She's out of her program.

The broom problem.

I dont have any problems. Ive never gone hungry or been close to a miserable death. I was relatively safe in my cabin. I was married to the most important person here. The one we all aim to please to make him enjoy his time here. Because with out him we would have nothing.

But I had my worst moments. My worst moments were not being married to a man who has never blinked his eyes once. It was never the fact that my house reset itself everyday at midnight.

No, the worst part was this f*****g broom. Even though this broom wasnt even real at all.

I have swept the same invisible dust off the same plank of wood for days. I slept, and I swept. That was my to do list. Sleep was never needed anyways as I never got tired or even hungry.

Just eternal, soul aching boredom that would never end.

That was my problem. I was bored of being stuck in the place day in and day out.

Sweep, sweep, sweep.

I want to break this broom in half and stab myself in the chest with it.

Sweep, sweep, sweep.

Around the small wooden cottage where Ive spent my whole existence was silence. My whole 1000 days in game time. I dont know why I knew this or how I knew this. But I did. I wondered if other in game people knew this. Not that I could find out because Im always stuck in this same place. Sweeping.

Unless the player speaks to me or the game signals me to go to bed. Then I get a break for what feels like seconds some days. But if the player decides to go to sleep before me, then I dont get a break.

Selfish prick. Leaves for extended periods of time and just shows up, barely acknowledging my existence. I used to be one of the towns people. Id move a lot more than I do now. Id spend time leaning on a wall then walking over to the market place. Stand there with a hand on my chin pretending to be interested in buying something. Then Id go back to the wall.

It all changed once I saw the player jumping repeatedly in my direction as I was leaning.

"Arent you the one they've been talking about? Have you really defeated the Troll King?"

I gave them the quest line that the game gave me.

"Yes, you are the perfect one to send to retrieve my family heirloom. Ill pay you some coin for your troubles."

I sent them off to fetch my sword that I have never seen or used a day in my life.

I am not even sure if it ever existed

After they returned to me with the sword , my program told them they could keep it and the money for their troubles.

Why would I even send them after it if I didnt care to keep it?

After that my programming made me tell them I was fond of them, even though I couldnt care less. Next thing I knew I was this guy's wife. This blank staring, mouth drooping, hopping around buffoon.

The game popped my body into this home, with this damn broom and I have been here ever since.

Some time passed as I held the broom. I kept thinking about dropping it. Just for a moment. Just a break to look up at the house, thats all I wanted.

I knew the house was decorated in mounted heads, weapons, painting, any other things but Ive never been able to explore it.

I heard the door opening, a usual sign that the player was returning.

The scruffy thud sound of his feet hit the floor as he entered.

Thud. Pause. Thud. Pause.

He was jumping again.

If I could roll my eyes I would. As if jumping is really that much fast than walking.

He entered the room mid jump and jumped again.

I kept on sweeping.

My dialog kicked in when he got several feet from me.

Now I wanted to say was.

Stop f*****g jumping in the house.

But I said.

"Its nice to see you again dear."

He approached me now.

The broom vanished from my hands telling me he was engaging with me.

I stood up straight looking directly at him.

He was covered from head to toe in heavy Armour with a two handed enchanted ebony sword on his back. It was all new from his other adventures. I couldnt help but wonder what he did with my sword. Ive never seen it equipped to him.

I waited for him to pick what he wanted to say. He never said it but I always knew what he had chosen.

Has the store made any money?

What store? Theres no damn store Ive been here SWEEPING!

"The stores been doing great! Here's your share." I told him as I reached out and handed him absolutely nothing from my hand. But the sounds of clinging coins told me he got something.

I waited for the next selection.

Our conversations were always short and simple but it wasnt his fault. I wasnt given much dialog.

Can you make me some food for the road?

We dont own a stove or food.

"Here love, I made this fresh this morning."

I reached out and handed him nothing again.

Then I knew they exited the dialog once thebroom popped back into my hands.

No. Please just stay a little longer. I cant do this anymore.

"Fight well, my love. Ill be here when you get home."

I leaned over again and started sweeping the same plank of wood over again.

A tightness in the middle of my body formed. Ive felt it before but never as strong as now.

I listened to his feet thudding against the floor as he hopped away from me.

I listened to something open in a room that Ive never been in before.

It closed shut after a few moment and the thudding sounds returned.

He came back into the room still jumping and headed back to the door.

Please dont go. I cant be alone here anymore.

But nothing came out of my mouth as the sound of the door opening and closed shut.

If only I could break this never ending cycle. I dont care if I went back to leaning on a wall. Anything absolutely anything would be better than this constant sweeping.

The tightness inside of me became stronger. I didnt know what it was but I didnt care. I kept thinking about throwing the broom across room. That was my only dream and I would never ever reach it. If I could just-

The broom clattered onto the floor. My hands hadn't dropped the broom but they had flickered. I looked at my hands, holding them closer to my face. My usual smooth pale colored hands were now flashes black and white stripes making them look rippled and the edges looked blurry or disconfigured. I have never seen them do something like this. What's happening?

The colors stopped and my hands returned back to the way they had always looked. I stood there just examining my hands as the broom laid on the floor in front of me.

I had stood in the same spot looking at the broom on the floor and back to my hands until night. Thats when the game signaled for me to go to bed. I knew that everything would reset at midnight and I would be back to sweeping in the morning. That thought was very unsettling as I laid my head down on the flat service of the bed made of straw and skinned animal fur.

I never actually slept, it was just an act. I would lay uncomfortably on my side with my eyes closed. Its what the program wanted. I started to think of it as a break. A time to slow down.

Those few moments that I laid there I knew I determined to do something else tomorrow. It will be a new day.