((Your p.o.v))

When we finally got back to the large house I got stopped my Jim, he started up a normal conversation but it quickly emulated when he tried to kiss me, which ended with him having a red cheek.

I angrily tried to leave but Jim apologized and just asked to get to know me more. And for some odd reason I agreed. He lead me through the whole house and explained every single thing. He even had a weird garlic garden to which he sells them for five bucks each.

He also explained why there was a an empty room, he said he was making his cult followers make paintings and he was going to sell them, then he moved the store into a large penthouse up in the city.

He was a really odd man, but strangely. I felt like I needed to know more about him, so he agreed once I asked to tell me more about him. He seemed a bit over exited then his board looking expression. 

He told me all over his grave business, and his relationships, and his killer restaurant. Literally. As well of the weird blue skinned babies down in the basement. TO which, I knew he was different then most people. Thank god he wasn't real in our world.

Finally he ended the tour to take a look at all his Jim paintings, I told him I needed to use the bathroom so He let me go.

"God, he's so weird. I need to listen to Kevin more- What the fuck." I say in weirdness as I see yet ANOTHER painting of Jim. "What is wrong with this guy?" I mumbled, turning on the sink to make it sound like I was washing my hands.

"Okay (y/n), Kevin knows a lot more about this guy, and the house. Maybe he knows the way out. He said we were sucked into the world of sims. So I know that, I always loved the sims." I mumble to myself.

I took one last deep breath before turning off the sink. "Just ask to go back to the basement." I push open the door to see Jim browsing on the internet, looking at some pictures of a cat with a weird pattern on it and a grilled cheese?

I kindly asked him to take me to the basement, to which he agreed as He leads me to the room, shoving me inside as he locked the door behind him.

I look forward to the Santa feeding the babies milk. In uh....weird way since he was a man and not a woman. As well of Kevin flipping through some old tv.

I walk over to the coffin with a deep sigh, I don't want to be here. I want to go home. The only person I can trust is Kevin.

Or maybe Kevin is in at all this? I'm too sleepy to think...