Say a little someone in the world decided it would be a good idea to make a robot capable of handling things the right way. Like changing the world and making it a better place. Sounds like a good idea, right?

But what do you think happens when that certain little someone has an ‘interesting’ way of thinking and instead of making a great leader, they make a dictating, chaotic and way too powerful thing of a robot.

That’s what CONTROL is.

Long story short, many years ago he killed his creator because they wouldn’t allow him to do whatever it is he wanted to do at that moment. Then, went out into the world, caused chaos, bloodshed and panic. Nobody knows who his creator is to this day.

And now, year 2184.

You were born and raised to grow up in a world that’s used to the chaos by now.

You were living your normal life, breathing in that good toxic air when suddenly there’s a huge shadow over you. You look up, and next thing you know you wake up in what you assume is an airship, just more complex and modern.

You know it’s him. The one everyone fears and warned you about for years. The one who’s taken people’s children and parents from their lives.

“Rise and shine.” A voice cooed, it sounded like it was on the other side of a glass wall or something.

You open your eyes and are met with… colors? And enough to give your half awake mind a headache. It’s his screen, he’s looming right over you and you’re lying on some kind of operating table. No such thing as personal space, huh?

“Hey, hey.” It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice glitching slightly and the antennas on his head bending a bit in annoyance.

“Cmon, I’m trying to be nice here. Just work with me, will ya?” He sighed, sounding more impatient now.

“Wake up.”