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7/22/2025, 11:53:27 AM
You keep your head low. Best to avoid whatever this THING is. All you got to do is walk past it. It's probably too slow and weak to attack you.
A faint smile creeps onto your face. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.
The gaunt researcher doesn't even notice you walking past them. They continue to mutter nonsense, "Just one more day. One more day before I can afford it."
You just have to take the turn around the hallway and you're gone.
You're just about to turn around the corner but you stop mid-step. You turn your head ever-so-slightly to look back at the gaunt researcher.
They're trying to get to the cafeteria. Trying being the keyword. They're sluggishly sliding their body forward with heavy, slow movements. It's going to take this at least an hour to get from where they're at to the end of the hallway.
You peak around the corner. You can see the cafeteria right there. You could leave this reject behind.
Ah, fuck it, fine.
You turn around to check up on the researcher.
You glance down at their legs and, oof, you didn't notice it when you were behind them but their flesh is sticking to the ground. Even a retard could figure out this guy shouldn't be alive.
Or, well, girl you think. Her facial features are already beginning to droop a bit but you think you saw some lipstick on there? Maybe some softer cheeks?
You're not sure if it particularly matters right now. You need to help her if only to appease your conscience. "Uh, look, do you wanna get something to eat?"
She gurgles something. You think that's a yes.
You drape her arm over your shoulder. The wet, sticky sensation of their flabby flesh reminds you of wet modeling clay. You keep your head low to make sure she can't see you grimacing.
The two of you sluggishly head towards the cafeteria. It takes a lot longer than it would've if you just went by yourself but you should still be able to get some grub.
https://youtu.be/u998cggd37M - CAFETERIA
It's about as pitiful as you could expect from a place that kidnaps random people.
About twelve or thirteen bare metal benches are half-heartedly scattered throughout the small cafeteria. Two vending machines, low on stock (say for the occasional 'healthy' snack), rest at the western end of the room. The same blue lines you saw in the hallway are the only splashes of color you see through the whole cafeteria.
Most of the tables are already full but you can spot a few empty seats that you could sit at later. You quickly notice that most of the people here look just as out as place as you do.
A majority are still in their street clothes. A few are wearing what you'd expect of a government-based researcher, and you think you spotted a guard or two, but otherwise? You couldn't tell any of these people are meant to be actual employees here
You spot where the line for the actual 'food' is. You grab a tray for you and your gaunt coworker (you have to help her to get a stable grip on it) before joining the line.
A faint smile creeps onto your face. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.
The gaunt researcher doesn't even notice you walking past them. They continue to mutter nonsense, "Just one more day. One more day before I can afford it."
You just have to take the turn around the hallway and you're gone.
You're just about to turn around the corner but you stop mid-step. You turn your head ever-so-slightly to look back at the gaunt researcher.
They're trying to get to the cafeteria. Trying being the keyword. They're sluggishly sliding their body forward with heavy, slow movements. It's going to take this at least an hour to get from where they're at to the end of the hallway.
You peak around the corner. You can see the cafeteria right there. You could leave this reject behind.
Ah, fuck it, fine.
You turn around to check up on the researcher.
You glance down at their legs and, oof, you didn't notice it when you were behind them but their flesh is sticking to the ground. Even a retard could figure out this guy shouldn't be alive.
Or, well, girl you think. Her facial features are already beginning to droop a bit but you think you saw some lipstick on there? Maybe some softer cheeks?
You're not sure if it particularly matters right now. You need to help her if only to appease your conscience. "Uh, look, do you wanna get something to eat?"
She gurgles something. You think that's a yes.
You drape her arm over your shoulder. The wet, sticky sensation of their flabby flesh reminds you of wet modeling clay. You keep your head low to make sure she can't see you grimacing.
The two of you sluggishly head towards the cafeteria. It takes a lot longer than it would've if you just went by yourself but you should still be able to get some grub.
https://youtu.be/u998cggd37M - CAFETERIA
It's about as pitiful as you could expect from a place that kidnaps random people.
About twelve or thirteen bare metal benches are half-heartedly scattered throughout the small cafeteria. Two vending machines, low on stock (say for the occasional 'healthy' snack), rest at the western end of the room. The same blue lines you saw in the hallway are the only splashes of color you see through the whole cafeteria.
Most of the tables are already full but you can spot a few empty seats that you could sit at later. You quickly notice that most of the people here look just as out as place as you do.
A majority are still in their street clothes. A few are wearing what you'd expect of a government-based researcher, and you think you spotted a guard or two, but otherwise? You couldn't tell any of these people are meant to be actual employees here
You spot where the line for the actual 'food' is. You grab a tray for you and your gaunt coworker (you have to help her to get a stable grip on it) before joining the line.
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