#The Experiment Massacre

[crowwuzi]

TW : Do not read if sensitive to violence!

Part 4 is going to be MUCH shorter than the previous writes, due to lack of motivation and how Alice rarely appears.

This will start when the breakout already happened!

The Experiment Massacre

Pt: 4/???

The Experiment Massacre:

Alice's Pov:

The alarms blare, loud and ferocious booms.

My ears ring.

"Oh shit...shit...shit..."

I say frantically

"Where is it...where is it..."

I run around, hoping to find the nursery soon enough...before they get there.

"Them bloodthirsty monsters won't be able to hold back too long..."

The fear sets in, when I hear the cries of children...panic...fear...death. . .

I see the door to the nursery, wide open, with a long tail sticking out...it swishes...so happily...

Soon enough, a couple armed humans come running by and shoot at whoever it was, it pounced them...tearing them to shreads.

I make a run for it...toward the nursery...I look around...everything's in shambles...all cribs knocked over...everyone...gone...

"Awh fuck..."

I see the name of my own child...crib knocked over...and nowhere to be seen...

I fall down to my knees...and sob.

My own child...gone...?

Gone.

I failed.

"No...this can't be...happening..."

I cry, and beg for him to come back...even though, I know he ain't...

Suddenly...a baby Mp.3 plays...the most commonly installed sound effect...for a child...?

"Hello?"

I look around and follow the sound...only to find a small baby with blue eyes...all alone...on the floor.

"Oh my robo-jesus...who left you here, little one?"

I say in a caring tone...

I look around for a little and look back at it

"My name is Alice...and yours is?"

I look around again, and find a name tag

"Beau...what a nice name..."

I stare at Beau for awhile, observing his little details...for once...everything seemed so quiet...and at peace...

A loud bang occurs...its coming from the door...huge dents appear on it...

"Beau...I promise I'll keep you safe...no matter what..."

I said in a terrified tone.

[End of Alice's pov]

Author's note: Finally! All of the "intro" are done! From now on, it will be second person pov and usually merge all 4!

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[call-me-maggie13]

My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days

And as a 21 year old all I could think was

The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.

Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.

When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.

When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.

When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.

Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.

When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.

When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.

Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.

When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.

Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.

When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.

When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”

Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.

Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.

There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.

[kagdowo]

so i watched Adolescence of Utena

[blueskittlesart]

atla live action generally sucks for all the reasons everyone is saying it sucks and i am in no way a live action remake promoter but one thing i will say. they Get the fire siblings. they understand.

[lambf4rm]

i love your tcm art so much TwT have you ever considered drawing connie and sissy together…

like a lamb to slaughter

[gossssamer]

Johnny doodle. Wish men lactate tbh

[delimeful]

i vaguely remember a line from roman about humans being the cause of some of the most infamous massacres at some point in wibar. does he mean these massacres happened in space or on earth? if in space, how were that many humans brought together in the first place? if on earth, how did everyone in space find out about them?

he's referring to massacres that took place in space, but often there doesn't need to be more than one human present to do some serious damage. for larger group attacks, as for how that many humans were brought together, well... we can blame Marta for that one. what's the point in having a whole station full of loyal humans if you aren't going to use them for your own ends, after all?

[haliaiii]

Oc posting 5: Juno

[crowwuzi]

TW : Do not read if sensitive to violence!

Part 3...A little delayed and rushed due to family issues, but I did it

The Experiment Massacre

Pt: 3/???

The Experiment Massacre:

Yeva's Pov:

I sit on the floor in pain

My best friend, Nori... doesn't seem to care

She's just casually talking to the humans, pretending I'm not there

"It's quite easy to control this, I'm sure of it!"

She says, with confidence in her voice

She's so relaxed... I feel so...out of place

She turns to me

"Ain't that right, Yeva?"

...I sigh

"The suffering only gets worse... each day, it feels like my body is less and less... being taken away from my grasp... as if something was tearing me from my soul. "

I reply, slightly staring off into the distance.

Nori nervously laughs

"Eheheh. . .See?"

I watch the humans write something down, as my vision blurs

Nori seemed like she was having trouble, too... she was breathing faster than usual and had the look of pain in her eye...

Her and the humans began to communicate

"Oh ho! Looks like I need to take a break!""002? Are you okay?"

Replied a human

"Y-yeah... I'm fine... I just need to rest in my quarters. "

Said Nori

I let out a sigh of relief... taking a nap or just resting in general sounded amazing.They start leading Nori away towards the sleeping quarters...and me...in the other direction.

"But sir, isn't the sleeping quarters that way?"

I asked, confused"You're having maintenance done,"He replies

"But...isn't maintenance room... the way 002's going?"

". . .Classified"

"Where am I going?"

Slight worry starts to fill my face as we continue to walk.

They lead me to a dark room, with nothing but a table and some chairs.

"What is this place..."

I ask

"It's the extraction chamber,"

The human said

"Extraction chamber? Since when do you care about us being hurt by the hell of Absolute Solver?!"

The human remains silent and grabs me, strapping me to the table

"What is this?! What are you going to do to me?!"

I yell, wriggling around

The human doesn't answer and presses some buttons.

The machine boots up, and I feel the blurriness again...the darkness in ny sight...The room turns red, loud sirens sound...The human that was once silent panicked and grabbed a gun, running out of the room

There it is... while I am alone, I get the sudden urge to kill...I laugh hysterically and slam my newfound tail on the ground... I writhed some more... suddenly breaking the clasps that were on me. I walk over to the door, slouched.I look at the door for a sold 5 seconds...5 seconds of peace and decision.

Suddenly, I stab the door with my claws.

"Time for fun..."

I say in a raspy toneI crawl throughout the hallways, spotting humans and killing them.I see another, and I pounce, stabbing their limbs in the ground

"You're going to be very tasty...you know that?"

I asked, laughing in between words.

I slowly get my face close to theirs... and I looked them in the eyes, biting their face off.

I hop from room to room...floor to floor...killing what I can. I am determined to murder everyone...The sentinels wander around, now looking for any drones...to slaughter them...Everyone's running frantically, panicking...and it feels amazing to see what I caused.

I see Nori in the nursery... coming out blood covered while chasing the humans and pouncing one tearing off their limbs while talking to him, the others flee.

For a while, I stalk the doorway in the shadows and see another drone...It wasn't Nori...it was Alice...I've never known Alice to use her Absolute Solver, if she even has it. She ran into the nursery, frantically, on the verge of tears.I stalk for a while, then approach... without her noticing, of course.

She's mourning over the loss of her child...The door slams... but right before it did... I saw something... My child...gone

(Doll's younger / old sibling, idk yet)

Despite my state ofcorrupt mind, I worried...I start banging on the door, throwing myself into it...Suddenly, I jab it with all my claws, attempting to pry it open

[End of Yeva's Pov]

Author's note: Sorry if this one is a tad bit cringe- it was extremely rushed

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[billwasnot]

An entry for @uncreative-mind 's DTIYS

He's just standing there. Menacingly.

[derekhalesbian]

In the year of our lord 2024, I attempted to order a grilled chicken salad with no fries. I requested that I get chips instead, assuming they would come on the side.

They did not.

I am now eating a grilled chicken salad with homemade kettlechips and ranch on top.

the fact that you A. had to specify that you didn’t want FRIES on a SALAD and B. that you got POTATO CHIPS ON THE SALAD INSTEAD as if that’s in any way logical-

it angers me. it fills me with rage the likes of which i have never felt.

i hope the ranch was good at least

[twsted-idiot]

You CANNOT be trusting family members playing as victims dawg. You WILL get killed. Even if one of em is being fr, the others will still take the free kill 😭

[blackbackedjackal]

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[compacflt]

Speaking of book recommendations, I just finished reading "Annapolis Autumn: Life, Death, And Literature At The U.S. Naval Academy" by Bruce E. Fleming (he was/is a teacher at the Acedemy) and I thought it was interesting. It gives a glimpse at some workings of the academy but also what is like to be a civilian in a military environment specially when one doesn't exactly drink from the same kool aid (hope that's how the expression works, I'm not American)

i will look into it!! But now i get nervous reading about the usna because i don’t wanna know how inaccurate my portrayal of it is. Lmfao. Posting for the rec

[heniareth]

It's interesting to note how the Tabris Origin, which involves a wedding, kidnapping and attempted sexual harassment, and fighting your way through an estate full of guards, is the Origin where gender plays a huge role in what story you experience. M!Tabris will always storm the castle coming to the rescue of his cousin and his betrothed, while F!Tabris will always have to fight her way out because the men in her life can't fully protect her (Nelaros dies, Soris literally hands her the sword, Cyrion is powerless to stop the abduction. Okay, this may be a little unfair to Soris who does fight side by side with Tabris and counsels caution the same way regardless of Tabris's gender). I'd go so far as to say that Tabris is the only Origin where the gender of your PC has a definite impact on the story.

TLDR to the rant in the tags: Tabris is constrained on all sides by being an elf, by their gender, in part by their family, and by society at large (both the Alienage and the wider city).

[probablygayattorneys]

So, unfortunately I have a rare medical condition that the professionals call “fucked in the head”

(Okay, that’s not quite true, but we have neither the time nor I the desire to lay out my full health history)

Meaning that I have trouble remembering entire stretches of my life, so while I have vivid knowledge that I played most puzzle games from the early aughts, I don’t have a whole lot of memories of the games themselves, so as I embark on yet another journey to rechart the territory of something I know I loved (Trace Memory), I thought I would pause for a second to write down what I think I remember and then later we can look back and see if I was right or not!

Let’s take a second to take stock of what I remember

-Ashley’s aunt telling her nobody remembers things that happen when they’re three

-There’s a ghost boy named D

-I thiiiiink there’s multiple endings, and one involves D moving on and one involves him stuck on Blood Edward Island forever

-There’s a puzzle that involves a piano (though I might be conflating that with the crazy piano monster from Super Mario 64, since I played both in my formative years)

-At one point you have to remember the identity of the person from your bad dream, even though Ashley’s aunt says it’s not a real memory

-………….I think that’s it.

Not much to go off of, huh?