#from the morphogenic engine

[owoiwonderwhatsthis]

So there’s this game called The Outlast Trials and you got to.. Outlast these trials..

I’ve caved in and finally made a prime asset !!

Real name is actually Talia Bijan Al-Habib, but now calls herself “Nefertari Meritmut” and or “Queen Nefertari”.. or well- “‘Nefertari” for short.. she used to work as a Museum Curator and Historian specializing in Ancient Egypt and other Middle Eastern Cultures that she had been heavily fixated and ergo astronomically passionate about, which helped her be successful in her career despite the timeframe .. unfortunately she had a severe history of schizophrenia and later along the lines psychosis that she had developed due to both having a hereditary component, and there she started having very erratic, abnormal behavior and habits that began messing with her work life and personal social life..

After a very long psychotic-schizoaffective episode to which she put herself and others in harm without her awareness was then involuntarily admitted to Mount Massive Asylum by her younger sister (who I will get to later !!) out of genuine severe concern and worry for her sisters’ wellbeing and wanting to make sure that she would get the help she needed to not let her illness get the worst of her, but unfortunately her time at Mount Massive only worsened her behavior and mental state from being subjected to the severe abuse and after being subjected to the Morphogenic Engine and painfully adjusting to her physical state deforming.. she fully went berserk and caused an entire rampage across the Aslyum much similarly to The Hat Box Murders .. and at that point she no longer considered herself as Talia Bijan Al-Habib, but Nefertari Meritmut .. and thus was moved into Sinyala Facility for her indistinguishable charisma ..

Talia / Nefertari’s Voice Claim !!

[heretyc]

Okay so you already made headcanons for a toxic relationship with Jeremy Blaire, so I'm now gonna ask you to make headcanons for a healthy relationship with him 🫵

👉👀👉 Jeremy, by default, would be spoiling you with his riches; working at Murkoff brings him wealth beyond measure, and you can expect your bills to be cared for, assuming you live separately.

Jeremy himself is fond of secrecy, so anything you tell him in private is kept safe with him. His entire career was forged from secrecy, it'd be extremely ironic and contradictory if he were to spill anything you tell him.

He shows you off to Richard, obviously. Days are spent at the golf course's country club as him and Trager share martinis and talk shit about Pauline and whoever else annoys them that week.

He's a scary bastard, so nobody touches you. Girls at work gossiping about you? They're strangely silent, now. Guys at your local cafe won't stop hitting you up? They're gone and they haven't returned. His aura is intimidating and he uses that to his advantage.

Also, he can afford extremely skilled lawyers. You're pretty much good if you need an attorney or something.

Sometimes he'll take you to work, but he keeps you away from anything too…intense, like the variants. You stay in the lobby and chat with the lovely workers [as Jeremy and Trager keep an eye on variants and their reactions to the Morphogenic Engine].

Judging by how he managed to survive MOST of the events of Whistleblower, he’s physically capable and knows how to protect you physically and verbally. He’s a guard dog in a suit and smelling of expensive eau de cologne.

He is…strangely calm most of the time, so he’ll ground you if you’re experiencing anxiety or some other negative emotion that has you antsy.

Your wardrobe becomes fuller the moment you get together; he believes you should look good 24/7. He’s more fond of elegant aesthetics, but if you like something else, he’ll let you indulge.

His love language is acts of service; he isn’t overly affectionate physically, but he does enjoy the occasional hug and kiss on the lips. The pet names he gives you are simple; honey and darling are his go-tos. Easy and wholesome.

As much as he loves his career, he keeps you far away from it if he can help it, and he suggests that the others in his line of work do the same. By that, I mean if someone within tries to hold you against him or something, he'll quell that immediately.

I 100% believe he drives a Mercedes; when he's off work, he'll take you for a spin in the city. He loves to show off, and if he wants to go over 100 km/h / 62.1371 m/ph, he will.

He's the proud designated bag holder if you ever go shopping. He takes you to the mall and lets you go crazy. He's anything BUT stingy.

[Did I really add miles per hour for the American readers? I did. ;)]

[richie-t-artistry]

This is yet another redo of an Outlast AU mini-comic with Jeremy Blaire and Waylon Park that I made a long while ago! I cannot stop working on this until I love it!!!

Some head-cannons of this AU:

1: The Morphogenic Engine and the Walrider Project do not exist in this AU.

2: Waylon doesn't work for Jeremy. But he knew Jeremy from college

3: Jeremy is still an asshole, but he makes time for Waylon, they are a bit of an unlikely-duo.

This could be seen as platonic or romantic, I sort of like the pairing-but these two as friends is something I also like!

Also: PLEASE don't repost this anywhere else!

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

It had been a few months or so since the three’s escape, and although there was nothing from the news outlets of asylum’s escapees, there were quite a few reports of the murkoff company’s corruption.

“I hope they close them down..” Matilda muttered bitterly while scooting herself closer to Alistair. It was early, probably too early for such news if she was really honest with herself, but the weird sickness she had already woke the two of them.

“Thank you for holding my hair, Angel.” She said, giving her boyfriend a weak and tired smile.

"anytime.." Alistair respond, a crooked smile on his face as he nuzzled her with the side of his face that still looked like it used to.

"what do you think that was?" he followed up with a worried, even a bit guilty, tone. he feared that mysterious illness might be his fault, on account of the food he cooked yesterday. knowing just how much exposure he had to the morphogenic engine, he probably shouldn´t have tried cooking so soon..

[luvisia]

discussed all this with another outlast pal but we've been thinking a. bradley avellanos (as she was finally revealed in the villains trailer) may have the first name alice, since she serves as the quintessential alice archetype of mkultra in the trials as a guide to the reagents. she is the first character we are introduced to in our first trial.

easterman may be a secret fourth prime asset himself and unaware of his position, the "man" archetype in the tetramorph the prime assets form. gooseberry the eagle, coyle the lion, and whitehorn the bull. (futterman being a goose, lion iconography in the courthouse, whitehorn's oil company quite literally having a bull as the logo.) although he believes he is controlling the experiment, as illustrated in the documents, he is clearly under the surveillance and influence of avellanos and wernicke, further proven in the trailer by their partnered observation of the sinyala facility.

avellanos has also established herself as a force reagents are intended to trust while easterman is their tormenter. they are driven to protect her from legal repercussions, evidenced in the courthouse trial. easterman may think he is creating his own army under murkoff's nose, but they are being conditioned to serve her.

taken a step further, avellanos and easterman mirror the mother/father dichotomy that gooseberry and coyle themselves portray. easterman clearly seems to favor coyle's enthusiasm while gooseberry rails against her conditioning and expresses anger; this could be a precursor to knoth's cult deriving from the patriarchal order of coyle as opposed to the matriarchal chaos of val and her disciples, who serve as the spiritual successor of gooseberry.

we've also discussed the bonkers idea that perhaps avellanos also shares a connection with joanne and alison marion as their respective mother and grandmother. she may have been affected by her proximity to the engine, their blood disease derived from the original sinyala experiments and monitored over generations by murkoff.

perhaps she's still alive by the time of outlast 3 and helen grant is her protegee, instructed to keep eyes on the marion family through her right hand agent pauline, since pauline explains in the comics that paul was always her target since the inception of their partnership.

i think this would be an incredibly clever way to affirm simon's claim that alice is directly connected to sinyala. if she is truly a descendant of avellanos, changed by the morphogenic engine, perhaps the reagent network may be under alice marion's control after all. this may set her up to be the spider eyed lamb the testament feared.

[goldenponcho]

Dr. Roxanna Gorman

This turned out more detailed than I thought it would. Here’s a preview of my Outlast Trials Prime OC coming in the next chapter of Milkbones, taking place in 1999 when Murkoff reopens Sinyala, waking the assets from cryogenic stasis where they’ve been stored for further use, and making Roxanna their new addition.

Rox is a 33 year old animal lab tech, who after taking a new job released all of the predators in their collection upon the other scientists after learning of the cruel experiments they were performing. She went on to instead experiment on humans, targeting those who expressed noticeable apathy toward nature and the environment in general. She will often eat the remains when her experiments are complete or cannot resume further. She is also a HUGE music lover of all kinds, but especially metal and punk.

Murkoff was already keeping an eye on her by her late teens, but after the lab incident, they made attempts to admit her to a new facility. Her mother did a lot to keep her daughter safe even after her tendencies came to light, but after her death, Roxanna was hunted down and captured. Five years into her stay, she was subject to the current model of the morphogenic engine, when she experienced a long phantom pregnancy as women always end up doing. Soon after, she ended up carving her teeth and nails (which had grown think and hard after the engine) into points, making sure she had the best defense possible in this place. She was then used as a Guinea pig to test out a couple of sensory enhancing devices, which greatly enhanced her hearing and sense of smell.

Her code name given by Murkoff is “Beethoven” both after the composer and after the Saint Bernard from the movies.

She has a complicated outlook on the other Assets. For example, she absolutely DESPISES Leland Coyle, pissing him off any time she can, but she also really enjoys spending time around him because she can’t help finding him genuinely funny and a good time. She’s a big fan of Mother Gooseberry, and she’s honestly fascinated by Franco, both disturbed but also…CURIOUS about his proclivities.

[matherfartin]

Eddie Gluskin x Waylon park - How the groom learned to hate ( Part 1 )

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Waylon knew he made a mistake, when he signed the contract with Murkoff Corporation, but he didn't think it would go this far. His mind was already becoming a victim of paranoia. He felt like he was being watched, no matter where he was at the time. By every guard and every camera.

That way of thinking wasn't far off.

He could've never imagined how many people would be waiting on the perfect opportunity to stab him in the back.

_____ _____

What is a man determined to do to cover his finances? Sell all of his property to risk it all on a gamble? Rob a person, who's weak enough to give themselves to you? Maybe he starts working for a corporation, which executes dozens of inhumane experiments on their patients. That's a choice...

A sigh escaped my lips, but I can't dwell on my past choices at this moment. My fingers slid across the smooth keyboard as I came back to reality. Writing this email gave me more adrenaline than anything I've ever lived through. One, only one, member of the personnel is enough to turn me into a dead man.

The quicker I finish writing this, the possibility of them finding out about it will lessen.

The responsibility, that I'm entrusting this freelancer journalist with, is... uncomfortably big. Though, Miles Upshur is the only journalist I know will shed light on the rotten core of the Murkoff corporation.

My eyes started watering from the intense light shining onto my face. The knuckles of my fingers hurt from typing so intensely and so fast. I've never thought I'd say this, but this is the email, that not only mine, but the lives of dozens of patients depend on. All I have to do now is click 'send'-

''Who's in here?'' A male voice rang through the server room.

A gasp left my lips and my hands started shaking uncontrollably.

Where did that voice come from? How is it possible, that I didn't hear him come in? His steps? Him opening the door? 

''The hell are you doing in here?''

Paranoia engulfed my whole body. My throat went dry and as my breaths became shallow, my eyes darted back to the screen. My pupils ran over the words written on the opened tab.

Send. Send. SEND IT.

I pressed the button repeatedly until my message finally got sent. As I stood up and closed my laptop, I made a poor attempt at concealing my relief. I cautiously made my way towards the man that called for me.

''Park? They've paged for you three times already. There's something urgent at the engine.''

Before I could say something, the man returned to his previous spot in the hall. The tone of his voice made his suspicions of me very clear. Another remark was flying my way, but it was silenced by the deafening sound shouting through the speakers.

''Waylon Park, employee 1466, report to Morphogenic Engine Monitoring immediately.''

I turned to the direction of the main control room, before anyone could send me a glare. My gait was more and more tense with every step and every second I thought about the email I sent back on my laptop. I told myself I should get it out of my mind before I messed up something on the job, that they've assigned me to. My paranoia got worse with each worker I passed by, especially those two security guards...

''You're Waylon Park, aren't you? Why weren't you answering the page? I'll tell them you're incoming,'' One of the security guards addressedme. It was rare to hear them talk to me. They usually just ignored other members of the staff and complained about their 'incredibly difficult tasks' or patients running around because of the poor security system implemented in the cell doors. Nothing worth hearing, really.

When the walk through the halls started feeling like eternity, I finally found myself standing in front of the gate; the only obstacle remaining between me and whatever they want me to fix in the main control room. The guard standing in front of it also counts as an obstacle, I guess...

''Christ, Waylon, hurry up, they're waiting on you.'' His sigh, that sounded so forced it makes me gag, bounced of the blinding white walls of the underground. This guard made his annoyance very known.

Is having a stick up your ass a requirement in this industry? I thought to myself and prayed, that my exhaustion wasn't visible on my face. If trying to make me feel like a nuisance was a part of the job requirements, these guys should get a raise.

The giant gate opened automatically, with a surprisingly smooth motion. I cautiously walked into the dim control room, mainly computers lighting up the room. It was a pleasant change. It wasn't really possible for me to get used to the cold stone walls of the underground. My eyes were just getting used to the unexpected darkness, when one of the scientists noticed me come in.

''Ah, Park. You're cutting it close, next patient's incoming and Arterial Spin's still dark. We need you at the front terminal.'' As I pass by all the machinery and scientists to get to the terminal, I caught some remarks about the patient they're bringing... and the fact, that if I don't get to the computer in 15 seconds, they'll fire me.

I hurriedly made my way to my spot and sat down behind the computer, which was right in front of the safety glass. My focus kept darting between the computer and the incubators wired to the countless devices and screens. What scared me the most was the enormous sphere looming over the incubators, though. I don't know if having this VIP view, which also includes this Lorax-looking guard standing next to me, should please me or disturb me, but either way I have fix this system before I end up being one of their lab rats.

As I'm trying to fix the program, Steve, a very talkative but impatient scientist, disturbed my thought process. ''Park. Finally. Where have you been? The functional imaging interface isn't talking to the ASL. We've got a patient thirty seconds out and we're blind inside his head.'' I could hear someone talking to him through the transmitter about 'delaying the arrival of the patient', but Steve dismissed that idea.

''Mr. Park here is going to have us up and running before we even know it. Right, Mr. Park?'' I don't think I have the right to say something in this situation, so I just continued my work. I tapped my fingers against the desk as I read through the text that appeared on the screen, pondering about what could be causing the error in the program. The voice from the transmitter called out again, ''Uh, Steve? fMRI is still dark.''

Steve calmly responded, ''You're doubting our friend Mr. Waylon Park-'' Friend? I guess, that there really is someone, who doesn't consider me a nuisance-

''-Which I consider more than unkind to his programming skills and considerable dedication to the Murkoff corporation,'' Steve exclaimed mockingly as he looked directly at me and the program, that still wasn't working as it should be. My breath hitched and my hands returned back to the keyboard. I silently begged for a few more seconds before the patient comes in, but God wasn't on my side today. ''Fuck me, they're bringing him in,'' Steve said in the most nonchalant voice before a male voice silenced all of the scientists.

"I knew it was comming! You filthy little fucking machines. You fucking machines! No! No, not again!"

My gaze immediately snapped from the old computer keybord to the scene behind the safety glass. A man. A man was being dragged away by my puffy looking colleagues wearing suits, that were similiar to the ones used for rat exterminations. He resisted them as much as he could. Every inch of my body freezed, unable to move. I heard what these bastards were doing to the people here but seeing it on my own... I felt sick in my stomach.

"Jack-booted fucks, I know what you have been doing to me. I know what you have been... Help! Help me! Please! They are going to rape me! Rape!"

I looked around if someone was going to do something. A ginger policeman in front of the door to the lab watched it without interest like if it was a thing going on a daily basis. I blamed it only on the fact that he is red-haired. We cannot expect sympathy from someone, who does not even have a soul. Then my head snapped to Steve next to me. When I was about to say something, the man broke free from his captors and slammed his hands against the safety glass. Startled and surprised, I jumped out of my chair and took a step back.

"Help me! Don't let them do this! Don't let them!"

Then his frightened big pleading eyes met mine. They were filled with so much fear, that I couldn't bear his gaze. I couldn't look at him knowing I can't help him, knowing I'm too scared to defy my superiors.

"You! I know you can stop this! You have to help me. Please, you have to..."

The armed men grabbed the helpless man and pulled him back. He fought them as if his life depended on it. I realized it probably does. Completely dazed, I took a few steps back, my mind replaying the scene.

I know you can stop this! You have to help me - the man said. He's right. I have to do something. I have to help. I can't just-

I bumped into a chair as I backed away. It snapped me into reality.

"Hey! Calm down yourself. This is high security," the Yosemity Sam in a policeman's costume confronted me with his hand on my chest, ready to pacify me. Still not fully conscious, I raised my hands defensively in the air. My heartbeat echoed in my head like an ACDC concert. My breathing was heavy.

Jump on him, kick him, flush his head in a toilet - my subconscious screamed at me. They can't do this to living human beings!  Then my gaze fell on the gun tucked in his belt and my cowardly side won.

"It's all right, you red-headed bitch... I mean agent. It's all right, agent. Mr. Park was just surprised. I'm sure he's still calm and eager to finish his work. Take your seat," Steve calmed the guard down. The smell of desinfection from his blue spacesuit for mad people with university degree stung my eyes. I have to calm down. I know what I was coming into when I signed up for this job. I sensed this wasn't a request but rather an order. I slowly sat down back on my chair and swallowed dry. My hands were shaking and for a moment I forgot what I was even doing.

"Quickly, Mr. Park," the doctor pulled me out from my thought process. I glanced nervously at the security guard, who once again took a guard next to the door to the main control room. "Quickly, Mr. Park. A head will need to roll if perfusion is not active when they put him in the engine. Five seconds. Four. Three..."

I forced my fingers back on the keyboard. My own blood was echoing in my head. What did he mean by 'A head will need to roll...' and '...put him in the engine'? Wasn't I here just to fix engines and computers? A chill ran down my spine. I didn't like the fact that I had a feeling what he meant.

"Three. Two..."

My throat tried to suppress lunch going up to my mouth. I connected the perfusion system to Engine Pod 2. The screen in front of me turned on and I had a view on one of the victims of this treatment facility. Dozens of tubes were connected to that poor guy who was just taken away. He was looking around in panic while two tubes were hanging from his mouth. I read the information bellow.

Case number: 196. Patient: EDDIE GLUSKIN

Eddie Gluskin

Suddenly Gluskin started fighting and tossing with himself. One side of his face began to peel off. Red spots started to appear on his face as his dry skin fell apart. I had no idea what was happening. I never understood biology - that's why I chose a profession focused on numbers. But even without studying the anatomy of nettle, I'm aware that this is not right and it's probably painful. Gluskin looked at the camera in front of his face for the last time with desperate eyes before he passed out.

I slowly breathed out.

"You're finished, Mr. Waylon Park," doctor Steve suddenly grabbed me by my collar. "You can leave now. Go to central processing room. There's been a short circuit in one of the computers," he said as he montioned to the gate. "And don't expect nothing but honesty in my review of your performance," he dissmised me.

And suddenly, when people don't need anything from you, they are as pleasant as a splinter in the ass.

Steve, not very gently, helped me stand up from the chair and shoved me to the door. I tried to look back or atleast get a glance of what's happening with Gluskin.

They can't just leave him there, right? He's hurt. They need to give him medical care...

According to how tenderly Steve treats me, I shouldn't even expect health care for me if something happened. I tried to shake off the image as I walked out of the room. 

The gate didn't open as smoothly as before, as if it was feeling the same dread as me. The halls I was walking through were as spacious as always, though, now it felt like they were closing in on me. Why do I feel so much regret? I couldn't have helped him- he must have known that! The sight of that man's skin peeling off was haunting me. Dozens of patients went through this same treatment. Regret was swallowing me more with every step I took. Suddenly, a new feeling of anxiety raised to the surface.

Why did they even want me in the main control room? Of course, to repair the program, but wasn't there something more behind it? Did they want me to see the engine? Were they showing me what happens when I don't cooperate? Will they do the same thing to me, when I don't show compliance... or when they won't need me anymore?

My pace quickened, thinking they would tie me up in a straitjacket if I stayed exposed in these halls another minute. I was turning around a corner, when I bumped into a shorter figure. My eyes snapped upward, away from the floor I've been staring at for an alarmingly long time. The person I bumped into was no one else than Peter Out, one of the supervisors, specifically the one, that didn't take a liking to me from the very beginning

His already furious expression got filled with hatred as soon as he saw that it was me, who became an obstacle in his usual path. ''Well, look who's slacking off! The infamously incompetent Waylon Park.'' He spat out. As I opened my mouth to reply to him, he continued, ''Don't they give you enough work? I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have much to do, though. Seeing your performance, I would rather bring a high-school student, that has an alcoholic with anger issues as a math teacher, to repair my computer-''

I've never met a man that would yap this much. When I tried to look at his face, the spit that was spraying out of his mouth every now and then grabbed the spotlight of my attention. I determined that it was disgusting being so invested in it, so my eyes just decided to migrate up to another compelling sight, the few gray hairs on his balding head. Before I could admire my reflection in the glossy bald spot, his words threw me off my train of thought.

''You're very lucky, that they're thinking of letting you see your family after getting out of here, but... I'm not on board with that idea,'' For the first time in this conversation- or rather this monologue, he lowered his voice. ''I'm going to make sure your luck trickles down the sewer after I get my hands on it.'' The tone of his voice was filled with pure poison. Holding eye contact with this man- no, this monster was almost impossible.

He cleared his throat and acted like he didn't just threaten me with the one thing that still keeps me alive. My family. ''Don't you have anything to do? Skedaddle.'' I tried to regain my composure as he pushed through me, but his words kept ringing in my ears.

I need to destroy this man before he destroys me.

[v0idssp4ce]

Outlast Whistleblower!Hwangcest

Employee 1466:

Patient 2536:

Hwang Junho.

Security clearance. Maintains the Morphogenic Engine and additional programming, alongside Murkoff's research and development division.

—

Patient:

Hwang Inho.

[ Also called The Groom ]

Admitted to the Mount Massive Asylum, due to insanity & Public Safety.

The Story follows Hwang Junho, a software engineer working at Mount Massive Asylum for the Murkoff Corporation.

After several encounters working directly with the Morphogenic Engine and witnessing the torture that Patient Hwang Inho endured, Junhos own Brother, he decides to send an email to Seong Gihun reporting on the corruption of Mount Massive.

Shortly after sending it, he is caught. As punishment, Hwang Junho is committed and forced to endure the tests of the Morphogenic Engine.

However, after The Walrider breaks free and begins causing chaos at Mount Massive, Hwang Junho manages to escape his restraints, taking a camcorder with him. He roams the facility as surviving guards and personnel try to escape from the newly-freed prisoners Patients, due to the Walrider, go insane. They try to murder Junho, forcing him to run and hide in every corner.

Junho eventually wanders into a secluded area of the Vocational Block, where a variant by the name of “the Salesman”, inflicted with dissociative identity disorder, captures and offers him as a sacrifice to a prisoner named Hwang Inho, whom he calls "The Groom".

A man obsessed with the Idea of finding his perfect Bride, his Wife, the Mother of his soon Children. After having lost his own Wife and Child before he got admitted.

Junho gets captured by the hands of his own Brother, who he thought to be dead.

The man seems to remember Junho. Talking about a “dream long ago”, but he is not the same man Junho knew once as a Child.

Now he was a man who wanted to make Junho into his Bride, who would make him bear Inhos Children.

Junho begs him, begging that his older brother remembers him, that he can’t do this to him.

That he will stay with him, as long as he doesn’t hurt him.

“Oh Darling. I won’t hurt you, don’t be scared… this is for our future…”

Junho is at war with himself. Afraid of the man infront of him, but he has also missed him terribly.

Maybe he can endure this, to be with Inho again. Forever.

[llondonfog]

ok since im lying here in pain, i present the most self-indulgent lilia & silver au i have that never got to see the light of day with how work overwhelmed me from the horrortober prompts :(

it should be no surprise that one of my favorite video games (i say this loosely...i'm in it for the let's plays, not the actual gaming...) is the outlast series. the horror, the blood, the wretched human experimentation, the old gods and religious symbolism!

so. anyways. literally just lifting the concept of the first game/whistleblower dlc; silver as an orderly who gets roped into the murkoff atrocities because his uncle is highly ranked in the org (c'mon, we all know henrik would be reveling in the casual, callous cruelty of the facility) but none of the family knows that obviously— silver has such an affinity for caring for animals and people, why not intern at the hospital with the...lesser volatile patients and see if this truly is a career choice he wants to pursue?

he gets assigned to lilia vanrouge!! a captured (enemy) soldier whose intake sheet is littered with a gruesome, bloody history and suffering from ptsd. they end up bonding over silver's genuine care and treatment of him as an actual living being instead of the typical curt and clinical interactions that the other murkoff payroll employees exhibit!! but one day lilia is no longer there when silver comes to his shift (and little does he know that the man has been taken to participate in the morphogenic engine project).

all of this leading to the inevitable overrun of the facility by the now deranged "variant" patients and silver being caught up in the middle of it, about to die from some brute of a man who now carries a maddening strength and violent energy of a person three times his size, when who should save him but a familiar looking patient!! and lilia has been through hell. he looks downright awful, black hair long and matted, he now has fangs? and red, slitted eyes?? but some part of him, some deep, innate part of his soul that was not tainted by the experiments recognizes the boy to some degree, and places him as his mission, his only priority to keep safe.

and ugh just. the two of them trying to survive the terror and destruction. silver being the link to lilia's humanity. lilia's memories slipping when he tries to recall who/what silver was to him and landing on his son. protective feral lilia who is now capable and willing to do anything imaginable to keep his son from harm!! ahhhhh i really hope i have time for this one day, this is my absolute favorite trope to write ; u ;

[deadsilkmoth]

Wernicke in trials seems to have a loop animation(wheel in, lean in, turn head from side to side, wheel away). I like to think this is basically what he does all day. Doing something with morphogenic engine prototype sometimes, but rarely.

[ao3feed-weddie]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Q9nNkdC by zombicide There was clearly a concerning gap in his memory, but how it got there was a mystery. Waylon swallowed the nausea creeping up his dry throat. All he could remember was that he had been working one moment and here the next. He could still feel the keyboard beneath his fingertips. Wait. Waylon had been working. At Murkoff. Had he... had he sent the email? Waylon shot straight up, ignoring the sudden spinning in his head and stomach. “Fuck,” he whispered, horrified. – Or: Rather than waking to the clutches of the Morphogenic Engine, Waylon Park is promptly thrown in a cell after his email to investigative reporter Miles Upshur. After a most welcoming introduction from his friend and jailer Jeremy Blaire, Waylon is forced to reckon with the consequences of his actions. Words: 2638, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Outlast (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Waylon Park, Eddie Gluskin, Jeremy Blaire Relationships: Jeremy Blaire & Waylon Park, Eddie Gluskin & Waylon Park, Eddie Gluskin/Waylon Park Additional Tags: Captivity, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Imprisonment, Angst, ? - Freeform, Jeremy Blaire Being an Asshole, Panic Attacks, Murkoff Corporation, Abandoned Work - Unfinished and Discontinued, One Shot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Q9nNkdC

[mslangermann]

HEADCANON. lynn is not alone when she escapes temple gate. her mind, despite not falling prey to the morphogenic engine, is twisted and muddled, allowing an imprint, an echo, of the engine to burrow itself inside. for a time, it is quiet and only allows itself to be seen in shadows at the edge of her vision or whispers she swears she can hear in the television.

as her growing panic fuels it, it's presence grows and soon it becomes something stitched together from her memory. humanoid. familiar. but strange. even grotesque. the shadow exists as a pale outline on screens - phone, televisions, computers, tablets. until one night she walks into the living room to find it seated on her couch, staring at the television. it is closer to human now and it resembles her lost husband. the memory is so clear and for a moment she questions if it's really him. but when it turns, her heart sinks.

her "husband" does not have eyes. dark, hollowed out holes are carved into his face where eyes should be. blood, like tears, flows from the gaping holes, dripping and smearing on the couch. when it open its mouth, the sound is sharp static, a scream that has her scrambling back, her heart racing.

the next time she enters the room, her "husband" is gone. but it visits her like this. again. in the mirror. and again. at the edge of the bed. and again (laid next to her) and again (in the closet) and again (at his computer). the screams soften sometimes, even try to make out words, but she does not listen. she cups her ears and screams back, telling it to get the fuck away.

for a long time, it is like this. the screaming. the misunderstanding. and eventually it can break through the static, speak in a way that she understands. they talk. she listens. it apologizes. so does she. its sight is regained and the first thing it sees is the tears in her eyes. something stirs within it, an echo of a memory. a feeling. a devotion. love transcending death itself.

when it appears next to her in bed, she does not fear it any longer and moves closer, wrapping herself around it. holding a memory. it does not feel her, but it hopes it brings her comfort all the same. its visits are infrequent and act only as a comfort to her when her spirits dampen. it does not mind.

the question, still laced with static, hovers between them. will you let me go? at first she does not answer. she does not answer for a long time. and then she does. it's sight is gone and it feels peace. just as she does.

[noroalia]

While I've seen plenty of criticisms of Outlast for ableism/stigmatizing mental illness (because your enemies are murder-happy asylum inmates), I honestly beg to differ—at least for the most part. For one thing, only a handful of inmates actually attack you. Most of the other patients there are either in shock or just trying to lay low and stay alive through all the chaos going on around them. Even the more proactive of the non-combatant characters, such as the pyro you encounter in the kitchen, are just trying to get out—and their desperation is made to be pretty relatable. Even the boss characters like Chris Walker and Eddie Gluskin were victims of the asylum. For crying out loud, the Whistleblower DLC opens with Eddie getting dragged into the morphogenic engine kicking and screaming and begging for help—it's what solidifies Waylon Park's determination to take down Murkoff. Even when you find Eddie's files later on and see that, yes, he was already a murderer before he wound up in Mount Massive, that also comes with notes about the sexual abuse he experienced as a child and his denial of it. It doesn't excuse his actions—of course it doesn't—but it shows that he didn't become the way he is from nothing. Furthermore, the entire Mount Massive arc focuses so heavily on the theme of abuse of power. The patients are enduring horrific experimentation at the hands of people like Blair and Trager, and that is what sets up the rest of the story. The people running the show are the catalysts for all hell breaking loose—not the patients, who are instead victims of a system that is exploiting them by pushing them past their mental and physical limits, and has no qualms about treating them as replaceable test subjects. They are already sick people thrust into terrifying circumstances. Some of them were already dangerous to begin with, but most of them were not. They were all in a place that was supposed to help them cope with their conditions and rehabilitate, but instead were exploited and had their issues exacerbated by being traumatized further, and that's part of what makes Outlast terrifying.  So yeah, the portrayal of mentally ill people in Outlast isn't phenomenal, sure, but it goes beyond making all the patients out to be horrible monsters. Most of them are just trying to stay out of all the awful shit going on and stay alive without completely breaking down. The games still makes you feel for those people after you see how desperate and terrified a lot of them are, due mainly because of the abuses they have suffered from the people who were supposed to help them.

[swazzzy42p]

Story concept 17 conclusion

The war was almost over. The Allies had invaded Germany from the west and the Soviet Union from the east. The Nazi regime was collapsing. The resistance fighters had played a crucial role in sabotaging and undermining the enemy’s operations. They had also uncovered and exposed some of the Nazi’s darkest secrets, such as the experiments at Le Château de la Folie.

One of the secrets that they had revealed was the existence of the creature that had killed Jacques and his group. The creature was the result of a secret project called “Projekt Walrider”, which aimed to create a super-soldier using a combination of human and reptilian DNA, enhanced by a mysterious substance called “Morphogenic Engine”. The project was led by a German scientist named Dr. Rudolf Wernicke, who had a vision of creating a new world order under the rule of the “Ubermensch”.

The creature was the only successful specimen of the project, but it was also uncontrollable and unstable. It had escaped from the laboratory and rampaged through the asylum, killing anyone in its path. It had also developed a psychic link with Wernicke, who was the only one who could communicate with it and command it. Wernicke had planned to use the creature as a weapon against the Allies, but his plan was foiled by the resistance fighters, who had infiltrated the asylum and taken pictures of the experiments. They had sent the pictures to the Allied forces, who had launched an airstrike on the asylum, destroying it and killing most of the Nazi scientists and soldiers inside.

However, Wernicke and the creature had survived the attack. They had escaped through the underground tunnels and made their way to a secret bunker, where they had hidden and waited for the war to end. Wernicke had hoped to rebuild his project and resume his research, but he had no resources or allies. He was alone and isolated.

Meanwhile, the war had ended with the defeat of the Nazis and the division of Germany into four zones of occupation: American, British, French, and Soviet. The Allies had also agreed to share the scientific and technological discoveries and achievements of the Nazis, such as the rocket, the jet, the atomic bomb, and the Morphogenic Engine. However, the Soviet Union had a different agenda. They had learned of Wernicke’s project and the creature, and they had become interested in acquiring them for their own purposes. They had sent a group of spies and scientists, disguised as refugees, to track down and capture Wernicke and the creature. They had succeeded in finding them and bringing them to the Soviet zone, where they had interrogated and tortured them for information.

The Soviet group was led by a young and ambitious scientist named Dr. Richard Trager, who had a vision of creating a new world order under the rule of the “Communist Man”. Trager was fascinated by Wernicke’s project and the creature, and he wanted to replicate and improve them. He had convinced his superiors to fund and support his research, and he had established a secret organization called “The Murkoff Corporation”, which operated under the cover of a humanitarian and philanthropic foundation. Trager had taken Wernicke and the creature to a remote and secure location in Siberia, where he had built a new laboratory and a new asylum. There, he had continued Wernicke’s experiments, using prisoners, dissidents, and orphans as guinea pigs. He had also experimented on himself, injecting himself with the Morphogenic Engine and developing a psychic link with the creature. He had become obsessed and insane.

Trager had also developed a new plan. He had learned of a former tuberculosis sanatorium in Colorado, USA, called “Mount Massive Asylum”, which had been abandoned and neglected since the 1950s. He had seen the potential of the place, and he had decided to buy it and renovate it. He had planned to turn it into a new and improved facility for his project, where he could conduct his experiments on a larger and more advanced scale. He had also planned to use the asylum as a base for his operations in America, where he could expand his network and influence, and prepare for his ultimate goal: to unleash the creature and the Morphogenic Engine on the world, and create a new world order under his rule.

In 1969, Trager had completed his preparations and started his production of Mount Massive Asylum. He had transferred Wernicke, the creature, and some of his staff and subjects to the asylum, where they had resumed their work. He had also installed a sophisticated security system and a loyal army of guards and mercenaries to protect the asylum from any intruders or enemies. He had also kept his activities and intentions secret from the public and the authorities, using his cover as a humanitarian and philanthropic foundation. He had also kept his identity and location hidden from anyone who might recognize or expose him. He had become the master of Mount Massive Asylum, and the leader of the Murkoff Corporation.

[abbacchiosbelt]

While I've seen plenty of criticisms of Outlast for ableism/stigmatizing mental illness (because your enemies are murder-happy asylum inmates), I honestly beg to differ—at least for the most part. For one thing, only a handful of inmates actually attack you. Most of the other patients there are either in shock or just trying to lay low and stay alive through all the chaos going on around them. Even the more proactive of the non-combatant characters, such as the pyro you encounter in the kitchen, are just trying to get out—and their desperation is made to be pretty relatable. Even the boss characters like Chris Walker and Eddie Gluskin were victims of the asylum. For crying out loud, the Whistleblower DLC opens with Eddie getting dragged into the morphogenic engine kicking and screaming and begging for help—it's what solidifies Waylon Park's determination to take down Murkoff. Even when you find Eddie's files later on and see that, yes, he was already a murderer before he wound up in Mount Massive, that also comes with notes about the sexual abuse he experienced as a child and his denial of it. It doesn't excuse his actions—of course it doesn't—but it shows that he didn't become the way he is from nothing. Furthermore, the entire Mount Massive arc focuses so heavily on the theme of abuse of power. The patients are enduring horrific experimentation at the hands of people like Blair and Trager, and that is what sets up the rest of the story. The people running the show are the catalysts for all hell breaking loose—not the patients, who are instead victims of a system that is exploiting them by pushing them past their mental and physical limits, and has no qualms about treating them as replaceable test subjects. They are already sick people thrust into terrifying circumstances. Some of them were already dangerous to begin with, but most of them were not. They were all in a place that was supposed to help them cope with their conditions and rehabilitate, but instead were exploited and had their issues exacerbated by being traumatized further, and that's part of what makes Outlast terrifying.  So yeah, the portrayal of mentally ill people in Outlast isn't phenomenal, sure, but it goes beyond making all the patients out to be horrible monsters. Most of them are just trying to stay out of all the awful shit going on and stay alive without completely breaking down. The games still makes you feel for those people after you see how desperate and terrified a lot of them are, due mainly because of the abuses they have suffered from the people who were supposed to help them.

idk if i've posted about outlast (well except for reblogging cupcake's dimitri fic inspired by outlast's universe but—) but this was an interesting read nonetheless! i don't know enough about the game to speak on it, and i'm too zooted right now to go in a big discussion about it, but i can see your points! idk if i agree with all of them (need to do more research, but i'm generally quite wary of that stuff in media) but i liked reading this post!