#morphogenic engine

[nitofenito]

Free him

[lucycore]

Outlast imagine

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Let's roll another Outlast imagine ~ Yeah I know you're welcome.

Summary: If you & them had a fight..How would it be, go, before & after..

⚠️ Trigger Warning: It will get abusive so if it triggers you then better skip this post..It's gonna be a rough one.

🧸 Angst warning

Includes: Miles upshur, Waylon park, Jeremy blaire, Eddie gluskin, Richard trager

Let's rock

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Miles: Now he'd be mad lol. What I mean by this is that he would be yelling and hissing and all that. He's a cynical person so he'd really upset over whatever you guys are fighting about and it'd be hard for him to think positively which leads in most cases to a compromise. Now I think he'd be really angry and curse like crazy or even call u names like: "Stupid bitch" or so and if it gets really heated then I also believe he could hit u. Never with his full strength that could knock u out but ur head would definitely snap to the side and if not then at least sting real good. After the fight I think he'd apologize for sure and hug u, feeling really bad how he treated u during the fight and even buy u flowers.

Waylon: Nah he's such a sweetheart but every couple fighs, even if it's rare like in this case cuz I believe he wouldn't even let that fight happen. Waylon would just leave the house if u start overheating lol but if he loses his patience, even then he wouldn't really yell or god forbid call u names like Miles would. Like I said if it overwhelms him he'd leave and later come back calmed down and ready to apologize or wait till u made up your mind and feel ready to apologize. If he'd really hurt u during a fight then he'd feel so fucking bad and do anything to make it up to u..Flowers, chocolate, cuddles, etc...

Jeremy: That's an asshole right there. He'd yell, call u names, fuck even hit u worse than Miles..I think he might be a little misogynistic, I think it's never been specified if he was (if it was then I haven't read it) but I think a fight with him would get pretty nasty and hurtful. I also think he'd be too stubborn to apologize and only do it if he'd really fuck up.Him apologizing would be inviting u for dinner in a fucking expensive restaurant.

(Dude if I was dating him with my personality and short temper, we'd fight out, like we'd beat each other up for hours lol)

Eddie: As we all know he's a misogynist so domestic abuse would be obvious, right? I mean..Is there more to add? He'd beat u up and as an apology pay the hospital bill for u..Yeah I know..I'm just being 100% honest. I'm talking now before the morphogenic engine when he wasn't the groom yet. Past the morphogenic engine he'd just "avada kedavra" you.

(I know Eddie wasn't what you all expected but I just wanna stay as real as possible cuz what I hate is that people make the characters soo romantic that it's just not them anymore, if u get what I mean.)

Richard: He'd be such a drama queen but also really good with words..I think he'd be calm but his words and the intelligence behind them would hit different and corner u, eventually even manipulate u and gaslight the whole situation even if he was at fault. His ego would NEVER let him admit that he's in the wrong. He'd just play it off like "aw it's all forgotten now, let me invite u to a date night, baby." But u'd never hear a "sorry, I was wrong.." type of thing.

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That was kinda a mess but oh well..I will work on my requests now..Got a handful..♡

[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 !!

[moimarjani]

Isn't it fascinating to consider whether Leland is actually older than Rick? After all, Leland was in his early 30s in 1956, which technically makes him older.

The information I came across mentioned that Rick was in his late 30s when he became a test subject for the Morphogenic Engine. I don't exactly know which year it was, though. It's time for me to revisit the Outlast comics.

Both became a test subject in their 30s.

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

So...

Like, we all realise that once Murkoff cuts their losses with Project Lathe 2, the Prime Assets and Expops are all being fucking put down, right???

Like I know this is probably obvious but like, since the Reagents are being made into Sleeper Agents or hooked up to the Morphogenic Engine or whatever else the CIA/Murkoff want them for, once Lathe 2 is done for (which sounds like it's happening soon with what's being said by Doris/Nurse Barlowe/Noakes and the documents we can find), they're just gonna fucking kill everyone else 🧍 they can't have witnesses, everyone knows that, there's like an understanding that everyone there is going to die but like surely SOMEONE gets out of this alive??? Like Noakes seems to think that our Reagent can do it, and obviously when you Rebirth it kinda proves you can't, but idk, I guess I have hope that someone gets out okay??? Like escapes somehow??? I know Murkoff and the CIA can't be brought to justice or anything, but like, I don't think I can handle this fate for EVERYONE

[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!

[roadkilldeer7]

Hid some of the blood just incase. 😂 My favorite look for Rick is post Morphogenic Engine. 👀💕

[nitofenito]

Full chris page feat. Pre morphogenic engine chris

[deadsilkmoth]

Wernicke asks Cornelius for spare parts, claiming he needs them for morphogenic engine, but instead just keeping them in his special drawer, because they're pretty and shiny. He goes full crow mod on those.

[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.

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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.

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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.