On November 26th, 7:40 PM, an attack on Site-17 was launched on by Chaos Insurgency Agents for unknown reasons. Casualties: 13 Security guards, 11 Researchers. Total casualties: 24.
November 26th. Thanksgiving day. 7:37 PM
Outside the mix of red and orange was slowly setting as the darkness took over. Inside, the once bland walls of the foundation were now covered in Thanksgiving decorations. Some were bought, while others were custom made. Some researchers even decorated the doors to their offices by adding something to it, like orange lights.
The aroma of turkey filled the halls as Dr. Carlton pushed a 3 tier utility cart. On top of the cart was a cooked turkey with some chips on the side, there were some water bottles in the middle and a pack of juice boxes on the bottom. He was on his way to the cafeteria. It was thanksgiving. He wanted to do something nice for everyone!
"Alright, everyone!" Carlton said as he entered the cafeteria with the cart. "I got you all some chicken, chips, and juice! If you don't want any juice I got some water as well!" he said while reaching for the middle and taking out a water bottle.
He goes around the cafeteria giving people turkey or chips depending on what they choose as well as juice or water. Joy filled the room as everyone started to have a good time, cheering and smiling. It seemed as if nothing could ruin this day.
Through the joy and cheer, the sounds of an explosion followed by rapid gunfire could be heard as the alarms began to blare repeatedly like a broken record. The happiness died down as everyone started to notice what was going on. The loud screech of the intercome was barely heard overhead as a voice came through.
"Attention all personnel. The site is currently under attack by Chaos Insurgency agents. All staff is advised to make their way to an evacuation shelter or any other safe area until the situation is under control."
Carlton looked around the room. Some people were talking with others on where they should go while others were already on their way going in the opposite direction. Carlton decided his best bet was to start running like the others. Which he did, he for a good while until he made it to storage where he quickly locked himself inside.
Carlton rummaged through his pockets pulling out his headphones. He searced his other pocket. "Damn. Left my iPod in my office" he said tossing his headphones on the floor next to him annoyed.
The alarm eventually finished blaring but the sounds of gunfire didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Carlton closed his eyes wishing for this be over already.
Sounds of faint shouting could be heard followed by multiple footsteps passing by with some panicked talking in between. The sounds of gunfire grew louder, almost closer. This made Carlton start to bite the nails on his right hand and tap his foot softly. He closed his eyes once more
Footsteps could be heard moving to his direction causing Carlton to get up and move to the side of the door. bracing himself for whoever came through, clenching his fists tightly. Eventually, a low toned voice ushered the person on the side of the door to follow them. As Carlton heard the footsteps move away from the door. He sighed a breath of relief sitting down once again. "Bloody 'ell" he muttered. "This day is going fantastic."
As the gunfire died down so did the pace of Carlton's heartbeat. 'When was this gonna end?' he thought to himself. A question he didn't have the answer to.
He lied his head on the wall and closed his eyes. Just listening.
7:54 PM
"HOLD IT!" "HEY!" Two of the insurgents yelled at the researcher. She made a sharp turn and continued to bolt down the hall. One of them started to fire at the researcher, one bullet hit her in the arm causing her to lose her step, before getting up and bolting again. holding her now bleeding arm in one hand. "Target lost." One of the insurgents spoke into their radio.
She needed a place to hide, quickly. She made her way down the hall exhausted from running. She looked around a bit, looking for any place she could hold out and mend her wound. She didn't have to look far before finding the storage room.
"This..seems like a good place for now." She said. She swiped her keycard unlocking the door. As soon as she stepped inside her she looked to the left to see another researcher. Asleep. She shut the door which slowly awoke him. When he noticed someone else was in the room he looked around. "Anyone else with you?" he asked. "No." She replied. He saw them holding their arm. "You hurt?" "Clearly." She replied. She looked around the storage room, there had to be something right? Eventually, she found a balaclava meant for security guards and decided to wrap it around her injured arm. "That should work for a while." She said to herself
"What's your name?" He asked. "Tanya. you?" "Carlton" "Got it." Once names were all said and done she sat down as well. "This is one hell of a Thanksgiving." She said "You said it, I was giving everyone Turkey at the caf when this all went to shit. What about you?" Carlton asked.
7:30 PM
Tanya
Dr. Carlton and Dr. Sakimoto were found hiding out in the storage room where they had stood for approximately 3 hours without food or water. Both secured without incident
Dr. Bright stood at his desk, he had stayed up all night finishing a report he was working on. He went to take a sip of his coffee. "Empty" He muttered tiredly.
He got up from his desk and left his office to get a refill from the cafeteria. As soon as he stepped out of his office he tripped over a cereal box.
He looked around to see if anyone was watching him, could this be a prank? Who knows. He picked up the box and examined it. On the back of the box was the usual puzzle game you would see on cereal boxes, but when he flipped it to the front he grinned in slight amusement.
The name 'Cimmerian' was written over the word 'Cinnamon' and a picture of Cimmerian's face was plastered over the cartoon cereal mascots. He went back inside his office with the box and sat down at his desk writing a message to Cimmerian.
"Nice cereal box. How much per box?" He attached an image of the cereal box to the message.
He took a look at his empty mug and the clock. 10:11 AM.
"I'll hold off from the coffee for a while." He told himself leaving the mug on the desk, getting up once again to go to the lunchroom to get something to eat.
He entered the elevator with someone he hadn't seen before.
"You new here?" He questioned the person.
"Oh- uh, yeah! My first day here!" he exclaimed.
"Nice nice…What branch are you in?" Bright questioned
"Oh, I'm on the therapy team." he answered "Goin' to see someone that tried to tame 682 with a rolled up newspaper
Dr. Bright snickered slightly.
"Dang..that's horrible!" He said showing no compassion.
"Yeah."
They remained silent for the rest of the ride.
As the elevator bell rang, the new researcher got off. Leaving Bright alone. Eventually, he got to the floor he wanted to and made his way to the cafeteria. There he noticed something… off. Everyone was eating the exact same thing, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. 'Must be..cereal day?' he thought to himself. As he went up to the lunch man he was given a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a plastic spoon. He sat down and started to eat.
"I'm surprised Dr. Cimmerian made his own cereal!" Someone said from the table behind Bright.
"Same! and it tastes so good!" Another person replied.
"I heard in one of 100 boxes there's a coupon for free-"
"Hold on hold on" Bright cut them off. "Cimmerian made this cereal?!" He had a confused expression on his face.
"Yeah! Didn't you hear? Cimmerian is mass producing these! How I'm not sure but it's so good!" Bright started to look even more confused.
"I'll be right back.." He sat up from his table and left the lunchroom.
The 3 researchers looked at each other.
"What was that about?" One asked.
"Don't ask me." Another replied.
Bright ran back in the elevator and went down. Once he reached his floor he made his way directly to Cimmerian's office. He knocked on the door
"Cimmerian?" He called while still knocking. "Cimmerian it's bright open the door." He commanded the doorknob which to his surprise actually opened.
When he entered he looked around in shock and awe as the once small office was now a full-fledged factory.
"What the cinnamon toast fuck?" He muttered.
He walked along a metal catwalk looking at the factory. One end he could see the boxes being distributed and ready to be sold to the public, on the other end he saw the small bags filled with the cereal. Eventually, he came to the end of the catwalk. A door with the word 'THE OFFICE' in big bold yellow letters. He turned the knob, gently opening the door.
There Cimmerian sat. facing multiple TV screens each with different news stations from different countries. They were all talking about Cimmerian Toast Crunch.
"Cimmerian..what the hell is all this?" Bright asked
"This…This Is business." He said softly. He turned in his chair in evil villain fashion.
"Business?" Bright replied confused. "no no no I don't care about your damn bootleg cereal I mean like how did you turn this office into a factory?"
"Oh that well it's kind of a long story- you see-"
"Make it quick!” Bright said sharply.
This angered, Cimmerian. "What do you think this is then.” he questioned Bright in a bad cop manner’ “Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I'm like a clown or something? Well, I'm not as stupid as everyone else. I made bank by a creation nobody else could’ve ever thought of.”
"Wait you used, like and as..and since this a Cinnamon factory..does that mean you used a synonym!" bright said in a snarky tone.
Cimmerian responded to this by grabbing, Bright by the throat and throwing him off the catwalk. Bright managed to cling onto the edge of it.
"Cimmy! Help me! what the fuck are you doing pull me up!” Bright pleaded and begged.
Cimmerian kneeled and whispered in Bright's ear-
"Long live the king."
He stomped on Bright's fingers causing him to let go and fall into the dark abyss.
"Shit shit shit!" He frantically cursed waving his arms frantically for something to grab. When he realized there was nothing to grab he panicked even more
"Please please-" he held onto his amulet "-please." He repeatedly begged.
Suddenly it felt as if he stopped falling. When he opened his eyes he was on his two feet. He looked around him, he noticed a small bright light. As he went closer the darkness around him began to change. When he got close enough to the light everything around him flashed brightly, blinding bright momentarily.
When he managed to open his eyes he sat up panting like a dog after a run. He glanced at his surroundings noticing he was laying on the cold floor. He got up rubbing his eyes lightly. He was inside someone's office. Not his, but someones.
He walked over to the door. He went to turn the knob to leave but saw it was, of course, locked.
'Duh who leaves their office door locked' he thought to himself while unlocking the door and exiting the office.
He turned around to see whose office he was in. In bold letters, he saw the name 'Dr. Cimmerian' on a nameplate next to the door.
"Hey!" A voice yelled behind bright. He turned around to see a half-burned highlighter with a plate of pizza walking towards him. "The fuck were you doing in my office?" Cimmerian questioned.
"I- er…I wanted to uh- tell you a joke!" He said fumbling most of his words.
"How'd you get in?" He asked. "I thought I locked it?"
"Turns out you didn't!"
"Hm…guess ill have to double-check from now on." He shrugged "Well today's pizza day. They got a few slices left so I suggest you hurry." He told Bright.
"Got it." Bright replied. Cimmerian walked past him entering his office, closing the door behind him.
Bright made his way to the cafeteria, pondering what the fuck just happened. Was it all a dream? It all felt so real though. He looked at his fingers. Bruised. It could just be a coincidence..but..somewhere inside he knew that wasn't the case.
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