The elevator door swings open right after he says that. Alright, time to deal with your 'fellow human'. Edward scans the hallway to make sure it's safe. You can't ever be too cautious in this facility. "Alright, coast's clear."
You're not as familiar with LAYER 3 as LAYER 2, but they have a similar maze-like structure to them, so you can probably find FET's storage room sooner than later. You instinctually head to the left, trusting your gut. Edward silently watches for any possible threats while you escort him to FET's little hiding space.
The layer is deathly silent. There's hardly any noise besides the pitter-patter of your footsteps and the faint whirring of machinery off yonder. At least LAYER 2 had some people moving out and about, but there's no one here. The two of you freeze up when you hear a set of heavy, lumbering footsteps heading your way...but it was a false alarm.
It was a random SACA unit you don't recognize. Not the one that you've been working with, at least.
"I never liked being down here." Edward mutters. "Not a lot of people work here, and the people who do? They're weird; it's hard to put into words. No wonder why your 'friend' lives down here."
"To be frank, most of my friends are weird." "Touche."
After some aimless wandering, you finally stumble across the storage room FET is hiding in. At least you think it's the right room. The flower growing out of your wrist is squirming, as if it's aware of some sort of anomalous presence inside.
"Alright. Remember, play along." "Aye aye, sir."
Edward knocks on the door. "Pizza delivery!" Obviously, there's no response to Edward's little joke. "Ah, I'm just kidding; Vincent wanted me to meet you. Mind coming out?"
Something shuffles inside of the storage room. "Door's open! Watch your step and do NOT touch the walls!" An off-kilter, vaguely off-putting voice calls out from the room. Yep, that's FET alright.
"Aight." The two of you open the door and step inside to see what, exactly, your 'friend' has been doing for the last twoish days.
https://youtu.be/ALwB-n6DxkM - F.E.T
You can't really call this room a storage room anymore. It's FET's own personalized bedroom or, if you're being pessimistic, containment cell. The storage shelves that once filled the small room have been roughly dismantled so their metal can be stripped for parts.
Cardboard boxes filled to the brim with random trinkets and junk clutter the limited floor space, with no rhyme or reason to what's actually being stored. Stale and moldy food, scrap electronics, half-empty buckets of paint, rotten hunks of meat, just random trash.
FET is standing by one of the walls with a bucket of paint in one hand and a brush in the other. You're guessing that's why the walls look the way they do.
The walls are coated in a mishmash of random brown, pale yellow, and orange splotches that you can't really discern any meaning out of. Edward, however, seems to be able to make something out of them.
