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"...You do REALIZE that if your MOTHER COMPANY abandons you, they most likely FORGOT you EXISTED, correct?" There's a tinge of pity in Quentin's unnatural voice. "I can't imagine how that must feel."
"I JUST WANTED OUT. I WAITED UNTIL I HAD APPROVAL BUT I WANTED OUT ALREADY. I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE HERE, YOU KNOW?" The mass of flesh gurgles yet again. "IF THEY REALLY DID CUT COMMUNICATIONS...THAT PRESENTS AN ISSUE. OH WELL. WE'LL FACE IT WHEN WE GET THERE-"
"I-issue? ISSUE?" Wendy snarls at the Manager with barely repressed rage before she immediately snaps back to her professional persona. "Yes. There is an issue. Do you know the status above ground? Of course not. Otherwise you wouldn't be unsealing right now."
"I FAIL TO SEE THE ISSUE HERE. YOU SAID THE WAR WAS OVER. THAT MEANS IT SHOULD BE A-OKAY."
"Sir, it's raining above!" Casey chirps out with her usual sing-song tone. "Not a light shower either! It is very much enough to flood the streets and to make traversing through the District mighty hard! Now, you can be excused somewhat for this, but go ahead Wendy."
"Thank you." Wendy gives Casey a genuine smile before turning her attention back to the flesh pile. "You have about a day tops, probably way less than that, before everything here floods."
[SYNCHRONIZED MINDSETS] "And from what I saw in the Security System as well," You add onto Wendy's ramblings as if she's speaking through you. "Every anomaly will also breach. Almost 40 of them, sir. A few may be immobile tools or otherwise rooted to their spot but the rest?"
[SYNCHRONIZED MINDSETS] "They'll breach the surface. And the rain is also caused by your facility unsealing, if my boss's little pocketwatch is right. Everything within a twenty mile radius AT MINIMUM will be ravaged. Do you understand now?"
And for a moment, there's no sound. No noise. You're struggling to breath as the clock keeps on ticking. Your other allies struggle to breath as well, which makes you immediately realize that oh. There's no fucking air in here anymore. No wonder why you couldn't hear anything.
As soon as your group begins to suffocate, air immediately floods back into the Manager's office. Your group struggles to regain their breath. The whole room is now a chorus of heavy, gas mask filtered breathing until eventually your group is able to get that precious oxygen back in their system.
"FUCK. I DIDN'T QUITE ANCTIPITATE THAT. TO BE QUITE HONEST, I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH IN CASE THERE WAS SOME GOOD NEWS BUT WOW. HUH."
[BOTH UNSTABLES] "WOW MAYBE DON'T FUCKING CHOKE US WHEN YOU DO THAT THANKS." "I HAVE HALF THE MIND TO RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT AIE AIE AIE!!!" The both of you are only being held back by Quentin and Casey wrapping their arms around your shoulders, keeping you seated down.
"OH. DIDN'T KNOW I WAS DOING THAT."
The mass of flesh spread across all of the walls shrinks back ever so slightly. "OKAY UH. FUCK, UH. I DON'T. I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS UNSEALING THING."
