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- all the stars have gone out and the frightful bulk of night rushes forth from the illimitable depths of the earth to the very top of the sky and you are sure in the very depths of your heart that no one living thing on the earth was spared as the sea drowned man, city, sun, moon, stars, all -
You wake up in silence, but the fear is still alive.
<span class="mu-s">SHIFT 2</span>
You stride past the canteen, feeling absolute agitation and none of the usual hunger pangs. As much as you want to *properly* debut yourself to your other employees, you're in an absolute shit mood, even though you hardly remember what you dreamed about. You hate your dreams and you've been hating them for a very long time - this is just another fucking incident where your own mind is bullying you.
Surely.
This morning as you brushed your hair, you were struck with the sudden desire to come off as an absolutely cool and ominous type of Manager, who doesn't talk to his employees and exists as an almost mysterious anathema to them. Yes, this is a much better reason for skipping breakfast this must surely be the new and hip appeal type for today's City slickers.
"Frank!" You call out into the blue-lit and weird-smelling Control Room. Dammit, your secretary's not here. Even a crummy mouthful of moss bread would ease the strange empty feeling in your stomach.
You look through the new papers on your desk, but it's all just junk mail and gibberish. No fan mail, no notices, no cool and new catalogs. Are these even new? Gah! You're tempted to start throwing things around, but that would ruin the neat stacks of papers so you just stand up and seethe instead.
...
Hooo. You're calm now.
Really.
You start looking through the many cameras to ease your buzzing mind. Back to work, no more silly dreams.
There's another containment cube in the same cell as the Egg's. While you haven't started the work day yet, perhaps you can ask the Agent to open the cube, now why don't you? (Choose one anomaly.)
>"Unwithering flowers violently blossom." ("Had to chop her out the ground. The legs would have went on for miles and miles.")
>"So this little lady has made a decision! To stay here and never leave until laughter is restored to this place!" (You hear muffled swearing from inside the containment cube. A spindly black hand reaches down and covers one of the other cameras in the cell.)
>"All that remains is the hollow pride of a weathered knight." ("HE TOOK MY FUCKING ARM. THIS PAPIER-MÂCHÉ MOTHERFUCKER!")
>"Then I shall lie back, quiet and comfortable, and watch the black and red dragons have their last big fight together; and then..." ("There was nothing in the box, but I couldn't go any further. I'm sorry.")
Outsourced the abno text due to a sudden whimsical mood.
