"Ahuh? An interesting name i gotta say. Well my friend. As you can see, our big facility got some new 'visitors'. They belong to the half human half mutant race. I would love to introduce you to them and ask you a few questions."
He leads Rust outside the room into a long hallway. Walls are whitened on top of the silver surface. Glimmering in blueish colours the next door follows. Every 3 meters a door is ppaced on the walls. It seems endless. They both approach the end of the hallway at the wall. Blank amd forgotten it stands there.
"Please keep this a secret"
He presses his hand onto the wall and suddenly both drop down a hole landing in a pillow deep below made out of air. They stand up. A huge facility beneath the actual one uncovers. Rooms with glasses, cells, weapons, scientists running around and even a huge amount of toxic radiation is filled into this place.
A door slides open as they walk through the tunnels. The enterior gets darker and darker as they proceed. "You know. The old leader of this nation really caused troubles. Created mutants and chaos. A pain for us who wanted to see progress happening. Something needed to happen. Then he started with this plan. On Iteron a giant egg formed and we knew what he was doing. His hallucinations of their great 'god' Bargon invaded his mind. We knew he will create a monster in a huge scale to scare the citizens off. To make them believe this god exists. It all just is an illusion tho. So we built this weapon. A gun, able to kill it before it even arrives. And guess what. IT KILLED HIM AND THE MONSTER! We achieved all we need. But now we are sgruggling with the mutants that are infected by his insanity. We cant control them, so we want to know, how to get into their mind. I once heard your nation is the most insane one. So may you shall explain us how?"
Rust chuckles “To get into the mind of an insane man is to understand them. You have a simple amount of choices. One, Kill them, end their pain and suffering. Two, Hire some wireans to probe them, erase their “insanity.” Three, Therapize them, trick them into thinking they’re sane.”
He smirks. "I will let you have the choice and experiment a bit on it. You know better than me. And no worries. I will let a syrgucial doctor help you with it."
A glass door opens next to them. A metal table spreads out into the middle with a man bond to it. Half naked and shaking. Shouting for help relentlessly.
"We dont need that screams all day. Cut his tongue out doc."
A hanging fleshy pillar moves down from the ceiling with thin tentacle arms grabbing for tools. Two wide opened eyes gaze at the man on the table, red and bleeding almost. The doctors head is morphed onto the worm like flesh pillar and has two gas cans stuck inside his lower char. The brain seems to be chaoticly spread throughout the fleshpile while somehow still working. A little bloody scissor comes near the man and another old rotten hand grabs it.
CUT-
The man screams in pain while the doctor slowly puts the tongue and scissors away. He looks at Rust. "Better help me with this or you will become the next surgical piece of my box. Ihihiihi"
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