(I am going to honest with yall. I will NOT fucking write the layout of PlayTime. It is to fucking annoying to do. Next chapter will be a very basic overview, NOT the whole damn place.)
I finally had more than enough check marks to bring this place completely down. I had improved my relationship with the employees, I had renewed my contract with better terms, had become somewhat publicly famous and the final kicker I was the adopted grandson of a very wealthy old man.
Mr. Carter or as he wanted me to call him old benny, was wealthy. He was an older man, that had visited me multiple times throughout the year. We would talk about basic things, and talk about what I wanted to do in my future. He told me that he wanted to adopt me, and that he believed that I was destined for great things. He also explained to me that he felt that I was wasting my talent, and potential at this place. He wasn't mean or aggressive or anything about it. He was just an old man telling me facts. He was nice to me, but he had an aura around him. He had that old mobster boss feel to him like in those movies. He didn't look dangerous, but…it was hard to explain. With Leith I was a little scared of him at first but stop because I realized that he was arrogant, stupid and wanted everyone to listen to him like a child. He was easy to deal with, all you had to do was rub his ego like a genie lamb and done. Leith wasn't really dangerous in that kind of way, he had no aura of authority about him. Mr. Carter was different, he had that aura, he had that feel to him that said 'I get what I want'.
Overall though he was nice to me, and after a few months of talking to him. I decided to let him adopt me. I did it for more multiple reasons: One he told me he could build me an orphanage for all my friends and get me whatever amount of land I wanted. That old bastard gave me a budget of 200 million dollars to work with. He had explained to me that the only way for me to get that I wanted was for me to sign the adoption papers, I did. Two was influence I wanted to be safe when I took down Playtime. I didn't want Leith to be able to make me 'disappear'. Leith and nobody here could touch me now. I wanted that safety net in case I got caught getting the evidence I needed. And lastly three…Mr.Carter was right. I was wasting my talent here. I was pushing myself way beyond what my body would have been capable of. I was going beyond to learn about magic, to fight monsters, study for college, help make things…the list goes on. Most of it came from being here at PlayTime and working for them.
If.. when I get out of here that extra weight will be gone. I wouldn't have to push myself so hard with working and such. I could take my time fighting those demons, helping the undead, and taking a few college classes here and there. With the money I had I would be able to live a good life, with the rest of the orphan friends I had made.
It felt good being adopted by Mr. Carter, the moment I was adopted things changed. He had gotten my contract re-worked. Apparently, my original contract was only 5% of whatever earnings I got from my ideas that Playtime sold, now it was 50% of earnings with an add bonus of keeping the rights to them. There was some other stuff to the contract but that was the most of it.
He wanted me to come with him to his mansion, but I told him that I wouldn't leave without my friends. Which led to the whole building an orphanage thing, I gave him my basic design plans, and what I wanted with it. He told me that it would be done by December 1995, a Christmas gift he called it. That was last July, so it was close to completion with only five months left.
Today, was the day. Focus, don't lose focus. I still stayed at the Home Sweet Homes, and had hidden away like I did the first few months I was here in the vents.
This time was different, the red smoke came but I wasn't affect by it. The symbiotic worm in my body made sure of it. I could feel the damn thing crawling and squirming under my skin. Just thinking about that damn thing wanted to make me throw up. But, then I felt that sensation in my stomach of them 'fixing it' and the writhing in my head helped calm my nauseous feeling.
The worms were Mr.Eyeball`s answer to my 'wanting to better'. The potion that I was taking were working, but only for one part of the day. I needed to be focused and ready at all times of the day. Not only that but I needed a way to fight those demonic creatures, prevent poison and a crap load of other stuff.
So, Mr.Eyeball gave me worms. A smelly, disgusting, revolting thing it was. That thing looked like if a leech and a tapeworm had sex, and then that baby had sex with Cthulhu. It was created by a demonologist and a life archwizard.
They wanted to create something that would push humanoid species beyond what was possible, and to help fight demons and other crap. It was designed to constantly help the host be the best in mind and body. It would continuously repair muscles, bones, check hormonal levels, improve brain neurotransmitters and everything. The problem came with how painful it was to have it…installed. The other problem was the constant feeling of them inside of you. They were like those worms in futurama, except you felt them….always.
Needless to say, the red smoke did nothing to me anymore. The only thing it did was impair my vision for a few minutes, before I was able to see again.
I cut my wrist to draw blood, and started to draw the runes 'Veyn' 'Nullar' and 'Kael`thar'. It wouldn't stop the sounds I made, but would make me practically invisible to all personnel.
My hand immediately closed up after I had finished, and I saw the tiny worms stitching my wound back together. Little bastards were quick with the healing.
Once done I left the vents, and made my way to the gas production factory. I made little information about where the labs were. The only thing I knew was that I needed to get to the labs, get evidence and hopefully kill Sawyer in the process. The man had to go, if I got a chance, I would kill the prototype too but that was wishful thinking.
Without Sawyer, I honestly doubted that the prototype would be able to do anything. My guess is that the only reason they 'escaped' was because of Sawyer. That was just my guess, and I could be wrong. Let's hope I am not.
I waited, and followed one of the workers who had taken one of the kids. We got to the gas production area, and made our way towards the left side. There was a giant hole cover that was open to relieve a small lift that only had small railings on each side to prevent someone from falling off.
The workers were talking, and discussing their shifts and whatnot. The problem I had was that the lift was 'small' and I had to be close to the edge to prevent someone from touching me. The runes made me invisible, nothing else. I still made sounds, could still be felt and everything else. That was it.
The lift ride took some time, and during the ride down I honestly couldn't believe how deep this place went. It was absolutely insane.
We finally made it down the lift, and inside some place that looked like the back warehouse area. I really didn't know where to go and was just glad that I had someone to follow. They went up the stairs towards a door that had the words 'CAVE 1C' printed next to it.
That led to a hallway with concrete walls, people moving through the halls. Going into the office rooms, it was busy. I had to constantly be mindful of my surroundings. Cave 1 literally was a cave, with rock walls and small lights and everything that made a cave. It was strange to see all those concrete walls, but walk into a cave.
I wanted to go to the lab, why were we going to where the signs said 'prison' God, I hope these people know where they are going. If they weren't going to the labs, then I was crap out of luck. This place was big, and I didn't want to waste time looking for the labs and Sawyer. I just wanted to get in, and GTFO (Get The Fuck Out)
Going through a huge cave, we got to the giant metal door. When it was opened it relieved a train station. A fucking train station, underneath this place, which was underneath another train station. The guys holding the kid on the stretcher had tossed him in one of the jail cells. The jail cell was a metal box, with inside padding, a small closet, toilet and that was it.
For a brief second, I thought about going inside with the kid, but realized that was probably not a good idea. I wasn't sure how long he would be in there for, and not only that but I didn't want Sawyer to find me. I remember…I think…he was able to find you because you were in the train or something like that. The memory was vague at best, I didn't really pay much attention to the game, only the lore of it. So, yeah a big fucking waste.
Sigh, I might actually have to explore this place. Mr.Carter wont be back until sometime in December last, he told me. The only reason he was even coming back was because he wanted to check on the 'house' that was made for me.