-Welcome, Servants, to the facility X-934 (or was it 394?) of Lobotomy corporation!-said the voice through the speakers, a cheerful and somewhat mocking edge to it.
The group was listening in rapt attention while assessing their situation.
It was a large hall, made in yellow colors somewhat reminiscent of a stage.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
DAY SET: 49
Sirens blared red as mechanical voice resounded throughout the facility.
-Don't you guys mind that. Anyway, I hope you like what you see. Sorry I can't come and greet you in person. Manager seat requires me not to leave this… Oh, coffee? Thanks Angela!
The man made some slurps, which were clearly heard through the intercom.
-Anyway, what was it about? Oh, right, sorry. I'm a bit forgetful.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
CLIPOTH DETERRENCE SET TO: 0.
-Anyhow, welcome to the place I have spent my entire existence in. It's nothing fancy, but it's "home",-the clear undertones of disdain clued everyone in on what the guy felt about the place.
-Well, it would be rude to make you guys wait any longer, so let's get this show on the road. Agent Samantha, please enter "shelter from the 27th of March ", thank you. All other employees, please, proceed with the energy generation plans provided by your sephirah.
A short silence settled and the servants made no move against their captor. Perhaps, too proud or confident to be afraid.
They didn't feel at all weaker here after all, like it's usually is in Reality marbles.
-twenty nine, thirty… Good. Ah, sorry for leaving you hanging like that,-the voice returned as servants tried to navigate through the maze that was this facility, stumbling on agents wearing weird and tacky outfits, trying to fight them. Of course, those didn't last very long.
-You know, I'm rather bad at this whole "greet the guests" thing. So… Bob. Yeah, you, from the Information department. Can you ask Red Hood to help our friends? Show them around? Don't just look at the camera - do stuff! Oh, and ask Freischütz to do me a solid as well. Just avoid corridor C-2, Binah is having her moment there right now .
-Anyway, sorry again, it's tough work to sit on your ass for so long. As you might have heard, we're going to get you some company soon enough. Just uh, keep going down that corridor, yep, and…
As he said that line, a *CHOO-CHOO* sound was heard throughout the whole facility.
-Oh! I guess your transport have just arrived,-the grin in his voice was very hard not to notice.
Unfortunately, his enemies were given very little time to ponder on the ramification of this whole thing.
As a train burst through the ceiling, killing one of them instantly.
*****
Somewhere in the facility, in a monitor filled room, the man with jet black hair sat, staring unblinkingly at all the monitors present with his unnerving yellow eyes.
Following every employee's move, commanding their next destination through the dedicated walky-talky.
It's only after a few minutes than the second warning started playing, that he had leaned back in his chair, a smile, however weak, playing on his face.
It's not like he had just fed an agent to a mountain of corpses.
Then, he turned around on his chair, staring at you.
-So, Master, I hope you're enjoying the show.
And you stare into the monitor, as apostles start walking around the facility, as monstrosities of all kinds escape their cells, as Apocalypse personified spawns its eggs.
How poor employees get sucked into the dark universe, how train appeared out of nowhere, how a bunch of fixers appeared out of thin air. How people melt into slime. And get mesmerized by a silent orchestra. And how a very scary looking black-wearing lady impaled everything in her wake.
The man, watching you carefully, finds it in himself to smile knowingly.
He understands the unfathomable horrors and untold shock you are going through.
But at this point, he couldn't care . There was nothing left in him that could.
-Welcome, Master to Lobotomy Corporation,-he moved his arms in a welcoming gesture, a woman in a white lab coat standing behind him, her eyes closed shut.
The screams of enemy servants were another addition to the symphony of this hell.