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(This story doesn't have fetish stuff, and was just done for my own enjoyment)

     Lobotomy Corporation was always hiring. It was your third day wandering these halls and now you've learned very well how fast turnover is in this here Tartarus. You are one of many that are, have been, and will be staffed here. You weren't even particularly qualified for the position; not smart, not fit, not a skill in your body. The application was a shot in the dark, but they picked you anyway. And now you wish they hadn't.
     Creatures beyond the most hellish imagination lie beyond the bolted doors lining the halls. A screaming void of empty space and stars. A vacant-eyed girl scarred in ash and soot. A mesh of indiscernible and faceless static that nonetheless stares into you. An order from on high and you find yourself locked in a containment cell with one of these "Abnormalities" with hardly a meter distance between you and whatever horror the Manager has decided you need to see. But no matter the room, the scent of iron is strong in the air. Red crust lining the chamber corners that janitors have overlooked.
     Outside isn't much more comforting. Most of the employees won't even strike up a conversation with anyone but the mumbling voices in their head, and the metal walls make you feel just as trapped as these monsters. Can't even relax in peace. A pain in your ears resonates from the department above as you sip your fifth cup of coffee. Never can be sure if the commotion is an employee gone mad, or an Abnormality escaped from containment. Security breaches so frequent that they've stopped sounding the alarms until somebody important dies in the ensuing chaos. It doesn't really matter to you. Not until that beep on your hip tells you to go deal with it, and you're perfectly happy to drink your coffee until then.
     Wow. It hasn't even been a week and you've already become jaded from this job. Congratulations. Perhaps the AI supervisor of your department will give you a prize rather than the scolding you received on your first day. You thought you were being helpful. Charging across two departments to aid in the suppression of an abnormality. Such altruistic free will was quickly stamped out before it became a problem that needed a "permanent solution". Now you couldn't imagine going out without the order from-
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
     What a coincidence.
     In under a minute a team of five from your department assemble and begin to traverse the abandoned halls above you. Even as the sirens blare in your eardrums and draw your focus, it's not hard to tell something went awry here. Red slime paints the walls and slides down the metal surface. You swear the gelatinous splatter across the floor resembles someone you knew.
     At the end of the hall are more agents from other departments, all waiting in front of an industrial elevator. Steeling themselves for whatever's lurking on the other side. There's now a small platoon nervously shifting their weapons into position as the elevator rises to the top floor of the department. The door opens with a loud hiss. You don't waste a second charging forward between the gap, and the rest don't wait to follow suit.
     The sight is similar to the one below, but…denser. Your ankles wade in the sludge, having to yank them out with each step. You can't help but notice that there are bones lodged in the slime. Dissolving down to the marrow, proteins slowly eaten away into nothingness. Not a trace of what once was. You quicken your pace as to not join them.
     An outline forms at the end of the hall. An amorphous form that is hardly distinct. With the sloshing and clapping of fluids the shape morphs into new and odd shapes. Be it the flashing lights, the fluids of your fellow man, or natural pigment, the creature is bathed in scarlet red. Hunched over the organic matter strewn about the floor, the hall is cleansed of humanity, a slimy film being all that remains. Bones rise through the viscous mass and spike through the membrane. It turns to stare through the group. More than half turn in panic when its eyes meet theirs. Weapons dropped, all they carry are the clothes on their backs and the fear in their heart.
     You and a select handful steady your weapons, coated in a fine layer of sweat from shaking hands. Blades and bullets plunge into the creature. A low growl pulses from the moving mass, slime slashed away from its body and painting the walls. A lunging shot spews forth from the body, stealing your weapon straight from your hands and into the mass. But it was greedy, not one to settle for the inanimate. The person beside you is grabbed off their feet and made a plaything for the beast.
     That could have easily been you. A series of questions pound into your skull.
     Why did you come here?
     Why do you work here?
     Why did you stay here?
     Was it intrigue? A fascination with the underworkings of such a company? Were you fleeing from the surface? Whatever it was, this wasn't worth it.
     Like the wise half, your feet invert and pad the ground behind. The creature is growing more distant, but is drawing closer.
     A horde awaits you at the end. A mass climbing on top of eachother to claw at a metal gate sealed tight. The hall is filled with a horrific symphony. The alarms blaring above your head. The terrified screams of your colleagues. The hopeless banging against wrought iron. The wet cacophony as the creature barrels down the hall towards you. The incessant beeping from dozens of telecoms sounding off simultaneously. Not a word from the device reached their ears. Only faintly did you hear the final command given to you.
     "Turn around."
     "Suppress the Abnormality."
     The people on top of you are plucked away. The screaming becomes more lonesome. Cold wetness touches your back. The horror is over now. Yet somehow, you feel like you'll have to relive this horrific day again.

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Description

(This story doesn't have fetish stuff, and was just done for my own enjoyment)

     Lobotomy Corporation was always hiring. It was your third day wandering these halls and now you've learned very well how fast turnover is in this here Tartarus. You are one of many that are, have been, and will be staffed here. You weren't even particularly qualified for the position; not smart, not fit, not a skill in your body. The application was a shot in the dark, but they picked you anyway. And now you wish they hadn't.
     Creatures beyond the most hellish imagination lie beyond the bolted doors lining the halls. A screaming void of empty space and stars. A vacant-eyed girl scarred in ash and soot. A mesh of indiscernible and faceless static that nonetheless stares into you. An order from on high and you find yourself locked in a containment cell with one of these "Abnormalities" with hardly a meter distance between you and whatever horror the Manager has decided you need to see. But no matter the room, the scent of iron is strong in the air. Red crust lining the chamber corners that janitors have overlooked.
     Outside isn't much more comforting. Most of the employees won't even strike up a conversation with anyone but the mumbling voices in their head, and the metal walls make you feel just as trapped as these monsters. Can't even relax in peace. A pain in your ears resonates from the department above as you sip your fifth cup of coffee. Never can be sure if the commotion is an employee gone mad, or an Abnormality escaped from containment. Security breaches so frequent that they've stopped sounding the alarms until somebody important dies in the ensuing chaos. It doesn't really matter to you. Not until that beep on your hip tells you to go deal with it, and you're perfectly happy to drink your coffee until then.
     Wow. It hasn't even been a week and you've already become jaded from this job. Congratulations. Perhaps the AI supervisor of your department will give you a prize rather than the scolding you received on your first day. You thought you were being helpful. Charging across two departments to aid in the suppression of an abnormality. Such altruistic free will was quickly stamped out before it became a problem that needed a "permanent solution". Now you couldn't imagine going out without the order from-
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
     What a coincidence.
     In under a minute a team of five from your department assemble and begin to traverse the abandoned halls above you. Even as the sirens blare in your eardrums and draw your focus, it's not hard to tell something went awry here. Red slime paints the walls and slides down the metal surface. You swear the gelatinous splatter across the floor resembles someone you knew.
     At the end of the hall are more agents from other departments, all waiting in front of an industrial elevator. Steeling themselves for whatever's lurking on the other side. There's now a small platoon nervously shifting their weapons into position as the elevator rises to the top floor of the department. The door opens with a loud hiss. You don't waste a second charging forward between the gap, and the rest don't wait to follow suit.
     The sight is similar to the one below, but…denser. Your ankles wade in the sludge, having to yank them out with each step. You can't help but notice that there are bones lodged in the slime. Dissolving down to the marrow, proteins slowly eaten away into nothingness. Not a trace of what once was. You quicken your pace as to not join them.
     An outline forms at the end of the hall. An amorphous form that is hardly distinct. With the sloshing and clapping of fluids the shape morphs into new and odd shapes. Be it the flashing lights, the fluids of your fellow man, or natural pigment, the creature is bathed in scarlet red. Hunched over the organic matter strewn about the floor, the hall is cleansed of humanity, a slimy film being all that remains. Bones rise through the viscous mass and spike through the membrane. It turns to stare through the group. More than half turn in panic when its eyes meet theirs. Weapons dropped, all they carry are the clothes on their backs and the fear in their heart.
     You and a select handful steady your weapons, coated in a fine layer of sweat from shaking hands. Blades and bullets plunge into the creature. A low growl pulses from the moving mass, slime slashed away from its body and painting the walls. A lunging shot spews forth from the body, stealing your weapon straight from your hands and into the mass. But it was greedy, not one to settle for the inanimate. The person beside you is grabbed off their feet and made a plaything for the beast.
     That could have easily been you. A series of questions pound into your skull.
     Why did you come here?
     Why do you work here?
     Why did you stay here?
     Was it intrigue? A fascination with the underworkings of such a company? Were you fleeing from the surface? Whatever it was, this wasn't worth it.
     Like the wise half, your feet invert and pad the ground behind. The creature is growing more distant, but is drawing closer.
     A horde awaits you at the end. A mass climbing on top of eachother to claw at a metal gate sealed tight. The hall is filled with a horrific symphony. The alarms blaring above your head. The terrified screams of your colleagues. The hopeless banging against wrought iron. The wet cacophony as the creature barrels down the hall towards you. The incessant beeping from dozens of telecoms sounding off simultaneously. Not a word from the device reached their ears. Only faintly did you hear the final command given to you.
     "Turn around."
     "Suppress the Abnormality."
     The people on top of you are plucked away. The screaming becomes more lonesome. Cold wetness touches your back. The horror is over now. Yet somehow, you feel like you'll have to relive this horrific day again.

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