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Progress Log - 077 - BITE RISK - SELF HARM RISK

XX/XX/XXXX

Name: Unknown
Gender: Unkown
Species: Witch

Subject 77 has maintained refusal of food and water for 12 total days. Sleeping periods have been done only through involuntary unconsciousness. During unconsciousness, saline fluids and vitamins to be administered. Noticeable weight loss and dehydration have plateaued through these efforts, however, when 77 wakes up, they will attack medical staff.
Anesthetics are not recommended until hydration and body weight is back to appropriate levels.

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Integra wasn't sure how long she had stared endlessly at the door to the room. She knew it must have been hours at the least, her eyes burned at the edges the longer she stared. Sometimes it goes dark. Right, she blinked. It's only for a second, blinking. The group though. How are they so fast?

A moment to close her eyes to make the burning stop, she sees more and more of them get closer, shoving tubes into her arms and into her mouth. The bitter smell of disinfectant choked her as they poke and prod with their gloved hands like she was a disease. She isn't a disease! She's a... a...

The door doesn't move when she stares. It only moves when she blinks. But if she keeps her eyes open, the shadows move. They whisper, talking about how she can never go home. That she's there forever. And ever. And ever. When she closes her eyes, the whispering stops, but the group returns with their needles and tubes.

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-RED ALERT- -RED ALERT- CODE V. MAINTAIN LOCKDOWN PROCEDURE.

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They didn't come this time, when she opened her eyes again, the group wasn't present. Did they give up? Could she go home? Was she allowed to remember k- No. K? Was it K? Integra felt the cool floor under her body slowly sapping the heat out from her. But something else, much colder felt from above. Like the cold touch of magic siphoning itself out from her core. Was she able to do magic again? It couldn't be, she couldn't smell the sweet scent of flowers of the distant past in the air. Rather all she could smell was mold and copper.

The chilling air above her loomed, unmoving. Something was there. A contraption from the group that had forced her into this room? Shifting her head felt like moving a pile of bricks attached at her neck. Whatever was above her, blurred with the blaring red lights that made her already sensitive eyes water. It looked entirely black, like a mud smear on window glass. The way the dark object almost seemed to pull her in was almost comforting.

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"Damnit! You mean to tell me a visitor just managed to appear out of nowhere and none of you caught it on camera?!"

"N- no sir. When it first appeared a brownout affected the security feed from the cell."

"We need to separate the traveler from the visitor, focus on retrieval rather than attacking. We don't know its goals are yet."

"Sir, yes sir!"

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They're back. The bastards. They're different from the others, dressed in itchy clothes and rubber hands. No no no these ones are dressed in heavy uniforms and armed. They keep yelling, yelling their fucking guttural language. For the first time she's felt relaxed in days and these assholes are here to ruin it all again.

What the hell are they even pointing up at? It's just the friendly black blob. The blob is there to comfort and it protected her from the near blinding lights.

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"Create a perimeter! On the South, close in. North, keep the head distracted!"

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Moving her own head felt like a challenge. God, are they getting closer? The ringing in her ears almost drowns the sound of their shouting. The blob looks like it's getting closer to her, lowering itself onto her. She could feel the stinging on her skin as the cold exuding from the blob sapped her heat away. It was no longer comforting, in fact, it felt uncomfortable, almost painful! Unbearable! What is happening?!

Integra's eyes shot open, the clouds clearing for the first time in days as she could finally realize what was over her. A shadowy creature hovered near inches above her body like a predator guarding its kill against rivals. Her body screamed at her to move but her atrophied muscles only wept from their lack of strength. Her joints creaking at each subtle moment to run! Scream! Cry for anybody! But even in this moment of panic, she couldn't even remember the faces of those she missed! Who could she call out to, would they even miss her?

Feeling a hand on her hind leg, her eyes shot down to see one of the armed members pulling her away from the monster. While she hadn't let her guard down, she could recognize they were trying to help.

As quickly as it came, the monster seemingly vanished into thin air. Ozone replaced the smell of mold and a wash of relief came over the entire crew.

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Progress Log - 077

XX/XX/XXXX

Name: Integra
Gender: Female
Species: Witch

Integra (formerly known as Subject 77) has begun a recovery regimen for acute dehydration and starvation. Maintain procedure. Language learning has been a top priority for socialization, her language level is at basic sentence structure. Therapy is to be planned soon

Internal Notes: After last month's visitor incident, it had been agreed unanimously that Integra remains under supervision until it is reassured that another incident isn't repeatable soon. While casualties and injuries were avoided, we do not know what triggered the event.

Internal Notes: To help with language skills and socialization in the colony, is it possible to have weekly visits to the den and surrounding area?

Internal Notes: Potentially. Assessment testing should be conducted at an appropriate level to ensure if schooling is viable or if individual tutoring is needed.

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HELLO YES IM VERY AWARE IM TERRIBLE AT WRITING. This is probably gonna be one of if not the only writing prompts I'm gonna do just bc I SUCK ASS. All of yall who write frequently and for fun will always command my respect bc it isn't easy.

Interactions with Integra will begin soon, I promise. Just not yet.

9/171 Acorns
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Description

Previous: Strike [STORY]

Progress Log - 077 - BITE RISK - SELF HARM RISK

XX/XX/XXXX

Name: Unknown
Gender: Unkown
Species: Witch

Subject 77 has maintained refusal of food and water for 12 total days. Sleeping periods have been done only through involuntary unconsciousness. During unconsciousness, saline fluids and vitamins to be administered. Noticeable weight loss and dehydration have plateaued through these efforts, however, when 77 wakes up, they will attack medical staff.
Anesthetics are not recommended until hydration and body weight is back to appropriate levels.

____

Integra wasn't sure how long she had stared endlessly at the door to the room. She knew it must have been hours at the least, her eyes burned at the edges the longer she stared. Sometimes it goes dark. Right, she blinked. It's only for a second, blinking. The group though. How are they so fast?

A moment to close her eyes to make the burning stop, she sees more and more of them get closer, shoving tubes into her arms and into her mouth. The bitter smell of disinfectant choked her as they poke and prod with their gloved hands like she was a disease. She isn't a disease! She's a... a...

The door doesn't move when she stares. It only moves when she blinks. But if she keeps her eyes open, the shadows move. They whisper, talking about how she can never go home. That she's there forever. And ever. And ever. When she closes her eyes, the whispering stops, but the group returns with their needles and tubes.

____

-RED ALERT- -RED ALERT- CODE V. MAINTAIN LOCKDOWN PROCEDURE.

____

They didn't come this time, when she opened her eyes again, the group wasn't present. Did they give up? Could she go home? Was she allowed to remember k- No. K? Was it K? Integra felt the cool floor under her body slowly sapping the heat out from her. But something else, much colder felt from above. Like the cold touch of magic siphoning itself out from her core. Was she able to do magic again? It couldn't be, she couldn't smell the sweet scent of flowers of the distant past in the air. Rather all she could smell was mold and copper.

The chilling air above her loomed, unmoving. Something was there. A contraption from the group that had forced her into this room? Shifting her head felt like moving a pile of bricks attached at her neck. Whatever was above her, blurred with the blaring red lights that made her already sensitive eyes water. It looked entirely black, like a mud smear on window glass. The way the dark object almost seemed to pull her in was almost comforting.

____

"Damnit! You mean to tell me a visitor just managed to appear out of nowhere and none of you caught it on camera?!"

"N- no sir. When it first appeared a brownout affected the security feed from the cell."

"We need to separate the traveler from the visitor, focus on retrieval rather than attacking. We don't know its goals are yet."

"Sir, yes sir!"

____

They're back. The bastards. They're different from the others, dressed in itchy clothes and rubber hands. No no no these ones are dressed in heavy uniforms and armed. They keep yelling, yelling their fucking guttural language. For the first time she's felt relaxed in days and these assholes are here to ruin it all again.

What the hell are they even pointing up at? It's just the friendly black blob. The blob is there to comfort and it protected her from the near blinding lights.

____

"Create a perimeter! On the South, close in. North, keep the head distracted!"

____

Moving her own head felt like a challenge. God, are they getting closer? The ringing in her ears almost drowns the sound of their shouting. The blob looks like it's getting closer to her, lowering itself onto her. She could feel the stinging on her skin as the cold exuding from the blob sapped her heat away. It was no longer comforting, in fact, it felt uncomfortable, almost painful! Unbearable! What is happening?!

Integra's eyes shot open, the clouds clearing for the first time in days as she could finally realize what was over her. A shadowy creature hovered near inches above her body like a predator guarding its kill against rivals. Her body screamed at her to move but her atrophied muscles only wept from their lack of strength. Her joints creaking at each subtle moment to run! Scream! Cry for anybody! But even in this moment of panic, she couldn't even remember the faces of those she missed! Who could she call out to, would they even miss her?

Feeling a hand on her hind leg, her eyes shot down to see one of the armed members pulling her away from the monster. While she hadn't let her guard down, she could recognize they were trying to help.

As quickly as it came, the monster seemingly vanished into thin air. Ozone replaced the smell of mold and a wash of relief came over the entire crew.

____

Progress Log - 077

XX/XX/XXXX

Name: Integra
Gender: Female
Species: Witch

Integra (formerly known as Subject 77) has begun a recovery regimen for acute dehydration and starvation. Maintain procedure. Language learning has been a top priority for socialization, her language level is at basic sentence structure. Therapy is to be planned soon

Internal Notes: After last month's visitor incident, it had been agreed unanimously that Integra remains under supervision until it is reassured that another incident isn't repeatable soon. While casualties and injuries were avoided, we do not know what triggered the event.

Internal Notes: To help with language skills and socialization in the colony, is it possible to have weekly visits to the den and surrounding area?

Internal Notes: Potentially. Assessment testing should be conducted at an appropriate level to ensure if schooling is viable or if individual tutoring is needed.

----------------------------

HELLO YES IM VERY AWARE IM TERRIBLE AT WRITING. This is probably gonna be one of if not the only writing prompts I'm gonna do just bc I SUCK ASS. All of yall who write frequently and for fun will always command my respect bc it isn't easy.

Interactions with Integra will begin soon, I promise. Just not yet.

9/171 Acorns
Tracker: docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…