damned_institute | Night 61: Intercom, Beginning of Night

As the clouds began to partially obscure the dark sky, night descended upon the Institute. When the intercom came to life again, static poured into each room.

"Actually," the Head Doctor continued with a low, sinister chuckle, "there is one more program the general insisted I keep around in order to make all of you useful to him. But why spoil the surprise for those who might not have heard? Four of you will find out soon enough."

He sounded as though he wanted to leave it at that, but kept talking. "A word of advice to those four, though: screw up, and everyone here may suffer the consequences. Although, that would be awfully entertaining to watch. Maybe even more entertaining than seeing you scurry about like animals in cages..."

Shuffling some papers on his desk, he suddenly sounded more hurried. "As much as I enjoy our little chats, though, I'd best be going. Several of you have a special appointment...with me."

The intercom shut off again, and the doors unlocked, signaling the start of Nightshift.