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damned_institute2007-07-28 05:08 am
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Night 25: Intercom, Late Night
The intercom came on with its usual nighttime crackling, though this time the Head Doctor seemed to be in a calmer mood than he had been in before. His tone was cool and his breaths were even as he spoke, even if his speech itself contained the same megalomaniacal ranting as usual.
"Hm. Perhaps I'm overestimating you, Radio Man. Perhaps I'm putting too much stock in how much sway you have over the patients, in how much you can truly help them. Why, yes, even I am capable of admitting my errors, as few and far between as they may be!"
He coughed, cleared his throat, and continued.
"But enough of that wretched man, dear patients. I believe it's time to announce something grand, something new about this Institute. Oh, yes, we're always coming up with new surprises for all of you, as undeserving and selfish as you all may be, but luckily for us, the new secrets of this building may only be opened by those of supreme wit and physical prowess. Allow me to give you a hint, in fact, much like the savior you all put so much stock in: Down is the way you want to go if you want to uncover the secrets of this place, ladies and gentlemen, though uncovering the keys to knowledge will be far more difficult than any of you can imagine."
A pause, and then he sighed and chuckled lightly.
"Not that I imagine many of you will succeed in the tasks ahead of you, though perhaps the newly-arrived members of Group 4 will be able to assist all of you in your future endeavors. Good luck to you all, though I doubt you'll make much use of it."
The intercom slowly died down into a small whine, then silence.
"Hm. Perhaps I'm overestimating you, Radio Man. Perhaps I'm putting too much stock in how much sway you have over the patients, in how much you can truly help them. Why, yes, even I am capable of admitting my errors, as few and far between as they may be!"
He coughed, cleared his throat, and continued.
"But enough of that wretched man, dear patients. I believe it's time to announce something grand, something new about this Institute. Oh, yes, we're always coming up with new surprises for all of you, as undeserving and selfish as you all may be, but luckily for us, the new secrets of this building may only be opened by those of supreme wit and physical prowess. Allow me to give you a hint, in fact, much like the savior you all put so much stock in: Down is the way you want to go if you want to uncover the secrets of this place, ladies and gentlemen, though uncovering the keys to knowledge will be far more difficult than any of you can imagine."
A pause, and then he sighed and chuckled lightly.
"Not that I imagine many of you will succeed in the tasks ahead of you, though perhaps the newly-arrived members of Group 4 will be able to assist all of you in your future endeavors. Good luck to you all, though I doubt you'll make much use of it."
The intercom slowly died down into a small whine, then silence.
M81
The fact that there was another bed meant this wasn't his room. He only had one room. No one else wanted to sleep with Gluttony, except for Lust. Lust wasn't here, though. Lust had gone away, and no one would tell him where she had gone. Maybe Lust snuck him away while he was sleeping? Maybe Lust was waiting outside for him. Lust was great and good and wonderful, she knew what was best. She could have taken him away from mean ol' Envy who didn't like Gluttony like Lust did. Envy wasn't as smart or beautiful or talented. He liked Lust much better.
Where was Lust?
He got up out of bed and walked to the door and opened it. "Lust?" he called out into the darkness. No answer. Where was his Lust? "Where's my Lust?" he called out again. Still no answer. With a pout, he took a step out into the darkened hallway. Maybe it was too dark here. There were no windows and no lights. He couldn't see anything. He didn't like the dark anymore. The dark was only good when he could see the person he wanted to eat and then he could hide in the dark and pop out and they would be scared, because they knew he was going to eat them.
He went back into his room, calling out plaintively into the darkness again. "Where's my Lust?" Still no answer. Maybe Lust left him a note on the desk? No, no note. What about in the desk? No, but there was a flashlight. A flashlight was good. It meant he could go out into the darkness and find his Lust. It meant other people could see him coming, but that was okay. He was hungry, but he wanted Lust more.
He stepped out into the shadows, turning on his light and crying out yet again, "Where's my Lust?"
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