experiment

A man in a suit

Subject profile:
Name: Devon
Number: 0445
Sex: ???
Race: japanese
Eye: green
Hair: blonde
Status: ???
Reason for containment: erratic behavior

Subject 0445 Devon takes a form we call the red form as a 16 year old girl in a female sailor suit. Subject can shape-shift into infinite other looks but has 6 that we have named red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Subject 0445's orange form is of a male version of form red. Form yellow is a 20 year old woman with blonde short hair and a long black cocktail dress. Form green is a 6 year old version of form red with a pink dress and bunny pins. Form blue is form red wearing a black sports bra and a feathery jacket with a purple skirt and black ripped tights. Finally form purple is form red but with no face. People who view form purple tend to forget what Subject 0445 looks like as form purple has no identifiable features besides a blonde high ponytail reaching subject 0445's waist.

Jake sighed and put the forms down. He really didn't know what he was getting into when he took this job. It seemed so simple.
                       Flashback

He had been carrying some trash bags from a dumpster to his truck when a spiffy looking man in a suit approached him with a smile. Jake had immediately been put on guard because why, for any reason would a well dressed man approach him, a scruffy looking 19 year old with sweaty brown hair working as a trashman. The man approached him with a wide smile and grasped Jake's hands on his own and stared straight into his eyes.

"Well hello young sir, how would you like a job?" Jake was confused. A job? A job for what? Jake was about to ask when the man spoke again. "Come on Jake, it pays well and you get a free lunch and health insurance!" "I'm sure you're very curious as to what the job is no?" Jake definitely was and nodded his head slowly still very confused, not even registering that the man already knew his name. "Why, it's a security position of course! All you have to do is monitor a few, err, people from 10 am to 6pm."

"So what do you say?"

"Sure"

Jake had arrived at the address the man had given him along with a uniform. He had followed the directions to an office with 6 security monitors labeled in order as, "0445", "1839", "4990", "2567", "playground", and "cafeteria". Jake wondered if those numbers were the people he was supposed to monitor. Jake had guessed they were most likely dangerous prisoners that needed separate monitoring.

He then got to work checking the cameras. On the first four cameras there were, as Jake had suspected, people. They all seemed to be staring directly at the cameras which he had to admit was a bit unsettling.  He sighed and sat down to see what would happen.

After about an hour he concluded 3 things, 1, all the inmates could hear each other because when one of them said something funny the others laughed or scoffed. 2, they knew they were being watched and were definitely trying to annoy him on purpose. 3, he desperately needed a coffee.

After getting coffee from the little Kerrigan on a table in the corner he had been bored and decided to look around the desk.

In front of him was a microphone and a button labeled "coms". To the right side there was a keyboard and mouse along with various scraps of paper and trash. To the left there was a stack of papers. They appeared to be profiles on the prisoners. So he decided to read them to learn about the inmates. Oh boy had he wished he hadn't read them because here he was now trying to process the information he had just read.
                    
                       End flashback

He should have questioned the man more before accepting the job. Now he was playing babysitter to basically the irl version of SCPs! And while he had imagined what it would be like to have aliens and magic and shit be real he had never thought for a second it was real!

After giving it some thought he decided to just finish up the day and then try to find the man so he could question him. But for now he had to be content with being in a locked room, (he had tried to open the door to get some food only to discover it was locked) with just a bathroom, a coffee machine, and some monitor screens that showed a being or multiple that weren't even supposed to exist. He sighed and turned back to the monitors trying to figure out just what they were.