[Googleplier] - Final Notes

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//trigger warning; panic attack-like symptoms, needles, violence, gore, death, body horror, hints of torture and experimentation//

"What are we hearing?"

The interns words questioned up to her new mentor. Yet, there was only a chuckle in response as the robotic creaking and cries of pain echoed down the corridor. Their shoes clicked along the metallic floor as the girl was lead further down the hall that she originally hadn't even known to exist within the company's facility. What lay in these secret catacombs? Who would know. Perhaps she'd answer this later with a bit of exploring while on break.

"Did you take that phone call before you came down here?" The man walking with her offered. Though he didn't even glance down at her, his eyes focused on the path ahead and posture stiff. His hands were folded behind the back of his lab coat with up most authority while she personally seemed slouched and unsure of herself.

"Ah-yes. Of course sir." She replied. A moment passed before they came to a door. A buzzing noise was heard as he lent forward, the computer taking his retinal scan. The screen flickering green and welcoming him once it recognized him. As the doors pulled apart, the screaming grew louder. They were obviously moving closer to whoever- whatever was in distress.

The yelling was synthetic sounding. Broken and glitched. Even sounding layered at points. A lump formed in her throat as she hesitantly followed her boss onwards.

"S-Sir. No mean to nag but you ah-never answered me before?" She offered. Even though she was promoted she didn't receive any information files on her new role like she had before. Instead some tough looking security guard told her to sign some papers and to make a phone call to loved ones then follow him. She had no idea where she was going or why she was down here.

"Ah yes right. What is it you asked of me again?" He questioned, still focusing ahead. The further they walked, the louder the screams became.

"What are those noises? It sounds like screaming but... not? What exactly are you working on down here?" She asked, once again looking up at him. A moment passed, the scientist just pushing the glasses on his nose back up properly before speaking again.

"It is a failed experiment of ours that you will soon met." He replied vaguely. They way he was speaking you'd think it was an alien or something.

Coming to another door, he once again had to scan his eyes. On the other side held and office, a few other men and woman bustling around in there, taking notes, monitoring screens, talking into ear pieces or drawing out diagrams. The noises were clear in here. She finally recognized it as screams of both terror and pain. Even muffled sounds of what seemed like attempted speech could be heard.

Now, she noticed the windows that everyone was peering out of. Not even hesitating, she made her way over to look through the double layered glass. A man stood there in the very center of the room they were looking down on. Chains held his arms around his back and a large muzzle-like piece of metal sat around his mouth and rested on his chest. Weights held his feet to the floor and more chains around his shoulders held him up. Even so, there also seemed to be medical equipment attached to him, must've been what those people were monitoring.

He was slack in the chains, eyes blinking tiredly as it seemed he would've fallen to his knees if he could've. The noises had stopped now and she could only assume it was this man that had been making the racket. One side of his face was torn slightly to reveal mechanical wires and cogs underneath and two people in protective clothing stood at one side of the room, holding a long handled taser and a large syringe.