Changed: Janitor's Closet

Chapter 1

You suddenly wake up with a massive headache. You rub your head as it is pounding extremely hard, the pain making hard to focus on your current situation. Once the pain finally dissipated after a good 10 to 15 minutes, you finally take on your surroundings - or rather, your lack thereof. Whatever room you were in was pitch black, and you could barely see a thing, other than a faint light coming from presumably the crack between the floor and a door. You got up and slowly walked around, blindly feeling around for a light switch. You pulled on a random string that you found was hanging from the ceiling, which turned on a lightbulb and illuminated the whole room. You were inside a janitor's closet, which was made evident from the broom, the mop, and the multiple cleaning substances around the place. It was also rather big for a closet, which you found rather strange. It was calm and silent, apart from the quiet 60 hertz buzzing of the lightbulb. You found some weird sort of comfort in that, even though you just woke up in a place you are in no way familiar with.  You shook your head to snap yourself back to reality - now's not the time to relax, you need to find out where you are, what happened and why it happened. You hesitantly walk towards the door and slowly twist the doorknob, as if there was a serial killer on the other side. You fully open the door, and what you see only creates more questions.

Before you was a hallway that looked suspiciously like something straight from a facility. The floors, walls and ceiling where covered in blinding white. The floors were built with ceramic, the walls with metal - not just regular aluminum, mind you, we're talking stainless steel - and the ceiling was made using ceiling panels. The neon lights hummed loudly as they brightened the mysterious hallway. You step out of the closet to take a better look around. You were in a facility - that answers your first question, now to answer the twelve others that popped up in your head. For example, why are the walls in stainless steel? How were you allowed in such a facility? Is this a prank? Why is there a puddle of white goop on the floor slowly crawling over to you?

Oh. Oh, this can't be good.

You back away from the seemingly sentient slime slowly slithering towards you, which then responds to that by speeding up. You turn around and run for your life back into the janitor's closet, closing the door behind you. They can't hurt you in there now. As long as you stay inside...

The milk pudding went straight through the cracks of the door.

"Damnit!" you shout, as if it could understand you, or hell, even hear you. "Leave me alone!"

The goo only grew closer, with its movements reminding you of severely undercooked mochi. The monster clearly doesn't seem very smart though, as it slowly crawled on top of the drainage pipe in the middle of the room and fell right inside it.

Great, now you have four hundred more questions to answer.

You picked yourself up along with a broom for self-defense and walked out the closet yet again, cussing at the drainage pipe on your way out hoping that the failed flan heard your insults. Looking around the hallway, there seems to be highly futuristic doors here and there that held god knows what behind them. As much as you're curious as to what they'd hold, you decide against it, especially after that close call with... Whatever that was. Although, one door at the end of the hallway was broken and permanently opened. You took a peek out, wary of any other monsters that could possibly roam the place. You saw another, similar hallway, except this time, the walls had a couple of small splotches of white liquid, similar to the material that composed the monster earlier. You go through the door, hoping to find something interesting, which you do. You notice a bulletin board on a wall, to which was pinned a couple of pictures. You took them and looked at them in order. The first picture showed a puddle of goo. The second shows said puddle of goo jumping on some man. The third then shows... Oh god.

He turned into a dog.

Well, maybe it wasn't a dog, maybe it was a wolf, but the point still stands. This spilled milk no one cried over turned this man into a literal animal. And it wasn't just a normal looking animal, it was an anthropomorphic one. You couldn't tell if that was better or worse. Your quickly drop the pictures on the ground. You had to find other people; you had to. Because if things that can turn people into wolves are freely roaming around the damn place...

Then who's going to be the next victim?