Changed: Janitor's Closet

Chapter 4

You took a peek out a door, which lead to a room that probably was a waypoint between the last area and the next of the facility, as the room was separated in two: the first half looking like the rooms you were in previously and the other half having red walls. The ceilings and floors were the same though. On the ground was a sweeping robot on its charging station, along with a bunch more boxes and papers. You entered the room. On the walls were both white and black drops of liquid. The black drops seemed to be of the same material as the white ones, only they were colored different. You went over to the sweeping robot. On the top, a light flashed indicating the robot was charging. It was on full charge though, so you pressed the on button for no particular reason other to see something that won't hurt you move. As soon as you pressed the button, the robot started moving and cleaning the floor, accidentally bumping into walls and such. Maybe it was the isolation from any human life speaking, but it seemed to like you. Is it normal to find a robot adorable? No matter, you had to go find an exit to this place. But not before patting the sweeping robot. You opened the door on the other side of the room.

Before you was an office. Tables, chairs and computers were all over the place, along with containers of some sort of black liquid. The lights often flickered on and off, plunging the room in almost total darkness. That's what you would've noticed first if it weren't for the fact that there were more goo creatures in the room. You quickly hid under a table. The monsters haven't seemed to have noticed you yet, curiously enough, so you take a peek out from under the table to see what the monsters look like. This time, the monsters were black instead of white like the others you saw before and they also all wore some sort of skull-shaped mask that fit the shape of their head perfectly. They looked a lot like canines, but you weren't able to put your finger on which exact specie. You continued crawling underneath the numerous tables so that the monsters would be unable to see you, coming out of cover only when the lights go out. You come across a torn-out note on the wall, detailing the behaviors of the species you just found out about. It reads: "These creatures can only detect motion, so anything that isn't moving to them is completely invisible. Their vision..." The rest was ripped off. Apparently, if you don't move and don't make a sound, you should be fine. You continue crawling under the tables, hoping none of the oil deposits would notice you. After a while, you finally end up at the other end of the room, and quietly opened the door on the other end. On the other side of the door was a larger office with more slime wolves. If you didn't know any better, you'd think this was a mask party. You continue crawling under tables and such for a while now.

That is, until you weren't watching your step and accidently set foot on one of the many puddles of Flex Seal on the floor.

Your heart stopped as you realized what you had done. You froze, waiting for something to happen. Thankfully, it didn't spread on your body, but it did make a loud rubber sound. You sighed of relief as you continued your...

Uh oh. The animals are looking under your table, directly at you. It's not like they had a basic idea of where you were - they knew exactly where your position was. Without hesitation or thinking of a proper plan, you crawl out of the table where there were no masked dogs. You wanted to run back to the door you came from, but as soon as you managed to crawl out of the table, two wannabe cosplayers came out of nowhere to block you, american football-style. With nowhere else to go, you decide to stand up on the table, ran in the direction of the other end of the room, and you jumped as high as you could to get over the monsters blocking you. Time, unfortunately, did not slow down to create dramatic effect, and instead you had a pretty rough landing, but otherwise, you came out intact. You regained your senses and got up quickly to escape the monsters. They chased after you like every other creatures before them, and at this point, you started getting used to it. The main difference between them and, let's say, the cats in the testing chambers, is that these guys are way faster. Thankfully, this time you were able to throw stuff at them to slow their pace so you could escape their grasps, unlike last time. You threw chairs behind you, which successfully did slow down the chasers. You arrived at a regular, non-airtight door, which you opened and closed behind you, blocking it with a chair. As you looked behind you at the room, you noticed more creatures which definitely have noticed your noisy entrance. They didn't stick around by simply staring at you for a while, they cut right to the chase and ran straight for you. You had two choices: fight, or die. Well, not really die, it's more like a metaphorical death, since while you, as a being, don't die, your conscience and thoughts would be altered to a level of something that couldn't be considered remeniscent of "you" anymore, and therefore, the old "you" would be dead - whatever, you need to do something or else you're fucked. And so, broom in hand, you hold it up and get ready to beat some dogs up.

"If there is such thing as plot armor," you pray, "please tell me I'm the protagonist."

The first creature ran up to you. You hit it with the broom as its mask flew clean off, and fell to the floor, unscratched. Its body, however, fell into a goopy mess on the floor. The rest of the monsters stared at the victim you just made, then back at you. They all ran straight at you again, with fury in their eyes this time. Another one came straight at you, which you hit with your broom twice. Another came, you tried to hit them, but they managed to get a hold of your "weapon". A wolf came from behind you, but you managed to hit it with the back of your broom by pulling it as hard as you could. The one restraining you did not release yet though, so you pushed, which made it release their grasp as they fell onto the floor. Only one remained, all of the rest were on the ground, defeated. You both shook, but for different reasons - you, because the adrenaline rush was still taking effect, and the monster, because it was scared. You held up the broom at it as it charged at you. You whacked its head with the broom, after which you heard a crack. Thinking it was the broom, you took a look at it. It was intact, strangely enough. You took a look at your attacker, which was... gone. You look down at the floor, and saw a pile of black goo along with a broken mask. You realize what you had done - you had killed it. The one who's mask you took off was still alive; you knew that since the mask was still secreting the material that composed it, it just didn't have their base. This one, you legitimately killed. You stared at the puddle.

"... Oh god," you whisper.

Quickly regaining your senses, you run to a door, looking back at the liquified corpse of the life you just took, as the others slowly get up to see their friend's dead corpse.