Changed: Janitor's Closet

Chapter 5

You ran into a room with a bunch of tables and seats, reminiscent of a cafeteria. You fell to the floor and panted. The adrenaline had worn you out completely. You felt tears run down your face. You've had enough of this place, and not only that, but you killed someone. Or something, it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that you snuffed out a sentient being's life. And it didn't help that you saw the look of horror on the monsters' faces. On the bright side, these guys probably won't mess with you anymore, but is it really worth it? In this case, the bright side might as well be just a speck of light. You could see your tears falling and creating a small puddle on the floor. You tried to wipe them away, but more came to replace them. Guilt flooded your body. You didn't know who that guy was, or hell, what it was, but the guilt is still there. Why?

You begin to laugh.

Not the "that was very funny" sort of laugh, the one that happens when you try to cope with something. You knew that you looked like a maniac, but you really couldn't stop it. You felt horrible, your body had to do something about it, especially in circumstances like these. You kept laughing and crying for an hour straight before you slowed down and finally stopped. You got up and wiped away your tears one final time.

As you noticed earlier, you were in a cafeteria. The walls' light blue paint was definitely showing its age, as certain spots came off. Underneath the outer layer was a light green coat of paint, and anything under that is just the drywall. The area was well aerated, with plenty of vents on the ceiling, which wouldn't be an issue if it weren't for the fact that the piles of bile can travel through them freely and take you by surprise. The area was big, probably to accommodate for the hundreds, maybe thousands of scientists and whatnot that used to work here. On some tables, there were still one or two trays left, which sadly had either empty plates or more goop monsters camouflaging as soup in bowls. How could anyone possibly fall for this? It's a pretty dumb tactic. You continue walking, wary of not stepping directly underneath a vent for safety measures, and walk over to a door which lead directly to the food-serving counter, which is also connected to the kitchen. Excited to finally get something to eat, you look at the counter.

No food. Not even a crumb.

You curse a little too loudly than you should. You took a look around, making sure nothing heard you. Thankfully, nothing's out to get you. You walk around the counter and into the kitchen. You open the cupboards, the drawers, anything that could contain food. You open the fridge, where you see a singular carrot, sitting there. You stare at it, amazed by your find. It's not much, but at least you won't be dying of hunger yet. As you reached for the carrot, a thought hit you: if this facility is infested with creatures that are pretty much liquid playdough dogs, couldn't they also be able to camouflage themselves as objects, a bit like that soup trap earlier? It doesn't help that it's all alone in the refrigerator. And, as if a struck of genius hit you, you take a pair of prongs and slowly take the lone carrot. It doesn't feel very mushy or liquid, which is great news, because it means that 1: the carrot is not a Solid Snake wannabe and 2: it hasn't gone bad. You hold the vegetable in your hands and start eating it right away. It tastes a bit old, sure, but it's not the most horrible thing you've had. Plus, after possibly experiencing the longest fast known to man, it felt pretty good to finally eat something.

You hear the refrigerator door close. You think about thanking whoever closed it since you clearly did forget to do so, but you quickly realize that you are in a facility filled with bad guys that will not hesitate to take your humanity away. As you turn to the source of the noise, you find an anthropomorphic bunny, standing in front of the appliance it just closed. Its "fur" was white with a green belly, and judging by the bump on its chest, it was a female. Probably. Actually, is gender really important to their species? Do the monsters really reproduce sexually as well as asexually? You decide that you should find answers for that later, as right now, Ms. Bunbun over here looked really pissed at you, and you realize that what was in the refrigerator probably wasn't meant for you.

"Uhhh..." you slip out, unsure of what to do or say next. "What's up, doc?"

Judging by how the bunny lunged at you, it didn't like your reference. You crouch as you nearly avoid the bunny's attack. You run out of the room and back into the cafeteria. At this point, you've completely given up on not going underneath the vents - if you run fast enough, whatever is in the vents won't be able to react in time and drop on you anyway. You look back to check up on your chaser. It was far behind, but knowing that the bunny can jump quite far, it closes the gap by a bit. If you were to stop for even a second, you'd be toast.

And of course, as you try to vault over a table, you fall on the floor, directly on your right arm.

You try to get up, but your arm hurts too much for you to try and put your weight on it. Before you was the bunny, still very pissed at you. Was this the end for you? As the bunny readied itself for a hop to finish you off, you closed your eyes, hoping for the worse.

You feel something wet on your head.

As you opened your eyes again, you look up and see white goop dripping out of a vent. The goo on your head quickly latched on as it pulled you up, making you drop your broom. As much as you flailed around, it didn't do much as you were pulled into the vent. It was way too dark to make out who has caught you, but whoever they were, they put you down inside the ventilation duct.

"What are you-" you manage to say before getting muted by a gooey hand.

Whoever got you mimicked the sound of mud at the grid in which you were forcefully pulled into, which is probably what it would sound like if you'd get transformed into an overgrown pet. You see out of the grid the bunny looking quite disappointed and walking away. The person who just saved your skin took their hand of your mouth.

"Come," they say.

"I am not coming until you tell me who you are."

"I'm what you humans call..." Out of the faint light the grid provides, the person revealed themself to be another one of the Silk Milk™ dogs. "... A 'monster'."