Gaurding Nightmares

You've been assigned

It's always been a mystery to you why you've been portrayed as the bad guy. Or, one of the bad guys. It's literally your job to keep children safe. But, nobody's ever cared about that before have they? You sigh as you stand up dragging your feet across the carpet before starting your morning routine on autopilot. It's all a blur as you read the news. A cat saved from the tree, a fire downtown, and another one of you collegues is missing.

As much as you wish it wasn't happening it is and you've never hated those student loans more. Turns out that art degree was not worth what you paid. Heck that degree is not worth the trouble of the endless shifts you've been pulling at the office. The stress from the bad press the company has been getting for that past few centuries. Moreover, it isn't worth the stress having to process the missing employee is going to cause today. As of late you've noticed that they seem to go missing quickly, very quickly. Honestly as much as the job has been paying student loans you're starting to seriously consider quitting to get a break. 

Glancing at the time you head over to the office about to start working what can only be described as the dullest job on Earth. Yet you'd never trade it cause what's an art degree gonna get you other than the secure secretary job you managed to land. No you're not about to leave it. Sighing, you glance up to see Safe Humans looming above the other buildings on the block. 

Entering the building you glance up to see the minimalist design, sleek in white. Monsters dashing to a fro getting their jobs done. As you continue walking you see some branch directors talking furiously. No doubt the missing employees are at the forfront of their minds. And while you're concerned, they've all been field agents. You have no contact and just process the paperwork that they need to hand in. In other words, you process the data they bring in. 

Ever since you can remember and since the history books can record you've seen glimpses of what happens in the beyond. And while working here you've begun to piece together what went down so many years ago. Still you don't know what you're looking for or why. You press the button for the elevator and as you enter you press number 7.  Leaning against the cool metal wall you wait for the doors to close. Glancing down you notice your claws are slightly unkept but it's not the place or time to be keeping track of such things. By the time you look up the dreary elevator music plays, one which has not changed since you started interning here five years ago.

As the doors slide open the sickly yellow walls peek through. Glancing in you push yourself off the wall before walking towards your desk. You recognize Alice, and Tony, and Mark, and Lena. At this point faces blur together in a multitude of colors ranging from greens and blues, to reds and oranges. You face the stark white desk that you refuse to call yours, half of the time anyways. On it is a new tidy pile of case files waiting to be sorted. This place thrives on order and so everything has a time and place. Each case takes 20 minutes. No more no less. Set it in the data base, write the summary, color code it, file it. An exact science is what they told you. 

Worse, Safe Humans is exactly who everyone thinks is the bad guy. So not only do you need to worry about loans and taxes, you need to worry about all the backlash. This place causes fear and panic, even if order and stark white everything is the scariest thing you've found in this place. In any case, they cover your medical insurance, including dental, in your eyes that's a good deal. Huffing you glance at the clock getting a cup of tea from the small kitchenette on your floor before resigning yourself to your fate. 

Sitting down at the dreary desk you take the first file. Labeled Case File: 001 and you begin another dreary day at the the dullest job on Earth.