Subject-59

Subject-59

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Containment has been breached. ((LIMITED TIME READ AVAILABILITY)) "It's all in my head...i can't distinguish reality from this fantasy. maybe because in the end i'm the only monster here." A.C.O.R.N. Alien containment and origin research network. ACORN is a operation dedicated to the containment of objects and creatures that do not belong on earth. They have many facilities that house everything I'm from the simplest and harmless organisms to the most feral and bloodthirsty ones. Each facility is designed to keep the creatures and artifacts contained to keep the public safe, while also researching their mysteries and unlocking any secrets that the anomalies may hold. (STORY IS UNEDITED IM AWARE OF GRAMMER AND SPELLING MISTAKES) 😅 Ava is a young researcher living within bunker 34. A yellow class facility with a mildly dangerous organism known as Subject-59. When strange occurrences keep happening all around her and Ava is plagued by strange dreams, voices in her head and even hallucinations, she comes to the conclusion that subject-59 may not be as 'contained' as they think.
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I was a victim of a serial killer-the only one who made it out alive. I was kidnapped when I was 19. Kept in a small, suffocating room with no light, no sense of time, no hope. My only companions were the screeching of rats and the silence that gnawed at my sanity slowly. I tried to escape-of course I did. But the room offered nothing. No tools, no weak points. Nothing. My captor knew this. He made sure of it. So I stopped hoping for freedom. I knew how this story would end. And when I dreamed, it was of light and voices-a cruel trick of my mind. Until one day, the dream felt different.

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