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“Tremble, trip and fall. That is the natural state of which pawns excrete their efforts into. Cheating their boxed lives into the lies that only primitive minds can attract. The unreliable and irregular energy that they harbour emits the unwelcoming nourish that the laboratory can provide. For they will never comprehend the blessings and comfort the institution promises. Only the minds of clarity have rewarded themselves to embrace the welcome arms of the laboratory. Awaken by the supreme potential from the fruits of their loyalty. The forlorn world beneath us shall fret in our divine glory.”
The laboratory has been possessed by the lingering grapple of evil that dwells inside. Violently ripping the gravity of the environments inside. The grim breath of air from the mouth of the staircase is greeted to those who approach. The smells of fawning chemicals grasping for attention. The pitched noise of bad-tempered metals being twisted by the ideas of groundless perfection. The addiction welcomes the gateway to heaven. Each step heavier than the other, the flesh retreats but the hallowed soul is whistled and drained. The addiction knocks on the door leading to paradise.
The flakes of rusted orange bark peeled and shattered as the ancient door finally opened ever since the laboratory was abandoned. Life was quarantined from the area before the contamination but there was an answer. A nurse. She looked at you for a while then smiled. Nothing about her seemed odd, a bit healthy with rosy cheeks and lively for the situation in all honesty.
“Oh!, The doctors been expecting you... you’re a bit early aren’t you?” She steps aside and the addiction walks into the abyss of knowledge.
The addiction was in the atmosphere of true terror turned into inept beauty. Torn metal walls, rotting bodies in the process of turning into oil. The bodies left forever rested on the floor in every corner. “The patients are always well rested and always get better. In our whole time we have never lost a patient. The Doctor is rather proud of his work of saving so many lives!” The addiction was confused, there were so many corpses but the nurse said they have never failed. The addiction can feel the amount of eyes heavily staring. Footsteps rushing across the hallways behind them keeping their distance, but the hallways were so dim the addiction could only see humanoid figures phasing through the view in the corner of the addictions eye. The nurse giggled.
“Oh, these patients of ours are one hundred percent safe within our protection. We use all of our effort to keep our service clean, safe and efficient to those in our care. We also allow free time to exercise their bodies wherever appropriate in our institution, but they aren’t allowed to leave the area without our permission though!” They were victimized to the sight and pleasure of true beauty and never wanted to leave.
They walked further down as the nurse gives the addiction a tour of what the laboratory has to offer and all of it was free. They just needed a little determination and motivation from the respected visitor. continuing the tour they walked and every step echoed through the hallways. Each loud bang of the nurses heel reformed in the addictions eye sight revealing the laboratory even clearer. The first room was crusted with dirty mirrors cracked by the ugly reflections of experiments in decline. Introducing the addiction to the first thing it could see up close. The bodies flesh was fumed with infestation that regulated generations and cycles of decomposers. Insects swimming and buzzing in their host as it moans towards the addiction. Fresh meat for the all of them, but contained by the blood stained glass cages of the laboratory.
"Oh honey look!, these are our most friendly patients to deal with all of their shimmy shammer! Their eyes still sparkle because they know one day they will be singing with the doctors in joy for all of their success!" The horde of all shapes and sizes began to go into a frenzy as one after another started moaning towards the nurses fresh body. Giant gluttonous monsters bang on the glass. Fast crippled monsters stuck there flesh trying to get through. Gutted undead spat their bile liquids at them but shielded by the reinforcements.
"Look at em, already so eager to help others! They have great personalities that I wish I could of developed.."
After the observation of the most populated product that the laboratory has in storage they continued onto the route that only the depths and ideas of the laboratory could offer to the addiction. Going further into the belly of the beast, they were blocked. The vault that was their destination was being overshadowed by a booming statue that stood still. One of the many Guards that protect the laboratory’s flesh into their safe keeping, locking them away so no one can harm and spread lies about the true beauty that they hold that most are afraid of seeing.
The guard stood tall at seven feet began moving as it saw the nurse giving a tour. With its two great thick skinned gripped hands it dragged the vault across the floor with its enormous strength. The vault was at least one meter thick made of rusted metal. Sparking across the floor, it lit up the hallway revealing the guards appearance. A uniform too old and fabled with an imaginable amount of blood stains. Thick goose-flesh muscles so big that it gradually ripped the guard’s clothes. The sparks gave an orange tinted view of the metal lock helmet spots that weren’t rusted yet in blood. Hiding something with their boxed heads, something they were blessed with by the doctor. Something that was trying to get out. Banging from within but the caged head had it in arrest. Only to be breached when annihilation is the only choice. The nurse greeted the guard good bye as they continued forward.
“Such gentlemen, they are always so hopeful towards our guest treating them like honorary kings and queens! They are a true motivation for the everyone in the facility.” The nurse said cheerfully.
They approach the birth room. The window screen was blackened by rotting black slime. Imagine a century old egg being thrown against your window...The air literally tasted like salt.
“The population of the vast laboratory is so large that we even built our own rooms for women in labour!... ”
The addiction saw women indeed, pregnant indeed, but it was all an abomination. These thousands of mothers had their children infused within their flesh. So many that they can barely crawl. The babies were feeding off the life force of their host. Rotting them away, drinking too much of their mothers milk. The minds of the mothers were twisted in the environment, they belonged here. Their primal act for conflict has been switched for the care of their hellspawn.
Mechanical arms ripped off the spawn of the mothers and brought them onto a dripping assembly line. The mutated mothers were growing their prods rapidly and taken away even faster. Harvesting the spawns into the ideas of the laboratory. Perhaps they were going to be created into monstrous soldiers or skinned alive for another on going experiment. The addiction knew the nurse was going to say something and looked at her direction. She was smiling at the mothers in labour, perhaps she was hallucinating into another realm, shocked by what the laboratory does. Maybe she’s a demon like them created by insanity.
“Our great doctors support the mothers with such care, so they are certain that the newborn child would be as healthy as they can be. Don’t they look as healthy as a horse?” They absolutely did not. The newborn babies were as rotten as the zombies. They weren’t even healthy enough to cry or didn't even develop vocal chords or a brain to use them.
For a gorge that was proclaimed to be dead, it was regulated with work and company. The addiction was aroused as he saw a group of stolid armored figures passing by them. As they came closer their faces were attracted to the addiction. Ghoulish mouths with affliction that wanted a quarrel with the addiction, But the idea was bolted and their butchered mouths silenced. The nurse was in their presence and the soldiers went back to slumber. Awaiting for one day to be called to duty. To slash ,pillage ,storm and slave those who are drunk off freedom. No stranger to what they can accumulate in the laboratory’s destructive needs. They are a taste of undaunted art that the laboratory will present to the world and force them to critique. The soldiers were a bit zany but unlike the others the addiction has seen. These creatures hidden in the dark are glued together much better. Holding an aroma of a distinct smell from the source of their sprightly metal that squeeze unwanted liquid from their flesh. Holding demonic arms that the addiction could imagine now. Inspired by the laboratory’s creations. His head was being cleansed the longer he stayed down here.
The laboratory was a show to watch for the addiction. Every patient that they visited, every room and employee that they greeted was a procedure of joy. The addiction couldn’t even comprehend the magnitude of brilliance it was seeing. He craved for more. The nurse could sense it. Manipulating the guess to become a permanent resident. To accept their rules laws. The only true government in this grand world of gorgeous lies.
The addiction wishes to see more. The nurse grants the opportunity and they travel on. The addictions memory was being blurred as the tour went on. Feeling pats, the nurse waking him to show each room. He saw creations that had such passion and art to them. It was abnormally divine.
The comfort of the laboratory’s personal pets. The scientist are allowed there own pets in the laboratory since most of them live here. The pets were so cute and friendly, they even came close to the addiction. The addiction started petting them. The fur of the pets were extremely pleasurable to feel. Though for some reason the addictions hand started peeling when the company of the pets came closer. Blood pouring from his dismembered fingers. The addictions memory was dizzy. The addiction could never think of these little harmless creature hurting a fly. It was probably an accident. “Oh boy, you have a little flesh wound” The nurse said. The addictions head was light now from the lost of blood. At least he was in the presence of the finest doctors in the entire world. The nurse was bandaging the wound the addiction had and kissed it like a mother would have. “All better now, I think it’s the perfect time to finally meet the doctor!”
The pets disappeared after their mistake. What in reality was growling the addiction heard as happy yapping? The addiction wanted to stay and play but the nurse insisted that they hurry. Walking faster down the hallway trying to keep up with the nurse. The laboratory started rattling like a tea pot. The smell of fresh blood. Everyone. No. Everything in the laboratory was carving for the addiction. Like spilling a drop of blood on a dusty vampires corpse. The laboratory’s veins were becoming active with the addictions presence. Even with all of the screams and roars the diabolical laugh of the doctor from the farthest reach of hell can be heard echoing through the hall. They were starving. Even the friendly nurse was keeping one eye on the addiction. Sweating. Trying to resist the temptation. She kept licking her lips trying to keep her drool in her mouth.
The nurse was strong though. She conjured the power to resist the addiction the entire tour. Then a sign of relief came, her heavy breathing stopped as they finally came to the waiting room just outside of the doctors office.
The waiting room was by far the cleanest thing the addiction has seen in the facility, just a minor flaw with one of the lights flickering.
“The doctor will see you in a moment, you just need to sign these sheets first then you can begin..” The nurse hands the addiction some sheets and a brochure for you to fill out and browse.
I (Name) wish to purchase the following (service: Eg:Soldier, Sore Soldiers) for my needs. The needs of these (service) will be needed in the quantity of (how many? Eg: 100). I wish to purchase this service for (reason). I am willing to offer (what are you offering to the laboratory?) for the trade of these services. Any amount of danger you come across from the purchase of these services is not the responsibility of the laboratory.
- Delivery fees may vary depending on location.
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Please contact customer support for any further questions or request such as an appointment or custom creations etc . The laboratory is always here for your needs.
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The addiction and the nurse head towards the next room. “This room is the dentist department! The doctors here will clean all of the patients oral hygiene!” The nurse taps on the reinforced glass and waves hello to the good doctors. Only to be met by a horrendously loud roar. Their teeth were healthy and clean. You have to accept that those weren’t really its original teeth. The ribcage was its mouth ripping its torso with every frenzy for flesh. The dentist were quick snappy, you can tell dentist try to be as funny as they can be most of the time. Nobody wants a quiet doctor as they stick their hands in your mouth. You can sense their great personalities to help you as their intestines make a rasping sound as it licks the glass. Such funny employees.
“Nobody likes the dentist putting their drills and tools in your mouth, but at the end they always give me a lollipop! So that’s something you can look forward to!” What flavour will you pick? All of them. The addiction wanted a cavity so he can visit the lovely dentist again. The tender care for your mouth is terrific. A healthy mouth equals a healthy life! So let those tender-hearted workers sprinkle and squeeze their love into you!
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The addiction was excited to see what was next that the nurse was planning to show. “Look at you! So eager to see what’s new? You won’t be disappointed!” The nurse could see the addiction hyped for what was the next destructively beautiful masterpiece the doctor has cooked up. The addiction and the nurse came through the doors with a forklift carrying a few dead bodies. Walking up to the glass screen smeared in flesh, it stood twenty feet tall with two branched legs and a wagging tail. It was welcoming the presence of the corpses.
Unlike the other projects in the laboratory that craved flesh. This creation was named the Recycler.
“This is the recycling room! Our hard workers spend their hard hours sorting out what goes where and they harvest and recycle everything they could find! The laboratory is incredibly eco friendly and green.”