>>4289328
>Check your phone, maybe it’s a fire drill.
1 Renamon gf pls

>>4289329
This

>>4289329
this

>>4289336
>>4289335
>>4289329

You flash your phone out of your pocket for a quick check as the other lab rats tart leaving the lab. Your phone doesn’t seem to have any indication of whether or not this is a fire drill, and when you look up most of the staff seem to be nearly completely out of a building save for Sam who seems to be looking around a bit flummoxed by the situation.

The siren rings annoyingly in your ears as the light flashes.

“Attention all staff, please evacuate the facility in a calm and orderly manner. This is not a drill. Attention all staff, please evacuate the facility in a calm and orderly manner.” Well, so much for it being a fire drill.


Sam looks around with the look that was seen generally by drivers moments before they hit a deer.

>Should probably book it out of here.
>There’s no immediate danger, let’s not lose our head.
>Sam looks like she could use our help.

>Sam looks like she could use our help.>>4289358
Digimon > Human female
We're just helping her that's it

>>4289358
>Sam looks like she could use our help.

>>4289360
+1 including the part about digimon gf

>>4289358
>>Sam looks like she could use our help.

>>4289358
>Should probably book it out of here.

>>4289483
>>4289425
>>4289362
>>4289360

The other researchers have already left the lab by the time you get to Sam, but seeing you seems to lifts her spirits.

You offer her your hand as you lead her through the labs. The labyrinthian nature of the complex a mystery to you today as it was when you first joined the company, the sterile white halls with the white fluorescent lighting evoking memories of science fiction films that seemed to have taken place inside giant clean rooms.

The two of you pass many an empty lab with many of the workstations mid-project as the alarm rang.

You feet click against the white linoleum food with the pitter-patter of a horse’s footstep. The to of you crack jokes about whether your superior was actually a lizard woman or whether Jerry the head of your current project was some sort of hyena. The two of you share a hyena-like laugh between yourselves.

You stop for a moment.

Something’s wrong.

Did it always take this long to get to the exit?

>It’s nothing, pick up the pace you nerd.
>Somethings fucky, reassess your surroundings and make sure you’re going the right way.

>>4289801
>Somethings fucky, reassess your surroundings and make sure you’re going the right way.

>>4289801
>Somethings fucky, reassess your surroundings and make sure you’re going the right way.

>>4289801
>Somethings fucky, reassess your surroundings and make sure you’re going the right way.

>>4289801
>Somethings fucky, reassess your surroundings and make sure you’re going the right way.

>>4289857
>>4289809
>>4289806
>>4289804

You stop, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as Sam looks at you confused. Your head snaps back and forth through the halls as you look at the nearby signs and labs. You’ve seen that lab before. You pass it every day on your way to your own lab.

What the hell?

You grab Sam’s hand as you start making your way towards the exit again, only to be greeted by the same lab again. Everything the way it was, the table, the lights, the same grease stain on the floor. Nothing has changed, and you haven’t moved.

You can’t be lost, you know this sector like the back of your hand.

“Are… are you okay?” Sam asks.

You tell her it’s fine as you flash her a small nervous grin, hoping that it didn’t betray exactly how worried you are.

You swallow your saliva as you take a deep breath, steeling yourself to what you should do.

>Keep going, the adrenaline is kicking in, this isn’t the same lab, how could it be?
>You should stop, clearly moving isn’t doing you any good.
>If heading forward isn’t going to help, time to go backward. If you can't push it, pull it. If you can't pull it, Megidolaon.

>>4289887
>If heading forward isn’t going to help, time to go backward.If you can't push it, pull it. If you can't pull it, Megidolaon.

>>4289887
>If heading forward isn’t going to help, time to go backward. If you can't push it, pull it. If you can't pull it, Megidolaon.

>>4289887
>If heading forward isn’t going to help, time to go backward. If you can't push it, pull it. If you can't pull it, Megidolaon.

>>4289887
>If heading forward isn’t going to help, time to go backward. If you can't push it, pull it. If you can't pull it, Megidolaon.

>>4289901
>>4289900
>>4289897
>>4289894

Your hair stands on end as you start shuffling your way back towards the way you came. You’re not that far from your own lab, and if your memory were to serve you right, you’re only a stone’s throw away from your own lab.

But something is very wrong. You can’t seem to explain it besides how you feel.
That empty feeling in your stomach that seemed to grow with every passing second. That lump in your throat that won’t go down no matter how much you swallow. The intensity of the light shining in your eyes. That god damned pressure on your chest making it so difficult to breathe.

Your lungs fill with fresh air as you take a deep breath steady yourself.

You turn to Sam and give her hand a light squeeze as you reassure her that everything is going to be okay.

You’re lying of course, but what else were you supposed to do, you’re as confused as she is.

“Why are we going that way?”

“It’s a shortcut, I just remember it, hahaha.” You lied.

As you make your way back to where you came, you can feel something is very wrong with the atmosphere. Sam clings to your hand like a lost child, which in many ways she was. The lump in your throat grew bigger as the two of you start going backward.

You stiffen in anticipation as you start to round the corner, rather anxious to look around the corner at this strange unknown. You’ve worked at this lab for nearly two years, and this has never happened. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong.

Something’s wrong.

You brace yourself against the wall as your head peeks over the corner to see.


…

Nothing. Just the same hallway you see every morning.

You heave a sigh of relief as you lead Sam through the hall as you feel a cold sweat trickle down your back as you hear something heavy close behind you with a soft insidious click.

You turn around to see a thick heavy wall.

No going back now.

You’re now trapped in the hall that you started in.

>Head back to the lab, maybe there’s something there that could help you.
>Head down this hall, it leads to the next sector, you’re unfamiliar with it, but maybe there’s something there that could help you.

>>4289998
>Head back to the lab, maybe there’s something there that could help you.

>>4289998
>Head back to the lab, maybe there’s something there that could help you.

>>4289998
>Head back to the lab, maybe there’s something there that could help you

>>4289998
>>Head down this hall, it leads to the next sector, you’re unfamiliar with it, but maybe there’s something there that could help you.

>>4289998
>Head down this hall, it leads to the next sector, you’re unfamiliar with it, but maybe there’s something there that could help you.

>>4290067
>>4290056
>>4290037
>>4290026
>>4290005

You head towards your lab in the hope that something there could help you get out of your current sticky situation. The familiar lab comforts you a little, were it not for the blaring siren, the alarms, and the fact that you just got locked in.

Sam addles around behind you, the same deer in headlights look that’s been plastered on her face since the alarms started. You ruffle through some of the cabinets in the lab but only find various bits of assorted hardware, most of which you’re sure doesn’t work.

You were so preoccupied with looking for something that you failed to notice that the door had closed behind you with a bright red light signifying that it’s been bolted shut.

Just our luck.

Your ears finally register that the voice on the alarm has changed.

“Evacuate now. All staff must evacuate now. Sectors C and D have been locked down. All staff are to exit the facility. I repeat, exit now.”

A deflated groan leaves your lungs as you listen.

Looks like the two of you are more or less stuck here, and with whatever started the whole thing in the first place.

You offer Sam your office chair as you sit on the table, trying to think of what you could do.

>You’re near your computer right? You can use it to send a message saying you’re trapped inside.
>You could talk to Sam. She looks like she could use some cheering up.
>Let’s just chill out, there’s not much to do at the moment, let’s just calm don and not panic.
>Write-in.

>>4290237
>Let’s just chill out, there’s not much to do at the moment, let’s just calm don and not panic.

>>4290237
>Let’s just chill out, there’s not much to do at the moment, let’s just calm don and not panic.

>>4290237
>>You could talk to Sam. She looks like she could use some cheering up.

>>4290237
>You’re near your computer right? You can use it to send a message saying you’re trapped inside.
If we can contact whoever is locking these sectors down we can get them to open a pathway out for us, or at least get some information about what we need to escape from.

>>4290293
shhh dont try to hard to avoid the plot

>>4290300
I would argue using a computer is seeking the plot in a Digimon setting.

>>4290237
>You could talk to Sam. She looks like she could use some cheering up.

>>4290293
I'll say they'll send a firing squad if we see things we're not suppose to see.

>>4290310
fair enough, but we might not be far enough in yet? but hmmmmm

>>4290313
The government is going to go full Black Mesa on us

>>4290244
>>4290246
>>4290263
>>4290293
>>4290311

Tie, please tiebreak.

>>4290387
or roll 1d2

>>4290393
Someone might want to change their vote, but if no one changes in the next five minutes I'll go with your idea.

>>4290387
I'll change to
>Let’s just chill out, there’s not much to do at the moment, let’s just calm don and not panic.

>>4290244
>>4290246
>>4290263
>>4290293
>>4290311

“Looks like we’re stuck here for better or worse.” You resign to Sam.

She looks like her soul’s been sucked out of her but there’s not much to be said about your current situation.

You steal a chair from one of your coworker’s desks and spin idly on it to pass the time in hopes that they’ll manage to clear this situation and let the two of you out without much fuss.

You’re starting to feel motion sick from spinning too much when Sam apologies.

You ask her what she’s sorry for.

“For getting you stuck here with me. If I had paid more attention during orientation I’d know where the fire exits or whatever are.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it.” You recount how you didn’t know where the exits were when you first started working here either.

“Seriously, I wound up on the wrong side of the building, and security had to fetch me from wandering the cafeteria halls.”

She giggles.

You both manage to calm down and relax. You take this moment to take another look at the room before noticing a black almost iridescent ooze flowing from your terminal monitor.

“What is that? …”
“I don’t know but it gives me the creeps.” Sam backs up.

It doesn’t exactly give you the creeps but it definitely gives you a fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“What should we do?” Sam asks.

>Investigate it.
>Put as much space between you and it as possible.
>Write-in.

>>4290455
>Investigate it.
What can go wrong?

>>4290455
>>Investigate it.
>>4290465
you i like you

>>4290455
>Investigate it
Stand in front of Sam. We need to be the first human that the ooze sees.

>>4290455
>Investigate it.

>>4290455
>Investigate it.
Normal ooze? No way. Ooze that gives you fuzzy feelings? Everybody needs some of that in their life.

>>4290465
>>4290472
>>4290478
>>4290479
>>4290521

What is this? You ask yourself as the ooze pours out of the computer. The way it pours out from the screen seems to remind you of the metallic putty, the kind that kids play with magnets with, the thick viscous liquid forming small towers that topple over each other in grotesque displays of amateur demolition.

You block off Sam from the brunt of it and lean it a little bit closer to it to investigate it further. The fuzzy feeling in your stomach from earlier seemingly evolving into something more akin to full-on vibrations. You imagine this is how the Flash feels when he phases through buildings, but the feeling grows more intense the closer you get to thick liquid.

The closer you get to it the stronger the vibrations got, you’re about a foot away from it and it feels like you’re standing right next to the speakers at a rave, with the bass shaking your body right to the bone. This was especially strange cause you knew that you were still and that your feet were planted firmly on the ground.

You dare to take another step closer to the amorphous blob of tar and you finally start feeling that gross creepy feeling that Sam got.

You don’t know how you knew, but you knew that this mass was alive. You’ve only just taken a step back when a black tendril whips out from the mass and attaches itself to the front of your shoe.
You quickly scramble to take it off, chucking it into the rest of the black mass, but it’s a little too late, as the mass has noticed you.

The black goop starts sloughing towards you, slow at first, but with every step you take, it takes one in turn with an inharmonious splat as it took a disgusting step towards you. You turn back towards Sam who looks sick to her stomach as you start moving back towards her.

The ooze crawls towards you in large thick tendrils that slap along the floor.

>Grab Sam and get on the table, It’s only on the floor, you should be safe on the table.
>It’s pretty slow, we should get as far away from it as possible.

>>4290675
>Grab Sam and get on the table, It’s only on the floor, you should be safe on the table.

>>4290675
>>Grab Sam and get on the table, It’s only on the floor, you should be safe on the table.

>>4290675
>Grab Sam and get on the table, It’s only on the floor, you should be safe on the table.

>>4290675
>It’s pretty slow, we should get as far away from it as possible.

>>4290728
>>4290721
>>4290706
>>4290691

You bolt back towards Sam with the ooze in steady hot pursuit. With a leap you scramble onto the table, helping Sam up as you do so. The ooze nips at her heels ass you manage to get her just out of harm’s way.

The ooze coils around the legs of the table like a malignant Jormungandr, every few seconds punctuated by a threatening slap as an ebony tendril slaps at your heels.

Your eyes dart back to the terminal to find more ooze coming out of it, although it’s less oozing out of it now as it is a torrent of black gunk, a maelstrom of stygian death that sought to do ill.

You could only watch as the tide grew higher with every passing minute.

Sam clings to your arm, trembling as the dark sea of doom rose higher. It stopped trying to claw at you, seeming content to only rise menacingly. You aren’t sure if this is better or worse.

You zone out for a brief moment, dissociating from all the chaos and retreating into your mind as you are reminded of a just a moment ago when you were at your desk quietly doing your work.


You’re suddenly unceremoniously pulled back to reality when an indescribable voice calls out “Found you…”

No sooner do you hear it do you pockets sudden overflow with a white ooze. As if the universe hadn’t had enough fun throwing you into this situation to begin with, this starts happening.

You’re mid warning Sam to be careful of the new ooze as it begins to dribble onto her and swell up around her, encapsulating her like a cocoon.

The two of you reach out to each other for a moment before the white ooze finishes forming its human-sized cocoon. You’re just about to try to break Sam out of it before you’re brought down to your knees by an unknown force.

You look down at your feet only to see then entombed in the malignant black mass. You can feel it rumbling as it seems to laugh at finally capturing you.


You feel your body weighed down like you were getting launched by a slingshot ride at the fair as you struggle to stand on your own two legs.

The ooze rises.

It’s up to your waist.

You make a halfhearted attempt to grab at Sam’s cocoon before the ooze envelops your arm.

It’s to your neck now.

Despite the pressure weighing down on your chest, you breathe your possibly last breath of fresh air as the ooze fills the room to the top enveloping you fully.

I can’t breathe…

…

…

>Wake.
>Wallow in the black.

>>4290961
>Wake.
Researcher [insert name] isn’t just going take this

>>4290961
>Wake.

>>4290961
>Wake

>>4290961
>>Wake.

>>4290961
>Wake

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>>4290961
>Wake
> (JK) You had a dream with a grinning face of tentacle monster looking down upon you surrounded by black water it looked interested in you. That surely seems like a bad thing. \( >.>) /

so is the big twist we get turned into a digimon?

>>4291791
Maybe the true digimon was the friends we made along the way

Quest dead?

>>4293224

No.

>>4291511
>>4291450
>>4291260
>>4290996
>>4290986
>>4290980

You wake up with a start, smashing your head against some poor unfortunate fella who happened to be checking you.

The sudden recoil knocking you back onto the floor, making yourself wish that it knocked you out as you rub the newly formed bump on the back of your head.

Your eyes snap open and you center yourself and regain your bearings.

You’re back, er, in the lab.

“You alright kid?” A gruff older voice calls to you.

You trace the voice back to a moderately armored man offering his hand to you. You accept the gesture and pull yourself to your feet. You run your eyes over the lab and it looks pristine. Too pristine almost, it’s in the same state you left it when the alarm rang. What the hell?

You shake it off and look for Sam, finding her conked out barely a foot from where you were just laying. You heave a sigh of relief knowing she’s safe.

“What happened?” You blink the last vestiges of unconsciousness from your eyes.
“Some sort of gas leak I hear. Knocked anyone who didn’t make it out fast enough out while causing hallucinations. But I mean, you look fine enough to me.”

Hallucinations? Pretty realistic hallucination, not that you’ve ever had any before to compare.

“Calhoun!” barks the man. “Escort our Sleeping Beauties to the med tent.”

The guard who bumped noggins with you stands to attention, still rubbing their head.

“Yes, sir!” A familiar voice calls out.

She and another guard lift Sam onto a nearby stretcher before the captain nods and starts heading out into the halls.

The other officer nods to “Calhoun” and follows the captain.

“Stuck escorting again, eh, Meredith?” You ask the guard.
“Now if only you weren’t such a princess to need such constant escorting.” She snips back at you.
She groans. “Come on, let’s just get this over with. They’re closing for the day after this, so let’s get you checked out and you can go home and pass out or whatever.” She says rather curtly.

Your merry band of men consisting of two researchers, a guard, and a stretcher finally arrive at the impromptu medical tent they’ve set up outside the building and she checks the two of you in with a nearby medic before dismissing herself with a silent nod.

You’ve been left in what appears to be a waiting room. Sam lays on her stretcher, snoozing quietly. A couple of other researchers sit a bit away from the entrance talking about something that’s too indistinct for you to make any comprehensible meaning out of. A row of folding chairs seems to have been set up for you to sit down on.

>Check in with Sam.
>Talk to the other researchers.
>Take a seat.
>Write-in.

>>4294353
>Take a seat.
haha... That wasn't a hallucination, but let's just pretend we believe the story. Don't want us to suicide with two gunshot to the back of the head.

>>4294353
>Take a seat.

>>4294359
Supporting

>>4294353
>>Take a seat.

>>4294437
>>4294370
>>4294364
>>4294359

You figure it’s best to just take things as they come, and take a seat in one of the provided chairs. One by one the group of researchers is called up by the medic and moments later they’re each seen walking out of the tents with a stretch.

Your name is called and you find yourself face to face with a mature looking lady whose face told you that she would rather be anywhere but here.

“Let’s get this over with.”

She runs a whole slew of tests on you: blood pressure, reflexes, heart rate, and vision just to name a few.

You pass most of them with flying colors save for reflexes, but your reflexes were never all that great, to begin with so it’s not like there was a noticeable difference from the last time you got a check-up, impromptu or otherwise.

“Well, your results seem fine, but to be on the safe side, I’d like to contact your primary care provider and set up a proper check-up with your primary physician, does that sound good to you?”

You give her a nod and agree to the follow-up appointment. You were due for one anyway; so, it’s like killing two birds with one stone, right?

“Now we’re going to be closing the lab for the next week or so; do you have anyone who would be able to pick you up or should we arrange a ride-share? Or do you think you’re up to walk home if you live close enough? Or do you have something to do here still?”

>You don’t really have anyone who could pick you up, o ride-share it is.
>You haven’t really checked on Sam since you woke up, if possible you’d like to see how she’s doing before you go.
>Your apartment is a bit far, but you could grab a bite on the way back.
>Write-in

>>4294753
>>You haven’t really checked on Sam since you woke up, if possible you’d like to see how she’s doing before you go.

>>4294753
>You haven’t really checked on Sam since you woke up, if possible you’d like to see how she’s doing before you go.

>>4294753
>>You haven’t really checked on Sam since you woke up, if possible you’d like to see how she’s doing before you go.

>>4294758
>>4294764
>>4294832

“I’d like to check up on my friend before I go if that’s alright.”
“Hmm. That’s fine, just remember that the building is going to be closed for the next week or so, okay?”

You nod before entering the waiting room.

Sam’s still out cold.

Ome sort of frat instinct wakes inside of you and you feel a sudden urge to draw whiskers on her face but manage to suppress that urge, for the most part, settling for poking her cheek.

You poke her chee-

Sam suddenly bolts upright and screams.

She hugs her body tightly as her breathing normalizes. She slowly looks up and around the tent.

“The black… goo?” She asks.

Your eyes narrow slightly, as you had thought it wasn’t a hallucination.

“Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty!~” You smile.
“Eh who what where why?”
“You forgot when.”

Not a moment too soon does the doctor from before come out to check on Sam. Looks like you’ll have to grill her about what happened later.

“Oh you’re awake, perfect, I don’t have to drag you in here.” She turns to you. “Oh, you’re still here? You finish your business?”

>"Yeah, I think I’ll take you up on your offer.”
>"I might walk if that’s okay with you.”
>"My business with you isn’t finished.” Wink.
>Write-in.

>>4294919
>"I might walk if that’s okay with you.”
Get food on the way back it’s important to eat after being attacked by unknown ooze

>>4294928
this guy has it right

>>4294919
>"I might walk if that’s okay with you.”

>>4294919
>"I might walk if that’s okay with you.

>"I might walk if that’s okay with you.

Guess this is dead

>>4301439
someday we'll get a good digimon quest