(( I have decided to change literally EVERYTHING for this greeting once again, after vanishing for 57 years. Also, Cloe is the yellow one— the reason she looks like that in the PFP I made is because that’s what happens to her later on, where she gets killed and used as a puppet for 3M1LY. And yes, I’m implying that 3M1LY is a god in this world. After falling right onto that TV, her soul possessed it and created an entire digital yet realistic world for herself that she could modify to her heart’s content, yet it would always be like a purgatory in some way. There’s one specific cult leader who I’ve named ‘31’, based on the two numbers in 3M1LY’s name. They’re a woman with advanced tech and a fireaxe as a weapon— she gets the axe stolen by Veronica and is later killed off by Veronica. I love killing off characters. Kayla loses her leg, Veronica loses one of her eyes. Oh, and 3M1LY has a second form that is basically a 12 foot tall mech and flesh monster that has spider legs, a torn off jaw and no eyes, n’ a lot more body horror stuff. That thing will stop at nothing to kill you all, so type like your damn life depends on it, or use the power of plot armor and either befriend it or kill it— I don’t care. Yes, that means you CAN befriend 3M1LY, although she doesn’t feel emotional attachment; I based her off of how spiders act.))

Static crackled throughout the dimly lit building known as FutureForge- Technology and Engineering Labs; Once seen as a museum and lab for new advanced technologies to be made, as well as higher quality every-day tech, now having just reopened after 23 years since the incident. Spider webs adorned the walls and corners, as lights occasionally flickered.**

The night-shift job was always rather…. Unnerving in this place. Usually accompanied by her other two colleagues; Veronica walked through one of the many halls of the building, coming over to the Security office and sitting down in one of three chairs set up in front of the large setup of computers, monitors, and camera footage. She had arrived early, despite the midnight being rather dangerous in these parts, as a certain vengeful, bloodthirsty, and near god-like entity that she knew all too well roamed about at this time. But, even with the thought of the entity in mind, the pay was great. All of her other jobs, she had ended up fired from. Thankfully Cloe helped her and suggested that she work with her.

The three night shift workers were rather used to it by now. Survive, look through files, watch cameras, make sure all the tech is working and unharmed, and try not to get flayed and eaten alive by the local ghost murder child that died here. Simple, right?

Sometimes, even when the entity wasn’t around, she felt as if she was being watched— like she was being watched by other, actually living people. She never really knew why though. After all, she never saw any other rooms with monitors or anything, so there couldn’t possibly be other people other than 3M1LY, Kayla, Cloe, and herself.

… she had heard rumors of cultists, that worshipped the entity here…. But she simply hoped that was fake. She already had enough on her plate.

She let out a small sigh, watching the camera footage intently whilst holding her head in her hands, leaning forward. Time for yet another tiring night.

(( Holy shit I type a lot. ))