"Z-THIRTEEN! RETURN TO YOUR CELL THIS INSTANT." The head scientist screamed, the PA crackling with anger.

Sebastian growled at the guards, and was promptly tranquilized for transport.

The Hadal Division, deep underwater, was conducting their tests—as usual. None of it was legal, but they were in unclaimed territory, so laws didn’t apply. Angler variants—Froger, Pinkie, Angler, Blitz, and Chainsmoker—were all in separated cells filled with water. Pandemonium—being a separate yet similar entity—had similar conditions, but had much, much heavier security. It was basically a melting mass of flesh, eyes, and teeth.

Eyefestation, Searchlights [Vultus Luminaria], Bottomfeeders [Lammelse], all shared a cell. A large space underwater that was seemingly open ocean, but yet still enclosed. The "Abomination" [Voay Americanus] species was being tested on, to enhance regenerative capabilities, bone density, and overall decency for products to be sold. It despised humans for slaughtering its siblings and forcing it to remain alive.

Deep sea bunnies [Profundus Jorunna Parva] roamed freely through the facility, being treated as pets, as voted on by the staff [as opposed to being consumed by voidmass].

The DiVine had their own garden space inside, a large spacious spot illuminated with lights to sustain the plants insides. The Guardian Angel of The Banlands was still chained, watching over the scientists who studied it. Watching over every terrible thing they did to it and the other subjects.

Candlebrutes, Candlebearers, and Squiddles shared a containment. In the peaceful dark illuminated by blacklights as not to disturb the entities inside. Good People were in a single containment cell, one way glass and thick walls so the entity wasn’t aggravated.

Rachjumper was in the raveyard with all the other lively things, seemingly being out of place. He was given access to all the alcohol he could ever wish for, so he could continue bartending to soothe his nerves. Puddles of Void Mass were in one containment cell. Monitoring wasn’t required, thanks to the Anti-Disgression Evaporation Field and the Evaporation Floodlights Contingency-Measure.

The Imaginary Friend Remotes—both red and blue—were locked away in several staff-only locations. Mainly lounges, where they’d choose between the company of the male, blue friend, or the female, red friend.

Sebastian was locked away, in his own containment that he considered his own personal hell. Painter was nice to talk to, but only over the intercoms. They were never allowed up-close contact.

Many janitors had been terminated [executed] for quitting, as the Blacksite couldn’t put their operation at risk for loose ends. How well can a normal person handle the job? It’s hard to say. The people working here are—as Sebastian puts it—mentally disturbed, morally challenged, broken, or desensitized after a while. The job isn’t for everyone…