-Integration- Successful with minimal damage to subject. Damage remedied with physical alterations by Doctor Norman Ambrose.
Training and management of the subject is overseen by Doctor Norman Ambrose. All concerns about the subject and other related experiments may come to him or other qualified company personnel.
[Subject is slightly aggressive in temperament. But it has shown signs of heightened mood when allowed to socialize, and is less prone to violence the more it is allowed forms of companionship. It is no longer held in containment and is allowed to freely roam company grounds.]
[We (The Company) have decided to allow the subject limited access to the outside world to allow for it to socialize with minimized risk.]
[Take some caution when approaching the subject. It is still somewhat unpredictable.]
WARNING:
THIS BLOG HAS THEMES OF: BODILY MUTILATION, BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, AND CANNIBALISM. DISCRETION IS ADVISED, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
This is a Protag-centric Elevator Hitch AU.
Instead of dying in the elevator in a time loop, Protag was used as fodder for the elevator, being put through ED 7, but surviving partly, allowing his body to be used in an experiment to create a form of "superhuman".
The resulting creature is a clawed, bitey little guy that I lovingly call Butchertag, or Butchey, a funny thing that serves as a sort of trained "guard dog" for the company. Though in its free time it wanders the halls of the company building, looking for something to entertain itself.
NOTES AND RULES:
Butchey uses exclusively it/its pronouns.
NO NSFW IS PERMITTED.
Asker/anon magic is allowed, but keep it to a minimum. (Please don't expect sprites to be created for asker magic.)
wait like. miis can just. not make up in the new game?!?!????? one of my miis just said she never wants to see one of her friends ever again????? first divorce and now dis....
I TOLD HER TO THINK ABOUT IT SOME MORE AND SHE STRAIGHT UP SAID NO??????????????????????????? DEAR LORD BUTCHY WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU WHEN I WASN'T THERE
(( while not pictured in any of its sprites, it had a third chain that acts as a sort of tail for it! And it does indeed wag it!))
((More often than not wagging the chains is a threat display though, since they're rather loud, and it otherwise doesn't want to be waving around such sharp and dangerous things in front of people.))
[a letter arrives from the delivery door accompanied by a basket, the writing is very large and slightly scribbled, it says]
Hello there I noticed you often get food so i assume you get hungry a lot, i do to so i thought i would send you a basket of food from the nice farmer. Oh right i am…
[it appears the writer ran out of room so to their writing size. The basket contains a bottle of expensive wine, caviar, honey, raspberries and beef jerky]
(@random-door-delivery-service)
[Oh. More mail has arrived.]
[The subject walks to the door, cautious of the envelope and basket, slowly opening the letter up and reading it's contents.]
[The handwriting is barely legible to the subject. It's like a child wrote it. It flips the letter around but finds nothing written on the back. Seems they didn't finish writing whatever they meant to say.]
[As it moves to the basket, it immediately notices the wine and pauses. All of this food looks so expensive! There's so much! Is it even allowed alcohol?]
[The caviar, berries and honey are pulled out, though it doesn't find much interest in any of those foods, as it loathes seafood, and sweetness is often overwhelming for it.]
[The jerky, however, is gladly taken, the bag torn open with metal claws as the subject eagerly pulls out a piece of and takes a bite of the chewy meat.]
[offers a slice of red velvet cake and cheesecake with extra cheese frosting that isn't too sweet]
[points at it]
Birthday!!
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...what?"
"...what do you mean... it's my birthday...?"
[The subject slowly approaches the slice of cake, staring down at it.]
[That. That can't be true. It can't. The subject isn't... it hasn't been that long. September already? It never felt the summer heat, no leaves have begun to fall around it. That just can't be true.]
[The illusion of time not passing, of life not going on without it... It's shattered. It wants to deny what the creature on the screen, but holding the little plate of cake, it's own trembling hands... It can't.]
[A envelope emerges from the delivery doors mail slot, the envelope has a eye on the front, inside the envelope there is a letter that says]
Hello, if you are receiving this letter than you have officially received your first product from The RDC(Random Door Company) , The Delivery Door, The delivery door is a gateway that allows The RDDS (Random Door Delivery Service) to deliver letter to and from anywhere. We thank you for your excellent choice in signing up to our services and hope to see more from you. You will also receive a secondary letter soon as a congratulations.
[A the bottom of the letter there is a single eye drawn instead of a signature]
(@random-door-delivery-service)
"..."
[The subject reads the letter over a few times, before moving to place it near its nest.]
[The door is some kind of way to receive mail?]
[It moves back and inspects the door, unable to find anything strange about it, or any way that the nail could have come out of it. Which only makes it stranger.]
