"'Monde de la morte'.... It means 'world of death'...just how I feel about this fucking place." - Niles Harvey, Reagant
◇ This is my sideblog for everything Outlast related, specifically Trials and OC stuff! ◇
My name's Matt, I'm 25 and my pronouns are they / he
My main blog is @n0cturnal-g0d so likes and follows will come from there
I absolutely love asks about my OCs! I'll go feral (in a good way)
Fics:
"Monde de la Morte": Niles Harvey (Reagant OC) backstory
"Project Lepus": Kita (Prime Asset OC) backstory
"Beaten Dogs Will Bite": Zachary Denver (Reagant OC) backstory
MY OCS:
Niles Harvey:
A Reagant OC. He had been a combat medic during World War 2 and suffered from PTSD that led him to a morphine addiction. He eventually married into an unhappy marriage (given he is a closeted gay man) and had a son who died in a tragic drowning accident. He forces himself to have the typical toxic man mentality of the time period. Niles is grumpy and can come off as mean, but he doesn't hesitate to help his fellow Reagants in trials.
Kita:
A Prime Asset OC. Kita was found as a toddler in a mental hospital by Easterman after her mother had passed away. He then took her in as a side project and experimented on her, conditioning her into a Prime Asset. She is sadistic and violent and sees Easterman as a father while he plays along (though he only sees her as a tool). Kita is very childish and is more of a stealth killer.
Zachary Denver:
A Reagant OC. Zachary has been a troublemaker since he was young, and his criminal ways led to him leaving the UK and coming to the US to try and get away from his criminal record before turning right back to his troyblemaking ways. He became a Reagant after trying to get away from his many arrest warrants. He hates authority and is always getting into fights with other Reagants. But his performance during Trials is exemplary, so the guards often turn a blind eye. He was in a smaller facility that was shut down due to casualties before being transferred to Sinyala.
Mykhail Holub:
A Prime Asset OC. Mykhail is a Ukrainian immigrant who grew up in a circus, adoring the life and performances and has a love of showmanship. He faced a lot of discrimination when tensions with Russia rose due to him being from Ukraine and he was attacked one night, leading to burns covering the entire right side of his body. This led to him snapping and he burned down his circus with all of the performers and a full audience inside, and was later picked up by Murkoff while on the run. He uses a whip as a weapon and chases Reagants with charismatic and flirtatious comments.
If you have any ideas for interactions I can doodle between any of my OCs and canon characters, hit me up, I'm feeling doodly- 👀
Can be any of my OCs (Reagants: Niles, Zachary; Prime Assets: Kita, Mykhail) with any canon character (ex pop, Assets, Murkoff, etc). I'm wanting to expand and develop them
Or if you have questions in general about any of them, go crazy!
Summary: Kita has her very first Trial, and it doesn't end well.
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“What the hell is wrong with us? I wanna scratch myself with infected rust…” (“Hey Bunny”, Baby Bugs)
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The young girl couldn’t help the knot of unease and nerves twisting in her stomach as she ran her hands over the front of her straitjacket. Her palms felt clammy, and her heart raced in her chest as she stood behind one of the Murkoff doors.
Her very first trial.
She knew what her task was, what she was to accomplish. Keep the Reagants from completing whatever task they had by any means necessary. She had gone through various briefings with staff to ensure she understood what to do. She had this, she knew she did. So why did she feel so anxious?
The alarm begins to sound and the door in front of her slides open, and Kita steps into the Trial map, gripping her ice pick weapon in her hand. As the door shuts behind her, she glances at the little rabbit’s foot that dangled from the handle of the weapon. A charm for good luck, Easterman had told her. She hoped it would provide that for her during this trial.
The young Prime Asset lifts her head, looking around her surroundings. Curated towards her, the trial grounds were modeled to look like a playground, albeit dilapidated and littered with things necessary for the trial. Her footsteps are soft as she steps forward on bare feet, exhaling before breaking into a sprint into the darkness.
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The laughter of the Reagants was uproarious as Kita lunges for one with her pick at the ready and misses, the metal tip not even making contact with the laughing male.
The young Prime Asset roars in frustration and anger, which only makes her movements sloppier and more uncoordinated. A raven haired male lets out a bark of a laugh before shouting in a funny accent, “Oh, look at her! She's gettin’ real miffed, ain't she?!”
She turns towards the mocking Reagant, just in time to be hit in the face with a glass bottle. She yelps out in surprise and pain as glass showers around her, her face covered in small scratches as she stumbles back and clutches her face. Her distress seems to only aid their mockery as the laughter grows louder, and before she can recover, they're already running off as a group towards the trial exit.
Angry tears burning in her eyes, a feeling of desperation hits her and she tucks the handle of her weapon in her mouth, clutching it with her teeth before dropping onto all fours and bounding after them. She had to stop them, at least one. She couldn't let all of them get away…
As she reaches them, one is already pressing the button to call for the shuttle as the rest stand and… that laughter. They were mocking her. They saw her as a joke.
She leaps for the closest one, but she hears a click beneath her foot, and an explosion of smoke engulfs her. She shrieks and rubs at her eyes as she stumbles around, trying to peer at them through the fog, but all she saw was grey. She gives a weak slash at the air with her weapon and drops to her knees as she furiously continues to rub at her eyes.
Through the laughter, through the haze, she can hear a speaker announce that the trial doors were open, and she can hear the metallic whir of the shuttle opening. Her heart drops in her chest, and once the smoke finally begins to dissipate, she is standing there alone, the doors closed and the Reagants gone.
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“What a pitiful performance, Kita. I expected much better of you.”
Easterman's words cut through the girl like a knife as she looks towards the speaker his voice was coming from. “No!! No, I… I really tried!!”
“Maybe the fault isn't in you…maybe it's me. I wasn't good enough. I failed you, Kita. The fault is all on me for your… disappointing performance.”
The words pull at her heart as she begins to sob, stepping closer to the speaker on the wall and hugging herself tightly. “No, it was my fault!! I'll be better, Papa, I promise!!”
But no response comes. No praise for trying, no words to calm her. Nothing. Just….silence.
Kita stares up at the quiet intercom, hoping for something, anything, but no. Her sobs only grow as tears stream down her dirty face, mixing with the grime and little bits of blood from the glass bottle that had sliced her face.
Pressing her back to the wall of her room, she hugs herself tightly, her small body shuddering as her fingers grip onto her arms. With a roar, she turns and slams the blade of her weapon into the wall before her shoulders hunch and she wails in distress.
She had disappointed him. She had tried so hard, couldn't he see that? It was her first Trial, she did what she was supposed to, but she couldn't stop the Reagants from escaping. She wasn't prepared for their ruthlessness, their cruelty towards her. She had been told that the Reagants may fight back, but they mocked her! They made her a joke, a game. They cut her face and blinded her; how was that fair? She really tried…and wasn't even good enough. Now Easterman wasn't talking to her, was disappointed in her.
She wasn't good enough.
Kita pulls her pick from the wall, then drops down into a crouch, her face buried in her hands. She throws her weapon across the room with a shriek before bringing her knees up to her chest. He was going to get rid of her. She was broken. She failed him. She was a failure. He didn't keep failures around. He vouched for her, and she embarrassed him, and now he was going to get rid of her like she was nothing.
Her sobs quickly shift to hyperventilating, her tiny body shuddering as she gasps for air. She hits her fists against the sides of her head. Just one more chance. One more chance is all she needed. She could be good. But maybe he wouldn't even give her that. Maybe he wouldn't want to risk being let down by his daughter again.
The claws of one hand dig into the skin around her left eye as she sobs, then in one sharp motion, she slashes at her own face, numb to the pain as her skin tears open. The pain of disappointing her father hurt more than any physical pain. That fear of not being needed.
Of not being wanted by him.
Her bloody nails dig into the skin once again, and, slower, she tears her flesh open, blood mixing with tears as she wails.
She had to punish herself. Punish herself for letting him down. Maybe he would see she really was sorry. It wasn't his fault, it was hers. She should've tried harder.
Better. Be better. Be better.
Kita doesn't even know how much time has passed. Her throat and chest ache, are raw from her screams and sobs. Her face stings, her fingers covered in crimson and she can feel the stickiness of her own blood drying on her face and chin. Her cries have died down to weak sniffles, her body trembling. No one had come to check on her. Easterman hadn't said anything else to her.
She touches her face where she had scratched, whimpering as she feels the exposed meat where the skin around her eye should be, her hand quickly jerking away. She felt exhausted. From her outburst, from the Trial…
Kita finally pulls herself from the floor and over to her little cot, dragging herself onto the bedding and curling up on it. Her eyes shift to the quiet intercom in the corner, and she whispers out to it, “....Goodnight, Papa….”
Of course, no answer comes. She didn't expect one to. But she hoped that when she awoke in the morning, he would be in a better mood. He would forgive her, give her another chance.
Still trembling and her body aching, Kita shuts her eyes, and finally falls into a restless sleep.
Summary: Clyde Perry conducts his assessment to see if Kita is fit to be an official Prime Asset.
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“Is this what you call frail…?” (“Frail”, Crystal Castles)
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“Okay, but I feel like having an actual child in the Trials is a bit much, even for us. I mean, we have a minimum age requirement for the Reagants. Given the Trial environments, you'd think we wouldn't want to expose a child to…such things.”
The woman sips from her glass, crossing one leg over the other as she peers up at the man standing anxiously in front of her. “May I remind you that this isn't just some child off of the street. It's been conditioned, experimented on. It's more Murkoff property than an actual child at this point. Besides, Easterman had quite a lot of good things to say about his little pet.” Avellanos pauses, her lips pursing slightly. “Are you having second thoughts about what we are doing here, Perry? Because, if you are-”
“No, no, that's not it…” Clyde exhales and massages his temple. “You're right…I've seen tapes of her…Do you really think she would be a good fit? That she has what it takes to be a Prime Asset?”
“That's not my job, Perry. That's yours. Now, go. Hendrick won't stop breathing down my neck about this whole ordeal.”
“You know I'll get it done….I was just voicing concerns.” Perry's eyes shift to the side as he sighs. “Is she ready? For the interview, I mean.”
“I believe so.” Avellanos finishes her drink, scowling slightly at the empty glass in her hand as if it were the glass's fault. “At least you don't need to travel far for this one.”
“Well, let's hope this one doesn't break any of my fingers.” His words were meant to be an attempt at a joke, but it hangs awkwardly in the air, with the woman not even shooting a glance at Perry or giving him a courtesy smile.
Taking her silence as the end of the conversation, Clyde bows his head to her lightly before placing his hat back on his head, and taking his leave.
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Clyde assures that his files are in order as he lingers outside of the interview room before inhaling and stepping inside.
The young girl sits on the other side of the table, her hands holding onto the seat of her chair and her legs kicking idly, exuding an air of innocence that was a stark contrast to the facility as a whole, and to the reality of her situation, her very existence. She would appear as a normal little girl if it weren’t for the tattered clothing - ripped pants, a noticeable lack of any shoes, an old-looking pink tanktop - and her rather…gruesome features. Her hair hangs in a matted braid, long bangs framing a pale face that bears a small scar over one of her eyes, and the little hands gripping her chair are tipped with long, jagged nails that appear as claws.
When Clyde steps into the room, the girl looks at him, and he feels a slight shiver run down his spine.
Of course they hadn’t restrained her in any sort of way. Why would they make his job any easier for him? But she was simply a child…surely she couldn’t be too much of a danger…right?
Clyde sits across the table from her, removing his hat and setting his folder of files down in front of him. “Hello, Kita,” He decides to just jump into things. “My name is Clyde Perry….Do you know what we’re doing here today?”
Big brown eyes stare at him, hardly blinking, and a smile comes to her lips as she nods. “Mhm! Papa told me. He said one of his friends would be talking to me to see if I’m ready for the Trials!”
Clyde pulls out a notepad and pen from his pocket, jotting down a quick note, mentioning how eager she seemed to be for the trials and how she seemed to really admire Easterman. It was almost…disturbing how she seemed to view him as a father, given the circumstances. “That’s correct. You’re a clever girl, aren’t you? Now, Kita, do you understand what these Trials entail?”
Kita’s eyes wander, one of her claws scratching at the corner of her mouth. He notices a subtle irritation in the skin there; reading over her files, it seemed she had a slight history of self-mutilation, which would explain the small scar on her left eye. It seemed like a new scar would form soon at the edge of her mouth.
“Kinda…Papa says that what you guys do is very important…that you’re gonna change the world. And that if I do these Trials, then I can help with it!”
Clyde glances up at her with a cocked brow. “Yes, but do you know what the Trials will be like? They aren't fun and games…They're very dangerous. Do you understand that?”
Kita fixes her gaze on his, suddenly sitting very still, her legs no longer swaying, but that smile remains on her lips. “I understand that.”
Clyde holds her gaze for a few before opening his mouth to respond when she suddenly lurches forward, hands on the table and leaning towards him. The sudden action has his hand reflexively going to where he had a tranquilizer stashed, but she doesn't make any other movements towards him. Just…leans. And stares.
“Your eyes…whoa.”
Clyde stammers a bit, caught off guard by the sudden interest, his gaze glancing to the side before quickly flicking back to her, not wanting to pull his gaze from the unpredictable child for long. “Ah…yes. What…about them?”
Kita reaches a clawed hand out, and Clyde leans back slightly. His movement only has her leaning more, a knee resting against the table as she was practically on top of it now, continuing to reach out. “They're so different! I haven't seen anything like your eyes before!”
Seeing as she didn't seem to mean any harm, Clyde forces himself to relax slightly, clearing his throat and shifting under her curious gaze uncomfortably. “Yes…it's called heterochromia…”
“Heterochromia…” Kita repeats softly to herself. She traces a claw against his cheek, right under his eye, as if marveling at something foreign or undiscovered. Well, in a way, he supposed it was to her. “How did they get like that?”
“It's a condition…I was born with it…” Clyde chuckles slightly. “It's a bit strange looking, isn't it?”
Kita doesn't respond, still seemingly transfixed as he sits stiffly in his chair.
“Kita, let's get back to the interview, shall we?”
Kita frowns at his suggestion, her brows furrowing into a scowl and her lips pursing into a pout. But rather than sitting back and resuming the interview, the girl climbs fully onto the table and grips his head with both hands, the claws of her thumbs pressing underneath his eyes. Clyde's eyes widen as he tries to pull back, his hands going to her wrists to pull her back.
“Kita, you can't be doing that-”
As soon as he grabs onto her however, the girl suddenly snarls, yanking her wrists away. She moves quickly - too quickly - and grabs the pen from in front of him, then slams the tip into his shoulder. Clyde yells out in surprise and pain, but she doesn't let up. She withdraws the makeshift weapon, and Clyde quickly pushes himself from his seat and steps back, clutching at the wound as his chair clatters to the floor behind him. He goes to turn to the door, but as soon as his back is turned, he hears another snarl and feels her weight crashing into him as Kita pounces on the man. The force of it has him crashing against the door, and he tries to desperately pull her off.
“Kita!! Stop!”
The girl only lets out a feral giggle, one arm looping around his neck as the other slams the pen repeatedly into his chest. Not enough to be fatal, of course, but enough to hurt like hell. His hand fumbles desperately for the door handle, just as Kita stabs the pen into his chest again and drags the writing utensil in a sharp slash, tearing his shirt and the skin underneath in a searing painful movement.
Clyde yells out again in pain, his blood dripping onto the floor at his feet, and he manages to slam his elbow back into her ribs. The girl yelps out and immediately releases him, falling to the ground. Not wasting another second for her to potentially attack again, Clyde manages to tear open the door and slip out, shutting it behind him. Kita throws herself at the door as it locks, banging her fist against it as Clyde stumbles forward, clutching at his injured torso and heaving out pained breaths. He glances back at her through the window of the door, and her eyes burn into him.
And she smiles.
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After recovering for the day in the medical bay, Clyde left a note on Avellanos's desk, detailing the results and his decision:
“Subject showed excitement for participating in Trials. Despite her age, she shows a profound curiosity and intelligence that is surprising for a child. She is violent and resourceful (I have the injuries from a damn pen to prove it), and shows to be exceedingly loyal to Murkoff and staff and willing to participate.”
“Tell Easterman his ‘pet' will be perfect for her own trials. - Clyde Perry”
Character(s): Kita (Prime Asset OC), Dr. Easterman, miscellaneous Murkoff staff
Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, manipulation tactics, human experimentation, objectification, implied self harm
Summary: Easterman is made aware of a bloody outburst from his little monster, and he coaxes the young future Asset.
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“I was raised in a deep, dark hole, a prisoner with no parole…” (“Go Tell Aunt Rhody”, Jordan Reyne, Michael Levine)
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Easterman leans back in his chair, a cigar in one hand and a file in the other, reading over the words silently in his office.
The peace doesn't last forever, however. It never did in his line of work.
Without a courtesy knock, his door is thrown open, a doctor with a panicked look in his eyes and blood on his clothes staring at the man in the chair. “Easterman! We have a problem!”
Without glancing up at the intruder, Easterman takes a slow drag off of his cigar before putting it out in its ashtray. He carefully sets the files down that he had been reading, then finally turns his attention to the doctor, his hands clasping together on the wooden surface of his desk.
“You didn't knock. It better be an emergency.”
The doctor stammers, shocked by the calmness in the firm voice, before elaborating, “It's Kita, she-”
At the mention of the young girl, Easterman sits up straighter, his hands resting flat on the desk. “What of her?”
“We were removing her restraints after today's experiments, and she…fuck, I don't know, she's like a damn rabid animal! She's attacking the staff, one is already in critical condition…a few others are injured.”
Easterman is already rising from his chair urgently, tossing on his labcoat. “Take me to her.”
Easterman quickly follows after the doctor, who struggles to keep up with the other's long strides. Eyes fixed ahead, Easterman speaks again, “Has she been contained?”
“No, that's the problem, we tried-”
“Enough.” Easterman interrupts, finding no interest in any sort of explanations from the other. He didn't want to hear any feeble excuses.
The rest of the quick walk is silent until the chaos can be heard up ahead before being seen. Yells and shouts of men followed by rabid snarls and growls, like that of a wild animal.
Turning the corner into the room, the first thing noticed is the sight and stench of fresh blood, the metallic smell of it hanging heavy in the air of the examination room. A group of men surround the young girl, one holding her by her waist as she flails and screeches. A fury of teeth and nails.
His little monster.
A doctor tries to approach her with a syringe, which is swiftly knocked from her hands as the girl claws at the woman's masked face, making the doctor scream out and stumble back, clutching at bleeding red gashes.
“Let her go.”
Easterman doesn't have to yell. He simply raises his voice, and all heads snap in his direction, the chaos pausing. Kita's eyes widen when she sees Easterman and her flailing immediately ceases.
“Papa!!”
Her cheerful call to Easterman has him holding back a prideful smile. He looks towards the man holding her, his gaze stern. “I said, let her go.”
The man looks hesitant to release the feral little girl, but he obliges, setting her into her feet. Kita takes a few quick steps towards Easterman that has the staff backing away nervously, before she stops and beams at the man, her mouth drenched in blood, claws dripping with the red substance.
“Kita. Come here.”
At the order, Kita immediately follows, walking to Easterman with that same smile on her gruesome lips. The sudden shift in her behavior at the mere presence of Easterman has the rest of the people in the room turning heads and looking at each other in matching shock and confusion.
“Hi, Papa!” Kita exclaims cheerfully, giving him a small wave.
She appeared so innocent, even after such a gruesome attack. Easterman lowers onto one knee to get to the young girl's level, holding his hands out to her, inviting her closer.
“Dr. Easterman-” One of the staff tries to interject, but Easterman ignores them.
Kita approaches almost meekly. “Yes, Papa?”
One of her small hands rests in his gloved one, and he pulls her closer, clasping both hands in his own.
“What is the meaning of all of this?”
“We were just loosening her restraints, and-”
“I was talking to her.” Easterman says firmly, his gaze lingering on the experiment in front of him. “Kita. Why this outburst?”
Kita looks up at him with big brown eyes before looking to the side, one of her hands scratching at the corner of her mouth. “They….they were hurting me…their tests hurt…”
“My poor girl…you must have been so scared, hm?”
Kita nods, eyes dropping low. “I was…”
The doctor who had fetched Easterman speaks up softly behind him, “We were simply following your protocol-”
Easterman fixes the man with a glare that shuts him up, then rises to his full height. He places a hand on the top of Kita's head, petting her dark hair as one would to a cherished pet. “Enough. I will escort her back to her room myself. I want this room cleaned, I want those injured to be taken care of, and I want detailed reports of this incident on my desk by the end of the day. Do I make myself clear?”
The staff mutters amongst each other.
“Do I make myself clear?” Easterman repeats, his words more firmly and chillingly cold.
The staff nod and get to work, some escorting the injured out while the rest begin to clean up the mess from the chaos. Easterman looks at Kita once again.
“Let's get you back to your cell, little one.”
Kita nods, and taking his hand, she happily walks with him through the hall.
She wouldn't ever harm him, Easterman was certain of it.
His little pet would never draw his blood.
And that was part of what made her so perfect.
Her loyalty.
Her obedience.
Once back in her cell, he releases her hand, and Kita happily climbs onto her little cot, sitting cross-legged and looking at him expectantly.
Easterman shuts the door behind him. “Kita. While I am very proud of your…ferocity and…progress, I can't help but feel a bit of disappointment…”
The subtle change in his tone towards her has the girl's smile dropping to worry, her brows furrowing above her eyes. “But…Papa…”
“No excuses, Kita. I am happy with how the experiments seem to be working; your improvement in such a short time is…outstanding. I also must remind you that these experiments, they are necessary for your progress. Those people you hurt today? They are only doing what Papa has told them to do.”
Kita pulls her matted braid into her lap, picking at some of the loose strands of hair at the end. “But…Papa, they hurt…The tests are scary and they hurt when they inject all that stuff into me and all that…”
Easterman approaches her, gazing down at her as he stands in front of the sitting girl. He caresses her face, a gloved thumb rubbing against the edge of her mouth where she had a small scar forming. A sign of her instability. A sign that these tests were working.
“But they are necessary, Kita. And I can't have you acting out after every test.” He pauses, staring meaningfully at her. “....You don't want to disappoint Papa, do you?”
Kita leans into the touch, gazing at him and shaking her head quickly. “No, never! I wanna make you proud!”
Easterman looks at her scar again, rubbing it more, smearing some of the blood onto her cheek.
“Then let them do their tests and experiments. Even though they hurt. And you will make me proud.”
Kita hesitates, but nods, shutting her eyes and attempting to nuzzle her face against his palm before he suddenly withdraws his hand.
“Good girl. Now, rest. The experiments will continue tomorrow. And you'll do good and behave for Papa, won't you?”
Kita opens her eyes and nods solemnly. “Yes, Papa…I'll be good.”
“That's what I like to hear. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?”
Kita nods, shifting where she sat and resting her bloodied hands in her lap. “Alright, Papa.”
“Good. Goodnight, Daddy's little star.”
Kita smiles at that, and Easterman gives a small grin in return, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes, before leaving her room, shutting and locking the door behind him.
She was shaping up to be the perfect little killing machine.
Ughh I love filling out these things so much, so when I saw the updated version + the new Prime Asset variant, I knew I wasn't going to be able to control myself
