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"ANOMALY-FL155 HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT, REPEAT! ANOMALY-FL155 HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT. ALL RESEARCHERS ARE TO EVACUATE TO REALITY AMPLIFYING BUNKERS, AND WAIT FOR COMBAT OPERATIVES TO" [Fzt]
Fliss walked down the hall at a brisk pace, hips bouncing side to side, a pep in their step. This had all been pretty fun, but these people need to work on their accomodations. Lead-lined walls? A single pillowcase, a thin sheet? And their food, eugh, are they even trying?
Around them, alarms blared, a loud klaxon ringing out as their little paws met the concrete below them. The whole facility had a very eerie red glow at this point, which they thought was a nice touch. It sets the mood. Casa-da-containment facility. They love themed vacations!
The fairy was surprised, upon arriving in this particular iteration of Earth, to be confronted so quickly. Not that the response was unexpected; What WAS unexpected was that their arrival had been anticipated. Subsequently, they had been 'captured'-- or so their records claim.
Despite whatever method of precognition this government was using, nothing about them actually sufficiently controlled Fliss. Their 'reality amplifiers' were supposed to firm up reality around them, prevent it being played with like clay in the hands of, well, silly fairies.
By all accounts, Fliss should be powerless, powerless as any other mortal. Just a cutie with a booty in a locked cell to be studied, and written off 'contained'. The case of ANO-FL155 should be a shut and done case, like all the rest of the fae or captured mythological critters.
But Fliss isn't like the others. They're not some alien, some daemon, or even an average fae. But they played along. It's been fun, actually! The seriousness of the work these people are doing makes it REALLY funny to watch them contend with some of the 'test results'.
Fliss enjoyed giving a cute researcher a couple extra rows of boobs, or modifying the size of the observation booth such that it and everyone inside it (including the window) were barely visible, or just doubling themself 'til their cell was more Fliss then Air.
All of their play was treated as lapses in security measures, and during all of it, Fliss never escaped. But that was because they didn't feel like leaving yet, not because the Reality Amplifiers weren't doing their jobs (though, of course they weren't).
All of their protocols, all of their logs, all of it has been very entertaining. You try pancaking a very serious, determined new scientist and tell me that ISN'T entertaining. It flies in the face of science, and decency! Or so claimed one of them at the time, peeling 'em off.
But it's been about, what. Two days? That's WAY too long to stay in a steel box, no matter how funny the people in the box are. So they opened the door to their cell as easily as they would brush aside a curtain, despite the dozens of security measures in place, and just. Left.
And so, here they are, staring down an elevator after hitting the UP arrow. They're quite a few levels down, as this is a subterranean facility. They don't feel like leaving the easy way, and besides, they wanna at least give this place a tour before walking out on it.
"FREEZE!" shouts a very rugged voice, and Fliss turns to face them, furrowing their brow. The fluffy, cartoonishly-proportioned fairy looks quite out of place in a world full tall, lanky bipeds like the man pointing a weapon at him.
It's hard to make them out through their armor, which is why, when the fairy squints, they look through it-- and then there IS no armor. The man yelps in shock, suddenly quite exposed. "Wh-- What?" he stutters, saying nothing of note. Oh, he's a cute fox. "That's-- How..."
It's not that the armor was just for his physical protection; Instead of a standard-issue ANO ballistics uniform, that was a CASUAL LOCK suit, designed to aggressively nullify any form of reality alteration, past, present, or future. And it just winked out of existence.
"What? I'm just checking out," Fliss muses, giving the man a dorky smile. He just gapes, before turning heel and running. Aw, how disappointing! They were hoping to get to do something fun!
[Ding!]
Oh, look, their elevator arrived. Just in time, they suppose.
[Ding!]
Oh, look, their elevator arrived. Just in time, they suppose.
They sigh, stepping into the elevator. The five or so armed officers inside all open fire, of course, but Fliss pays them no mind as they pop their party poppers, spraying them with confetti. They all look confused, suddenly wondering why they came to apprehend them with *those*.
As the elevator goes up, slowly rising from floor -100, they would question a lot of decisions. Like why they're trying to apprehend a cutie like this to begin with, aren't they just a guest? Hardly seems appropriate for hotel staff.
At about floor -50, the elevator looks a lot nicer. Or, for the workers inside of it, it looks as it always has. It's no industrial lift, with cold grates and exposed concrete walls. It is a comfortable, temperature-moderated space with mirrors and music and leather seating!
And when the elevator reaches floor 1, the door opening, Fliss rises from their comfortable seat, stretching and cracking their neck, before stepping off the elevator, and into the beautiful ANO lobby. It really looks like a five star hotel should, y'know?
As they step outside, yawning, wondering where the nearest BK is, a confused staff member at the hotel desk wonders why their computer is on some weird fiction site, closing off of the ANO-FL155 entry as it promptly vanishes from their and everyone's browser histories.
...
[EMERGENCY CHANNEL ACTIVE]
"okay does someone wanna tell me how our best combat personnel turned into frilly maids??? or why in our most EFFECTIVE bunkers at halting casual rewrites, there's a number for the room service we apparently have now on my bedside??"
[EMERGENCY CHANNEL ACTIVE]
"okay does someone wanna tell me how our best combat personnel turned into frilly maids??? or why in our most EFFECTIVE bunkers at halting casual rewrites, there's a number for the room service we apparently have now on my bedside??"
