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The Little God

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2021-07-09
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Description
One janitor's day is made interesting when his workplace implodes from within because of its star research endeavor.
Tags
human experimentation, little girl, sci-fi, janitor, escape, superpower, reality-warping, science
Prompt
And to think, I thought today would be one of the better days. "ALERT: IN PROGRESS CIRCUMSCRIPTION FAILURE. ALL STRICT PERSONNEL SHOULD REPORT TO EVACUATION AREAS DESIGNATED." The automated voice and the screech of the klaxon alarm blared overhead in the janitorial office of Level -2. Tim, a middle-aged man who was slightly overweight, was the first to react, terrified. "Oh shit! Oh shit! This was bound to happen! I warned you! STRICT was playing God all this time! We're so fucked!" Before sprinting out into the corridor, he called over his shoulder. The rest of us sat put in our seats; the Emergency Response Department had assigned new evacuation areas a week prior, and it wasn't like we wanted to go there anyhow. Being lowly caretakers, we were probably not even allowed. "This isn't like usual," said Sally. She was an older woman who had worked for STRICT for much longer than the rest of us. Years at STRICT had taken its toll on her, as seen by her slumped back and drooping shoulders. "What are we going to do?" "You heard Tim, this is no ordinary situation. The voice said something about 'containment. Did something escape?" Jill flashed me a knowing look; she's a little too perceptive for her own good, but that's what makes her interesting. "It appears that STRICT has instigated insurrection in one of its subjects." The atmosphere darkened as a result of that observation. We all knew what we were getting ourselves into cleaning toilets, floors, and dealing with messes. Beyond the promise of a salary, no one looked forward to going to work, especially given STRICT's penchant for messing with the physical world. To be honest, I didn't think that was even conceivable, but we all knew we didn't have the authority to find out for sure. The Emergency Response Team arrived in their heavy tactical gear, including body armor, helmets, and the newest in ballistic weapons, as we sat in our seats. As a group of six heavily armed guards marched over to us, we watched them enter the room with a sense of hopelessness. "Everyone stand up and form a line against the wall. Remain calm." As per usual, they were antagonistic. The leader pointed his gun at me. "Subject 23 has escaped," he said, his face expressionless. "Come with us to ensure your safety." Subject 23? Did they mean Ami? Did she manage to break free? How did she get out of a cell that only held her, and where did she go? The shock had sent my mind into a tailspin. It was impossible, I told myself. Jill panicked at the implication, "No, she hasn't been here!" We—" The man turned on Jill, gripping the barrel of his rifle. He yelled at her, "Shut up!" We all stood silently, our gazes averted. After a few moments, the lead guard yelled, "Get to the evacuation areas now or you'll be shot!" The rest of them followed suit, barking commands and searching the office for any signs of resistance. Then darkness. Electricity has been cut off. A thick, inky blackness enveloped us. Screams, shouts, and gunshots; sudden, bloodcurdling, and horrific, but what sounded out clearly was a child's bubbling laughter. Ami had arrived. Darkness was so thick that I couldn't see anything, but I knew it was her. With that tone, Ami would talk to me all day about her favorite songs, toys, and colors while I cleaned up her cell. That was how I knew this was fun for her. "She's here, open fire!" Before gunshots could ring out, shocking cracking noises filled my ears, with strange whimpers and agonized moans. Jill's, Sally's, and countless screams echoed throughout the darkened office as well, but the sounds of pain and suffering quickly faded to silence. I huddled myself into a corner, trying to remain silent. Nothing was more terrifying than being in a dark place and not knowing what was lurking around me. “Mr. Anon?” Ami's young voice called out through the gloom, "Are you there?" I wasn't sure if she had noticed me, but I had to respond. “Ami?” I replied cautiously, hoping not to reveal my location. “Oh, good. You're still alive." Her voice, unwavering and barely emotive, broke the eerie silence. "What's the point of hiding? Are you afraid of me?" Her tone was almost teasing, and it caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. “I can't see,” I said honestly. She was already aware of this. “Of course you don't want to be in such a dark place! It must be terrifying to be surrounded by so much darkness. Wait a minute, I'll make some light.” The giggling of Ami echoed throughout the room. An all-consuming light flashed. My eyes struggled against the sudden onslaught of glaring white light, but the sound of my heart pounding in my chest warned me that I would not like what I saw. As I looked beyond the blinding glare, I saw a young girl covered with blood, organs, and viscera, which spread like a field of gore around her. Ami looked more alive than she had in a long time. Her face lit up, and she laughed like this was the funniest thing she had done in years. “There you are, Mr. Anon; I knew I would find you sooner or later. Let's go.” Her voice seemed to echo from all directions at once, but she sounded happy and carefree. As if, for a split second, she had forgotten about the pain and suffering that came with her power. She grabbed my hand, her own appearing small and frail. She began dragging me towards the location where I had heard Jill's screams. We stumbled through the broken bodies of STRICT employees, tattered clothes clinging to their limbs and torn skin clinging to their bones. Ami blasts the door open with less effort than blinking, ushering us into the chaos of a firefight between several armed guards and twisted monstrosities. "These are my friends, Mr. Anon. They'll help us leave," she said excitedly as she yanked me along behind her. I couldn't believe it. Not only did she escape, but she had also brought these other creatures? What were they? Did she create them? These questions continued to swirl in my head as we navigated the extemporaneous battle zone... [Click to expand]
And to think, I thought today would be one of the better days.
"ALERT: IN PROGRESS CIRCUMSCRIPTION FAILURE. ALL STRICT PERSONNEL SHOULD REPORT TO EVACUATION AREAS DESIGNATED."
The automated voice and the screech of the klaxon alarm blared overhead in the janitorial office of Level -2. Tim, a middle-aged man who was slightly overweight, was the first to react, terrified. "Oh shit! Oh shit! This was bound to happen! I warned you! STRICT was playing God all this time! We're so fucked!" Before sprinting out into the corridor, he called over his shoulder. The rest of us sat put in our seats; the Emergency Response Department had assigned new evacuation areas a week prior, and it wasn't like we wanted to go there anyhow. Being lowly caretakers, we were probably not even allowed.
"This isn't like usual," said Sally. She was an older woman who had worked for STRICT for much longer than the rest of us. Years at STRICT had taken its toll on her, as seen by her slumped back and drooping shoulders. "What are we going to do?"
"You heard Tim, this is no ordinary situation. The voice said something about 'containment. Did something escape?" Jill flashed me a knowing look; she's a little too perceptive for her own good, but that's what makes her interesting. "It appears that STRICT has instigated insurrection in one of its subjects."
The atmosphere darkened as a result of that observation. We all knew what we were getting ourselves into cleaning toilets, floors, and dealing with messes. Beyond the promise of a salary, no one looked forward to going to work, especially given STRICT's penchant for messing with the physical world. To be honest, I didn't think that was even conceivable, but we all knew we didn't have the authority to find out for sure.
The Emergency Response Team arrived in their heavy tactical gear, including body armor, helmets, and the newest in ballistic weapons, as we sat in our seats. As a group of six heavily armed guards marched over to us, we watched them enter the room with a sense of hopelessness. "Everyone stand up and form a line against the wall. Remain calm." As per usual, they were antagonistic. The leader pointed his gun at me. "Subject 23 has escaped," he said, his face expressionless. "Come with us to ensure your safety."
Subject 23? Did they mean Ami? Did she manage to break free? How did she get out of a cell that only held her, and where did she go? The shock had sent my mind into a tailspin. It was impossible, I told myself.
Jill panicked at the implication, "No, she hasn't been here!" We—"
The man turned on Jill, gripping the barrel of his rifle. He yelled at her, "Shut up!" We all stood silently, our gazes averted.
After a few moments, the lead guard yelled, "Get to the evacuation areas now or you'll be shot!" The rest of them followed suit, barking commands and searching the office for any signs of resistance. Then darkness.
Electricity has been cut off. A thick, inky blackness enveloped us. Screams, shouts, and gunshots; sudden, bloodcurdling, and horrific, but what sounded out clearly was a child's bubbling laughter. Ami had arrived. Darkness was so thick that I couldn't see anything, but I knew it was her. With that tone, Ami would talk to me all day about her favorite songs, toys, and colors while I cleaned up her cell. That was how I knew this was fun for her.
"She's here, open fire!" Before gunshots could ring out, shocking cracking noises filled my ears, with strange whimpers and agonized moans. Jill's, Sally's, and countless screams echoed throughout the darkened office as well, but the sounds of pain and suffering quickly faded to silence.
I huddled myself into a corner, trying to remain silent. Nothing was more terrifying than being in a dark place and not knowing what was lurking around me.
“Mr. Anon?” Ami's young voice called out through the gloom, "Are you there?"
I wasn't sure if she had noticed me, but I had to respond.
“Ami?” I replied cautiously, hoping not to reveal my location.
“Oh, good. You're still alive." Her voice, unwavering and barely emotive, broke the eerie silence. "What's the point of hiding? Are you afraid of me?" Her tone was almost teasing, and it caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.
“I can't see,” I said honestly. She was already aware of this.
“Of course you don't want to be in such a dark place! It must be terrifying to be surrounded by so much darkness. Wait a minute, I'll make some light.” The giggling of Ami echoed throughout the room. An all-consuming light flashed. My eyes struggled against the sudden onslaught of glaring white light, but the sound of my heart pounding in my chest warned me that I would not like what I saw.
As I looked beyond the blinding glare, I saw a young girl covered with blood, organs, and viscera, which spread like a field of gore around her. Ami looked more alive than she had in a long time. Her face lit up, and she laughed like this was the funniest thing she had done in years.
“There you are, Mr. Anon; I knew I would find you sooner or later. Let's go.” Her voice seemed to echo from all directions at once, but she sounded happy and carefree. As if, for a split second, she had forgotten about the pain and suffering that came with her power.
She grabbed my hand, her own appearing small and frail. She began dragging me towards the location where I had heard Jill's screams. We stumbled through the broken bodies of STRICT employees, tattered clothes clinging to their limbs and torn skin clinging to their bones.
Ami blasts the door open with less effort than blinking, ushering us into the chaos of a firefight between several armed guards and twisted monstrosities.
"These are my friends, Mr. Anon. They'll help us leave," she said excitedly as she yanked me along behind her. I couldn't believe it. Not only did she escape, but she had also brought these other creatures? What were they? Did she create them? These questions continued to swirl in my head as we navigated the extemporaneous battle zone
Author Notes
[By escaping, Ami had thrown the POSACOSI Site into chaos. Every subject was loose and wreaking havoc. Security forces were trying everything they could to put a stop to this at all costs.]
Memory
I am Anon, and my job at the STRICT organization is that of a lowly sanitary employee, right in the middle of one of the most chaotic and awful periods in its entire history; and potentially its downfall.
The POSACOSI, my place of work, was experiencing a breach of containment of its most powerful research subject: the psychotic little girl Ami. After being treated horrifically for so long, Ami successfully escaped from her confinement cell, seeking retribution against those who were able to contain and abuse her.
In addition, Ami located me and is taking me with her in her crusade against STRICT - and perhaps all of humanity. After all, I was the only person who was unfailingly nice to her.
Ami and I were on Level -2 of the facility.
World Info
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  • facility, POSACOSI, building, this place

    STRICT and their research were housed in the POSACOSI, or Potent Subject Analysis and Containment Site. The multi-story laboratory had four floors, where all of their discoveries and inventions were made. The danger, unpredictability, and immorality of each anomalous item would increase with each floor.
  • reality warper, telekinetic, telekinesis, AMI, Ami

    "The Almighty Minor" - otherwise known as AMI - was a young orphaned girl who was selected by STRICT and subjected to several horrific experiments to become a jaded emotionally deadened being with the power to reshape reality. Ami had long black hair that grew to her ankles, but it was her emotionless black eyes with a permanent neutral expression that made her appear most memorable. Ami had little empathy and even less for STRICT employees - aside from me, who was there to show her kindness whenever her cell needed to be cleaned. Ami proved to be the first successful experiment with human subjects, and STRICT was unable to replicate her power with any other subject, consequently keeping her in a heavily guarded cell. This had been the case up until now.
  • STRICT, Spatial Temporal Reconstruction Research Consortium

    The Spatial Temporal Reconstruction Research Consortium, nicknamed STRICT by its employees, was a shadowy government-funded research group that aimed to understand and manipulate the fundamentals of reality. Within STRICT, every possible path that could lead to mastery over physical reality was explored without regard to ethics. A lowly janitor like myself was completely unaware of many secrets that STRICT secretly kept.
  • level -3

    Level -3 was STRICT's final and deepest level. It was a huge containment cell equipped with the best technology to suppress the most powerful research subject they had: Subject 23: Ami.
  • level 0, ground floor, surface level, surface

    STRICT's main access and exit points were on Level 0. At Level 0, visitors were greeted by administration accommodations, offices, and other rooms one would expect to see when entering a modern research facility. To prevent disturbing the tourists, no subject was confined here.
  • level -2, animal, animal floor, biological floor, janitorial office, janitor's office, my office, cleaning department

    Above Ami's containment floor was Level -2. Level -2 contained most of the biological subjects STRICT tested, a majority being animals. Subject 12: An eyeless hound that teleported through corners, and Subject 15: A cat that continuously changed its state until observed, were both found on this floor. On level -2, there was also an office for the cleaning department, where I spent most of my days there.
  • level -1, inanimate

    The inanimate objects, or other subjects that could be contained easily, were stored at level -1. Level -1 was for reality altering weapons and unassuming objects with peculiar quirks that didn't conform to contemporary understandings of reality. As these subjects were completely inert unless they were directly interacted with, this floor was used primarily for general storage. These are the subjects STRICT had created and investigated in their early days.
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