Journal 26

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 26

Big Sister 10

Whoa boy, now we’re getting into the scary sisters…

This is Big Sister 10; brought in from Ididian 3 (this one specializes in our [redacted]), sister 10 takes the form of a humanoid female or once was a human female…the files seem to be unclear about it. Says she was found in [redacted] during the 1990s.

All electronics or technology in general must be kept outside of a 22 meter radius of Big Sister 10. For one, she is constantly emitting between 80 and 84 billion watts of energy consistently, shorting out or straight melting most techs in the area. Second, she has shown the ability to “hack” newer technology. Says here she “hacked” a guards phone who had forgotten to remove it before entering her “no tech” radius, and she caused a black out in Iowa, state wide. How she did this is still unknown, but 15 deaths were caused because of it.

The only tech allowed around her is the “cell” she’s standing on and the “orbs” floating around her, it’s really complicated, but the eggheads say it takes the energy she emits and converts it to energy we can use, she single handily powers 3 different Ididian buildings. (Not this one though, we have our own generators, our contained are too dangerous to risk a shortage or something like that)

Because of her abnormalities, taking photos of her have proven…difficult. So they brought me in to draw her, in hopes this helps the eggheads upstairs. (We are getting so many scientists lately coming in from our sister locations they outnumber us guards 5 to 1 now.) She just stared at me while I drew her, I don’t think she can move her body but her head moved following every move I made, almost like she was studying me.

2 weeks ago, she managed to dampen her own energy and play dead, doctors rushed to investigate, since they didn’t know she could do that at the time. Her cell was shut down so the doctors could approach, at which point she awakened and attacked the doctors, escaping into outer halls of the building. During this “rampage” she managed to, explode the heads of 18 medical personnel, electrify and kill 23 non-essential personnel, explode the heads and testicles of 8 male SRC agents, explode and…”turn inside out” (the hell?) 5 female agents, burn, torture, or electrify to death 9 Contained on site, and explode the hearts of 2 visiting backers to the organization. (Jesus Christ…)

After this, she simply surrendered to the remaining SRC on duty.

There seems to be a hand written note here in my files…

  “We don’t know how to kill this bitch…yet, but believe me, when we find out, we are going to enjoy watching her suffer” –HR

Well…

Comforting to know she isnt even the most dangerous of the sisters yet, jeez...

Journal 25

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 25

Big Sister 11

Guess I didn’t mention how I got the position of third tier supervisor of the Big sisters replacement cell initiative (B.S.R.C.I. ?). Captain C. Montgomery Maul remembered to give word to the higher ups about me so I got a huge promotion; they also mentioned my artistic skills would be beneficial for two of the contained incoming (Whatever that means…)

When the holding cell for Big Sister 11 came in I thought it was a mobile building. I’m pretty shit with guessing measurements and the eggheads from Ididian 2 have her data and measurements locked up; but I would say her temporary holding cell was about 100 meters tall. The entire cell is actually a removed section of the Ididian 5 building; modified for transporting her. (How they removed an entire part of a building I’ll never know, but apparently Ididian 5 is where our tech and weapons comes from).

Big sister 11 looks to be at least 150 meters tall and non-too happy about her present conditions. The walls of her temp holding cell are electrified just in case she gets angry or tries to attack any scientists. I noted some small burns on top of her right head and left elbow and got a team to look at it I’m guessing she must have bumped the electrified edges during transport, weirdly enough I think one of her heads took notice when I mentioned getting her aid. Neither head ever speaks and are usually quite gentle from what the reports say; it also says she can’t understand English, instead responding to [redacted], but I have my doubts about understanding English.

2 weeks ago while feeding Sister 11 her daily pigs, she motioned that she had a stomach ache; when medical personnel came in she crushed and crippled [redacted] med personnel; and crushed and crippled 13 guards on duty; and permeant crippled 3 SRC agents. It’s noted here that the right head cried during this entire event while the left head screamed in what appeared on the security footage to be ecstasy.

No casualties though this time…

Guess that counts for something. 

Journal 24

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 24

Big sister 12

Today the building is super tense, from what I can gather it’s due to us getting these Contained called “Big Sisters”. So a lot to get through so let me explain what best I can figure. My building I work at is actually called “Ididian 7”, turns out there are 12 Ididian buildings around the world collecting contained. Ididian 7 is focused on holding more aggressive and dangerous contained. We are also the home base of the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) I guess the thought is to keep your enemies close but friends closer I guess.

The big sisters from what I can put together are all humanoid Contained with varying and immense abnormalities. The majority of them as far as I’ve read aren’t very dangerous, but from what I hear they are numbered based on their threat to personnel among the 12 of them (I’m guessing 1 is the most dangerous maybe?). I’m learning a little more about them every day; this is 12 and comes from Ididian 2 which is our more R&D building, containing more level 3 objects (5 being the highest danger level).

From what the eggheads upstairs have told me (in between them rushing around trying to stress-check all the containment cells for the incoming Big sisters). The Sisters have been going crazy and restless as of the last few weeks and damaging their cells and attacking guards, so while each of their cells is being reinforced we are going to be housing them until repairs and reinforcement on the cells are completed.

12 as far as I can find out is “robot” with a human skeleton at its frame. The scientists have discovered that 12 exist in [redacted] different time lines and [redacted] different realities. Supposedly she is the least dangerous of the “sisters” as she stays completely motionless, 24/7. She is kept in a completely shatterproof glass containment cell.

2 weeks ago the “happy face” drawing appeared on her face; when work crews went in to investigate and clean her she [redacted] 3 of the cleaners, [redacted] [redacted] 29 of the guards, and [redacted] a SRC agent on location with his own [redacted] . All told, 24 died that day, 12 herself has not been touched since that day, after which she returned to her original standing position.

And this is the least dangerous one?

Black Canary x Nightwing

Taking a break to do some super hero stuff today for my portfolio, back to normal tomorrow

:)

Journal 23

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 23

Scientists needed me to help escort what I thought was a jar of water; turns out it was one of our more dangerous contained. After we got the jar to the lower floors they let me take a look at it through one of their powerful microscopes.

This is Contained #22, another one of our earlier Contained; captured by the corporation in the late 1980s, this is the last of a series of viruses kept in containment. To date Contained #29 has caused countless deaths, totaling in the trillions. The Ididian co. isolated the virus and was able to destroy it using a combination of heat, [redacted], and vaccinations. All but this single cell remains for study.

However should this cell be released into the environment it could cause apocalyptic damage.

Eggheads told me that instants of the virus have appeared throughout history; going by the names Ebola, [redacted], Marburg, Hantavirus, Lassa, Smallpox, [redacted], Influenza, and the black plague.

When I asked why they were moving contained #22, they said to make room, they noticed my dumbfounded look and added…

“You haven’t heard? They’re transferring the Big Sisters from our sister locations…”

“Big Sisters”?

“Sister locations”?

What is going on? 

Journal 22

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 22

Got the day off…

Turns out those weird dreams I’d beenhaving were an escaped Contained. Contained #298 to be exact. This Contained feeds on the imagination and potential creativity of the artistically minded. These more often than not, are children; hence why it takes the form of a teddy bear. Prolonged exposure can cause seizure, stroke, [redacted], and heart failure.

Contained#298 escaped 3 days ago during the confusion of the company getting ready for the New Mexico mission; it had somehow left a similar looking actual teddy bear in the cell. This contained usually just sits in the corner anyway so no one noticed at first, from what I hear (It was never on my shift so I had never seen it), the company knew I was an artist and was not to be put on it’s route.  Apparently no artists, writers, or people with children with [redacted] are to be within 8 meters of it.

Turns out, Captain C. Montgomery Maul was demoted (he is first lieutenant now, but people still just call him captain), after which he checked the Contained, every night apparently he spends 4 hours after most of the guards shifts checking on the Contained. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

He was the first to catch it was not Contained #298 cause, (and I shit you not) he noticed the teddy bear left in the cell had a cross stitch, instead of Contained 298’s usual Running stitch.

Found it, tracked it with the intent to capture it, until he saw it attacking me and decided to kill it.

He got me to the infirmary, even waited with me as I got checked out, and helped walk me to my car. I thanked him for saving me and he apologized for Choke slamming me last week. Informed me to keep up the good work and he would put in a good word for me with the higher ups. Before he left I asked him what would be the consequences of killing a Contained.

“Meh, probably demote again, who knows with those guys.” With that he left back for the building.

Kinda sad, I guess nice guys do finish last. 

Journal 21

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 21

God in heaven…

The SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) made it back from New Mexico…

No creatures today, all contained were put into lock-down, all security were called to the cargo garage to help carry in the wounded. The SRC managed to actually capture whatever did this, the boys upstairs are studying it right now from what I hear…

I don’t know if I’d call it a success; early reports say we’ve lost over 32% of our field agents capturing this thing. Some of the higher level security are down here helping the wounded also, rumor has it the top brass are putting this mess all on Captain C. Montgomery Maul. (Guess that explains why he’s not here; means he must have survived, not sure if living with what he must have seen is better or worse).

The Contained that did this, God what could have done this? Huge chunks are missing from these poor agents.

There is so much blood on my hands, I was moving bodies, I’m sure some of them were dead, JESUS, I know some of them were dead… Just had to take a break, draw, and clear my mind. I wonder if my guard made it, I promised I’d draw her something if she got back. She had to ok right?

Then this last agent, (GOD I think they were missing a part of their brain) grabbed me as I was helping another carry his leg and arm.

The agent didn’t let go of me…Just said…

“Don’t t-trus… I-I-Idiaaa …Ya-a-a D-Draa Koo”

And with that, they were gone.

Journal 20

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 20

I’ve been so tired lately; been dozing off at work again. Hard to tell when I’m asleep and when I’m waking up anymore. And I’m still having these damn teddy bear dreams.

GOD!! I hate how boring and quite this place is…

Journal 19

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 19

Still pretty slow and quite down here, had a lot of paperwork to do today and its taking forever. So I decided to sketch Contained #1893. Apparently not much is known about this one; or rather the information is above my paid grade. What little I was able to find out is that Contained#1893 is to be kept in total darkness; it is fed a pig every 3 days through a small opening in the north side of the cell. During which time the pig is, and this is a bit graphic, it is [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] at which point it is then [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]  so that [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] at which point [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] .

Yea, I’ll just skip my lunch today and continue on these reports…

Journal 18

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 18

Things have been really quite since all the SCP agents left To New Mexico to catch some kind of creature.  Never realized how many SCP soldiers were around till I saw how empty the place was.

Been so boring I’ve been falling asleep at my desk. Keep having dreams seeing this weird little guy looking at me around the corner. Not sure what they mean yet, just been so boring today.

Hope the SRC guys are having more fun than I am…

Journal 17

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 17

Holy crap! Building is on high alert today; the alarms are going off like crazy for like the last 2 hours. So all the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) guys they had guarding us are all being called out to New Mexico. Seems something huge is going down there and they need all hands on deck to fly out there and resolve it.

Captain C. Montgomery Maul has been on the loud speaker calling in units like crazy to prepare for flight. (Does this place have a hanger? How big is this building?)

My guard took off their helmet to adjust it before their unit was called, turns out my guard was a she. (Called it, bout time I saw another one around here) I saw her face clearly, but I couldn’t remember all the details at the time of me drawing this. Everything was going so fast, most was a blur, but I couldn’t forget her freckles and piercing blue eyes. As she put on her helmet though I do remember asking before she fell into her unit.

“Hey, before you go what’s your name? I’m sure anything’s better than ‘Hey you’”

And With a smile I don’t think I could ever forget…

“I tell ya what, draw me something cool, that isn’t from this horrible place…and I’ll think about it.”

And with that she was gone.

Journal 16

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 16

I’ve been moved again to even lower level floors, Jesus the things down here are horrifying; take this guy, Contained #8

This thing has been around for as long as the organization has been around, one of its earliest contained.

Carbon dating put this thing at over [redacted] years old. As far as the eggheads upstairs can figure there is no one way to destroy this thing, all I know is that of all the contained, this one has the eggheads most scared.

The facts as we know so far…

It has been twice found throughout history, once was two days before the disappearance of the Mayans.

The second was The Roanoke Colony, in what is today's Dare County, North Carolina. Also known as the Lost Colony, in 1588…2 days after they found contained #8 the entire Colony disappeared, leaving behind just one message…

“Croatoan”

It was found in the summer of [redacted] by the Ididian Co. and has been in their care ever since. it stays completely motionless as if waiting, it is kept in a small cell that is constantly pumping out [redacted] to keep it asleep.

On its back was written 2 things in a type of ancient Hebrew…

“December 31, 2012”

And

[redacted], which as far as the eggheads and linguists can figure, translates to…

“He who will skull-rape us from existence” 

Journal 15

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 15

Found out today we don’t just house found creatures, got some criminals in here to.

 The following “lovely” creature is another one of our danger level 5s. Her real name has been lost to time; her self-given name of [redacted] must never be spoken as it has been shown to cause sickness and [redacted] in nearby agnostics. Contained #237 was another powerful witch with aspirations of world destruction. However after help from the Ididian Corporation a group of…(am I reading this right again?) Masked heroes known collectively as [redacted] stopped her. Even after losing two of their members, the team decided to spare her life and hand her over to Ididian. To date she has caused 238 fatalities, 1,233,432,278 injuries, and one self-castration to a guard on duty. Her age is currently unknown, but due to her knowledge of ancient spells she is kept in a sound dampening room. Several sigils are placed on the floor to keep her from mouthing any spells and she is under 24/7 watch by several members of the clergy, ready to [redacted] her ass to hell should she cause a problem.

She is currently awaiting trial for the murder of [redacted] [redacted] and 32 known cases in America.

Her court date is set for [redacted] [redacted] as to give the Supreme Court time and preparation to judge a mystic user.    

Journal 14

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 14

So this little beauty is something I had a lot of trouble drawing, let me explain…

See, Contained #29 is a 5^th dimensional virus, with unique properties even the eggheads upstairs don’t fully understand. These strange properties cause it to constantly change shape; to date it has taken almost 2,204,185,613,215 forms. The only thing common in all of these manifestations are the constantly rotating teeth.

Uncontained the virus multiplies by consuming matter into its mouth (which as far as we can tell is a localized black hole), and thus the newly created creature continues the process. The practice continues until (am I reading this right?) the entire dimension is consumed…

To date Contained #29 has consumed over [redacted] dimensions. This one was caught manifesting in this dimension getting ready to begin the process before it was subdued and captured. It is fed one pig daily with large amounts of is [redacted] to keep it sedated and from starting the consuming process.

To date no known method of destruction has been found…

Finding one is of top priority to the Ididian incorporation; if only to have a defense measure for when more inevitably arrive.

It is for this reason it has been classified a 5 danger level (out of 5, 5 being the highest).     

Journal 13

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 13

Since Jim was [redacted], all lower level security have been spread all over the place. I’ve been moved to some of the lower levels. Looks like every security officer will be partnered with a SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) agent for the foreseeable future. (I think this may be a combination of they’re no loose contained and they don’t want anybody [redacted] the [redacted] like Jim did.) I think my assigned agent may be female, but they are so heavily armored and so rarely talk I can’t tell.

So this little guy is Contained #89, apparently he is one of our oldest contained. Caught in 1992 in [redacted] by a descendant of the monster hunter [redacted] [redacted], one of our earliest agents. So what I can gather from the files I read on him he is ranked a 4 danger level (out of 5, 5 being the highest), and is well over 2,345 years old. Contained #89 I incredibly fast and dangerous, is fed one pig a week, but it prefers to feed on the internal organs of virgin, catholic females. For this reason it is only to be fed by male atheists, and only on Sundays as per [redacted] customs.

Contained #89 is highly susceptible to light and is kept in a pitch black cell with no lights. However his cell is suspended above a spotlight emitting UV rays. Even if he were to escape the cell he would immediately be trapped by the light.

While light has shown to hurt it severely, no known method of eradication has been found. Methods tried so far include, decapitation, gunfire, burning, stabbing, [redacted], exorcism, [redacted], [redacted], [redacted], baptism, [redacted], holy water, [redacted], silver stakes, [redacted],starvation, and [redacted].

So far contained #89 is just kept confined to keep it from attacking the general populace.

Journal 12

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 12

Oh Jim…

What the fuck did you do?

Journal 11

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 11

WHAT. THE. HELL. IS. GOING. ON!?

Jim and I were checking on Contained #132; it’s been all bloated and crying lately. A far cry from the asshole that tried to kill my ass a few days ago; pretty sure it just ate one too many pigs… when out of F’in nowhere a bunch of the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) dudes come into the Containment unit and pistol whip the shit out of Jim. I tried to fight them off (4 on one is not a fair fight and then out of nowhere Captain C. Montgomery Maul grabs me by the throat and choke slams me.

“This is above your pay grade rookie, just remember we have rules at Ididian, and this little creepy fucker broke them in the worst way.”

After that they dragged Jim’s unconscious and bloody body away.

I sit there, licking my wounds, with only the moans of Containted #132 to fill the emptiness of the halls…

Journal 10

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 10:

Today was terrible…

They brought the security in for blood tests; the worse part, they had the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) guys bring us in. Yeah, the guys they send to capture or destroy dangerous creatures. (Managed to sketch one of them while waiting in line for the test) Guns and all…

Guys are real bullies by the way; one of them kept pushing the shit out of me to get me down a hall faster.

Something I thought strange they almost never talk only to give basic instructions to each other; most of their communications were just hand signals and head motions. My theory is this must be a carry-over from working in the field (Cant imagine making a bunch of noise is helpful in catching contained in the wild)

They tests took all day; saw every security officer on my floor and some eggheads I helped before. Saw some guys in 3 piece suits I had never seen before in line with me also.

All I know is I better be getting paid for this…

Journal 9

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 9:

Jim wanted me to see some of the lower levels today. I mentioned to him that I would be interested in a promotion and what it entailed.

He did not disappoint.

He took me to the lowest floor his clearance would allow me to see. (On the way down a lot of people seemed to know Jim, he really has been here a long time)

This thing is Contained #216.

Found around the country of [redacted] Contained #215 is actually the creature. The portal it is stuck in is Contained #216. Both have been categorized as Level 5 threats (5 being the highest) extinction level. Were the safe guards in place for contained #215 or 216 to fail, mankind is condemned to destruction.

In the year [redacted] the portal opened, it remained opened for 15 years. 2 creatures came out during this time. One was contained #12445 the other was eliminated by the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) due to [redacted] having [redacted] and needing [redacted]. All attempts to study contained #216 have failed as during this time all science personnel that approached the anomaly were driven mad before getting within 20 meters of it. (Which begs the question how they moved it here, I would think the building was built around it but this isnt the lowest floor.    

It was during the 16^th year the larger creature appeared and got stuck in the portal. The portal has widened exactly 3 meters in this time. However the maddening effects of the portal seem to have reduced. Contained #215 however must be kept heavily sedated, fully awake 215 can emit a low level sonic pulse, drawing organisms to it. Those affected by the trance will kill any and all in their way to (as best as the scientist can figure) “merge” with the contained. To date over [redacted] personnel have been merged to the creature. Once tranced the only known cure is euthanasia. Even in this sedated state prolonged visual of the Contained has caused hallucinations, aneurysms, and [redacted] causing blood lose from the ears, eyes, [redacted] , and feet. To keep sedated, it is fed one pig (where the hell are they getting these things from) filled with 20 pounds of [redacted] hourly.

All attempts to communicate, or destroy the Contained have failed.

I asked Jim why did he show me this?

His answer…

To show me just how close to being destroyed the world is every day.

And these aren’t even the most dangerous ones here…  

Journal 8

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 8:

This son of a bitch right here!!

Containment #132

Scientists had me cover this asshole with my company issued cattle prod while they fed it. Apparently they feed it every month a fresh pig (where are they getting all these pigs). Thing took a swipe at one of the eggheads when the pig got loose knocking him over; so I jabbed him in the (ribs?) with the prod. Contained #132 pinned me and was about to take me out of the fight for good.

Then out of freaking nowhere Jim comes in.

And I swear to GOD, no weapon, no nothing. Says “Jennifer, halt!.” Contained #132 stops its assault and cowers in the corner; scarred out of its mind.

Jim told me later he had special connection with contained #132 since it was brought in the same day he started.

The crazy part, he was completely in control, completely calm.

If I become half of what Jim is in my time here, it’s gonna be smooth sailing to a promotion, that’s for sure.

Journal 7

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 7:

Pretty boring day,while waiting of the eggheads to feed Contained #12445 I decided to sketch my supervisor Jim while he was doing some paperwork. Says he’s been here for about 24 years now. Seems to love it here and helping others understand the Containments more than anything; now that I think about it Ive never once heard him call them monsters or freaks like other personal. Jim [redacted] used to own a small animal sanctuary. The [redacted] animal Sanctuary came under fire after one of the employees was found having “relations” with the baby animals. They found one of the puppies [redacted] with its [redacted] in [redacted] in the corner of its [redacted] [redacted] . After [redacted] city council shut them down, Jim met with the founder of the Ididian Containment Corporation, Mr. [redacted] (I haven’t gotten the chance to meet him yet), he explained he wanted his expertise in taking care of some of the more unique “containments”. He’d lost everything, this was a fresh start.

The rest as they say is history.

Jim’s shift covers some of the higher level contained; but mostly involves training the newbies like me. He sometimes seems rather awkward around us other security guards, but seems really chill around even some of the scarier contained.

Man walks among the scariest sons of bitches on earth, doesn’t even think twice…

Guess he finally found his sanctuary…

Journal 6

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 6:

Today’s shift was pretty weird; I met the field leader/captain of the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture), real silent badass type. Captain C. Montgomery Maul. All security was interviewed one by one (felt more like an interrogation to me) about our feelings towards the Contained and general feelings for the company. I was asked the questions by Human Resources Bill (whom interviewed me when I got the job) in a dark room; all this while Captain Maul stood in the corner; almost completely covered in darkness. I remembered enough of his features to draw my sketch, that cold stare and horrible scar being the stand outs. After my “interview” was over I asked Jim my supervisor about him. Jim (who’s been here 5-EVER btw) says he was here even before he started.

All he knows is rumors and gossip that are passed among the lower level security. Maul used to be a small town sheriff in [redacted], apparently had a rough life. Parents died of mysterious causes, always bullied in school, lost his wife 4 weeks after their wedding to [redacted]. Held down the sheriff gig for a while till a creature (later a Contained) wreaked havoc on the small town of [redacted]. This thing apparently was a level 5… An extinction level creature; Wiped out the whole town… save one man.

C. Montgomery Maul.

How he did it is still lost to time, but apparently through shear will and determination, he did what was considered impossible and defeated this thing (Says the Ididian Containment holds it on the lowest levels with other heavily dangerous Contained, Shit, I do not want to go down there) Apparently Ididian gave him a choice. Go on, retire, never speak of what he saw, and Ididian would cover his expenses for the rest of his days…

Or,

Take a job working for them.

To this day, his team has captured over 254 Contained (another of which I hear was another level 5) lost only 25 men, and is highly decorated (Ididian isn’t attached to the military as far as I know, so who knows what he meant by that) Just works every day, no matter how hard things have gotten for him.

Guess some men are just born the hard way…

Journal 5

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 5:

This one is a sweetie; despite is monstrous size (about 2 meters) Containment #58456 is really calm. So this thing is a vegetarian and usually just sits in a cornor most of the time during my shift. The company doesn’t even have him in the more high tech cells. Pretty dormant most of the time, I usually just feed him some cabbages from home.

No one knows how he’s floating though…

Eggheads upstairs said the found him in [redacted] just wandering the woods. Scarred a few campers, but the the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) were able to bring him in with very little hassle.

I think I’ll name this guy, Smiley.

Journal 4

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 4:

So my supervisor Jim had me shadow him on his shift in the higher danger level areas of the building. Some stuff was pretty weird, I may write/draw about them some other time. This one however, Contained #15478, was beautiful. I asked Jim if we could take our lunch break near its cell so I could sketch it. He allowed this; seeing as it was a lower level risk than the others. He went on to explain that it was a statue, not a creature. One of many non-biological items in the Containment buildings, Contained #15478 was sculpted in [redacted] by the artist [redacted] before their death.

So the weird part, this was sculpted with the artist’s fingernails…

Seems something caused him to go insane and rip out his own fingernails, maw them to a point and sculpt for 9 days with no food or rest.

The statue is pretty safe as compared to other things in this building .( Found out during lunch what the highest danger level creature in the building was, pretty horrifying shit, hope I never have to see it) Apparently its only here while they try and figure out what drove the artist [redacted] to such lengths.

Crazy part, before he died of exhaustion, the artist said he didn’t even remember making it.

In any case it was beautifully sculpted and I just had to capture it…   

Journal 3

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 3:

Today I was asked by a higher ranking (and pretty attractive) science officer to accompany them to feed Contained #14562. This one is way above my usual danger level and was briefed for an hour for this simple 2 minute excursion. Seems this thing is from [redacted] and apparently aspects of the religious texts of [redacted] and [redacted] are true.

The main thing about Contained #14562 is that it never moves. It’s under constant surveillance; seems that it remains inert until a biological entity comes within at least 7 meters of it. When within range, it becomes active, At which point if living eyes (more on this in a second, cause its trippy) are not within constant vision of it, it skins and “debones” all biological matter in the area.

My job was to basically stare at the thing for 2 minutes ( I found blinking one eye at a time helped) while the science officer left a living pig for it to devour. Apparently the damn thing has to be feed 2 times a month, as per [redacted] customs.

When I asked why not just send drones or robot in with the big, they explained, that while contained #14562 was motionless, they believe it is biding its time for an escape. We don’t know if it can decipher between humans and non-humans, but don’t want to risk it.

This thing has the potential of wiping out the whole building and the surrounding countryside in less than an hour if left unchecked.

Can you believe this crazy F’ing thing is only ranked a 3 danger level (out of 5, 5 being the highest)

Hope I never have to go to the lower floors and see the higher ranked containments… 

Journal 2

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something has happened to me...

And you are in grave danger.

Journal 2:

This one is a weird one, it’s a class 3 danger level (out of 5, 5 being the highest) and it’s on my shift. I was instructed to never enter it’s containment alone. So I was talking to some of the SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) officers that brought it in about it. They say the damn thing used to be a beautiful witch that would lure men to it’s den and consume them to stay young and attractive. Did this for about 300 years, tell it got to [redacted]. Bitch took out an entire small town, at least 128 victims before it was brought down. Funny enough, the SRC didn’t defeat, they just collected the thing. Turns out she was beaten by a group of kids trying to save their parents.

Our futures indeed…

The officers told me as the kids were about to defeat her, she turned into this form as a last ditch effort to kill them. Obviously, she failed. When SRC got to [redacted] they bagged and tagged her and brought her here. Mostly sleeps during the day and claws and screams at the 2 way mirrors at night. Apparently turning into this thing used the last of her magic, so she’s stuck this way.

Rather ironic considering what she had been killing for…

Journal 1

My name is [redacted] I work for Ididian Containment as a low level security officer. To pass the time I've been making these journals  during shifts, little sketches of what I see here every night.

If you are reading this, something   has happened to me...
And you are in grave danger.

Journal 1:
Grown pretty attached to this one since I started working her a few months ago. The SRC (Supernatural Response and Capture) brought him in the same day i started. the creatures and objects here don't have names, mearly numbers on their cells. This one name is "Contained #12445". It's cell is the closest to my desk so i see it while doing my reports. It is classified as a very low risk so I'm never too worried about it. (unlike other contained here) usually just sits in the corner shaking, tends to make moaning nosies every now and then when one of its puss sacks burst, but other than that, harmless. One of the SRC officers told me never to go in its room unattended though. Something about it having a foul order that can melt human organs, lost two comrades and a small town trying to catch the thing. Have to keep it in vacuum sealed room to protect the rest of the floor and the building. If its so dangerous why is my desk just around the corner from it? I'm sure its just hazing the newbie nonsense though...

I've decided to name this one Bobby.

Comics Jenny 30

meet Comics Jenny her power is any comic she touches she gains the powers and abilities of any one character in the comic, and can only use each comic once. Can be good, can be bad, touch a Superman comic... might get Kryptonian powers, might get reporter powers from Lois Lane. :/ always a gamble. how this works for me is everyday i go the the random power generator and create a persona based on the role. No re-rolls unless its one that has been done already... lets see what happens.
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