Thursday, February 23, 2017

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. 

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