Three-Word Prompt: Serpentine Farewell Divergent
From the recovered recordings of Dr. Mueller:
Oct 1st —
Fuck it’s cold. Carol-Ann has left the project. It’s no wonder, she didn’t have the spine for this kind of work. Song’s stuck around and she’s doing wonderfully managing both roles. I don’t know what Sean and I would do without someone behind the scenes.
We’re hearing rumors that they’ve caught one. I get a hard-on just thinking about it. Hopefully it will be transferred to our facility soon.
Oct 22nd —
Two of them arrived. Perfect specimens. Weird fuckers, though. We separated them promptly. Sean will work on the female, while I concern myself with the male. Song made a keen observation about their smell. It’s cold. Cold.
Note: perhaps they have some synesthesiac properties?
Nov 3rd —
We’ve been trying to figure out some sort of genealogy for them, but we’re not getting far. Maybe we’re looking at it the wrong way. They’re definitely connected somehow. I spent the back part of the last week with Song, trying to figure out how they’re communicating. They’re separated by several floors and a fuckton of concrete.
How are they communicating?
Nov 23rd —
Had a weird dream. Several in fact. Don’t really want to get into it right now.
Dec 13th —
ed. note: from here on the voice notes are encrypted. They’ve been decrypted with authority from the Ministry of Religious Oversight. – P. Deja, Case Manager
I don’t think we can’t find the genealogy because there isn’t one. Genetically they’re unrelated. What if they were made this way?
Now I’m starting to sound like Carol-Ann…
Dec 19th —
It’s freezing. Song’s gone home for the rest of the winter. Sean and the female have been transferred to a different facility. We want to see how far the link between them stretches. So far the answer is: really fucking far.
Dec 29th —
The dreams again. I’m taking seven ounces of ersatz [ed. note: name of drug redacted] a week. Doesn’t help. There’s a snake in them. Always.
Jan 12th —
I dreamed that it fucked me last night. The thing, the creature. Its fingers on my back, fucking my ass. I woke up so hard and confused.
Jan 14th —
I think about it when I jerk off.
Jan 25th —
Feb 20th —
I woke up last night in the cage [ed. note: reference to the holding facility]. It was above me, staring at me. Speaking to me.
How did I get there? I got out, scrambled away. I don’t want to feel its scales on me. I don’t want that.
Mar 1st —
I leave the cage open. It doesn’t leave. Song called, says she’s worried. Says she’s been having dreams. (laughter) Gods, help us.
Mar 8th —
I think it’s a part of the snake from my dreams. I think it’s a sliver of providence. I mean, why else would I be having these dreams? Woke up in the cage again.
Mar 12th —
There are scales on my feet.
I’m not scared anymore.