Chapter Text
Larry stood in a straight line, waiting patiently to be told what to do.
He was currently in a waiting room. Among the line was a collection of other people waiting to be hired. He had signed up for an assistant position.
Or at least he thought he did.
He'd come here looking for a job, considering he had been fired from his last one for breaking one of the thousand rules they had. He found a place offering work online and only thought a little about it before leaving for his interview.
The only problem was that he had yet to learn what he would be helping with.
He assumed this was a security job because he was in a rather big building. Still, many security guards were at every door, eliminating that thought. It could be some sort of receptionist or accountant job, but... Larry wasn't made for office jobs; he was very much a bodyguard guy.
Sure, he should have looked into the offer more, but it was very vague about what he would be interviewed.
A woman entered the room, holding a clipboard, disrupting Larry's wonder. She smiled at the line of people. "Welcome, everyone."
The woman was dressed nicely. She wore a standard office outfit: a knee-length tight skirt and a button-up blouse.
She held up the clipboard, scanning whatever was written on it. "You all will be given to one of our scientists; your job is to assist them and keep them protected at all times." She explained. "You all have a strong background and some master in physical strength, so you may use that power to protect them. Is that clear?"
His suspicions were correct. Bodyguard it was.
The woman approached those in line, handing them a small piece of paper.
"These are your pamphlets. You will read them all the way through and sign where your signature is asked to be. If you have changed your mind about working with us, you will be killed."
Larry was only phased by what the woman had said once someone repeated it.
"Killed?"
Larry looked up at the woman quickly upon hearing those words.
The woman nodded. "Read the pamphlet, and you will understand."
Holding the dinky paper in his hand, he wasn't sure what this job was anymore. What type of place needs a bodyguard per scientist?
BLACK HOLE INCORPORATED
The front of the pamphlet had large bold letters, naming what Larry assumed was the facility he was in now.
Black Hole Incorporated is where many different scientists join to study, research, and test the unknown.
If you are reading this, Welcome to BHI, the laboratory where all the world's mysteries have been discovered.
BHI is a family-friendly facility where we work on finding those unknown things in life and making them a part of the regular world.
Aliens, Myths, Alternate Universes, Time Travel, and Teleportation—BHI is here to normalize those words.
Call us the real-life Men in Black, or perhaps the evolution of the future. Here is where change happens.
A picture printed in black and white was shown.
This is a UFO, according to people today and the government.
There was another photo under it. The photo was of a large ship, or so it looks, made of metal. There was a large glass window and, from what the image showed, seats inside. In a way, it looked like a submarine.
This is a real UFO, a ship made by actual aliens. It looks like human work, right?
Larry looked at the other page, staring at your stereotypical alien.
People and the government call this an alien, but just like the UFO, you are incorrect. Aliens look nothing like triangle-headed beings or creatures with long tails; an Alien looks precisely like a human.
There are ways to tell an alien is different from a human.
You will learn more about this topic once you have been hired.
You will be given your Alienology book to review these topics.
"None of this is true. Aliens aren't real." Someone said, dragging Larry out of his state of disbelief.
Larry, himself, didn't believe in aliens... maybe the thought of life on different planets, but not aliens on earth, no.
The woman smiled softly. "You don't believe in Aliens?"
The person who was talking scoffed. "Well, of course not, they're not real—"
There was a gunshot, causing Larry to flinch. It wasn't loud enough to make his ears ring but loud enough to make his blood run cold.
Larry's eyes went wide, and the corpse of the person just speaking fell face forward; a bullet had gone through the back of their head. Their blood slowly pooled onto the tiles.
Before he could even process the sight, a scream erupted from another man just down the line.
A second gunshot echoed through the room.
The realization of the danger Larry was now in clicked in his mind.
Family-friendly my ass.
"Does anyone else want to say they don't believe in Aliens?" the woman asked, her demeanor calm and collected.
No one dared to move.
Larry looked back at his pamphlet.
Now that we've given you a bit of information about what we work with, here is a tiny hint of what else you might find here:
Alienology
Mythology
Astrology
Exobiology
Astrogeology
Quantum Mechanics
Chronopharmacokinetics
Neuroscience
And so much more.
"When you finish your pamphlet, please inform us, and we will give you a pen so you can sign the contract," the woman spoke in the distance, but Larry kept his eyes on the pamphlet.
Some of our leading scientists have mastered these topics and have found ways to give humanity an advantage.
Before you turn in your pamphlet, here are the warnings of what might happen to you if you sign this and work at BHI.
Your death will be paid for. If you die on the field or in the hands of a BHI accident, your family will be informed, and you will be buried as usual.
You cannot tell anyone about BHI. The world is not ready to know what we do for work here at BHI. If you tell anyone other than your coworkers, you will be assassinated without hesitation.
Due to the mental trauma that BHI might have on the human brain, you will have the option to take medication for your PTSD or even be brainwashed.
If you wish to quit BHI, depending on what your role was here with us, you will be killed or brainwashed.
Brainwashing side effects include Amnesia, losing the ability to walk or use your limbs, nerve damage, eyesight damage, and slowness.
Now, because you are new here, you must sign the pamphlet. If you do not wish to work with us, you may leave.
The pamphlet ended. Larry flipped to the next page, and there was where he needed to sign. He looked up; people were already signing the paper.
'You may leave'. What a fat fucking lie.
Larry sighed and walked forward.
"May I have a pen?"