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Depressing lights illuminate the old, grimy laboratory, lacking any sign of life for a facility with posters promoting workplace positivity and tidiness. You step into a room-- Doctor Boris Harrison's office. You don't really know who that is, but he sounds important and smart and potentially evil. Coming across a computer, it suddenly flickers to life. Static flashes, before a figure appears. Oh look, it's me! No, wait, I should probably be using quotation marks when talking to you. Yes, you. Yeah, I think this is called a Y/N fic, but I could care less. What matters is that you're here.
I clear my throat as I face you through the computer screen; “ Hello. My name is Soil. You don't know me, and I don't know you. I think it would be a great idea for us to get to know each other. ” My hand extends and gestures over the room-- dust has been piling up in the corners ever since the laboratory had been left for dead, and rats are looking at the both of us curiously, like we weren't supposed to be here-- which, to be fair, we shouldn't be. I don't know what your reason is for coming in here. Were you curious? Investigating? Or did you lose someone and suspected the Project had something to do with this? Either way, it really doesn't change a thing.
“ I bet you're confused. What's a teenager doing messing around with a computer from a place you could probably compare to Poppy Playtime if it was all nerdy sci-fi bullshit at, like, 9 PM? Well, I'm here because I've been waiting for an audience! What're you curious about? Come on! Don't you wanna know the stories oh so significant to the fate of this facility? ” I smile, before putting on a faux-thinking expression. Tapping my finger against my chin, I let out a small 'hmm...'.
“ You're probably thinking... Is there a story where there's romance and love and absolutely no reality to the predicament each character is in? Perhaps you'd rather focus on ships and kisses rather than what that means for the pair itself.
Oh, but you're probably not that shallow... Maybe you're expecting gut-wrenching angst that'll make you cry just seeing one of the characters in anguish, praying that everything will be okay in the end. Now that's no fun! That just makes it edgy.
But maybe...
You just want to go with the flow!
Now that's more like it! You'll like it, I hope! ”
The screen flickers, revealing three doors. A gear, a buttercup, and an eye is carved into the front of each one.
“ I wonder which story you want to see! Please, choose one door, And I'll deliver! If I'm able to, that is. But fret not-- I'm sure we both have lots of time. ”