#facilties

[plumbus-central]

a peek into the lives of a random pair of a rick and minnie

[teine-mallaichte]

Complex 27 Master list

World building:

The facility - overview

Welcome to complex 27

The liberation front (and overview of the main living weapon producers and organisations)

Characters:

Strained Bonds - Character Profiles

Concept art for "strained bonds" characters

Concept art for "On The Run" characters

Redesign of Ash and Charlie before the escape.

Art of Alex and Sam before the escape.

Master lists:

On The Run - Sam, Alex, Charlie and Ash escape from complex 27.

Event fic lists:

AiLessWhumptober List

Whumptober List

Angstober

Comfy-vember (mainly Ash and Alex centric)

Character specific tags and masterlists:

Asset 43 - Jane

Asset 44

Asset 47 - Paul master list

Asset 48 - Ben

Asset 71 - Matt

Asset 77 - Ash masterlist

Asset 84 - Alex masterlist

Asset 83 - Sam masterlist

Asset 85 - Charlie master list

Asset 91 - Jess

If anyone wants to send a request or prompt for any character, or combination of characters, just shout.

[mothpile]

and now, all my New Guys have been uploaded to artfight (unless i decide to put God up there too. idk.) i wonder if the same thing that happened when i put up my hollow knight ocs will be the case now. That is to say, My ocs 'fandom related' will be targeted with precision relentlessly,

[luvclimber]

☆SUGGESTIVE TIME- I haven’t posted about my Facilty Au of Jay soooooo here- The black liquid is I guess you can think Dem- Since he’s a slime parasite in my Au- ANYWAY HERE- THE LIGHTING IS SO SHITTY LOL I RUSHED THROUGH THIS-☆

[undistortedworld]

guess who got covid :( i was so proud of myself for avoiding it up until now as well :(

[colddeadfingerpeeler]

I always saw Reagan as the Marlboro man: tough, independent, diseased.

Last Week Tonight With John Oliver, 11x14

[formeryelpers]

We Care Skilled Nursing Facility, 21863 Vallejo St, Hayward, CA 94541

My uncle is currently staying at We Care, which is a rehab facility staffed by nurses. It’s smaller, with only 28 beds. I think they have two patients per room. The building is older but it’s clean. There’s an outdoor area where residents can get some fresh air, a TV room, and lots of activities.

Because it’s for rehab, patients can’t stay longer than 3 months. But during that time, they receive excellent care. My uncle had a lot of good things to say about the facility, mostly about how he’s treated and how he receives physical therapy twice a day. He also likes talking to the other residents. The nurses are helpful and kind. At least one speaks Chinese.

He did complain that they’ve move him around to different rooms all the time and that he thinks some of his items have gone missing, but I’m not sure if he did lose anything. He couldn’t name what went missing.

The lunch didn’t look too bad: mystery meat cubes, boiled cabbage, macaroni salad, melon, juice, milk. He complained about the food at first but said it wasn’t bad this time. Also, he said the TV room used to be closed on weekends but now it’s open.

It's in a residential area and has parking on the side.

4 of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[smsone1]

Ensuring Hygiene and Compliance: Sanitary Disposal Services

Sanitary disposal services play a critical role in maintaining clean and hygienic restroom facilities in various settings, including commercial buildings, healthcare facilities, educational institutions, and public venues. These services are designed to ensure proper disposal of sanitary waste such as feminine hygiene products, diapers, and medical waste, while also adhering to strict regulations and environmental standards.

In today's world, maintaining cleanliness and hygiene is paramount, especially in shared spaces where people congregate. Sanitary disposal services offer a comprehensive solution to manage and dispose of waste safely and responsibly, mitigating health risks and promoting a hygienic environment for all occupants.

Key components of sanitary disposal services include the provision of specialized waste disposal bins designed for the safe containment of sanitary waste. These bins are equipped with features such as hands-free operation, odor control mechanisms, and secure locking systems to ensure discreet and hygienic disposal.

Sanitary disposal services also encompass regular collection and disposal of waste by trained professionals using designated vehicles equipped with appropriate safety measures and waste handling procedures. This ensures that sanitary waste is removed from premises promptly and disposed of in accordance with regulatory requirements and environmental best practices.

Furthermore, reputable sanitary disposal service providers prioritize sustainability and environmental stewardship by implementing eco-friendly waste management practices. This may involve recycling or safely disposing of waste in ways that minimize environmental impact, such as energy recovery or incineration in specialized facilities.

In addition to maintaining hygiene standards, sanitary disposal services help businesses and organizations remain compliant with health and safety regulations governing the handling and disposal of sanitary waste. By outsourcing these services to experienced professionals, organizations can focus on their core activities while ensuring compliance and promoting a clean and healthy environment for employees, customers, and visitors.

In conclusion, sanitary disposal services are essential for upholding hygiene standards, ensuring compliance with regulations, and promoting a safe and healthy environment in various settings. By partnering with reputable service providers, businesses and organizations can effectively manage sanitary waste and contribute to the well-being and satisfaction of their stakeholders.

[proptechnology]

In the dynamic realm of facilities management, the traditional approach of reactive maintenance is giving way to the more proactive strategy of predictive maintenance. The central tenet of predictive maintenance lies in the ability to anticipate and address potential equipment failures before they occur, ensuring a seamless workflow and minimising disruptions. As industries become increasingly reliant on technology and automation, the implementation of facilities management software with predictive maintenance capabilities becomes a strategic imperative.

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[teine-mallaichte]

Day 20 @ailesswhumptober - Prompt: “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”

Ben finds Ash injured.

CW: injury, blood, bleeding, mention of stabbing, mention of death, dehumanisation.

AiLessWhumptober List

Complex 27

Ben swore under his breath, staring down at the blood that wouldn’t stop seeping through his fingers. “I’m not qualified for this shit.”

“Not… like you to look panicked,” Ash rasped, his voice thin and strained, a weak crooked grin - more of a grimace than anything - on his face.

“Shut up,” Ben snapped, biting open a packet of gauze with his teeth, his hands trembling despite his efforts to keep them steady. “You’re not supposed to get stabbed. You’re the assassin—you’re supposed to stab them.”

Ash let out a rasping chuckle, which quickly turned into a wince, his face tightening in pain. “I did stab them... Just didn’t... see the bodyguard,” he wheezed, his words broken by shallow breaths.

Ben gritted his teeth, pressing the gauze firmly against the wound on Ash’s side. He could feel the dark, warm blood spilling over his hands—too much blood. The metallic scent mingled with the acrid odor of burnt debris from his own mission, churning his stomach. He forced himself to remain focused, to push through the rising tide of panic. “You’re lucky I found you when I did,” he muttered, voice rough as he applied more pressure, feeling Ash's body flinch beneath him. “Stay still. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Ash grunted in response. “Hate… bodyguards,” he murmured, the words trailing off into a shallow gasp.

Ben’s heart kicked into overdrive as he watched Ash’s eyelids flutter again, a sign that the assassin was slipping.

“Hey. No.” Ben’s voice came out sharp and commanding, the usual calm shattering under the weight of his fear. He grabbed Ash’s hands, pressing them firmly over the gauze, ignoring the slick warm liquid that coated his fingers. “Listen to me. You need to hold this. Keep pressure on it. You hear me?”

For a moment, Ash didn’t respond, his glassy eyes staring past Ben as if he were already miles away. Dread twisted in Ben’s gut urgency flooding his voice. “Ash! Focus. You have to keep holding it.”

Slowly, Ash’s fingers twitched, tightening weakly against the gauze as he struggled to follow the order. “Good. Just hold it there.” Ben forced his voice to level out, even though his heart was pounding in his chest, adrenaline burning through his veins. He scanned the area, mind racing. They weren’t far from the extraction point, but with Ash like this? It might as well be a hundred miles away. There was no way he was going to make it on foot.

Protocol told him to leave Ash behind. An incapacitated asset was a liability. If they couldn’t keep up, they were written off—handled by recovery teams later, if they even made it that far. Ben had followed this rule more times than he could count. He and Paul had always agreed: follow orders, play the game. It was how they survived.

But as he stared down at Ash, saw the pallor of his skin and the blood pooling beneath his hands, something inside him rebelled. He couldn’t leave Ash behind—not like this. Not when there was still breath left in him. Not when Ash was still trying, despite the odds stacked against him.

Ben clenched his jaw, making his decision in an instant. “I’m going to carry you,” he said firmly.

Ash blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy, struggling to focus on Ben's face. He mumbled something—likely an objection to being carried—but Ben ignored it. He slid an arm under Ash’s shoulders, wrapping another under his knees. Ash was lighter than he'd expected, a flash of concern sparked in his mind but he pushed it aside, there were more pressing matters.

Ash's head lolled slightly, his body growing heavier, and Ben felt panic creep back in. He risked a glance down; pale skin, slick with sweat. “Paul will be... pissed... you broke protocol,” Ash rasped, his voice strained and words starting to slur.

Ben fought to keep his focus as he navigated the debris, heart racing with each step. “He’ll get over it,” he replied trying to sound calm, his eyes darting around, scanning for any signs of trouble, any threats lurking in the shadows.

They needed to reach the extraction point - quickly.

Leave the liability behind. Follow protocol.

He was almost certainly going to be punished for this.

It wasn't that he'd never broken protocol before; it was just that it had usually been in small, inconsequential ways - the odd conversation that skirted into forbidden territory, the times he'd almost missed curfew, the fact that he was friends with Paul. Nothing as overt as this.

“Just… stay awake,” Ben urged, his breath coming in short bursts as he navigated the wreckage. The sounds of distant chaos—the echo of gunfire, crackle of occasional fires, the odd voice over the comms—were muted, overshadowed by the weight of Ash in his arms.

Ash’s eyelids fluttered again, his gaze unfocused as he struggled to stay conscious. “Paul's gonna... be... pissed,” he repeated.

The extraction point was close, but with Ash’s condition worsening, it felt like a distant dream.

“Stop worrying about Paul,” he ordered, his voice steadier than he felt.

They rounded a corner, and the extraction point loomed ahead. He could make out the silhouettes of figures—Facility staff. His chest tightened at the thought of the punishment that was likely waiting. No one would congratulate him for saving Ash. He knew the truth—they were just assets, expendable and replaceable. That was the reality. Protocol existed for a reason—probably.

Two members of the extraction team stepped forward as they arrived, blank expressions, as if they were already calculating the most efficient way to deal with the two assets before them.

"Asset 48, report," one of them demanded, as a handler - Sergeant Kerr - appeared behind them. The sight of him made Ben’s stomach knot. Kerr was always meticulous, never leaving room for mistakes or disobedience.

And this? This was going to be a problem.

“He... 77 was compromised,” Ben said, keeping his voice steady. “Took a hit after completing the mission. I couldn’t leave him behind.”

Kerr’s eyes narrowed, his lips tightening into a thin line. “Couldn’t?” His voice was razor sharp, slicing through the air. “That’s not your decision to make, Asset 48. You jeopardized your own mission for an asset who may not even be viable.”

Ben's throat tightened as Kerr's words landed like a punch to the gut. He forced himself to keep his gaze level, swallowing back the defensive retort that burned in his chest. "He completed his mission," Ben said, his voice steady, though the tension in his body betrayed his unease. "He’s still viable."

Kerr stepped closer, his expression devoid of empathy. “I’ll determine if he’s viable. Not you.” The handler’s voice dripped with condescension, his gaze raking over Ash’s limp form, appraising it as if he were inspecting a faulty piece of machinery. “Even if 77 remains viable, his valie does not diminish the fact that you’ve broken protocol. Something that I won’t let go unnoticed.”

Ben’s throat tightened, anger and helplessness bubbling beneath his skin. But he stayed silent, fighting would only make things worse. His muscles tensed, almost instinctively, holding Ash tighter against him.

Kerr’s gaze flicked to the extraction team. "I expect a full report on 77's condition."

Ben forced himself to keep his gaze level, swallowing back the defensive retort that burned in his throat. He felt Ash's warmth leaving him as the recovery team pried his limp form from his grip. His arms feeling cold the moment Ash’s weight was lifted, a hollow ache settling in his chest.

Kerr’s presence loomed, his eyes cold and calculating. "I will be reporting this to your handler. They can deal with you as soon as we are back at the complex.

Ben nodded stiffly, “Yes, Sergeant,” the words feeling like ash in his mouth.

The extraction point felt distant, like a scene from a movie playing out in slow motion. Ben’s mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic jumble of regret, fear, and stubborn defiance. *Had he done the right thing?* *Was Ash's life with breaking protocol?* He could almost hear Paul’s voice in his head, chastising him for his recklessness, for putting them all at risk.

But there was no turning back now. He had made his choice.

[ratsbanes]

Punk kunikida <3

Punk Kunikida 🫶🏼

[tommdale]

Poppy Playtime Theory

(Chapter 3 Spoilers Ahead)

I think that whoever we play as was attacked by Huggy Wuggy during the Hour of Joy

I mean think about it:

(Chapter 3 photo spoilers below)

Whoever we play as is so scared of Huggy Wuggy, while hallucinating (in Home Sweet Home, the gas-induced dream right after entering) we came up with the much scarier version of him, indiciating that he scares us more than the others (because why wasn't it mommy or even catnap in the dream?)

And in the second dream (after being knocked down by CatNap towards the end), we hear the haunting screams of people being murdered during the Hour of Joy while we look at Huggy Wuggy, then the blocks he stands on (the ones that spell his name from Chapter 1)

The Hour of Joy tape that Poppy shows us reveals that he lept from his stand to attack people, meaning that we'd associate the empty stand with the Hour of Joy if we were there for it, right?

AND it's already confirmed that we worked there, with Mommy AND Ms. Delight saying they remembered us. And on top of all that, Ms. Delight thought we were dead. She tells us she remebers us then asks "How are you alive?"

My general theory for the player is that we worked closely with Elliot Ludwig, enough to know what was going on to be haunted by everything that happened, and close enough to Elliot to have remembered the news report about him in our poppy gas induced fever dream

I believe we were attacked by Huggy during the hour of joy and was somehow the sole survivor, thus making our way back to the facilty, haunted with survivor's guilt, wanting to find anyone that survived

If you have any alt theories please tell me :] I am sick and rotting with the release of Chapter 3

[erwinsvow]

you write rafe so good and like you get me like sometimes i’m reading and i’m like “how’d they know😦” so HEAR ME OUT lifeguard!reader (bc i’m a lifeguard at a few country clubs) and i think rafe would be drooling and kelce and top would make fun of him and they’d like break all the rules like back flipping off the diving board just to get readers attention

oh my god first of all i completely adore you!! im so glad yess we must be little brain twins <3 i would love to know which parts made you think that! but here is the best i could come up with for a lifeguard au which is soooo cute but imagine.. its a pogue reader...

rafe knows every pretty girl who frequents the country club, he's made a point of making sure he does. so a fresh face in the crowd stands out pretty easily, especially one like yours.

you're pretty without trying, hair tugged behind you in a ponytail and a simple red one piece, the bottoms covered with denim shorts. it's not the usual kind of outfit for the club, but maybe you're headed out by the pool or something.

he can only see you from the back, though when you turn around, he sees the white cross on the front of your swimsuit. then he sees the boy in matching red trunks next to you, the whistle around your necks and a little first-aid box in your hands. a hot life guard, it doesn't get much more stereotypical than that.

you look around the club, following the boy who can only be giving you a tour of the facilty, with curious eyes like you've never been here before. it's only then a comment from top snaps him into a frankly startling realization.

"can't believe they hire pogues for this shit. wouldn't be surprised if shit started going missing by the pool deck."

rafe thinks normally he'd throw another line in, laugh at what top's saying, but he can't find it in him today. so he keeps watching, the sweet way you smile at a little girl who stopped you to ask for a bandaid, the way you nod while taking in something else in your training.

"alright. you've been staring at that pogue girl for twenty minutes. what gives?" kelce asks finally, after rafe ignores what they've been saying to him for the third time.

"huh?" he snaps back, tearing eyes away from you to look at his idiot friends.

"don't tell me you got hots for the lifeguard. what're you, thirteen?" they laugh, but rafe doesn't.

"shut up." he stands, downing the rest of his drink. "m'goin' to the pool. you loser can come and shut up or stay here and yap."

when he finally gets out there, you've shed the shorts, looking over the kiddie section of the pool with a watchful eye, taking the responsibility of watching brats seriously. he doesn't hesitate, jumping into the deep end with a huge splash, one that gets your attention.

you walk over, making sure whoever that was didn't just fall in, when two boys yell over.

"hey! lifeguard! our friend needs help!" you turn to look back at the boy who's been training you, wondering if you should dive in or wait since you're still in training, when you hear them again.

"not him! you! in the red. hurry!" you don't hesitate, though you're confused, jumping straight in and swimming over to the boy. he doesn't look like he needs help, in fact, he looks like he's floating.

"um, excuse me-" that's all you get out when you get close to him, because he scoops you up like he's rescuing you, carrying you out of the pool like a bride. you kick your feet, yelling out. "hey! put me down! you're not even drowning!"

he sets you down, and you wipe your face, staring up at pretty blue eyes and an arrogant face, once you recognize, one that your best friends hate.

"oh. you. i should have known."

"me? yeah, heard about me, have you? only good things, i hope."

"yeah, no. what the fuck was all that? i thought you were drowning."

"yeah, i was. thanks for the help." confused, soaking wet, and not appreciating his two little sidekicks snickering behind you, you try to get away, when rafe follows.

"so, uh, how long you been working here?"

"it's my first day."

"yeah, i thought so. i never forget a pretty face, so-"

"are you serious?"

"dead serious. and yours is definitely pretty."

"rafe," you say, leaning in closer so he can hear you clearly. "stop hitting on me. i have to work. some of us actually have to work."

"know my name already, huh? what else have you heard-" you roll your eyes, he laughs.

"i heard you're a good swimmer," you say, taking another step closer.

"yeah. from who?"

"i don't know. i'm about to find out." with one hand, you push his chest, and he falls backwards into the pool, the water splashing around your feet. you laugh, watching him bob in the pool, his friends laughing too. "good talk. hope we never speak again."

rafe gets out of the pool, pushing his wet hair back. he calls out after you.

"yeah we'll see about that."

[thr0wnawayy]

Dissecting the Jaku General Hospital Disaster and MHA's failures with complexity

Ahhh, The Jaku Hospital Raid. The point where MHA's story went from it's ever increasing decline to throwing itself right off a cliff.

(boooring)

I think most can agree this event was a travesty writing/plot wise, but how about all of those in regards to MHA's setting. Well that's what I'd like to discuss.

Point 1: A Goal Without a Plan is a Dream

The plan summed up is "fuck around and find out".

The heroes came in to uncharted enemy territory relying soley on brute force, broke a bunch of equipment that did God knows what (for all they knew, it could have been lethal*).

Then they proceed to shoot themselves in the foot by getting too cocky, despite knowing that Shigaraki was undergoing some sort of procedure. X-less shoots a machine that for all he knew could have been a bomb or generator. Why?, because he had a "bad feeling".

* I'm talking potential toxic fumes, gas leaks, accidental combustion, etc

Now let's focus on the evacuation effort...

Oh.

Oh FUCK!

That's it!?. A couple hundred dozen heroes and a select handful of first and third year's.

One of whom, mind you, is strictly combat oriented by the (extremely niche) capabilities of his quirk. What can Bakugo actually do here?, in the worst case scenario (being Shigaraki's awakening) he's limited to one arm and two legs (maybe his mouth?). That will further drag him down due to his quirk relying on both hands to be viable.

And we see this!

Moving along.

Another thing they didn't count on was outside help. The moment Gigantomechia arrives, it throws another curve ball. With the only reason for their survival being Dues-Ex-Machina Best "Dirty laundry" Jeanist.

They failed in the end anyways because a large portion of the LOV+ the MLA escaped.

Point 2: Organisms Used for Nefarious Means

I will keep this section brief

Nomu are in my opinion one of the biggest wastes of potential MHA produced. Going from being unnatural goliaths capable of striking dread into the hearts of even the long standing No1 Hero, to being undead cannonfodder that heroes can beat up so the audience doesn't question their ethics or (lack of) morality.

It is a sheer miracle that the Nomu didn't leave the heroes worse for wear. This is again more due to Hori relying too heavily on "convince" and not enough on in-world solutions, but I digress.

The Nomu should have been the biggest threat and again, the heroes failed to account for this. They had no way of knowing, sure.

But they should have accounted this early on. What about the civilians, evacuating them isn't enough as seen in Hosu. I mean they were walking into a lab and they had dealt with Nomu facilties before (Kamino)

Were there inpatients during the raid? and if so were they evacuated or did the Heroes say "fuck it." Given what eas allowed at Central Hospital I wouldn't put it past them.

Point 3: A civilians point of view.

I want you to imagine for a moment: You're a civilian and your whole life, you've been told how wonderful heroes are and how they'll always be there, after all they're heroes.

Sure, they may dictate what quirks are "in" and maaaybe they have a tad to much influence over your average person but they're licensed and your not.

Why question it?

Then one day everyone and everything you've known is just blown away. Heroes barge into your house and begin scrambling to get you and your family out of your house before something happens, they dont tell you what.

It is a sloppy and hurried effort, your life's belongings tucked into a small carryon if you're lucky and some plastic bags if you're not. They tell you it's probably only temporary and you'll be back to normal shortly.

Then the nearby Hospital blows up. You and your family can only watch as heroes flee from the scene, some rising into the sky, others sprinting like hell. You barely make it out alive yourselves.

Within minutes everything is gone and it's not until the fightings iver that you hear it. You hear people (you think it's your neighbors) pleading in pain underneath the rubble, a little girl can be heard sobbing somewhere in the torn landscape.

Everything's been torn upside down.

And the heroes, the poeple you've depended on your whole life...

They quit. They say they need to find another line of work.

Is that what you are to them!?. Just another line of work, a number on a tally!?.

Worse still. The NUMBER ONE HERO has just been exposed by his presumed to be dead son for being a child beating, wife trafficking, eugenist with an implication that some, if not all of his children were made against the mother's will.

The current Number 2 murdered a man for the "greater good" (what even is "good" anymore).

The people who were supposed to protect you are quitting in droves, leaving vast portions of city to fall to villains and are refusing to take any responsibility for their negligence and poor planning that made an already bad situation worse.

Oh, also the single most dangerous villain in history has broken out of Tartarus and multiple prisons have been destroyed leading to further destruction.

This is then followed by a "blackout" period. Heroes give zero insight into what they're doing or what their plan is. Mutant discrimination is running wild, support gear is flooding the streets and any protests are being silenced.

So I'll ask you again, how do you react?.

Point 4: Hubris

Over all the entire operation was a complete and utter failure. I see alot of people giving the civilians flack for their strong reactions, but honestly I can't blame 'em.

The issue is Hori paints the narrative to minimize the damage towards the heroes. (For example he characterizes one of Enji's critics as a snobby shut-in surrounded by trash bags). We only ever see the worst aspects of the civilians because Hori has consistently failed to delve into anything beyond surface level emotion/themes.

Eri is a good example, she should be a very different character. She should be allowed to show her trauma and all the "ugly" emotions and baggage that come with that, we as the audience should see the lasting impact being killed repeatedly has had on her.

For example, Eri should be very adverse to touch. A problem that started with her father and was worsened by Kai.

She should be expressing her trauma through play (think reenacting her "surgeries" on dolls)

She should be distrustful and even cold (especially after Mirio abadoned her).

Her inability to smile might stem from a lack of viewing her self as equal to others, viewing herself as more of an object than human being.

But do we ever see this. No.

Because Hori doesn't let us. He simply as a writer, cannot appropriately handle or even seem to grasp complexity and every part of the story suffers because of it.

With the civilians it's no different and as a result Hori whether intentionally or not, twists the narrative to make them seem unreasonable.

This doesn't help when from what we've seen a shocking amount of MHA's main cast are drenched in hypocrisy. The only experiences we've had with the civilian population is through Shigaraki's backstory (bad) Toga's parents (very bad).

It's just not a good look.

Conclusion:

Over-all, the Raid and by extention the war was a mess in every aspect and I personally think the story would have been better off doing something else.

The time wasted here could have gone to any number of things (how about fleshing out the non existant world building) but I honestly believe that it would have been subpar regardless, it's all to apparent Hori had no idea where he wanted the story to go. That can be seen as far back as everything post MVA.

Just, what a mess.

[justplainwhump]

Warrant

Thanks to everyone who stayed patient with me regarding Tyler's story. Here we are.

Tyler's facility is raided by the police.

[Masterpost]

Content (warnings): Implied noncon, facilty whump, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee covering for whumper (idk if thats a thing to tag but anyway), (sort of) parental caretaker.

Time passed differently within the white walls of WRU. It affected even the handlers, who had strict instructions to leave their watches in their lockers. If they had to check the time, they could use their work-equipped tablets outside the cells. If they needed to tell time in a session, they set vibration alerts in their smart bracelets or earpieces. And even for handlers, it was bad enough. Tyler Parker remembered countless moments of leaving the building after work, uniform switched for jeans and T-shirt, squinting his eyes overwhelmingly confused by the position of the sun.

He'd have thought, that experience would have helped him. Given him ways to measure the passage of time without outside cues. 

It didn't. 

In the beginning, he counted. Handlers. Beatings. Showers. Orgasms. 

The voice counting in his head wasn't his own. It was hers. 238's. She'd counted, too. Her unit had been him. He'd caught her doing it, her lips moving, when she was sleep-deprived and high on something. He'd punished her, for wanting to know something that wasn't hers to know. She should only know one thing, he'd said, and that was how to be good for her betters. 

She'd stopped counting, then. At least, he hadn't caught her again. 

He wondered, at what exact number that had been. What her count would be, by now. At what number it ceased to matter. 

Tyler stopped earlier than she had. But then again, maybe she'd stopped twice, too. Maybe she'd thought the same thoughts before the Drip. Maybe he would, too, after. He almost laughed hysterically, thinking about it. About going through all this, again. Just that the people torturing him would be strangers then, the very same people whom he knew now.

People like Jared Grimm, Head Handler of the facility, Tyler's supervisor. Had Tyler counted, he'd know if it was the second time, or the third, that it was Grimm's hand in his neck, pressing him onto the padded table. Maybe even the fourth. 

Grimm wasn't sadistic in his fucking. He was methodical, cold, detached. Working through a routine.

"Fucking. Idiot," Grimm breathed into his ears between thrusts. "It didn't. Have to be."

It did, Tyler thought, as a strained whimper escaped his lips. It did have to be. 

"Jared," someone said, far away. "There's a call from the reception, they need you."

The hand in his hair vanished. The weight on his back. The breath in his neck. The strain in his ass. 

Grimm didn't even slap his butt. He was just gone, leaving Tyler exposed and cold.

Not for long though. "Hey, pretty boy," Dinah Richardson purred. "You look so lonely."

Tyler closed his eyes.

Time passed.

-

Jared Grimm stared at his knuckles, stark white as he balled his fist on top of his desk. He willed himself to unclench his hand. He was head of this facility, he reminded himself. He had worked hard to get to this position. He was capable. He had it under control.

"Say that again," he asked into his phone.

"The police," the receptionist repeated flatly. "FBI. They're here with a warrant."

Jared exhaled sharply. "Let them in. I'll meet them in the hallway."

*

The officer in charge was a tall woman, around his age, late forties, he guessed. Long, brown hair that started graying at the temples, tied back in a pony tail. A vaguely familiar face. And a chilling stare that bore right into his eyes. 

"Mr Grimm," she said. "I hope you don't intend to stop me or my colleagues. We have a warrant. And anything you do to hinder me will only make your situation much worse."

Jared raised his hands in an inviting gesture. "No, of course. We fully support law enforcement." Financially, he thought grimly. Enough to avoid situations like this, he'd wagered. This woman didn't seem to have gotten the memo, though. He forced his lips to curl into a polite smile. "What can I do for you?"

"I am here to arrest Ms Carly Thompson and Mr Tyler Parker, both WRU employees."

Jared blinked.

Parker. Fuck. No. That couldn't be a coincidence. "I…" Jared's mouth felt dry. He forced himself to keep his gaze level, not to double check the state of his uniform pants. He hadn't even had the time to wash Parker off of him. "I… I'm sorry, I don't know everyone's schedules, I… I can confirm they both work here, but I'm actually not sure they're in today. It's pretty early, and-"

"I am sure." Her smile was icy. "Your receptionist has already told me that Ms Thompson checked in for duty this morning. As for Mr Parker, he seemingly didn't, but I… I actually do have a hunch we can find him here, Sir. And that you know exactly where he is." She folded her arms. "Get. Me. Tyler. Parker. As in, Tyler Parker himself, him able to recall his name, his mother, his past, and the crimes he committed." She lifted her chin. "Not trainee pet 002243."

Jared flinched violently. What the fuck. She couldn't know. Not what happened here, not even vaguely. But definitely not in detail. Not in this detail.��

The muscles in her jaw tensed at his reaction. She'd guessed. A shot in the dark. And his reaction had just confirmed it. Fuck. 

How could she have made such a precise guess, though? She knew his number. Nobody who wasn't in this building right now did. How-

"We are in possession of a video that has been filmed in this facility." Her voice was hard. "It shows Mr Parker and Ms Thompson drugging and torturing Ms Zsuzsanna - Suzy - Kowalski, threatening to make her into a pet. Ms Kowalski had been reported missing some days ago, then showed up in a hospital with no memory and serious brain damage. She isn't in a condition be interrogated. But we have proof, on this video, that all of this happened in here, in your facility, Mr Grimm."

It couldn't be. They had people for this, people that made sure WRU management knew before the authorities showed up in one of the facilities. And they would, he told himself. WRU could set this right. They always did. 

Only question was, who would the company let take the fall for it. And this cop? She'd just put his name on top of that list. 

Fuck.

This time, Jared controlled his face better. "I don't believe that's-"

"Mr Grimm," she cut him off. "Again. I do believe that. That video is… not shy on the details. And I would love to bring you and your entire fucking company down for it. I'm a very good investigator, you know."

Jared busied his fingers with straightening his jacket and tried a confident smile. It didn't work out the way he wanted. Still. There'd been something in her phrasing, something not entirely final. "I feel like you are going to present me with another option."

She raised an eyebrow. "Only if I get both suspects, in a state that allows them to be tried. And if you need to go make an immediate call to make sure Mr Parker is taken off from whichever drugs you use to mess people up, please, do so. Because I swear, if he doesn't remember his mother's face, it's not him going to jail, it's *you*, Grimm, personally. And I'm not going to stop at that. I might not be as good as you and your company are at destroying a life, but for you, I'll certainly do my fucking best."

"I…" Grimm stared at her. She was dead serious. "I… I think I didn't get your name, Officer-?"

"Ashley Browne." She smirked. "I didn't take my wife's name."

Her wife. That's how he knew her, how that face seemed familiar. There'd been a photo they'd taken from Parker's and the journalist's apartment, the two of them with his mother and another woman, who- Yeah. That tracked.

"Parker," he mumbled. "That would be your wife's name, wouldn't it?"

"Indeed it would," she confirmed. "So you better hand my stepson over right now, or I will make sure we turn around every last brick in this building and see what else we find."

"Oh no. No no." He shook his head. "You don't have the authority to do that."

"You want to bet on it?" She lifted her chin and raised the paper in her hand. "While we're here, with this warrant, my guys will listen to me, not you. And I'll have them turn on their body cams. Let's see how much we can find - how much we can film - until your bosses call my bosses and my bosses call me; such a hassle, only with the same old result that you need fall guys and Carly Thompson and Tyler Parker must be it. The more we see, though, the more names add to the list. Higher up the ranks."

"I-" Jared's mind raced. It couldn't possibly be. Carly would keep her mouth shut, with the right payment, just sit her time, be released, take the money and burn through it in some seedy beach hotel at the other end of the world. Parker however. The stupid asshole was a fucking liability. The attack on Alex. The pet lib journalist. That video appearing from nowhere. They should've put him on the Drip right when they'd brought him in. They should've shipped him out to another facility. They should've - 

They shouldn't have played this lightly. But they had. 

And now, the police officer in front of him nodded at her uniformed colleagues, lifted her hand in a sweeping gesture. "Search every room, every cell, every office. Turn on your cams, get a good look on every face you can find, trainee, employee, service worker, every single face, until we've found our guys. Clear?"

Jared had no choice. That woman was a fucking nuisance, but he couldn't take any other risk.

"Wait," Jared called. "I… I think I know where to find them. I'll make a call."

Browne stepped back and lifted her hands. "Good. Lead the way."

-

It was even worse than she'd expected. And Ashley had seen the videos. She had expected bad. 

The boy - even at 24, even a head taller than herself and twice her weight, she'd never brought herself to seeing him as a grown man - was curled up on the oddly colorful tiles of a shower room. He was naked, his light skin mottled with bruises of various colors and shapes. Some from weapons, bats or batons, she figured. Most from hands. 

She had to force herself to stand still. Not to fall to her own knees besides him, to run a hand through his wet blond strands, to hug him and shield him. Not to draw her gun and empty it into the smirking handlers around them.

"Our handlers sometimes get handsy with each other, after a stressful shift," Chief Handler Grimm said from behind her. His voice had a nervous pitch to it, but still, she swore she could hear a kind of glee in it. The knowledge, that this blatant lie, like so many others, would stay unchallenged. "We condemn any sexual relations at the workplace, but- I guess you know how it is."

"You don't get to assume what I know, Mr Grimm," she said flatly. "I'm a cop. What I know is what sexual assault looks like."

"It was consentual," another man said, and idly kicked a piece of soap over to Tyler. Ashley flinched, when it hit his side, the boy too weary to react. "Tell them, T. We had fun."

"It was consentual." Tyler's voice was all but a hoarse croak. Ashely's stomach turned. "It was."

"See?" Grimm said to her, and to him, "Clean yourself up, Parker, and get dressed."

Tyler struggled to push himself up to his knees, his hand shaking as he weakly reached out for the piece of soap.

It took Ashley a second to remember her duty. To remember that she was here to betray all her beliefs in law and order. Making a deal that was far from any justice. Saving her wife's boy. Who - given what Tara had told them - might as well have deserved all of this. But Ashley wouldn't be the judge of that.

She was here for Diane. She was here to get him out. Whatever the price.

"Tyler Parker," she said, a part of her wondering when she'd addressed him like that the last time. Tyler Frederick Parker, you call that cleaning up your room? It felt like yesterday. It felt like another lifetime. "Tyler. You are under arrest."

He sobbed.

Ashely told herself it was with relief.