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rootiebaga · 3 years

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nobody asked, i know, but heres my departments thus far! (with nicknames, of course)

note! i do use mods, one of them being the ultimate fashion corp mod from reddit, a mod that lets you keep your employees after you reset a run, and some other useful ones

also its under the cut because uh- long

control team! (aka the OGS! (because control team is the first department people unlock when starting a run))

morty (former employee)

-may the brave fool rest, gone, but not forgotten.

rootieee (captain)

-its, its my self insert what do i have to sa

paul

-the most boring in the facility (and the most sane one in the department,)

-just wants to do his job correctly.

-not much to say about him, really

maxim (morty’s replacement after he died, rest in piece morty, you were a brave hero, yet a little dumb after trying to fight a green dawn in the early runs i had)

-morty’s big bro, a little sad that morty died but he didn’t know all that much in the facility,

-takes his job too seriously

-usually chills in the main room alot,

shao

-an absolutely innocent baby, even if they some horrifying abnormalities, they would still think of them as cute

-just, likes being here, many friends for them!

-they also like hugs!

igoree (rip)

-the sleepy employee has come back! wowie

-still sleepy and also hungry,

-the one who doesn’t work all that much

-..”how did she.. die? did she just want to? what in the world happened there? is it because of that behaviour adjustment thing?”

“just forget about it and keep working,”

“but, paul im curious-”

“quiet.”

eden

-woooooo returning!

-one of the calmest people in the department

-probably wouldn’t even be phased by the effect [CENSORED] gives her if we had it

“hey uh, eden? i got something to tell you..”

“go on shao,”

“didn’t... something happen to you? h-how are you even-”

“hey hey, dont worry about that! just, make sure you stay safe, alright?”

information team! (aka the threeks! (named by tom, who is dead, an idiot, and couldn’t count))

tom (dead)

-an idiot

-okay moving on

ryn

-the only one with aleph gear, seriously (edit (draft edition): hes the first one with aleph gear after i got nothing there’s gear, the second being daniel)

-chill once you get to know him,

-likes protecting others with his gear, since, you know

mason

-usually anxious, he doesn’t mean to be though!

-”alright calm down.. never mind this is not the time to calm dOW-”

-probably likes ryn??

eugene

-a little bit crazy, yet kind nonetheless!

-hi

-just wants some friends, unfortunately not many people are willing to befriend her due to her kinda crazy nature

-basically someone who cares for everyone in the facility, y e e

(also whats known as a “bow kinnie” to the control team captain) /j

emma

-looks really kind until you try to talk to her, shes an asshole is what im trying to say

-likes to bite things with the sharp teeth she has, because why not

-absolute chaos

ray

-i dont know why she exists, shes just there

safety team! (aka the wind wielders (named by isabel, cause he likes flutes))

isabel

-brother of gregory

-the second innocent bean,,

-likes playing the flute whenever hes done for the day

-i accidentally gave him crumbling armour’s gift

gregory

-brother of isabel

-prefers acting over playing instruments,

-a bit more serious,

neville (prefers nelville)

-an absolutely tired employee, they just like waiting till everyone is done for the day to go home

-they’d be at home if they weren’t forced by their friend to work here

-hates everything right now

ramirez

-the joyful friend

-wanted to work here because of the people here, so many unique faces!

-likes all things unique, she usually loves trying different things that look nothing alike from the things she tried before

khanna

-the mute employee in the facility, uses notes to communicate

-another sane one, yet still kinda nervous

-a bean

training team! (aka “nobody here is fine” (named for the fact that almost everyone is very nervous, and then we got firenze))

hana

-the one thats sad most of the time

-really helpful for when it comes to working on abnormalities!

-gregory has a crush on them (why would you say tha)

sobin

-before you think of him as edgy, hes not all that edgy personality wise, he just likes the aesthetic

-hes just a really chill and friendly dude

-yes, he can see more with the e.g.o outfit hes wearing, it is pretty strange to him though

firenze

-the narcissist, he really thinks hes the king of this department

-hes wrong its actually hana thats the captain of this department

-nobody likes him

daniel

-actually used to be a clerk! the face was a little different then before but hey, thats fine

-the third pure bean

-hes a really good friend to have!

susan

-what can i say about her?

-well i mean

-shes susan

central command team! (aka where is everyone? (due to there being not many agents here))

geminiano

-the most sane one in the facility (while being the dead inside captain)

-really good when it comes to tech

-”oh sh** did anyone check on mika?”

charlotte

-the bald employee, doesn’t mind being bald, that just means she can take care of the “your bald” abnormality

-”ignore the second mouth i got on my armour, please”

-plays vibe games on roblox

mika

-absolutely. chill

-doesn’t know where he’s going most of the time

-the one that works on child of galaxy everytime

gimtteol

-really bad sight, she doesn’t mind it

-kalm

-nobody can spell her name right

arang (prefers ayang)

-you thought sobin was the edgelord huh? think again

-easily annoyed.

-also was a clerk before

john

-the newbie!

-hes trying okay?

-hes still a little nervous but thats fine!

disciplinary team! (aka f**k (also nicknamed “why do we have red” due to me choosing little red riding hooded mercenary every run where theres disciplinary))

ara

-angy

-another person that takes their job way too seriously but doesn’t mean to

-not really that rude sometimes, but most of the time she can be a bit of an asshole, probably because of something that happened in the past, nobody wants to talk about it though

-lesbian

camille

-has a slightly torn snake tongue, it makes them not able to speak, they mostly make noises like growling,

-nobody knows why their like this, they just are, but dont be afraid to talk to them if you need anything! they usually write what their trying to say

-the expert, especially at finding things, even if they cant speak

tim

-another returning employee! wooooo

-still dead inside, but feeling a little bit better!

-might be the oldest out of everyone

welfare team! (aka “sleep tight” (nobody knows why its called that)

space

-very calm, most of the time doesn’t mind anything, but still does get a little nervous at times

-nobody knows why her eyes are always closed, (ara specified that her eyes look like a galaxy that can only be opened for a couple of seconds because if she opens them for more than a few seconds they’ll start to glitch, when others see it happening, it looks like the galaxy is becoming more like an image other than a real galaxy, parts of the galaxy become misplaced and reverted back to their original place quickly repeatedly (kinda like the select thing in paint, usually in the shape of the rectangular selection though) and parts of the galaxy turn into static and back very quickly and repeatedly. we she sees it happening her vision becomes the same as how other people see the galaxy when it starts glitching, randomly shifting from original place to different place, or from static back to normal, some ominous, glitchy sounds have been heard when this is happening aswell, (i thought of this because of a small dream(?) i had when i was in a certain state of almost about to fall asleep, maybe i was napping i dont really know, it was a strange dream, i dont remember much of it which is expected, i think it was something about discord and some sort of strange thing that had a little timer on it, and after it was done the thing it was in started glitching, the background it was in and even the button that used to be the timer was glitching, i heard some sounds that were glitching a little (it looked like those screens you see when someone’s streaming something on there,) and then i woke up, yeah kinda weird,)

-like eugene, cares for everyone! especially ara, since space herself is the one who helps ara through tough times

courtney

-gets bored alot, just wants to work on the difficult abnormalities

-really snarky

johnson

-a smartass

-yet still a little friendly if they trust you

-i’ll upgrade them soon dont worry (i have upgraded them/him dont worry)

woop!

i’ll probably update this soon, but in the meantime have this, sorry for being dead lately, on both this and my sideblog

#rooty goes onto lobotomy corporation #lobotomy corp #lobotomy corporation

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fatfitallie · 5 years

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Mitch is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

He should be angry at Willy. He should be angry at Auston. Or Naz. He should be so angry, unbelievably angry -- at anyone really, anyone to blame this on. This being the fact that he's actually going to bleed to death on the ground in the forest with wet leaves stuck to his neck and mud splattered across the front of him. Or he should be angry at himself, furious, because he wanted to see a dead body. Because he dragged his best friend into the woods and he ended up a werewolf and Mitch ended up in constant mortal danger. But he's not angry, he's just tired and sad and maybe scared, but that part kind of feels like it's slipping away along with the light.

The worst part, he thinks, is that he wouldn't change any of it. That he'd make all the same decisions, that he'd run into the woods again and again.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my Patty."

---

The first thing Mitch thinks when his eyes open again is, "What?" He blinks a few times, staring into his Patty's face and trying to understand what he's saying. "I'm so glad you're awake. Are you in some sort of relationship with Auston Matthews?" Mitch understands the words, but the sentence doesn't make any more sense than it did the first time.

"I don't understand that sentence." Mitch tries to shake his head to clear it, but he regrets it immediately. Everything is spinning. "I'm in the hospital, right?"

"Yes and I'm very glad you're awake and alive and I'd hug you but you still have a massive healing wound in your side that I don't particularly want to upset." His Patty pauses for just a second. "I'm not comfortable with you dating him."

"Patty, it's 2012, you can't be homophobic."

"I'm not and you know it." His Patty rubs at his chin. "I'm not comfortable with you dating an adult who's had such serious issues with the law. With me. I'm the law." He shrugs a little. "Also, it's 2013."

Mitch feels his eyes go wide because, Jesus Christ, he's been out for weeks and that's not the first thing his Patty mentions? "What?!"

"I'm just kidding. Answer the question."

"Jesus, can I have a minute? I just friggin' time traveled." Mitch loves his Patty and he's really grateful to be alive and awake and all, but Christ. "I don't have any relationship with Auston? Except that sometimes we're in the same room. Or vehicle. Or forest, I guess. Are you asking me this right now because you think I'm too disoriented to lie?"

"Yes." Mitch watches his Patty's face shift through phases -- confused to thoughtful to kind of constipated to confused and finally a loosely resigned exhaustion -- and he hates how much extra worry he's caused, how different he used to look, younger.

Mitch swallows, throat scratching. He's been asleep for days at least. His mouth tastes like sewage. "Is there a reason you're asking?"

"He brought you to the hospital -- carried you, I should specify -- and he's been here almost every day you've been out. Which was four, by the way. I'm curious, is all. Fatherly curiosity. Concern."

Mitch rubs his eyes, grimacing at the drag of crust around them. "This is disgusting. Can I shower? What day is it? What time is it?" Mitch moves to sit up and feels every ounce of energy he'd had a second ago drain out of him through the bandaged gash in his side. "Oh. This feels very bad." He presses his palm to it and the pressure causes a wave of nausea that feels like it comes from his feet. "I hate everything, oh god."

His Patty puts his hand on Mitch' back and holds a kidney bean shaped dish in front of him. "It's mostly the morphine."

Mitch swallows hard and pushes the barf bowl away. "I'm going to not try to sit up again for a while. Maybe ever."

"I'm going out in the hall to check my messages. Jake took my cell phone away from me because she said it was disturbing your rest. I'll be right back."

Mitch closes his eyes for a second and tries to focus on the heat radiating from the gash in his side. Being thrown really far by an Alpha sucked, but taking a ragged tree branch to the ribs was way, way worse. And stupid. Present and active in a fight with half a dozen werewolves and he gets taken out by a tree.

"You're healing fast."

Auston's voice is just startling enough to make Mitch jerk up, eyes popping open. The nausea hits him again and his head starts to spin. "I'm going to throw up. On you."

"Healing, but not feeling great."

"Apparently exposing your ribs to the elements has a really serious impact on your health."

"Showing up unarmed to a territorial pissing contest between werewolves can do that too."

"Oh man, is that literal? Do you mark your territory between training and brooding? That's so gross, man. I hang out in those woods."

If Mitch didn't know better, he'd say Auston almost laughed. "Trade secret. I could tell you, but then I'd have to disembowel you."

Mitch jazz hands a little. "Too late!" He regrets his enthusiasm immediately. "Thanks for not letting me die in the forest."

"I didn't think your Patty would back off so easily if it was you dead out there."

"Wise." Mitch can't help the quirk at the edge of his mouth. "Have you been hanging out here while I was unconscious to further elude suspicion? Or does Auston Matthews... dare I say it? Care?"

Auston responds with his usual blank stare and a half-shrug. "The pack's backed off. It might just be for now. I wanted you to know. Willy punched the Alpha in the face for throwing you into the tree."

"I guess that gives him another three months of best friend title." Mitch grunts and tries to shift in the bed. It hurts. "After that though, we are over. This is ultimately his fault and he should be punished for it."

"Is revoking your friendship really punishment?"

Mitch rolls his eyes. "You should try stand-up."

Mitch' Patty comes through the door, eyes still on his phone. "I've got to head down to the station, but I'll call you when I get home and I'll be here in the morning, okay?" He almost walks into Auston. "Oh. Auston."

"Marleau. I'll leave you two to it. Feel better, Mitch."

Mitch watches his Patty reach out and grip Auston's shoulder. "I'm heading out. Why don't you keep Mitch company 'til visiting hours are over. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

Mitch feels his eyes go uncontrollably wide. Even Auston's expression seems to flutter for a second before steeling again. "Sure. Happy to."

Mitch does not understand at all what is happening in front of him, but he's been awake for like twenty minutes, so he's not exactly on his game. His Patty steps over and squeezes his shoulder. "I'm glad you're awake. You're looking better already. Make sure you get some sleep, so maybe they'll let you out of here tomorrow."

Mitch swallows against the lump in his throat and nods. "Thanks, Patty."

As soon as he's disappeared through the door, Mitch turns to Auston. "Feel better? Who are you?"

"I can't read him like I can most people. His heart's quiet."

"He has some issues with it. I'd have never imagined there'd ever be a reason to be grateful for that before."

Auston shifts his weight from foot to foot. It's almost imperceptible, but Mitch can see the way his muscles flex as he does it. It's shockingly human. "It's strong. You shouldn't worry."

"I'm not, like, totally comfortable with you making commentary on the fitness of my Patty's heart, but thanks?"

Auston nods and falls quiet again, still shifting so slightly.

"Jesus, will you sit down?! You're making me nervous as hell. I'm injured! And nauseous." Mitch groans. "I'm sure having morphine is better than not having morphine, but my stomach really disagrees. I'm so nauseous."

Auston settles in the chair next to Mitch' bed and leans over toward him. He holds his hand out, palm up. "Give me your hand."

"My Patty asked you to keep me company, not court me like a Jane Austen heroine."

Auston tilts his head and blinks slowly, pushing his hand closer to Mitch. Mitch stares stares at it for longer than Auston apparently appreciates and he barks out a loud "Mitch!"

"Okay, sorry, handholding, okay!" Mitch drops his hand tentatively into Auston's, their palms settling together. "This is so forward of you, Heathcliff!"

Auston closes his other hand over Mitch' and closes his eyes. "That's a Bronte, not Austen."

Mitch suddenly feels very warm and very sleepy. It's like the fire in his wound is glowing bright and rushing outward through his whole body, leveling out the pain. He looks down at Auston's arms and there are black streaks running up along the lines of his veins straight from Mitch' hand. "Are you ok--"

"Shut up, Mitch."

Mitch closes his eyes and lets Auston do his werewolf magic, whatever it is, lets himself sink into bed, warm and... safe? He feels really safe. And hungry. His stomach is calm and it's making him want to eat a cheeseburger. Or a steak. A really rare steak. Mitch grimaces. He doesn't like rare meat. "Are you rubbing werewolf magic on me?"

"Shut up, Mitch."

Mitch closes his eyes again and thinks about eating anything other than red meat. Spaghetti. Hawaiian pizza. Chocolate chip cookies and milk. But it's futile and he keeps ending up with a mostly raw steak between his canines.

When the pressure of Auston's hands on his finally disappears, he opens his eyes to Auston settling back in the chair looking a little paler and more tired than he did when Mitch closed his eyes. Mitch feels warm and loose and exhausted and happy. His hand is bright pink and he can feel the flush in his cheeks. "It's nauseated. I meant nauseated."

Auston's eyes are closed, his palms flat against his belly. "Hmm?"

"Nauseous means to cause nausea. I'm nauseated, not nauseous."

"I don't know, your incessant chatter kind of turns my stomach."

Mitch laughs. He can't help himself. He feels like he's on drugs, the good kind that make him happy and forgetful. "That's rude." Mitch turns toward Auston suddenly. "What did you do to me? Am I a wolf? Did you change me?"

Auston shakes his head. "Are you bleeding?"

Mitch does a quick check of his limbs. "No. Well, maybe a little, but that's a preexisting condition."

"I didn't change you. I just took some of the pain."

"Thanks." Mitch is only quiet for a beat. His head is foggy and he's kind of confused. "Wait, what? Are you hurt now?"

"No. Not really. It sort of feels like the end of a hangover actually, just for a few minutes. It's exhausting."

"You can take pain?"

"Yeah. I can't help you heal, but I thought it'd take the edge off the drugs."

"I think it made them stronger." Mitch holds his hand up. It's blurrier than it should be. He should definitely have someone check on that.

"It's euphoria. Draining the pain confuses your chemical processes. Your body still thinks it should be releasing a ton of chemicals for pain management, but there's actually not that much pain to manage. Plus you're on a pretty massive dose of morphine. I can smell it on you. You stink."

"You're so nice." Mitch grins. "Euphoria is so nice."

"Willy never told you he could do it?"

"Willy is an idiot."

Auston actually does smile then, Mitch is sure of it, and it's a nice smile, kind of soft and sleepy, and it lasts just long enough for Mitch to notice the shape of at least four of Auston's teeth. "You have nice teeth."

"You should sleep."

"They're so white. That seems counterintuitive to your lifestyle."

"I got an apartment. I keep a toothbrush there."

"You're almost talkative when you're tired."

"You're talkative even when you're half-dead. You mumbled the entire way to the hospital. Bleeding out on my favorite jacket and you wouldn't shut the hell up."

"Yeah?" Mitch has never heard Auston speak so many consecutive words before. He wasn't sure he had this big of a vocabulary. Or a favorite jacket. Mitch kind of figured there was just the one and a whole closet full of black t-shirts. "What'd I say?"

"You kept threatening to kick the tree's ass. And then you said you were going to carve your name into it, so it would remember you."

"At least you knew I wasn't dead yet?"

"I could hear your heart, I didn't need your mouth."

"That's weird. Your life is weird."

Auston shrugs, eyes still closed, body sunk into the chair. "All I've ever known."

Mitch freezes because those four words are the single most personal thing that Auston has revealed to him ever in the time he's known him. Auston is being nice and talking and he hasn't even threatened to hurt Mitch in the entire time he's been at the hospital. Mitch remembers what his Patty said, that Auston had carried him all that way and been there almost every day. "You're nice."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No, but I am being charitable. It's the euphoria. But you carried me to the hospital and you waited here for me to wake up. And then you made it not hurt so much. You're nice. Thanks."

Auston waves him off. "Self-preservation is the ultimate motivator."

"That's just the wolf. Auston Matthews is nice. You're probably a hugger deep down inside of that male-model-from-hell body. A big, giant hugger. I bet you like cartoons. I love cartoons."

Mitch watches Auston palm his forehead and presses his lips together. Mitch is amazed. That's practically animated for Auston. "Mitch?"

Mitch has just settled back into his pillows, arms tucked under the covers like he likes and his eyes slipping closed every time he thinks about keeping them open. "Yeah?"

"Shut up and go to sleep."

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They don't let Mitch out of the hospital the next day, but the one after and if he thought he felt terrible when he was in the hospital with a morphine drip and catheter, he was so wrong because being home in bed with no catheter -- thank god -- and a Vicodin prescription that his Patty is doling out with the exact tightfisted caution he'd expect is somehow so much worse.

First, he has to do homework and second, no one is there to bring him his meals on a little tray with jello for dessert, and third, he isn't on morphine anymore. He'd trade his slow groaning trek to the bathroom every two hours for the catheter easily and when he gives up trying to get to the kitchen less than ten feet from the stairs he misses Willy's mom so much he almost starts crying. He was wrong about everything before: this is the worst.

He's laying face down on his bed, half-dressed in basketball shorts and socks, exhausted from changing his bandages and starving. His Patty had told him he'd come home at lunch to feed him and change the dressing, but Mitch had told him, "No, no, it's fine. I feel fine. I can manage." because Mitch couldn't stand the guilt of making him miss more work when he was finally back and settled in.

He smells Auston before he hears him and that's disturbing enough because he doesn't wear cologne, this is just Auston and Mitch doesn't understand why he recognizes it so easily. Regardless, it's nice to not be totally startled for once when Auston appears in his bedroom.

Mitch' face is still buried in the pillow, so his words are muffled. "It's really creepy that you can get in here so effortlessly."

"I wanted to check on you. Your Patty didn't come home at lunch."

Mitch turns his head on the pillow to look at Auston. He's touching stuff on the desk and it makes Mitch nervous. "There's a lot I'd like to ask about why you know he was going to and how you always know stuff and why you are the creepiest of all creeps but I feel very bad right now and don't want to work that hard."

"Then shut up."

"I've seen you more than I've seen Willy. That's weird."

"Kappy called. She's not coming back for a while still. He's sulking."

"I can't believe you're admitting to knowing that."

"We're having meetings. He broadcasts."

"The Alpha pack?"

Auston shrugs. "They haven't crossed any more lines. Sid and Geno haven't asked for help. They're just circling."

Mitch rubs his head against his pillow. He's in a lot more pain than he really wants to address and the friction distracts him. "It'll be bad eventually." It's not a question.

"Eventually."

Auston settles in Mitch' desk chair, legs outstretched, half-spinning. Back and forth, back and forth. Mitch wants to throw up a little bit.

"You're sick." Auston leans forward a little. "You haven't eaten."

"I had a fight with the stairs. They won. Effortlessly."

Auston disappears into the house and Mitch settles his face back into his pillow. If Auston brings him food he's... going to be really surprised but also eat the hell out of it.

Auston's gone long enough that he has to shake Mitch awake, so gently it's kind of disarming. Mitch looks up into his face, eyes bleary. "Sit up, Mitch." Auston pauses. "Can you?"

Mitch starts to shift over, but gives up immediately. "It does not feel like it, no."

Auston sets something down on Mitch' bedside, then his hands are closing on Mitch' sides, guiding him and lifting and then suddenly Mitch' is settled against his pillows with a mug of soup in his hand and he already feels so much better he can't believe it.

Auston's back at Mitch' desk, flipping through papers and generally harassing Mitch' stuff and it's making him kind of nervous because there might be secret stuff or embarrassing stuff or Auston might turn on the computer and Mitch is pretty sure the last thing he had open was porn and maybe he and Auston are almost friends now, but there are some things that are just private. But he also has warm tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich because apparently Auston is actually the best.

"You did werewolf stuff. You pain drained me, didn't you?"

"Just a little, so you could eat."

"It makes me very fuzzy."

"I know, I keep hoping it'll shut you up."

"Keep hope alive."

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