Chapter 1 – ” B̵O̸R̵I̶N̶G̴ ̵B̷O̴R̵I̷N̴G̶ ̷B̶O̸R̶I̸N̵G̷ ̵”
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It was considered by the few that knew of its existence to be the most secure prison that was ever made.

Five hundred and twelve near superhuman guards. Five miles of meticulously maintained barbed wire. Ten-foot concrete walls reinforced with iron rods. Five hundred tons of steel crafted into the many doors that called the facility home. And enough classified world-ending weaponry to make the local aliens sweat. 

Located smack dab in the middle of "classified" the BHCC, also known as Bernards Humanoid Calamity Containment, was well known to world leaders as the only facility in existence that could reliably contain some of the most dangerous humanoid creatures that roamed the earth.

Creatures, not humans, as those that were held here lost their right to be called human long ago.

Containing humanoid prisoners that ranged from psychopaths to children; there was a story behind each inmate along with a good reason behind each one's containment.

There was even a few monsters chained down in several special containment cells throughout the facility. From fishmen to a certain politician's ex girlfriend the BHCC held things that no man would ever willingly meet face to face.

Although there were a few close calls here and there often resulting in the death of a few hundred guards, adding or subtracting a few depending on if the inmate made the effort to thoroughly extinguish the life of everyone and anyone they came across, the BHCC retained an impressive record of not allowing any of its inmates leave the facility alive.

The prison and its staff worked hard to successfully keep that record within an iron grasp.

Well.... that was until.

Pop!

A certain man in a Grey Suit fizzed into existence with a resounding pop.

Readjusting a teal tie and straightening his grey blazer that bordered on the edge of white and grey the man frowned as he cracked open a golden pocket watch that hung by his lapel.

It seemed as if he was a few minutes late. Sigh, cross-dimensional travel was so fickle.

No bother,  he chuckled. He never made an appointment in the first place.

Tipping his hat as he walked by the man sauntered right through the entrance of the BHCC as its five-foot thick solid steel doors opened just for him. The guards stationed in front of the door stood motionless, and the door quickly closed with a subtle hiss. It was as if the man had never walked by.

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Meanwhile, not to far away in a small well lit room divided by a rather thick layer of bullet-proof glass someone was having their weekly psychiatric review. And as usual, it was just immensely frustrating for all involved.

" Boring... Boring..... BORING!!!!! It's just been so boring around here, can't you understand ? "

Alister couldn't help but smash his handcuffed wrists across the table as he madly gestured to the redheaded woman sitting behind the thick layer of glass.

" There's just nothing to do around here. I can't find anything to entertain myself with you see, I couldn't help myself darling. "

Alister's fingers hit the metal table once more, slowly dragging along the cold metal surface as he slowly enunciated every syllable of the word darling. Leaving it hanging in the air like a cheap perfume.

After a few seconds, the old speaker hanging above the boy cackled to life as the woman on the other side of the glass spoke into the microphone in front of her. Her forehead wrinkled into what Alister interpreted as disgust.

" I'm sorry Mr Alister but as I recall we did install a small working television inside your cell last week to relieve you of this.... this boredom you speak of.  And secondly, I must again demand you refer to me as doctor Shermain, not doll nor sweets and most definitely not darling,

Alister slammed the metal table once more, leaving quite the noticeable dent.

" Come on, Miss Shermain buddy old pall you can't treat me like this you've been my psychiatrist for.... two months now !! and ...."

Alister paused

 Playing with a few numbers on his fingers before proudly looking up at the doctor and smiling.

" That's a record !!! We're closer than you think."

In fact, to Alister Dr. Shermain was probably the prison staff member that he was closest to at the moment, most other faculty members wore metal facemasks. Well other than that lovely little lunch lady that served the best coleslaw ever, but she never came around too often. In fact, she stopped coming altogether a few months ago to Alister's despair.

The doctor was slowly getting fed up with Alister's flamboyant tone and carefree attitude, along with his complete disregard of status.

" Mr. Alister after you escaped your cell and shoved a guard into the incinerator last week while shouting ' You do not spark joy ! ' and ' all hail Marie Kondo ' those actions do not, in fact, make me relate nor wish to get close to you. So I must insist you keep your twisted feelings to yourself."

This time it was the doctor's turn to slam the table. Although notably much softer and with an audible "Hmhmph" to follow.

Smiling Alister drew his face closer to the bullet-proof glass. One of the hulking guards behind him taking a few steps closer and drawing a laser rifle.

Alister couldn't care less, almost pressing his face up against the glass as he stared the doctor right in the eye.

" But she didn't spark joy and got on my nerves you see? Just like that atrocity you call eyeliner. Did your power cut out halfway through your morning makeup routine, because it's obvious something went wrong doll.  "

Dr Shermain's wrinkled hands crashed upon the table on her side of the bulletproof glass wall once more, her eyebrows trembling in anger.

" I'm sorry, Mr. Alister but I am tired of your adolescence. I believe it is the correct time to end this session at this instant. "

About to stand up from her chair a metal masked assistant walked into the room and handed Dr. Shermain a small piece of paper. Smirking Dr. Shermain laughed and spoke into the microphone once more.

" Oh yes, and Mr. Alister, your requests for cigarettes and orange soda were not approved by the warden. "

The doctor paused for a moment regaining her serious facade.

" Guards take him away. "

Two faceless and heavily armed brutes emerged from behind Alister, each one grabbing one of the boy's arms in a coordinated effort to quickly take Alister back to his designated cell. With or without his compliance.

Eyes growing wide in shock as he was dragged out of the small interview room Alister couldn't help but cry out in grievance.

" But I haven't been able to get a good puff in for a year. Tell the Warden ill kill for a smoke If I have to !!!! "

As Alister was dragged out of Dr Shermain's line of sight she turned to the assistant next to her.

"Becky, I want three times the guards on him for the next week in case he tries anything. Also, we're doubling his meds to see if that helps. "

The metal masked assistant quickly wrote down the middle-aged woman's instructions nodded and stepped away.

" Oh and Becky ! "

The assistant paused and looked at Dr Shermain once more.

" Is my eyeliner really that horrendous? I know you're into makeup, arent pastels trending? I look gorgeous right? "

The metal masked assistant stood shock still and stared at Dr. Shermains face.

Gulp.

" Becky ? "

" No comment marm, "

" BECKY !!!!! "

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Back in his cell after being ever so rudely dragged through the prison by those brute like guards, Alister found himself laying on his cot and staring at the ceiling. The small television crackling in the corner of his cell, only accompanied by the hum of electricity that pervaded in every room of the damn prison.

Alister slammed the steel wall to his left, doing nothing but making a loud noise. He was starting to get pretty annoyed with his situation after a year of being locked up. Not only has he deprived of fun locked inside this horrible government-funded facility, but he was also deprived of the basic modern comforts that made his life so much more convenient.

The basics such as cigarettes, orange soda, makeup, chainsaws, knives, and even toilet paper were denied to him from the moment he was captured by those strange men and that one woman wearing exo-combat-armor.

" God dammit, even studying was more fun than getting locked up in this dump, "

Desperate to find something to do Alister tried surfing the channels on the static television located in the corner of his cell.

" Today we're going to teach you how to cook..... "

Nope

" Welcome  to our daily yoga.... "

Most definitely not

" The stock market dropped 100 points after....."

He was in jail, why would he care for the stock market???

" Back to my 1000 pound life .... "

God no.... just no...

Sigh...

In the end, Alister found himself staring listlessly at the three-foot thick solid steel door of his cramped cell.

Well, he could always try to escape. He did get pretty close last time. 

In the end his plans of escape were crushed by the gigantic robot they had over on floor one.

The reason why there was a big ass robot that guarded the back entrance was a mystery to Alister. But what he did learn in the end was that the laser blasts it shot out of its mouth hurt like hell.

Even though it was a total waste of taxpayer money he had to admit the thing was actually pretty cool.

About to leave planning his newest escape attempt for the next day Alister turned to waddle back over to his cot only to find a man in a Suit that bordered between grey and white in the corner of his room.

" Hello there Alister I am here to present a job offer to you that's bound to provide the stimulation you desire. "

Only the start of the Insanity <3 

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