Sweet Dreams. [Locked to some_thing_]

[grey_matter]

Grey is going over some paperwork. It's boring. But, nothing is out of the ordinary. Not the unnaturally pristine, white walls of a facility that isn't even supposed to be standing... not the blotted out faces of nobodies in lab coats milling around like ants... not the fact that his left arm is entirely mechanical in nature when, at this point, it

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[some_thing_]

He remembers this, lurking in the ductwork, hunched tight and tense over a grate, his old Batman shades shielding his eyes from the serrated lines of light cast upwards from the room below him. Augustus is in here somewhere, through one of these narrow vents.

Isn't he?

Some crawls on, barefoot and clad in skintight grey, invisible.

[grey_matter]

Someone passes under Some's vent, almost out of view, to another someone. One of them might sound familiar to him somehow. Something about a test subject's levels of... something. The usual science jargon.

[some_thing_]

The sound of the jargon puts Some's teeth on edge, and he's frozen in place for a moment, fingers hooked in the mesh of yet another grating. Needles and drugs and light...

No, he's safe here in the dark, isn't he? And on he goes. There's one grate, and he knows he'll find it soon, and what's he's looking for is on the other side.

Here.

This grate.

[grey_matter]

Grey has shut the door and gone back to his paperwork when... hm. Grey's eyes roll up, slowly followed by his head. For a moment, he thinks Spider must have gotten loose again. But, no... that was only once. And the fault of a careless idiot. Who is obviously no longer living. He squints.

Oh. Oh... Hello. The grin is slow spreading, like some kind of disease. Of course he recognizes the Grue. Of course this is perfectly normal.

....Of course.