Anomilous: N
Supernatural: N
Likely species: Mortal Human
Physical description: Human male, 5'5 with short blond hair and dull eyes. He is wearing TSADF issued lab coat, name tag that reads ████. The lab coat is stained with vomit. His face is gaunt and looks to have a lacked of fat and signs of a lack of sleep.
Likely disposition: energetic
Current Statues: Living
Current Rank: Red Alert Patient
Squad/Job: N/A, was SR 3
Possesions: A note book filled with mixed writtings to be decyphered
Is Possesions currently in Subjects access: N
Current Caretaker: Operative █████████
Relationship with Caretaker: Dependent
Relationship with non-caretaker staff: N/A
Sentience: Y
Inteligence: Average
Immunities: N/A
Pending Requests: Paper
Accepted Requests: N/A
Denied Requests: N/A
Code 3. Use non-lethal force. Subject is heavily paranoid and likely to be behaving abnormally.
First spotted: N/A
Disposition at first contact: N/A
Was first contact with a operative: Y
If aplicable, name of operative: N/A
Captured: N/A
Inducted: N/A
Lost: N/A
If aplicable, is anaomily/supernatural's location currently unknown: N/A
Operative █████████: Alright, Mr. ████, why don't you sit down?
████: Yeah, yeah. Are you recording this?
Operative █████████: Yes. You are aware of how the company does these interviews. Shall we begi-
████: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look. You have a coin on you, yes?
Operative █████████: Yes. How do yo-
████: It's a roman coin, family heirloom, yeah? D-don't answer that. We're off topic. Flip the coin.
Operative █████████: Is this some kind of test?
████: Yes. No! Maybe. Just flip the coin.
Operative █████████: Okay. Heads.
████: Heads. Heads. Heads.
Operative █████████: Yes, heads. Is this going somewhere?
████: Yes, yes, yes. Look, do you believe in fate?
Operative █████████: No. I don't.
████: (laughs), You don't? Oh, that's just great. Flip the coin again.
Operative █████████: Look, I can't waste all my time here. I have to-
████: Flip the coin. I... I sware to god, I am making a point here.
Operative █████████: Fine. It's a-
████: Tails?
Operative █████████: Y-yes. How did you...
████: Fate! It's all fate. You... I don't even know where to begin to explain this. It's set in stone.
Operative █████████: Or, more likely it's a lucky guess. A coin can only land on one of two sides. Any guess would be 50% right. Those are good odds.
████: Yes. Yes it is, but only from where you are sitting. The coin had to land on heads and than tails.
Operative █████████: Is this what 666-1 showed you?
████: No. Yes. In a manner of speaking. 666-1 opened my eyes but didn't show me this. There's. You don't have the faintest idea how big this is. You're... You think the mild glance behind the curtain shows the full play?
Operative █████████: And what is the full picture?
████: None of this is real. Or... it is real but not in the way we understand real. You're not what you call real.
Operative █████████: And you are?
████: No! God, no. I'm not real either. None of us are. We're not real people. You... There's rungs above yours.
Operative █████████: You mean the Bosses? Generals?
████: No. Think bigger. The... The TSADF are just looking down. We think that because we see the fire we know the source but we don't! We don't see what holds the magnifing glass. We are not the most knowledgable thing here. And by god, what I've seen, it will flip everything on it's head.
Operative █████████: And, what have you seen?
████: We're toys in a cosmic sandbox. You, me, 666-1, everyone. We're the toys of some sick god that can just snap their fingers and alter our world.
Operative █████████: And how sure are you of this?
████: I don't know. I... I saw things. I can't explain it. It was... illoogical but it made sense. I saw you walk into this room days, no probably years before you did. I saw the coin. No one told me what it was but I just... knew in my soul.
Operative █████████: Years? You interacted with 666-1 within the past week. Are you lying to me?
████: No. Time is relitive. It flows forwards, yes, but again only for us. There are things above us that can just, change things, alter thing, move things left and right. Say, you're wearing a ring, are you married?
Operative █████████: Was.
████: Yes, or will be or is to something that sees time from outside. L-let me make it make sense, okay? You... You have a book, you read from left to right and it plays out as you read it. Let's say, page one says there was a dog, page two says the dog jumps over a fence, but if you write in between the two that the dog was brown with black spots, who would be able to tell that that was not the truth? Certainly not the dog.
Operative █████████: We have sciene to garentee truth and fiction.
████: You, work as the caretaker of a demon and you are worring about science? Reality is what reality is. If you can alter reality how the hell would anyone ever know? We are talking about what is potentially gods. Authours of our realms! We're puppets being strung along by bored tormentors.
Operative █████████: And what do you propose we do about this if it's true?
████: If I had an answer I would have done it. I... I have a theory! At most. Just enough of a plan to have some direction. I... I have to have it. I can't... I can't let them win! I just... We need to break fate. We have to. To try, atleast. W-what am I even saying. I... I saw this happening already. I saw all of this.
Operative █████████: Hey, it's okay. It's okay. Breath. Look, how do we break fate?
████: I don't know! I don't know. I don't know. If I... I don't know. There's no way to know how to do this! J-just. Look, f-flip the coin again.
Operative █████████: Okay, see. Going to flip it. What are we looking for?
████: H-heads... N-no. It's tails. it has to be tails.
Operative █████████: It's heads. See, heads. Alright? Look, my times up. I will be back tomorrow. We'll talk more than, okay?