Prisma fd asylum_life / Lustria the deputy director

We found the target.
Everyone remained silent.
—What objective?
The answer came through interference:
—Project 9684.
Inside the room, the screen turned back on.
This time only one sentence appeared:
“THEY DON’T COME FOR ASYLUM.”
The Director slowly stood up.
“THEY'RE COMING FOR SOMEONE ON THE INSIDE.”
The Deputy Director looked at him.
-Director…
-I know.
The two of them looked at the door.
And then someone called from the other end.
Knock… knock… knock.
An unknown voice whispered:
—Director… open the door.
The Director replied:
-Who are you?
The voice replied:
—Someone who knows what really happened at Asylum Life.

🏥 ASYLUM LIFE: The First Conference — Part 3

The Chaos Insurgency

The room went completely dark.

For a few seconds, nobody moved.

Then a sound was heard through the speakers:

—ATTENTION! SECURITY PERSONNEL, RESPOND IMMEDIATELY!

The emergency lights turned red.

WEE-OOO… WEE-OOO…

The asylum guards received the alert and ran through the corridors toward the conference room.

—Team Alpha, cover the entrance!

—Team Bravo, check the hallways!

The guards arrived in front of the gates.

One of them tried to open them.

—Director! Are you alright?!

"Yes," replied the Director. "But we have company."

Before he could explain anything, footsteps were heard coming from the hallway.

Tick… ​​tick… tick…

The guards raised their weapons and prepared to defend the room.

Several figures emerged from the darkness.

They wore dark uniforms and advanced quickly.

One of the guards shouted:

—Identify yourselves!

A voice answered from the other end of the corridor:

—Chaos Insurgency.

The guards went on alert.

—Intruders! Everyone to your positions!

Inside the room, the Deputy Director looked at the Director.

—I think the conference got a little complicated.

The Director adjusted his hat.

-A bit.

Suddenly, the door received a loud bang.

BAM!

The team members hid behind the table.

The Director remained seated.

—Deputy Director.

-Yeah?

—I want you to take the staff through the secondary exit.

-And you?

—I'll stay here.

The Deputy Director shook his head.

—No. If you stay, I'll stay too.

The Director watched him for a few seconds.

Finally, he smiled.

—Then I suppose you'll learn today what it means to be a Deputy Director.

Outside, the guards held their position as the Chaos Insurgency advanced down the corridor.

But then something strange happened.

One of the members of the Insurgency received a message by radio.

-Commander…

🏥 ASYLUM LIFE: The First Conference — Part 2

The screen continued to flicker.

“WELCOME, DIRECTOR AND ASSISTANT DIRECTOR.”

Nobody dared to speak.

The Deputy Director looked at the other members of the table.

—Director… was this planned?

-No.

The Director slowly approached the computer connected to the screen.

—And that's what worries me.

Suddenly, a new line appeared.

“PROJECT 9684 — STATUS: ACTIVE.”

The Deputy Director stared at the number.

—Project 9684?

The Director stopped moving.

For the first time during the entire conference, his expression changed.

—Turn off the screen.

One of the stick figures ran towards the switch.

CLACK.

Nothing.

The screen was still on.

—He's not responding!

Then the doors to the room closed automatically.

CLANG!

Everyone was startled.

The Deputy Director stood up abruptly.

—Are we locked in?!

The Director remained calm.

-Apparently.

—And that doesn't worry you?

—It worries me a lot.

The Deputy Director looked at him in surprise.

—Well, it doesn't seem like it!

The Director pointed at the screen.

—Because someone wants us to panic.

The screen changed again.

“TIME REMAINING: 10:00.”

Silence returned.

"Ten minutes for what?" asked the Deputy Director.

The Director looked at the counter.

09:58… 09:57… 09:56…

-Don't know.

He slowly took off his glasses and placed them on the table.

—But we're going to find out.

The Deputy Director took a deep breath and stood beside him.

—So… what do we do?

The Director smiled slightly.

—You are the Deputy Director.

-Yeah…

—Give me one reason not to fire you after this conference.

The Deputy Director froze.

-THAT!?

Some stick figure drawings began to laugh nervously.

And for the first time since the problem began, the atmosphere relaxed a little.

But then…

BEEP.

The counter reached 09:00.

And the lights in the nursing home went completely out.

-Which guest?

The Director pointed at the screen.

The message changed.

"WELCOME, DIRECTOR AND ASSISTANT DIRECTOR."

The room fell completely silent.

The Director closed the document.

-Now the real conference begins

🏥 ASYLUM LIFE: The first conference

The conference room was completely silent.

A huge wooden table stood in the center of the room. Around it sat several members of the Asylum Life team, though their faces were barely stick figures, all waiting to hear what the two leaders had to say.

The Director was at the head of the table.

He was wearing his elegant black suit, his small top hat, and he was looking at the documents in front of him with a completely serious expression.

Next to him was the Deputy Director, sitting somewhat nervously while absentmindedly playing with his jacket sleeve.

The Director gently tapped the table.

—Okay. Let's begin the conference.

All the members raised their heads.

"We have several problems within the nursing home," he continued. "Security, staff organization, and especially the new team members."

One of the stick figures raised his hand.

—And what are we going to do with them?

The Director remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he looked at the Deputy Director.

—That's why he's here.

The Deputy Director opened his eyes.

-I?

—Yes. From today you will be in charge of supervising the new programming team.

The others began to murmur.

The Deputy Director swallowed hard.

—What if something goes wrong?

The Director adjusted his glasses.

—Then you'll learn from it.

The Deputy Director took a deep breath and nodded.

—Okay. I'll do my best.

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered.

CLACK.

Everyone fell silent.

A screen located at the back of the room turned on by itself.

A message appeared on it:

“UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED.”

The stick figures began to panic.

-Director!

—What's going on?!

The Director slowly rose from his chair.

But instead of being scared, he simply picked up one of the documents from the table.

—It seems our conference has just received a guest.

The Deputy Director looked at him