Yeah

Your shower is probably the most unpleasant shower of your life as your mind stews over the facts, you had signed up for fake trial to try and get your life back on track and now you weren’t going to have a life outside of blind service. Fuck why can’t I ever catch a break you internally bully yourself as you think about how just when things started to look up in life, this shit happened. You think about how your disappearance is going to be covered up, it wouldn’t be hard, you hadn’t been in touch with family for a while out of shame of being homeless and you didn’t have many friends, you’re fairly confident Atlust could probably just contact your future employers saying you didn’t turn up to the trial and you’d just be put down as a homeless man who just disappeared, and you doubt the police would put that much effort into finding you. The more you think about it the more you realise in the grand scheme of things you’re probably among the easiest candidates to make disappear.

After a long agonizing shower in which you think over everything from what your future holds to how your mum and family would take the news of your disappearance, you finally finish washing your body and get out of the shower. You have to talk to Sally, there must be something she can do right, you need an ally and right now she’s the only person who can be one. You steel yourself prepared to beg for your life as you open your door to find an empty room.

NO NO NO, you panic thinking to yourself. You quickly throw on the pants you were wearing and leave your room stepping out into the main atrium of your quarantined building, you look over the space, your eyes glancing over the pool desperately searching for her, but she’s nowhere to be seen. You run to the entrance you were brought in through, you pull at the handle only to find it’s locked. “Apologies due to the contamination risks of the trial you have been placed under quarantine for the duration of the trial” an extremely chipper robotic voice tells you. “FUCK YOU” you scream pulling at the door trying fruitlessly to open it, “You seem aggravated” the Robot says in its positive but currently extremely condescending voice, (that has to be on purpose, these fuckers must have knew when they gave it that tone of voice) your blood boils with anger, the robot continues “Please return to your room and go to sleep, I will notify a doctor about your outburst when they check up on you tomorrow”.

“FUCK O…” you go to say this time with more vitriol in your voice but are cut off by your body letting go of the handle and turning to return to your room. “NO!” you scream, willing every fiber in your body to turn around to try and leave this place even if it kills you, but your body just continues to walk slowly to your room. You scream expletives the entire walk back until you’re back in your room, your body auto-piloting itself puts sheets on your bed and climbs into it. Then and only then does your composure crack as you let out a quiet and resigned sob, and think about what you can do about this.

[Authors note: I just realised as I wrote this that there's probably not gonna be much smut from this path for a little while. I'll try and get some into there but right now I'm kinda getting the actual story going]