Monster Breeding Facility

Your legs ache. Your stomach Growls. You just got off of work, and the only thing on your mind is a good night's rest. You're listening to calming music to get your mind off a horrible workday. It's not easy being a car salesman, but it certainly pays the bills... sometimes, at least.

Interrupting your music is a sharp buzz; it's a text message. Annoyed you pause your music to check your phone, it's from an unknown number. You roll your eyes, expecting a shitty *67 prank call... until you open the message. It reads as follows, "Hello! We have been scouting you out for quite a long time..." your confused, but keep reading, "We have decided you are a desired employee for our business. Chances are that you have never heard of us; we were a secretive business, so we hope you will keep this message and its contents in a top-secret mindset going forward." Confusion sets in stronger than last time, delving further into the message, you cannot help but crack a confused, uneasy smile at the rest of the message, "You have been the finalist of a selection process, you have been chosen to be an employee at the National Monster Breeding Facility. You decide to join, we hope you make the right choice. Call this number when you have made up your mind."

Now you're truly convinced it's a prank message, at least part of you is. You fight back in forth in your mind on wether to call, you think to yourself, "It could be a scammer trying to get my attention! or some random kid trying to be funny! or... it could be serious." you delegate in your mind but eventually, you think, "Well... what could go wrong."

Your fingers press against the cold glass of your phone as you type in the phone number. You sit in silence, the only noise is the uneasy buzz of the phone ringing. The tension is cut short as a man answeres the phone, you stay silent at first as the words come through, "Hello mike, It seems you've made the right choice." you shoot back a quick response, "Who is this!?" the man on the phone answeres with a confident and upbeat, yet older sounding voice. "This is Dr.Anderson from the national Monster Breeding Facility. I'm the head director of the operation." The thoughts in your mind about it being a farce quickly dissolve as you hear the man's voice. You stand silent in the cold air, the frost hitting your lungs with your scared breaths. You finally push with another question. More confident, "S-So why me?" Dr. Anderson answers quickly this time, speaking in a deep professional tone like you would hear from a government agent. "You have an ability many don't have, we know your secret." You swear under your breath, it's clear you've been caught. But how? you think to yourself. Dr. Anderson gets no response, so he answers the question he knew you were going to ask, "We know you can swap genders at a moment's notice, that's why we want you, this department could be a lot better with you under our wing." you're too stunned to speak. You simply breathe the painfully cold air. You're paranoid, fearful. You take glances around, expecting some men in black to jump from the shadows. Dr. Anderson's voice shoots through the phone once again, "It's a better job than you have now, in fact, it's a better job than most will ever get. We give benefits no job could hope to offer, and pay no one in the modern world can compete with." This catches your attention, now you're reeled in. The idea of quitting your shitty job brings you delight not much else can match, you think it over but decide that anythings better than what you have. "H-how much?" Dr. Anderson's tone shifts to joy, "Ah, I'm glad to hear that, well, starting salary is $250,000 with room for improvement." You almost drop your phone, and you can't believe a word you hear. You get more involved on the phone now, "T-thats more than I've ever made, that's insane!" Dr. Anderson quickly responds, knowing he's pulled you in. "That's not all, Internet, housing, electric, plumbing, water, public facilities, food, and any other needs will be met, not only to a premium quality, but completely free off your paycheck." You genuinely cannot believe this; it's too good to be true. Sneaking suspicions of it being a prank call creep their way into your mind as you take a seat on a nearby bench, not even stopping to sweep the snow off of it. "I-I think... I think I'm in." You wait nervously for a response, not sure what steps to take next. Dr. Anderson sounds very pleased: "6 PM EST, outside your house, and be ready with one change of clothes and your phone."

This is it, it's happening. You call your job and announce your quitting. It's time for a new life.

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