User:Masstif

Hello, I'm here for a system check up in the network department. Um, hello? I called out to the empty building. I work for Masstif corporations, a series of electric production facilities throughout the U.S. I came early today because the boss told me to meet up in his office for an important meeting about my department and the disappearance of James Shinn. About three weeks ago, he got hit by a car and died via having his lungs punctured. No one really liked him, but we weren't really exited to see the old geezer die. The boss called me over, but halfway in I realized on the T.V. that our boss had died of a heart attack that morning. I walked in, to see a display of dead naked bodies hanging from the ceiling, and because it was cold, it felt like a meat freezer. After about five minutes of just standing there in sheer terror, I ran out and hurt my leg. "Of course," I thought to myself as I struggled to get up. I looked back and saw a creature like The Mangle Mixed with and old withered Freddy Fazbear with shingles. I screamed, got up, the adrenaline forcing the pain out of my leg. I ran the way I came from (I walk to work) and, a soon as I got home, picked up my 30.6 and shot the freaks head clean off, spewing a mustard-and-algae-like substance all over me. "There can be only one, and now we have chosen." My bosses' body flew out and landed in a form that looked just like me. I began laughing until my sides hurt. I blinked, and saw my co-workers' bodies surrounding me as I was forced into the suit, my head expanding. "There can be only one," I thought to myself. That one was me. They had officially chosen.