~somewhere at a secret coffee shop or something~

“Hey…”

“Oh! Hi! You here for a latte too?”

“Coffee, just black coffee.”

“They say that people who drink coffee black are more likely to be psychopaths.”

“Your point being?”

“Nothin’, boss. Nothin’ at all.”

“So, your report…”

“Yeah?”

“It just says- where is it- ‘MASK ROOM IS BROKEN DO NOT REUSE THE MASK ROOM UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES AND YOU MIGHT WANT TO SET FIRE TO IT FROM A VERY GREAT DISTANCE’.”

“Yes. That is what I wrote.”

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“It’s good that you wrote a report, but it’s not, exactly, very specific.”

“I mean, I said it was broken and needs to be burned…”

“Sure, sure, but not why.”

“The dude put a mask on, then all the mask eyes started glowing and the dude didn’t move for like three minutes. Won’t tell me what happened. So I suggest burning the room.”

“...What happened?”

“The test subject pulled a mask off the wall and secured it to their face. Then all of the eyes of all of the masks started glowing. I messaged IT, IT said that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Soooo I think burning the room would be a good idea.”

“Do you have any proof of this?”

“I’ve got the transcripts and emails. Not sure what other proof there could be…”

“Hmm.”

“Should I do anything?”

“Send in the bucket next. I’ll have one of the techs go through the mask room and look into other possible issues.”

“Ok.”

“Is there anything else?”

“Nah.”

“Very well.”

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