A/C: I do not own Outlast or any of its characters. The Outlast franchise belongs to Red Barrels and this fanfiction was created for entertainment purposes only. With that said, enjoy.
Murkoff Corporation, a charitable organisation responsible for the re-opening of Mount Massive Asylum, or so it seemed. Miles Upshur, a journalist, had recently received an e-mail from an anonymous source, claiming that Murkoff Psychiatric Systems was responsible for making money of off conducting experiments which involved the torture of patients. Miles saw this as an opportunity to cure his blue journalist balls. He copied the e-mail and began a two hundred kilometer drive towards Mount Massive.
After a two hour drive, he pulled up to the front gate and looked at the large building in front of him. He grabbed his camera and stepped out of his car. There was no security personnel to open the gate for him. It seemed like a dead end, but Miles was an atheltic man, capable of pulling himself up without difficulty. He climbed on top of the gate and rested on top. He decided to jump off, but he got caught on one of the spikes by his belt.
"Dammit," he said. After a a moment of brainstorming he came to the conclusion that the only way to get loose was to continue his investigation without pants.
After he finished his descent, he looked up at his pants which were now suspended on top of the gate. In fact, his pants are still hanging on that spike to this very day, more than five years after the game's release. His naked legs felt cold and exposed, and his underwear with a red heart pattern certainly didn't make the situation any better.