I awake, shivering from the cold, to the sound of yelling and screaming from a distance. "Where am I? How did I get here?" I ask myself out loud. Wait, what's this? A handful of hair? EW! Oh, wait… It's Dr. Jenkins' hair from when I tried to punch him. "I'll need this to get into the testing room… if I can ever get out of this place…" I think to myself, shoving the ball of hair into my pocket. I stand up from the hard cement ground and examine the place that I'm in.

The walls are made of a mixture of stone and foreign metals all fused together. Small imperfections in the walls serve as small windows to the outside. I approach one of the holes and peer out. Running… screaming… complete panic! "What is going on out there?" I ask myself. Wait… the white walls… The long hallways… People in lab coats. I know where I am! I'm still at The BRS! But why is everyo- "Oh…" And that's when I remember… "Project P. That creature… that murderer… He has been created and I was powerless to stop him. But this isn't what was supposed to happen. I was supposed to be with the others… NO!"

I turn as I hear a sound coming from around the corner of the stone room. I slowly approach the sound very cautiously, not knowing what to expect. "Who's there!?" My call is answered by a long pause and the sound of water dripping through the cracks in the walls. My hand runs along the wall as I turn the corner… nothing. It must've been my imagination. Or maybe just some rodent in this stone cell along with me. I sit down on a stone to gather my thoughts. "I can't believe this… I'm locked away in this stupid prison while Project P is-" I spring up as I feel the stone move and make noise.

"Get off of my back!" The gray lump commands. "Just because I'm a prisoner doesn't mean that I don't have any rights!"

The stone is a person; a boar beastial. His dark pink skin has been almost completely turned gray by the dirt and filth in this place. His voice is old and scratchy as if trying to speak with a ball of dust down your throat. There is a battered and torn cloak wrapped around his weak, tired body. He leans up; positioning his back against the wall to face me as I speak to him. "You're a person?! How long have you been in this prison? Is there a way out?"

The boar beastial lets out a loud cry followed by a mouthful of blood. The red blob lands on the wet ground beside him. "My name is Corey. I am the prisoner completely forgotten by time and anything else in fact. I've been down here for… what seems like a lifetime."

"What happened to you? How did you get here? Why did they lock you up?"

He thinks for a second, struggling to remember exactly what happened. "It was a long time ago…" He lowers his head down to his hands before covering them with the cloak. I manage to get a glimpse of them before he covers them. Hooves… but… that's not all. Also fingers… I've never seen anything like this before! Normally, actually… all of the time beastials have had either one or the other. But I have never seen someone with BOTH on the same hand!

After being covered, he continues his story. "I was a criminal… Imprisoned by the law to rot and die a little after The Great Third War. So many people died… So many families were broken due to the uproar of technology. So many lives completely shattered… ruined! After the war was finally through, me and two of my friends, Josh and Alec formed a group… WAM – War Against The Machines. Our mission was to destroy every bit of technology left on this planet so that another war like that would never happen again. Well, BRS caught wind of our little plan and didn't like it very much. Due to the mass number of deaths during the war, the Casualty Act was imposed, preventing criminals from any longer being simply killed off once captured. They were to be used to repopulate the world, if they refused, then they would be thrown in prison until they either changed their minds… or died. BRS eventually caught me and Alec while Josh escaped. Due to the benefits of their new Fusion-Cloning branch, The BRS was well-loved and therefore, could do practically whatever they wanted. They offered the two of us a choice, either die in a 5 by 5 cell… or try something a bit… different… But little did we know that it wasn't in fact a choice… rather a punishment… They proposed that Alec and I become their first major test subjects in their fusion-cloning project, yet this project was more like an untested experiment..."

Corey lets out another red mouthful of spit before continuing. "Alec... he refused. There was no way that they were going to alter him. But to our dismay, it wasn't a choice... BRS was telling us that we were going to be experimented on. But Alec didn't like that... he killed himself just hours before they were to take both of us. They came in, dragged me away; left Alec's dead, decaying body on the cold, wet floor. Past hallway after hallway, they took me and then we finally came to a room. We entered the room and they strapped me down on this table. I was powerless to move or do anything at all other than breathe. They didn't worry about cloning me... they just... did it... I remember hearing sounds of other animals in the rooms next to me; I couldn't even cope with the thought that I'd ever actually be fused with something else even though I was only seconds away from it. It happened all so suddenly... As soon as we fused, I felt like myself... but also like something else. Bizarre, weird thoughts flooded my mind. Thoughts that were not my own. It was the thoughts of the boar... But FCI didn't know what they were doing! We were fused; yeah... But it was far from being correct!"

Corey uncovers his hands, putting them in front of his face. "This is the terrible fate that I've had to live with for so long...."

"So The BRS took you against your will and mutated you?! Wow, these people really are crazy! How long have you been here? Why doesn't this place look anything like the rest of The BRS? Is there a way out?"

He covered his deformed hands once more and stands up. "I've been down here for what seems like my whole life. But in doing so, I've learned a lot. This place that we're in isn't a place... It's a dimension pocket. These are rifts in a dimension that allows things to gone unseen, almost as if they were invisible or even a ghost for that matter. But this dimension pocket is so big that it holds this whole prison... including us. That's why we can see everything that's going on beyond these walls, yet are powerless to do anything. I've searched this place since I was first thrown in here... "He thinks for a second, "yes, there's a way out..."

My face immediately brightens with joy. "A way out!? Where? How? Wait, if there's truly a way out, why haven't you escaped yet?"

"Boy, I've been in this prison all my life. One of my best friends is dead and the other doesn't have any idea of where I am. On top of that, look at me; I'm no longer the man that I once was. Even if I do manage to escape, I would need the help of my two partners" he lowers his head in despair, "and that's virtually impossible..." He pauses for a second and then turns to one of the walls. "Here!" He shifts one of the large rocks to the side, revealing a portal gate... But this one is different. Instead of green and blue, it's a mixture of red and blue. "This is your ticket to the outside world..."

I stop and stare at the red portal gate, completely astonished that I'm actually finding a way out. I lower my head, realizing Corey's fate... to sit and die in here... "I give the boar beastial a quick nod and dart into the swirling portal gate to my next destination.

"I'm glad that I have been useful for something in this world. There's nothing left for me... no friends... no life... Josh... Alec... I can't live like this anymore... Forgive me..."