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Welcome to the Scientific Mastery Project run by the creatures that call themselves Watchers.
If you find yourself a subject in one of these laboratories, it means the Watchers have deemed you worthy of being part of their food farm. They don't want your flesh, however. These creatures feed on misery. They have locked you into their labs so they can subject you to events designed to make you suffer. The finer details of those things depend on which Scientific Mastery Project you end up in. Oh, don't worry, you'll get moved around and see your fair share of white walls and torture rooms, but the Watchers will always have someplace they prefer you to be. A default laboratory.
The subjects listed in the following files have found themselves unlucky enough to be in the primary series of labs, called "The Life Series."
In these labs the subjects have simple lives. One hallway of bedrooms, each room with one window to observe people passing by. At one end of the hall is a shared bathroom, and at the other end is the door to the lobby. The lobby is where most subjects spend their time. It is empty outside of a few tables, four white walls, four doors in the center of each wall, and one clock hanging above one of the doors. Of the four doors, only three are available to the subjects. One leads to the bedroom hallway, one to the dining room, and the last one to the Practice Room where subjects had the chance to keep up any useful skills they might have. The fourth door is locked, and sometimes the Watchers come in and leave out of the door. When a subject ever manages to wiggle past it, all they find is a maze of hallways, testing chambers, and storage rooms. They can't get beyond that before they are tranquilized remotely via the collars they are forced to wear, and then they are dragged back to their room to await whatever punishment the Watchers have created to make an example out of escapees.
The lab isn't the worst place a subject could be. They could be on a rental.
See, upkeep of the labs isn't cheap. And as much as the Watchers "only do it for the food" they would also love to get a bit of cash out of the situation. So what do they do? They rent their subjects on the dark web. Most often a subject will find themselves shipped off to work for a gang, or drug dealer, or mafia boss, or the occasional corrupt politician. These people pay for the subject's work, and sometimes they pay a little extra for the rights to lay hands on them. Many subjects will return to the lab with bruises, open wounds, or broken bones.
The Watchers don't seem to be a sexually reproducing species; instead, they appear to work like parasites. They have some sort of process, no one knows what exactly, to convert someone into a Watcher. They always wear masks, but sometimes the subjects get small glimpses at a variety of features. sometimes scales or fins, sometimes feathered. Sometimes they bleed red, sometimes blue. And sometimes they are totally human-looking. They all hide behind full-body coverage. The face of the original Watcher is unknown, but their ideas have been passed down from creature to creature until now.
Until this group of Watchers decided to make a farm for suffering to feed their growing population.