End of the Presentation. Thank you!
Excuse me for taking too long there in the ladies' room, I was uh… fixing my makeup a bit and um… yeah, let's just get back into the topic at hand.
Earlier, we discussed what happened to Subject 1 and the two feds inside of his dark and ghastly van, almost like three people deliberately eating each other up until only one of them remains one way or another. Destiny has already decided that that sole survivor should be none other than Subject 1 himself, a man of many bloodied and wretched souls looming over his shoulders.
That was how it was supposed to be.
That was how life was meant to go on.
Until we decided to recruit him.
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that after the death of our friend, coworker, and brother: Rondo, having business transactions in the outside world had been challenging to handle if not impossible during rush hours. He left us too soon, and it forced us to scour throughout time and space to find the perfect person that could follow through his vision.
And so our team had decided to give Rondo, the first face of the Organization, a moment of our time to commemorate his "passing."
Ptuu!
And that spit on his face is me commemorating how fucking happy I am that he's gone! He was shit at his job, and you knew it! Good fucking riddance, I say! If he wasn't such a horny piece of shit, always leaving the Organization to jack off to take pictures of high school students!
DISGUSTING!
Now, he's not here with us. Let this be a reminder that, although we here in the Organization have said that you will be here forever, that "forever" is still very much negotiable.
Not everything is eternal; not everything will pace through happily until time itself has run out of ammo! Fuck up, and The Man will do whatever it takes to hunt you down and put your sorry ass in the grinder along with the rest of the other fuck ups!
Noooothing! I say, NOTHING! Not one single thing is eternal in this world.
Not even the search for the next face of our Organization, and that is why my team is here with you at last to offer our best suggestion!
It took five years for us to complete our mission to unravel everything that Subject1 has to offer. His life, his career as a murderer, his loves, his hates, we took everything and recorded everything and compressed all of it into all of these PowerPoint presentations, and finally, finally, FINALLY gave you the presentation you have been eager to see for years!
Alas, it is here, and among the seven teams who were sent outside of the Organization with the special privilege from The Man, I am proud to say that we are the first group to grace you with a finished product!
Haa…
That takes us back to my explanation as to why I decided to end the man's life once and for all.
When Subject 1 was still killing Carol, I received a message from The Man that he was about to end the budget he was willing to allocate in the quest to find a better person to face our customers. Believe it or not, he even personally told me via email that he, The Man himself, will do that job instead if we still have not managed to find a suitable candidate for it before the year ends!
Wow…
The year had just started then, but we were already feeling like we're running out of time. We felt so suffocated.
All of us wanted to end it already.
That was why I made a conscious decision to order my team that day the following words after hearing Subject 1 utter his last words:
"Do it. Kill him."
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I ordered my men to secretly creep at the few crevices around the bed where Barnes was sleeping to cut and steal the chains around Barnes. Of course, I also ordered them to wake the man and very secretly place a gun beside him as a way to "coincidentally" have him gun Subject 1 down.
In my opinion…
… It was the perfect death for Subject 1.
Thus, after years of being nameless, I ended my group's project but along with this end is the beginning of a new name for our long-lasting assignment: Operation Porcelain.
I would not lie that I made that decision because we are all running out of time. I am, of course, referring to the name of the operation and my decision to kill Subject 1.
As of this moment, I heard that three of the other groups had already killed their subjects, but none of them are still writing a finished report. Meanwhile, the others were already formulating many ways to go on with how they would kill their subjects, but last time I heard, their subjects were still alive.
It's already September, ladies and gentlemen.
I had no choice. I had to give this presentation; Subject 1 has to enter our domain. I HAD to kill him!
I had no choice.
Unless…
You all wanted to see The Man as the new face of the Organization?
That's also what I have in mind! None of us wants to ever see that! EVER! It took us a few months to compile all of these pieces of information into a concise and sharp presentation, and it took us a few more days to create the presentation itself. It was not an easy task; we had to go through hundreds of paper words and thousands of words, clips, and recordings to find the most relevant ones to show all of you here right now.
Do you not want to see Subject 1 as the new face of the Organization?
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But that is such a minor issue! If it was a problem regarding his experience to please people, then he has more than a years' worth of video clips and recordings to show off his interpersonal skills. I am sorry to say, but the other groups will not be able to finish their reports before the end of the day unless you wish to see a sloppy mess in front of you. I am giving each and every single one of you an ultimatum.
Would you rather see our boss go down towards us and work with us to know the sort of bullshit we're doing behind his back…
… Or would you rather have Subject 1, a relatively new face that may or may not fail at his job, but, I mean, come on!? How could anyone fail as hard as Rondo!? Given proper training, anyone in the world can do his job, but Subject 1 is not just anyone in the world! He's enthusiastic, he's passionate, he has the balls and the guts to do what all of you had dreamed of but dared not do when all of you are still living, breathing fleshes!
I ask all of you again, is it really hard to see Subject 1 as the new person you will be greeting whenever you enter the door?
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He is not at all! In fact, he is the best you got! I've seen the rest of the other groups' projects, and they are all amazing with great people as their subjects, but isn't it already a testament of how boorish these persons might be if all of the other amazing teams have not managed to crack them down as fast as we did?
Am I wishful in thinking that we deserve a man like Subject 1 as a new member of the Organization just for the very fact that he had shown a much more colorful career than any of you could ever show?
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If you really think that way, then you have the black folders in front of you. Simply open them up to sign Subject 1's contract and consent that you 100% agree to have him placed as the face of our Organization.
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Thank you all.
I cannot express how thankful I am to all of you. I simply cannot believe that all of you would sign the contract oh so swiftly. Subject 1's soul is currently being contained inside of The Container right now with the Ila, The Housekeeper. I will promptly notify him to send him over to us to tell him that he got the job and will be working for us… hopefully, forever!
You will never…
Regret this…
"… And that is why we're here."
"Wait. I don't understand. You're… You have the body of my sister, but you're not my sister?"
"It's hard to explain. I will tell you everything about it in the future. First, wear this, and we can decide your first customer to show Them what you have to offer."
"I… I am so confused… I am dead?"
"Yes. Now, go on now and wear these costumes, chop-chop!"
"Are these… one of those circus clothes?"
"Yes, because that will be what you will be called from now on."
"What do you mean?"
"From now on… You will be called Ringmaster, just like the man before you. Sounds nice, eh?"
"Is that the reason why I have these Hugh Jackman looking ass costumes?"
"Yes. Now, are we done talking here?"
"I… Veronica!"
"Call me V whenever we're working, but sure, Veronica is a cute name. What!?"
"What… Where is Justin?"
"…"
"I want to see him."
"He's… Haa…. We've taken good care of him. Don't worry. He helped you a lot when you're still in the surface world, and that means that he also helped us a lot. We've done our best to clear his name as best as we can. Barnes and Callahan will find jack shit about him no matter how much they dig. They can never suspect him as an accomplice. Don't worry. We've taken good care of him."
"I want to see him."
"…"
"Please, Veronica."
"Oh, for fuck's sake! Okay, alright, fine! Jeez… I did spend a good few years in the surface world posing as your sister, so… fuck it! We'll have him as your first-ever customer."
"What is this door? It… It suddenly appeared out of nowhere!"
"Don't worry about it. I'll explain later. Push it open, and you'll see, Justin, but don't leave. Let him come to you. Okay?"
"I…"
"Good. There he is, see? Crying like the little bitch that he is. I have to go now. I'll leave you two alone. And don't you ever dare leave through that door if you don't want to die a second time!"
"…"
"…"
"Justin…"
"Haa… I can't believe it. It's really you! IT'S REALLY YOU!"
"It's me."
"I am so happy! I can't believe this! I can even kiss you, I can hold you, I can hug you! YOU'RE REAL! I thought you were dead?"
"Yes, I am. I am dead."
"I don't understand…"
"Me neither, but we're gonna be together now. I swear. Nothing will ever keep us apart anymore."
"I'm so… happy…"
"Don't cry… I'm here."
"Hey, Sir…"
"Yes?"
"I… I never knew what your… name is…"
"Ah… really?"
"Yes. I'm so sorry, Sir."
"No, it's okay. Tsk, tsk. I always have to think for you, eh?"
"Yes, sir, I am such a dumb little slut always hungry for you, sir!"
"Well… heh… Before all that, put your name on this list first. They told me that it was mandatory for customers before, uhh... Well, just sign it."
"Oh… okay, Sir."
"…"
"…"
"Hmm? T. J. H. Philips? J stands for Justin, right? What about the other letters?"
"Well… yes… It's my full name. It's quite long and silly."
"Tell me. I want to hear it."
"Um… Timothy Justinian Heidelberg Philips."
"Ha… hahahaha… HAHAHAHAHA! Justinian Philips!? HAHAHAHA! That is such a cool-sounding name! It doesn't suit you at all!"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Yeah, even Justin sounds too cool for a slut like you."
"Yes, Sir, of course, Sir!"
"Well… to be fair, Timothy suits you very well…"
"It… My mother gave me that name, so I heard."
"Hmph. Mother knows best, eh? I'm jealous. Well, little Timothy, how about I properly introduce myself for once? My name's Lucas Hyde. It's nice to meet you… Little Tim…"
"It's so nice to meet you, too, Master Lucas!"
"Hmph. Now that that's over with, I want your help."
"H-how may I help you, Sir?"
"The van. I heard that they have a bigger door than the one you used to enter. I want you to help me get the van here. I still have a lot of uses to it."
"Um... Okay, Master Lucas."
"If it wouldn't fit the door, then just remove the driver seat! Understood?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Very good, little Tim."
"Anything for my Master."