A Pink Family

The Warden's office was one of the only rooms that wasn't overkilled with pink and purple. Instead, the walls were just painted white, another calming color. Of course, Rose already knew that when she stepped in the room. The Warden cleans everything himself. The floor, the walls, the wooden desk, and especially the painting of himself and the bookshelf.

Rose was wearing her usual outfit, a plain white jacket laced with white fur on the inside, white jeans, pink sneakers, and to complete the look, pink hair. She didn't seem to be the type to show some skin. She was also not the type to show any emotion at all. She would often look at people with those dead eyes of hers despite having pink hair that insinuates her having a cute personality.

Rose remained expressionless as she approached and looked at the painting of the warden. The Warden, Amadeus Pink, was a 28-year old man wearing circular glasses. The Warden also had pink hair, albeit only some strands of hair are pink. He looked younger in the painting, Rose thought. The painter missed a few wrinkles on his forehead, but didn't miss those dead and expressionless eyes.

She tilted the painting which activated a switch that moved the bookshelf, revealing a set of white painted stairs going towards the chamber beneath the asylum. His very own laboratory. The way down was at least well-lit. The walls were white as well.

"Why can't we just install an elevator? It's easier than the countless steps I had to take," said Rose when she was finally able to make it to the laboratory.

The Warden was sitting on a desk filled with monitors. He was wearing his usual white long coat, white slacks, white shoes. Next to him was a glass chamber with what looks to be a person inside it, a man laying down on the ground, wearing the same pink uniform as the inmates, hugging his own legs. He kept saying "Please, make it stop," over and over again.

"Elevators are too reliant on a lot of things, Rose my dear," The Warden replied, still looking at the screens. "Sure, elevators can take you from one floor to another, but once catastrophe strikes—" Amadeus presses a button that made a gas substance get sprayed into the glass chamber. "—it becomes dangerous." The man inside notices the gas and tries to cover his mouth with his hands but to no avail. The man shrieked with pain and violently tried to hit the glass as hard as he possibly can, trying desperately to escape. But of course, he couldn't.

"You could've at least made it painless," said Rose amidst the loud yelling.

The man was already burning. His entire body, sinking, slowly turning into red sludge. His screams slowly turning into muffled gurgles as his body was melting. The guy was already red sludge, sinking down a drain on the ground. What remained intact were only the guy's pink uniform.

"I take it didn't go so well. He's not supposed to melt."

Amadeus looks at Rose, adjusting his glasses and says, "No it didn't, but we are still so close. Very close that I can almost practically touch its perfection. We need a little bit more…. exploration. More test subjects."

"And what about the other project?" asked Rose, sitting on her own desk opposite to the warden. "The one I made. Did you modify it to perfection just like you said?"

"I have, I ran the tests, it works like how I want it to work now. This should be enough to make them have a temporary sense of comfort."

Rose only looked at her father, who was still busy doing whatever he was doing in his desk. He was smiling. The last time she saw him smile was before her world fell. Before her father became what he is now.

"When are you going to release it?"

"As soon as possible, my dear."