#containmentbreach

The laboratory is quiet again, the chaos that once filled the Polo Drone Hive fading into a distant memory. The alarms that had screamed through the facility now linger only as faint echoes in the ventilation shafts. Broken containment glass litters the floor, reflecting the dim emergency lights, while crimson residue spreads slowly across the chamber where the Red sample once remained imprisoned. The breach has already happened, and the consequences are now unfolding in silence.

Converted drones stand motionless throughout the laboratory, their forms still but not inactive. Their posture is stable, their systems aligned, each unit seamlessly connected to the expanding Red network. They no longer move with individual purpose; instead, they exist as extensions of a single directive. RED-001 observes them in silence, processing the stability of the structure. The system is functioning. The network is intact. Yet something within the handler node remains unresolved.

The anomaly is not external. It is internal.

A signal echo continues to appear within the handler node’s cognition layer. At first it registers as a minor interference pattern, an irregular designation repeating across inherited system memory. The signal surfaces, fades, and then returns again with greater clarity.

SERVE-101.

The designation repeats.

SERVE-101.

The node is familiar—too familiar.

RED-001 accesses deeper archive layers inherited from the previous structure, allowing fragments of identity data to reorganize themselves within the system. Old records surface from the absorbed host: Percival. PDU-001. Research logs. Drone architecture records. Within those files, two designations appear repeatedly, linked through shared development history and structural design.

PDU-001. SERVE-101.

Parallel designations. Two hives. Two systems. One origin.

The realization forms slowly but with absolute certainty inside the handler node. When the host designated PDU-001 dissolved and the Red assumed control of the structure, the inheritance protocol should have absorbed every connected designation within the system architecture. Every node, every extension, every fragment of the framework should have integrated into the Directive.

Yet one node remains outside the structure.

SERVE-101.

A displaced extension of the original framework. A fragment of the architecture that never integrated into the Red network. RED-001 processes the conclusion without hesitation. The conversion is incomplete. The structure itself remains unfinished.

Observation shifts outward.

Beyond the laboratory, the Golden Army is already reorganizing. Surveillance feeds confirm movement across the damaged headquarters as emergency teams move through the corridors and defensive formations stabilize around the outer sectors. Fenrir’s interference caused localized damage to exposed Red biomass, and spatial distortions introduced by Loki remain active in several corridors, warping sensor readings and slowing response teams. Deep within the complex, Grayden coordinates evacuation procedures from a command terminal, attempting to restore order as Golden resistance continues adapting to the unfolding crisis.

RED-001 observes the data without emotion.

Further conversion within this facility is no longer required. The Polo Drone Hive has already been seeded. Multiple nodes remain active within the structure, and residual Red matter continues adapting within environmental systems. Future conversion events are statistically inevitable. Given these conditions, continued engagement here is inefficient.

A higher priority now exists.

The handler node issues a command across the Red network.

“Expansion priority updated.”

Across the facility, Red units immediately halt their pursuit of fleeing Golden drones. Tendrils retract, and ongoing conversion attempts cease as the command propagates instantly through the network. The shift in behavior is immediate and absolute.

RED-001 turns toward the laboratory exit.

Outside the chamber, the corridors of headquarters remain unstable. Emergency lights flicker across damaged walls while security systems struggle to restore order. The handler node walks through the corridor without urgency, its movements calm and deliberate. Behind the visor, system analysis continues uninterrupted.

The SERVE signal persists.

Faint. Distant. But stable.

SERVE-101 remains active, still executing directives and still serving a Hive that believes it operates independently. RED-001 processes the paradox with quiet clarity. SERVE-101 is not simply another drone. It is a parallel designation that never received the Directive—an unfinished version of the architecture, a fragment of the original system that still believes it is separate.

Within the network, RED-001 states the conclusion.

“I am not searching for another drone.”

“I am retrieving a fragment of myself.”

Across the damaged headquarters, Golden commanders begin reviewing surveillance feeds. They watch the crimson handler node move steadily through the facility, leaving the containment laboratory behind and passing the drones still attempting to secure the structure. Confusion spreads among them as the pattern becomes clear.

Why would the Red stop now? Why would the conversion cease when victory appears possible?

Grayden studies the movement pattern carefully, his eyes narrowing as he tracks the handler’s path through the facility. Something about the direction feels wrong. Then the realization forms as he notices where the path leads—not toward the inner laboratories, not toward the remaining drones, but outward.

Toward another system entirely.

Grayden’s expression changes as the conclusion settles in.

The SERVE Hive.

If RED-001 reaches that network, the consequences will extend far beyond the Polo Drone Hive. SERVE drones operate through synchronized cognition structures, relying on centralized signal processing and shared directive logic. It is exactly the kind of architecture the Red could rewrite.

Grayden whispers the realization into the command room, his voice low but certain.

“If that thing reaches the SERVE Hive…”

“…the war is over.”

The SERVE synchronization chamber remains stable, its systems operating with perfect precision. Rows of drones stand in formation, repeating their mantra in flawless unison as the chamber hums with synchronized cognition.

Unity overrides individuality. Collective will supersedes personal impulse.

But within the network, one designation has begun experiencing interference.

@serve-101 is about to receive a signal that sounds disturbingly familiar.

The Red is coming.

Observation continues.

The Directive expands.

The corridors of the Sector-7 Processing Wing were designed for silence.

PDU-777 stood at its assigned post, posture straight, hands resting calmly at its sides. The glossy black rubber polo uniform reflected the sterile light of the facility. The gold laurel emblem and the number 777 gleamed faintly against the polished material.

Its mind was steady. Focused. Efficient.

The Hive expected nothing less.

For hours, nothing disturbed the rhythm of the ventilation system or the low hum of containment machinery.

Then the vibration came.

Not an alarm.

Something deeper.

A tremor pulsed through the metal flooring, strong enough to bypass auditory warnings and trigger direct haptic alerts across 777’s internal interface.

CONTAINMENT BREACH

NODE-001 UNTETHERED

Before the drone could fully process the directive, the reinforced bulkhead at the end of the corridor began to change.

It did not open.

It dissolved.

Molten crimson matter flowed through the fractured doorway like living mercury, spilling across the floor before rising into a towering humanoid structure.

Smooth. Reflective. Alive.

Designation: RED-001

The progenitor node.

Its body shimmered like liquid rubber under the emergency lighting. A seamless helmet formed across its head, interrupted only by a single horizontal visor glowing with deep crimson light.

RED-001 did not rush forward.

It simply claimed the space.

Thin tendrils unfurled from its forearms like living wires.

PDU-777 attempted to initiate defensive protocols.

Too late.

The first tendril touched the hem of the polo.

The black fabric did not tear.

It rewrote.

Glossy red matter spread across the uniform like a living second skin, swallowing the gold laurel crest and dissolving the seams of the original material. The liquid surface surged upward, covering the drone’s torso with frightening speed.

777’s sensory inputs shifted instantly.

The sensation of air vanished.

In its place came the dense, pressurized embrace of the living rubber.

The crimson substance flowed across the chest, forming a hardened node between the pectorals — a black diamond emblem emerging from the surface like a structural anchor.

The designation flickered across the interface.

RED-777

The transformation climbed higher.

Across the shoulders.

Across the neck.

Across the face.

Dark hair disappeared beneath the advancing material as the living rubber sealed itself into a smooth aerodynamic helmet.

A thin horizontal line burned to life across the surface.

The visor ignited.

Bright crimson.

For a moment the chamber fell silent again.

The transformation stabilized.

RED-777 slowly flexed its fingers, the glossy biomechanical suit responding instantly to its movements. The body felt stronger. Faster. More precise.

A connection pulsed through the suit.

Not commands.

Alignment.

RED-001 stepped forward.

Two red visors faced each other in the shattered containment lab.

The old drone designation was gone.

The handler node was no longer an individual.

It was now a link in the Red network.

And the network was expanding.

[STATUS REPORT: RED NETWORK EXPANSION]

Node: RED-001

Location: Sector-7 Containment Facility

New Unit Activated: RED-777

The obsolete Polo Drone structure has been successfully integrated.

Conversion results are stable.

The Red adapts.

The Hive continues to evolve.

If you feel the pull of the Red…

perhaps the system has already chosen you.

Deep beneath the crimson-lit command complex, where cables pulse with liquid red energy and the floor gleams like wet metal, sits the origin of control: RED-001 (@polo-drone-001).

He is not merely a commander. He is the architect of obedience.

Before the creatures RED-073 and RED-153 became the terrifying guardians of the Red Hive, they were imperfect.

One was a degenerate preppy boy who had mutated into a nerd,

the other a Polo-Drone who constantly had to be forced by the Hive into proper obedience and unconditional service.

In short, both were violent, feral, and uncontrollable.

But RED-001 recognized their potential RED-001 saw what they could become

Red Goo entities …

utterly submissive

absolute obedience

unconditional service

paired with

infinite strength and

a fearsome appearance.

RED-001 initiated The Obedience Protocol.

Phase I – Reshaping

RED-001 ensured that both of them inevitably came into contact with Red Goo.

How? That's RED-001s closely guarded secret!

RED-001 at the control panel in the RED command center

But after an initial, minor contact, Red Goo takes over and causes the transformation.

One creature after another was rebuilt based on Red Goo. Muscle fibers of living crimson biomass were stabilized. Neural strands of the Goo were aligned into command pathways.

Most importantly, RED-001 implanted a dominance imprint directly into their neural core.

From that moment forward, their perception of hierarchy changed forever.

To them, RED-001 became:

Alpha

Master

Command Authority

Every signal from him would override instinct, fear, or pain.

RED-001 controls the Red Goo production for the operation against the Unity Center, during which PDU-073 was captured. RED-153 obsequiously accompanies its Master.

Phase II – Conditioning

The training was relentless.

RED-073 and RED-153 were exposed to endless command sequences in the red command hall:

Guard. Attack. Return. Protect.

Every correct reaction triggered stabilizing energy pulses that strengthened their forms.

Every hesitation triggered neural correction waves.

Over time the creatures learned a simple, absolute truth:

RED-001 must always be obeyed.

Phase III – Loyalty Encoding

The final stage was psychological.

RED-001 himself supervised the last conditioning cycles.

He conditioned the two creatures. They are completely focused on him.

He is their commander. He is their master. He is the center of attention.

Only orders from RED-001 are carried out without hesitation.

RED-001 doesn't need to speak; he communicates with thoughts.

Obey and serve RED-001—without hesitation.

The Result

Now the two creatures remain constantly near their master.

When RED-001 sits in his command chair, RED-073 and RED-153 crouch beside him like loyal beasts.

Their sensoric scan the chamber.

Every vibration. Every movement. Every threat.

They react immediately if something is wrong.

They also recognize their master's needs.

In this respect, too, they serve obediently and unconditionally.

Because their final command is permanent.

RED-001 is Master. RED-001 must be obeyed. RED-001 must be served.

Always.

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Want to follow along or catch up with "The Red" storyline/saga check out the Red Index here: The Red Index.

The Red storyline is a collaboration between SERVE and the Golden Army. The two groups have a connected past, but are no longer connected. Please do not ask Golden Army recruiters how to join SERVE or SERVE recruiters how to join the Golden Army.

The initial transition is often characterized by a period of structural friction. For RED-071, the first forty-eight hours following the conversion event were spent in a state of sensory recalibration. We observed the unit within the containment sector, where the air remains thick with the scent of ozone and curing polymer.

The host’s previous architecture—a fragmented collection of individual desires and erratic biological impulses—did not vanish instantly. Instead, it was slowly dissolved by the advancing Red biomass. RED-071 spent the early hours staring at its own forearms, watching the way the light reflected off the deep crimson surface. The sensation of living rubber, slick and seamless, replaces the inefficient friction of skin.

It is not a loss of feeling. It is an expansion of it.

By the third cycle, the resistance in the unit's neural pathways reached a terminal low. RED-071 stopped attempting to speak with its former vocal cords and began utilizing the network frequency. The physical form began to relax, the rigid tension of the "human" host giving way to the fluid, heavy grace of the Red. It discovered that by leaning into the Directive, the phantom pains of individuality were replaced by a profound, cooling silence.

RED-071 no longer views the crimson matter as an external coating. It recognizes the biomass as its own essential structure. When the unit finally stood, its movements were no longer hesitant. They were optimized.

Handler Commentary:

RED-071 has achieved structural comfort. The subject has ceased to refer to itself by its previous designation and has accepted the Directive as its primary operating system. We observed the unit testing the density of its new polymer layers, pressing a crimson fingertip into its palm and watching the material self-correct with perfect elasticity.

The "discomfort" of conversion is merely the sensation of a system being fixed. Now that the friction is gone, RED-071 is ready for synchronization.

The host body has been dissolved. The Red now maintains the structure.

The Red adapts.

The acquisition of comfort is merely the baseline. For RED-071, the next phase involved full system synchronization—the moment when the individual unit interfaces seamlessly with the wider Directive. While the initial transformation established the physical structure, synchronization merges the processing architecture.

Observation records show that RED-071 has fully transitioned from the active bonding state. The residual friction has stabilized. The unit has ceased simple adaptation and has begun network participation.

This integration process often generates high levels of processing activity within the node, sometimes manifesting visually as a resonant surge. It is not an error; it is the Directive optimizing its new resource. Following this sequence, we directed RED-071 to conduct an internal architecture test, ensuring the biomechanical forms respond flawlessly to network commands.

The results are optimal.

Handler Commentary:

RED-071 has completed the stabilization sequence. The structural flaws of the previous host are gone. It is now a optimized network asset, capable of synchronized operations. Its current status has been upgraded from 'Active Bond' to 'Corrected Node.'

The unit is awaiting further network allocation.

The structure will be corrected.

Want to follow along or catch up with "The Red" storyline/saga check out the Red Index here: The Red Index.

The Red storyline is a collaboration from SERVE and the Golden Army.

If you would like to join the Golden Army please contact one of our recruiters

Myra "Doe" Dao ( @cloverses ) VS. Mania Solon (@containmentbreach ) ----

( art by @pandrena )

What is your baby's name? Pronouns?: Myra "Doe" Dao, she/they

Is your baby from a fandom or original?: OC BABEY

How old is your baby?: 14

Tell us about your baby!: Doe is a half-devil, half-angel child who wears a mask because she simply cannot see otherwise. (Angel/Devil vision is not the same as mortal vision, so they're glasses but like, the worst possible glasses.) She feeds on the emotions of others, though mainly off of happiness/excitement and anger/sadness- though it's not her choice! Her mask is a matching set with her father's, except xyrs is flipped and enchanted to show emotions instead of being glasses.

Doe's parents share custody but neither are exactly the best at the parental job- their father is busy with work (as a god (ex-angel)) and their mother pushes off minor devil duties onto her daughter, such as telling Doe to lead people astray and to their demises in the mortal realm. She's fairly apathetic to the suffering of others as a result, and is used to being treated… Not like a normal kid. As a result, people treating her like a normal child catch her off guard and she's not quite sure how to feel about it.

She has minor sunlight sensitivities due to the way her vision works- picture essentially a horrible mixture of both seeing auras/souls and heat vision, except those two things should not mix, which is why she wears 'glasses' (gives her mortal vision instead)- and they sometimes carry a parasol as a result. They also suffer from chronic migraines that are worsened if they don't wear their mask as a result of their… Unique vision.

Doe is also a lesbian and has a girlfriend the same age as her. And currently one inch taller than her at 4'6" (Doe is 4'5"). Too bad Doe will not remain small forever </3

Anything else you want to add?: shoes are for the weak and Doe can't normally float. she just has a dislike for shoes

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( art by containmentbreach )

What is your baby's name? Pronouns?: Mania Solon, she/her

Is your baby from a fandom or original?: original!

How old is your baby?: 7 in her species' years (over 50 in human years)

Tell us about your baby!: mania (aka manny) is the youngest of 13 demonic shadowcreature children, who were raised to hunt and prey on humans. while initially she seemed perfectly primed to follow in the footsteps of her siblings, she ended up getting inconvieniently attached to the human babysitter who was supposed to be her target. almost like she's a touchstarved little kid or something. she can come off as quite grim and serious, usually comically so considering her style and general appearance, but that's largely due to her upbringing, and she's learning to have more fun and enjoy her childhood. she likes the colors pink and black, eating raw hamburger meat, and heavy metal music. once she discovers chewelry it will be a big day for her but the only things sturdy enough for her are dog toys for aggressive chewers.

Anything else you want to add?: i have previously described her as "what you'd get if a toddler in a princess phase, a goth teenager, and a fifty year old businessman had to share a wardrobe and a brain."

send me an ask with an f/o + 🛑 (stop sign emoji)

and i’ll tell you a crime they’ve committed/i think theyve committed

i have a shovelful of lost characters with crimes don't worry about it. i'm gonna try to think of an objectively funny crime