#writing garbage

The preceding 2 excerpts are sourced from scattered papers and tapes found in universes generally surrounding the institute (including #11567 #11542 #00145 #10001 and #23479 ) The texts overall are disjointed and nonsensical. creator unknown. [[Ask M.E dept for more info to amend case file.]] 1) He's one of the best men money can provide! He takes orders with out question or thought. Work oriented, highly professional and determined- Really he's what everyone should aim to be in this field. He's worked at the company for 15 years so naturally he's at the top.

Oh ok! I mean that's a good start i suppose, What else is there?

What else.. ? I mean what else is there to say-he's successful. That's it. That's all you need really. Well surely- What about hobbies? Free time? People aren't just their profession. Ok, but why does he need a hobby? He barely has enough free time as it is. And that's wasted sleeping and eating. Well i mean, it fleshes out the character for one? He does nothing when he gets home from work. Not even watch TV? No? Nothing, you mean like actually nothing. Yeah.....? i don't-is there something wrong with that? No- no it- I'm not insulting your writing or anything. It just seems a bit bland.... If I'm honest. 2)

[[TAPE BEGINS]]

I lived in a nervous place, at an anxious town- so it didn't come as a surprise when they all started avoiding me after my brother died. His death was an accident- I mean who leaves a small kid to babysit a toddler? Really, really if your asking me the townspeople killed him. Not me. I just feel like you need to understand why i did it y'know? Anyway I grew up alone. A house on the outskirts of town, they never warmed up to me in the end. I would work in the library day to day, for the money. Nobody came in anyway and because we also sold books i actually had a paycheck. Buy myself food and go home. Rinse and repeated until all stains are washed away. Though, i guess in my case. Some stains are too tough to be washed out. I had heard about human falling down, i was a skeptic of course. It was the smell of dust that scared me at first, every time i walked into town it was there. Nobody ever seemed to need a funeral, that was the confusing part. Maybe a couple monsters went missing day to day, but they were back without a scratch after a while. I put it as something probably explainable. That was until i died- I mean i don't know if i actually died but.. When the human finally found me they seemed, exited. They looked at me like they had found buried treasure, unveiled some kind of hidden secret. And, and I was exited too if I'm honest. Though you wouldn't be able to tell-i was as horrible as i was to anyone on the surface. But he second they stabbed me in my chest. All my sympathies were gone. And, and when i woke up in my bed. Like puzzle pieces. it all clicked y'know? I wasn't strong so i needed some kind of external force, i did it though in the end. I wasn't soppy or friendly like the rest of them, so it was easy. I ruined my clothes but some eggs need to be broken -or whatever they say. When i strutted into town i thought i was a hero. But of course they were ungrateful; couldn't even thank me, i was chased out .And that's when your head archivist found me-and uh that's at. And I appreciate the job offer, really i do! I mean i didn't realise you were lacking in employees from the look of the place, then again i guess the library was the most organised place in Snowdin and I was the only there. I just uh- i need to be in a quiet place for a bit, maybe not here- I just need to think it over really" "That's fine, i'm sure you've had a nasty scare. and there's a lot you need to understand quite fast considering your position. I'll drop you off in one of those timelines for out codes! Yes, yes someone will explain it there" "I'm sorry timeline-" "A month? How's that-is that too much? i apologise if I'm inept. I'm not very good with time these days. Maybe not a whole number, that seems too equal; 2 weeks? How's that. We are desperate for employees for the archive so i would appreciate it if you could come back sooner." "Oh well i uh-Sure, sure! ill take a look through everything on the leaflet you gave me in the mean time." "Oh wonderful! I hope to see you again in the future- hopefully as an employee ha-ha!"

I remember seeing the soil slowly flood the grave, it felt like watching watching a man drown. He was dead already of course, but in that moment. Looking at magnus' cold still slowly disappearing face, that's when he really died. Beneath the soil. Would that be me some day? Would i too die under the meaningless embrace of dirt for a company that didn't even know my middle name? The grave was shallow, and the coffin poor. It was an insult to call it a coffin really, more a crude spikey construction of nails and scattered drift wood. It was the same gray as the rest of the place. At least it was decent weather considering the universe being a barren wasteland. The sky stagnated as a dull grey tinted by a blue. The wasteland was quite bleak, the land bumped up and down from the dirt hills stretching to nearby off to the horizon, it felt like they would go on forever if i tried to explore. Of course I didn't, i was too afraid. Elanor called it the company graveyard, and with 30 years of working here, I believe her. ------------------------------------------------------------ FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY [Sable Pri psyc eval No. #2] [[TAPE BEGINS]] "I remember the first time there was a death at work. The grave was in a unmonitored uninhabited universe. I apologise but I don't remember the number it has in the system. i aware it was delegated the company graveyard due to the institute's long term possession of the universe. The grave was shallow, approximately five to eight feet deep. I don't believe anyone talked. The body was rolled into the ditch, we filled the grave, and went home. Normally according to company policy's regarding on work deaths we would send the ashes to family with some kind of lie but magnus- [Mr Pri proceeds to stay silent for 1 minute and 10 seconds] I apologize, i wasn't on a first name basis with Mr Tiug. It's inappropriate to call him that- Due to Mr Tiug's lack of family, we followed protocol and buried him in the company graveyard as i stated prior. Ms Elanor Blaidd was promoted to M.E department head soon after the burial, and three years later due to her retirement i took her place as the head of the Multiversal exchanges department. That is all."