Post 262: Anderson at Home

oh no, thought the young, bespectacled man as one of the three phones on his makeshift desk, the one that was not a burner, sprung to life next to him, it’s her! His eyes went wide as two, three, seven images of his preternaturally developed baby sister appeared in the text chat. Several he had seen before, gleaned for research from the dark web or absconded himself for evidence through the tenuous back doors he’d hacked in their servers. The others he had not.

His heart raced, panic. He began to sweat, and to shake.

Subject #F8.009 was onto him.

More pictures materialized before his terrified eyes - some recent, some from earlier “stages” of the treatments she’d been previously receiving in the clinics of what was surely just one of countless epicenters of this female conspiracy to take over the world, Evolution Pharmaceuticals. His blood had begun to run cold, and he wiped his hand across his already-receding hairline.

Ten years his junior, his sister Mary Jane had become involved in very bad things. He knew it!  First there was the job, the menial secretarial position after school at the same financial headquarters where their mother worked as an executive assistant to one of the firm’s top officers. That was five months ago. Mary Jane was never one much for her studies, and after her promotion over the summer (into the position their mother could no longer manage, after her breakdown) and what Anderson counted as his sister’s third treatment she had not returned to school in the fall. Their father had, in his sudden, at-the-time mysterious illness, also lost his job and the family was now dependent on Mary Jane’s ballooning income. (Anderson himself could not, of course, be burdened with the obligations of employment - his time down here, at his basement workstation, was too valuable! The resistance needed him, and his online efforts to help root out the dark, hidden machinations of this worldwide conspiracy were a 25-hour a day job!)

Gas mask! Yes! Though he was on his last filter, he knew he needed - c’mon, c’mon! - to put it on if she was to be in the house. Whatever type of weapons-grade chemicals they’d induced her body to emit, they could now permeate even through the reinforced door of his basement bedroom.

Gas mask, locks…where’s my pepper spray??

He heard the footsteps coming down the basement stairs. He double-checked the locks. Anderson wiped his sweaty brow again and stood in front of the door, waiting, pulse racing.

A moment of quiet and then the doorknob rattled. Her fist, then, pounding on the door, causing his heart to stop. He gasped.

“OPEN UP BIG BROTHR!!!” she yelled through the door, “OPEN YOUR FUCKING DOOR!!!”

oh jesus oh no oh please

More pounding; the whole house rattled. Dust fell on him from the ceiling.

“Theyre upping my treatments so i’m going to grow even FASTER get STRONGR even faster get more BEAUTIFUL even faster watch out big brother youre fucking DEAD!!” she screamed, “u can spy on me with yr little friends but u can’t do anythng to stop me I’m going to take ovr this whole familyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! The whole fucking worrrrrrllllddddd!!!!!

oh my god oh no please make it stop

Take over YOU !!!!!

stop please stop stop stop

U want my pictures u wont need my pictures my videos ull have me all over your FUCKING FACE

i could just…i could just take this mask off…

….and it’d be so easy

Open up big brother let me innnnnnnnnnn

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