

Patient 0731 The scuffing of paws on pavement could be heard resounding in the street, as a white fox strolled down the rather delipidated sidewalk. His urban exploration backpack filled with all sorts of gear bouncing on his lower back, he approached his destination, his excitement putting a extra kick in his step. Sef had this place in mind for quite a few weeks now, and was thrilled to have finally gotten some time off to enjoy his hobby. Paddington Asylum was an old mental hospital that had been inactive since the 50s, and was beginning to grow even more obscure as the small town that it was located had more and more people moving out. Strange disappearances had been reported occuring in the town over the past few years, but Sef wasn't too bother by them. He wasn't going into the rougher side of the town; Sef was going urban exploring. Turning a corner Sef saw to his excitement that the hospital was just down the road. He had read up on this place and was excited learn about the automotive caretaker prototype that was located in the building. According to his research, after the American industrial boom during the second world war, some of the technology used to streamline war manufacturing that been repurposed for a more domestic use. The facility was supposedly equipped with a 50s state of the art automated caretaker system, requiring only a few medical engineers to maintain and medical physicians for diagnosis. No nurses or medical personal were needed in this place, just a few doctors to decide who takes what pills and who receives what treatment. Soon enough Sef had reached the front gate to the institution, and was happily walking up the stairs to the front entrance two at a time. Pushing on the heavy oak doors, they creaked open and Sef peeked inside, retrieving a flashlight from his pack and flicking it on, illuminating the hallway before him. The interior looked very similar to some of the other old mental institutions he'd visited, except the ceiling was lined with various lines of metal, with a few robotic arms connected to them, like a railway connecting and giving them access to multiple rooms in the institution. "That must be how they transport and handle patients," Sef thought to himself, as he padded into the building, passing several upturned medical tables and surgical trays, as well as the lifeless robotic arms hanging from the ceiling, looking humorously dejected at having no task at hand. Sef rounded a corner, and found himself in front of a room labeled, "Command center." His curiosity aroused, Sef padded into the room closing the door behind him. What lay before him was a large computer system, with several large displays showing black screens, assumably for security monitoring. Several dials and buttons were located on a control panel beneath these monitors, and, mostly noticeably, a switch with on and off labels, located at the off end. Sef couldn't help himself, with a jovial grin he padded over to the switch, and flicked it into the on position. Sef perked his ears up, and he looked up at the monitors. Not a single one of them blinked on, and he could hear no noise outside of the door, in fact nothing indicated that the facility had been turned on. Disappointed, but not surprised, Sef shrugged mentally to himself, and, finding nothing else of interest in the control room, he exited it and turned right, wanting to go deeper into the facility and perhaps find some isolation chambers or other quirks of a mental institution. Shining his flashlight left and right, tail swishing gleefully Sef marveled at just how ahead of its time this place must have been. Although covered in a rather thicker layer of dust, most of the furniture and medical equipment looked have seen little use. Turning another corner, Sef descended a flight of stairs and found himself on the isolation cell level. He walked open to a padded door and pushed it open with a paw, shining his flashlight inside. Thick, cushy padding covered the room from floor to ceiling, removing any possibility of accidental harm a crazed and even unrestrained patient might inflict on themselves. Marveling at just how comfortable the cushions looked, Sef took a step inside the cell to take a closer look. At that exact moment an alarm blared through the facility, ringing in the fox's ears. The hair on the back of his next standing on end, Sef tensed at the sudden disturbance, and turned tail to exit the hallway, only to be smacked in the chest and thrown back in with a "WUMP!" by one of the mechanical arms which had just sprung to life. Sef yelled in surprised, but his fall was conveniently broken by the soft nature of the room's padding. A calm, almost seductive female voice rang through a speaker in the ceiling of the cell. "A new patient has been identified to have been admitted into the facility, their ID number is to be 0731 and they are to be admitted immediately under protocol patient type 8. Patient integration sequence, initiated."