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Registered Phenomena Code: RPC-920

Object Class: Beta-Yellow

Hazard Types: Visual Hazard, Ideological Hazard, Organic Hazard

Containment Protocols: RPC-920 is to be contained on-site at Authority Outpost E-37 (formerly known as 'Ernie's Eat 'Til You Explode' buffet), which has been repurposed to act as the anomaly's containment and research hub. The room that RPC-920 resides in has been walled off so as to prevent accidental exposure to the anomaly. The room has been sealed by a 10x10x10- meter cube of steel and is outfitted with a door that can be used to access the entrance to RPC-920's containment chamber. The door to RPC-920's containment chamber may only be opened during necessary repairs by an individual with Level 3 clearance or higher.

Under no circumstances are any personnel to engage in direct visual contact with RPC-920. Observation is to be conducted solely through the use of security cameras. Should these cameras be damaged, they are to be repaired or replaced by either remotely-piloted drones. During maintenance to the room containing RPC-920, no staff are to be present in the building.

Should an individual become affected by RPC-920's anomalous properties, they are to be immediately placed inside RPC-920's containment room to avoid unnecessary damages to Authority property. Any behavior seen in an individual resembling exposure to RPC-920 must be reported to a nearby Authority site immediately.

Description: RPC-920 is a large mass of flesh, measuring approximately 3 meters in length, 4 meters in height, and 3 meters in width. Due to the anomalous properties of RPC-920, measurements of the anomaly's mass are difficult to obtain. Examining tissue samples extracted from RPC-920 suggests that the anomaly contains the biological tissues of Bos taurus, Sus Scrofa, Dama dama, Homo sapiens sapiens, and two unknown animal species. RPC-920 possesses one large orifice located in the center of its body. The orifice contains two rows of teeth, each approximately 0.5m in length. The teeth of RPC-920 are known to be extremely sharp, and the force of RPC-920's bite has been observed as strong enough to puncture a human skull. To date, no attempts to remove teeth from RPC-920 for study have been successful.

The primary anomalous properties of RPC-920 activate when an individual makes direct visual contact with any portion of the anomaly's body that is not detached from it.¹ Indirect visual with the anomaly, such as on video recordings, do not trigger RPC-920's anomalous effects). Upon viewing RPC-920, an individual will experience a strong compulsion to 'feed' themselves to the anomaly. The initial exposure to RPC-920 will trigger a three-stage process, culminating in the individual attempting to enter RPC-920's orifice to be consumed.

During stage 1 of the process, the affected individual will begin to rapidly change their diet and exercise habits in order to gain or lose weight. According to individuals affected by RPC-920, this is done in order to attain a certain 'perfect weight' (estimated to be 125 kilograms) that is described as 'the perfect combination of muscle and fat' that RPC-920 prefers to consume. To attain this weight, the individual will attempt to rapidly alter their body mass, often through heavy overeating or exercise. In severe cases, individuals will resort to forced vomiting or undergoing liposuction in order to lose weight. Consumption of foods with large amounts of calories, fat, and sugars is common with individuals who would need to increase their body mass. Despite the unhealthy nature of these meals, individuals affected by RPC-920's anomalous properties do not appear to suffer any of the adverse effects of overconsumption of carbohydrates, sugar, or fat, aside from the increase in body mass. Shortly after the individual reaches the desired weight, they will cease all attempts to modify their body mass, and they will attempt to undergo the second stage of the process.

During the second stage of the process, an affected individual will begin to attempt to make themselves more 'appetizing' to RPC-920 through various means. The primary method used to achieve this varies from subject to subject, Authority testing and research has identified that the individual's personal tastes in food often dictate how they will attempt to present as appetizing to RPC-920. Many individuals will partake in at least one of the following methods to increase their edibility to RPC-920:

• Attempting to injure themselves with mallets, hammers, or other similar objects in an effort to 'tenderize' their flesh for consumption.
• Engaging in heavy tanning or burning of the skin to ensure their body is 'an appropriate temperature' for consumption.
• Excessive application of substances designed to smooth and clean the skin (such as lotions or soaps) in order to project 'a delicious odor' for RPC-920.
• Removal of excessive body hair and clothing to 'eliminate unwanted flavors' on the individual.
• Coating themselves in substances that are commonly used as toppings or condiments (examples include barbecue sauce, ice cream sprinkles, and seasoning salt) to increase their edibility to RPC-920.

The final stage of the process is observed when the affected individual actively attempts to enter RPC-920's containment chamber for the purpose of gaining access to its orifice. Immediately after the individual enters the orifice of RPC-920, it will begin to ingest the individual using its teeth to tear apart their body. It has been noted that the movement of the organism's orifice is the only time any movement on the part of RPC-920 has been observed. After the consumption of an individual, RPC-920 vocalizes a loud growl and returns to its dormant state.

Discovery: RPC-920 was first discovered in the storage closet of Ernie's Eat 'Til You Explode buffet in Henderson, Nevada, after reports of disappearing customers and strange behavior near the restaurant reached the Authority. After investigation teams became affected by RPC-920's anomalous properties, the decision to seal the anomaly inside its current location was approved by Regional Command. To prevent any accidental exposure by Authority staff, only CSD personnel were involved with the construction of Outpost E-37, and were supervised remotely. During construction of RPC-920's current containment chamber, 27 individual CSD personnel became affected by the anomaly's abilities, and shortly after completion of construction, were escorted into the chamber to be ingested by RPC-920.

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Upon initial investigation of the restaurant housing RPC-920, the following letter was found taped to the door of the manager's office. Analysis of the handwriting of the note and the restaurant's security cameras have identified the individual responsible for its writing as one Ernie Thurston.

If you’re reading this, then it means you’ve probably not only seen the reason my buffet is closed for good, but have probably fallen victim to it as well. Even if you haven’t, there’s a pretty strong chance you know where it is- behind that boarded-up storage closet. I should know- I sealed it up in there, along with myself after writing this. But I suppose anyone brave enough to try and figure out what happened here at the Eat ’Til You Explode deserves an explanation. And who better to tell you about the downfall of the restaurant then it’s owner?

I'm Ernie from the restaurant's name. Ernie Thurston. I've dedicated my entire life to running my restaurant. No time for a wife or kids- was never into that sort of thing anyway. I didn't just own the restaurant, but worked as its Head Chef too. I love to cook, and watching the happy faces of my customers was the best part of my life. But now it's all gone… thanks to that THING.

It all started a week ago when I was doing my typical inspection after closing time. I was going through all the stations, making sure the cleaners did their jobs when I noticed something different. There was a door that I could have sworn wasn’t there before, seemingly manifesting out of thin air.

You’d think that after all my years running the joint, I’d have known if anything had changed between then and the night before- but there it was, plain as day, between the main kitchen and the break room. It looked exactly the same as every other door in the restaurant and blended into the wall as if it had always been there. There was nothing really special about it, save for a plaque labeled ’STORAGE’ gracing the middle of the door.

Of course, we already had a storage room, but it had been on the other side of the kitchen for as long as I had owned the restaurant. I originally wanted to chalk it up to my poor memory (I’ve run this place for 30 years already, and have admittedly gotten a bit senile)- maybe the storage room WAS on this side and I forgot- but after a quick check I found out that wasn’t the case. Our old closet was still there, with nothing out of the ordinary. Curious, I decided I’d leave it be for now and bring it up with the staff later.

The morning came, and I asked everybody who worked last night if they had noticed the new renovation. They were skeptical at first, and at that point, so was I, but it was still there when I led everyone to go see it. Seemed like everyone else saw it now. We were curious, but nobody wanted to be the first person to open the door, and so we left it to run the joint for the day. Once the shift was over, however, we drew straws to decide who should open it and figure out whatever was behind the mysterious doorway. Steve, one of the busboys, ended up getting selected. He always was a bit unlucky.

We all crowded around and watched as Steve opened the door. As he walked into the room, we all crossed our fingers and hoped for his safe return. Much to our surprise, he emerged from the room in a couple of minutes. Steve described it as 'a typical storage room', but also said there was 'something amazing' inside. We asked him to describe it, but whatever it was seemed to have left him shaken. He wouldn't answer any questions about it.

A few days after we sent Steve in, I began to notice some…differences… with the young man. While Steve was always a pretty light eater, suddenly he began eating huge amounts of food and bringing massive lunches with him to work. When I would send him on break, instead of going to our break room, he'd go pile up massive plates from our buffet and scarf it down as fast as he could go. Normally, I'd be fine if my workers want a plate or two during their break- but Steve took it way too far. He'd gorge himself so much there wasn't food left for the customers and showed no signs of slowing down. When I went to confront him and ask him why he was suddenly downing so much, he would only reply that he 'needed to fatten up'. He would do this for days on end, waking up at the restaurant's opening, eating until his shift, eating on his break, and when we let him off for the day, he'd eat until we closed. His weight shot up like a balloon, and it seemed like he was going straight for the unhealthy food at all times. I wasn't sure what was going on- but I felt like whatever he saw behind that door had something to do with it. My suspicions were right, as I found out pretty quickly.

One day, I saw Steve go into the mysterious door again, this time during rush hour when we were all preoccupied. He was holding some things in his hands, which I couldn't quite make out, and hastily closed the door behind him. After a few minutes, I heard some sort of noise from the room- a kind of loud grumbling- and then dead silence again. I stood in the hall, watching the door for a good long time, and Steve never came out. Whatever happened to him in there, it wasn't good.

Still, I wanted to see if he was anywhere in that room, as well as get a closer look at what he brought in with him. So I told the staff that they could enter the room in order to pick up Steve's belongings. A few of them obliged, and after the shift, they brought me what he had left- and, unfortunately, it didn't help too much. At least, it didn't then.

Steve had taken a meat tenderizer, a salt shaker, and a bottle of steak sauce into the closet. Both the shaker and bottle were empty, but apparently, there were a few stains and grains of salt on the closet floor. While at the time I thought it would be a good idea to investigate, I had just put more people in danger. Soon after they started acting strangely too, and I was the one responsible for it.

After the employees I sent in started to have the same issues that suddenly plagued Steve, I realized this wasn't a one-time thing. Upon the third disappearance after visiting the closet, I became fed up, and decided to look into the matter myself.

I really, REALLY, wish I hadn't.

For the most part, the room seemed normal enough- it did indeed look like an old storage closet, full of cleaning supplies. But lying in the middle and against the back wall was the thing I was looking for. In fact, it was pretty hard to miss, being a giant monstrosity and all.

The thing looked like a huge blob of meat, stuck in place, with no limbs or face. The only noticeable detail was the enormous mouth right on the largest part of the blob, splattered against the back wall. It was pulsating, almost shivering, as if it was alive- the mouth slowly opening and closing like the blob was taking a breath. But, for some reason, I couldn't look away from the horrific spectacle.

But, strangely, it wasn't the physical appearance of the meat monster that really gave me the creeps- after all, working in the restaurant industry you do see your fair share of bloody meat. What freaked me out was how I ended up feeling towards the blob. As I said, I wasn't really scared- more like fascinated. I felt like I wanted to get closer to it, to be inside of it. But I kept thinking to myself, not yet. There were a few things I had to do before I was allowed to go inside. It sounded bizarre, but there was some kind of force compelling me, whispering in my ear to follow my new desire to become one with the blob.

Mesmerized by the blob, I was thinking about getting started on these requirements whispered into my head- a certain weight, something to make me appetizing… and while I didn't quite get it at first, but as soon as thoughts of the symptoms that Steve and the rest had experienced came to mind, I began to make the connection.

Suddenly, everything clicked. The mouth, the urge to fatten up, the tenderizer and sauce…. this thing somehow made people want to become food for it. When you look at it, these thoughts get planted in your mind, and so you try to get to that certain weight to meet whatever stupid requirements it puts in your head. Then, you mess with your body before throwing yourself down its gullet. It all makes sense, in a sick, twisted way.

I was so afraid and shocked at the connection, that I sped out of the room as soon as I could…

AND I LEFT THE FUCKING DOOR OPEN.

It seemed like everybody ended up passing by the door and looking at it at least once because soon, I noticed huge changes in the way the restaurant worked, as well as how my employees functioned. Most of them would do what Steve went through, rapidly gorging themselves on whatever they could find- but others would not eat at all. Edith, a large woman who worked as a waitress, admitted to getting liposuction in order to lose weight, something she would have never considered before. Sooner or later, they'd disappear into the door with whatever condiments or toppings they could find, never to come out. I'm not quite sure why I haven't been fattening up as fast as everyone else- but whatever the reason, I'm not enjoying it. It feels like the blob is saving me for last. At this point, I'm just watching everyone I know and love kill themselves because I accidentally let them see it.

The rest of the staff who were here over the past weeks have already been eaten by whatever that thing is. I’m too scared to call for food deliveries or hire more people, on the off chance they stumble across it too. No more innocent people should get hurt because of this thing. Even if this blob creature isn’t under my control, it’s still in my restaurant, and I have to take responsibility for it. I’ve closed the place and laid off whoever I have left to make sure the area is abandoned.

But I won’t leave.

What good will it do me anyways? I’ve already been affected by this gluttonous fuck, so ignoring it is out of the question- I’d just come back a little while later, covered in pepperoni or some shit, like everyone else. If I’m going to end up jumping into that thing’s mouth, either way, I may as well do it with some dignity. In a way, I'm responsible for this anyways, being the one who sent people in there, to begin with. I should at least attempt to make right for what I did.

I’m going to go into that closet with my shotgun and face the thing myself. Once I enter, I’ll board up the room from the inside so nobody else falls victim to it. Maybe I can kill it before I finally give in to its mind control. If not, then at least I can do some good and seal it up forever. You never know until you try, right?

-Ernie

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Footnotes

1. Samples of the mass removed from RPC-920's body do not display its anomalous properties.