Outshine

Between violating every basic human right and making disgustingly high amounts of profit, the Murkoff corporation figured it out that it would be beneficial to their inmates (and to Murkoff's figures) to hold an open day in the Mount Massive Asylum. Not only that, but they would also make help the patients show what they are capable of – besides gory-bloody murders, of course – by proposing a competition among them: Who will Outshine the others?

They hired the best media staff possible to film the event, among them Miles Upshur, the all-famous wedding videographer. He found this to be a great opportunity, since he got tired of all his other part-time jobs of recording paranormal activities and cheating husbands. Sometimes the two was even the same. So, he was all ready to bring the party to a new level.

On September 18, he arrived late to the event. Photographers, Murkoff personnel and others swarmed the place. Miles easily spotted the person who hired him, as he was the only one to look like "I'm rich and you are not". His name was Jeremy Blaire, a sleazy boss with a voice of a spoiled brat.

"Did you get here easily?", Blaire asked when Miles approached him, but it seemed to be more of a polite slogan than an honest question.

"To tell the truth, I thought I was lost when I almost ran over a guy, who was frantically shouting that 'Cut the man, paint the lines' at that slumber castle. But this building's only a tad bit different", Miles answered. Blaire stared blankly at him. "Foreshadowing, eh? By the way, could you please stop recording my crotch?" Miles quickly turned off his camera, his face flushed with embarrassment immediately. "Excuse me, it's just an odd habit of mine".

"Anyway, in case you need any technical assistance, let me introduce you our software engineer, Waylon Park, who will enthusiastically help you.", having said that, a pale blond guy stepped in front of Miles. The two silently nodded, sharing the bond of despising Mr. Blaire.

"O.K., please escort Mr. Upshur through the establishment, right Mr. Park? If you pardon me, I have something to check out", Blaire said, then rushed out the scene.

"Then let me show you around, Mr. Upshur. We have several display rooms where you can see for yourself what we mean when we say 'freak show'", Waylon silently pointed in the way of the massive building. Upshur readied his loyal camera, silently vowing to himself that no matter what he will see inside, it is still better than those dog-weddings he had to record and cut to the song "Who Let the Dogs Out".