Failure.mp4

Story is a collaborative effort between 1hat6y0u and Magicallydelicous. This is a rewrite of ".mp4", originally by Magicallydelicious. Image of paper is also made by Magicallydelicious.
mp4 aka mpeg4 is a video file format that is used to store audio or video, you know the rest if you're a computer genius like my friend.
I have a good pal named “Mark”. Mark has been my friend since middle school. 
Stuff you probably don't give a shit about listed here:
We were both computer nerds, and we both liked it. We basically knew most things there were to know about computers. And obviously, we might've gotten bullied at least a couple of times, but hey, who said I cared? I had a friend with similar interests, and the kids that were actually in MY class didn’t give a shit and were fine with it. It was just THOSE motherfuckers. 
Anyways, important stuff here:
This happened during high school. I was in class with Mark, and this was our final period for the day. The bell rang, and we sprinted out of that building as fast as two tech-nerd middle-schoolers could sprint.
While I was walking with Mark, I thought of a plan we could do which was to go dumpster diving to see what we could find. He agreed. Of course, not without pointing out that it was fuckin dumb with a chuckle.
5 hours later, we ended up in a burger king dumpster. Stupid, I know, but it was my favorite restaurant anyway, so that was my first thought. We also stopped by to get some fries before the dumpster-diving, because as previously stated, it was my favorite restaurant.
We ended up dumpster diving. Sadly, Only things we found were a half eaten whopper, a couple of molded fries and just plain cheese. Or that’s what I thought. When we were about to leave, I looked in there one more time because it's dark outside and I was making sure I didn’t miss anything. Sure as hell did, because when I looked in the left corner, I saw a flash drive.
"Bro, come here, you have to check this out!" I yelled.
He runs over to where I’m pointing and reacts in surprise and intrigue. Our dumbasses could have come across a gore video or CP. But what we really found may just be worse or as bad. I’ll get to THAT later.
I asked him what to do with it, reasonably hastily. He responds by telling me he has a pretty old computer his dad used to use. It still worked, but was pretty shitty. I obliged, and we went to his house, just a few blocks away from the burger king.
We ended up walking there. 
He gets his laptop from his closet and boots it up.
It's pretty slow and aged, so it took like 6 minutes to get that crusty turd-lump ready. 
I get the flash drive out of my pocket and we plug it in. A new folder by the name “LIVING WEAPON EXPERIMENT ATTEMPT 1 LOGS” appeared once we inserted the drive into the computer.
Mark clicked on it. Various mp4 files were there. He immediately clicked the first one, titled “inducing_rage”  without any hesitation. Here’s what I remember from the video:
Video opens up with white stretched out looking text, reading “DAY 1”. The video actually begins, and the surroundings resemble that of a mental institution. Some guy is thrown in there by various people. 
Once the door locks behind the guy, he starts mumbling and screaming gibberish. The only coherent sentence I could make out from the guy was "GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING ROOM!" as he slammed on the locked door. One of his arms was seemingly broken, obvious by the way that it just limped there in unnatural ways. Video ends with a card that reads “Experiment was successful, continue as planned.” 
Me and Mark were very intrigued. We liked artzy-fartzy stuff, so this was right up our alley, considering we incorrectly assumed this was a cool piece of fiction.
The next video was simply titled “check_up.mp4”. Opens the same way as the previous video, this time saying “DAY 2”. Guy looks REALLY fuckin’ zoned out, just staring at the pillowy walls. He whispered a lot. The only thing I could make out from his rambling was “I want my family back.”. His arm is still broken. White text appears again. This time, the text reads along the lines of “He is not doing well. Good. Continue experiments.”
Next video, titled “very_angry.mp4”. Opens up with “DAY 3”. The actual clip just shows the guy just fucking destroying everything in his line of sight while screaming. His broken arm was now encased within a strange yellow-crystal substance that functioned as a sword with the way he used it. His eyes were dilated, like if he just snorted a shit ton of cocaine.
He pauses for a bit and goes to sit in the middle of the floor. He silently weeps profusely. Before what is going on can be processed, his neck suddenly snaps around the look at the camera with a sickening crunch and pop. His jaw extends and dangles back and forth. He crawls up to the wall with shocking speed and beats the shit out of the camera, the clip ending with a furious strike towards the thing.
Text now appears like every video, reading “He is becoming what we need him to be. CONTINUE”.
The next video was “physical_changes”. Text appears reading “DAY 4”, and it isn’t very eventful. But it still is very important. Yellow fluid pouring out of his hung open jaw, with his eyes being the same shade of yellow all over with no pupils. He was sleeping on his back with his eyes wide open. The fact he was sleeping was pretty evident by the snoring. Another more disgusting possibility I’ve come to realize over the years is that it could possibly be an example of a thing that occurs, titled “the death rattle”. Let me explain for those who don’t know.
The death rattle is a distinctive noise coming from the throat of a dying person, basically where their brain forces them to breathe because they can't do it themselves. It’s pretty fuckin gross.
The text that appears at the end simply reads “He is perfect. Send him to the battlefields.”
Me and Mark were pretty fuckin hyped for the final video (considering our asses thought this was a work of fiction), so, I got some snacks and we decided to watch the last one.
The last and final video was titled “failure.mp4”. “DAY 5”. The video opens with the guy now entirely encased in yellow crystals, with the yellow stuff just dripping off of him. Various people in suits walk into the rubber-room.
“Alright, Aston. Ready to fight for your countr-”
His throat, spraying the yellow liquid everywhere, simply yells “DON'T TOUCH ME!” The monstrous man slashed into one of the scientists who screams and yells into the other direction.
“ASTON, YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND! YOU’D BE DOING THIS COUNTRY A GREAT FAVO-”
“FFFF-F-FF-FAMILY!!! WHER-EWHE-WHERE DID THEY- WHERE- WHERE DID THEY GO?!!”
“YOU WILL BE HELPING YOUR FAMILY! THOSE RADICALS WON'T STAND A CHANCE AGAINST YOUR MIGHT! YOU SIGNED UP FOR THI-”
“NO! NONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!”
The broken man begins to rip and tear into the scientists with relative ease, while screaming out random names.  Here are the names I can recall:
“Martha”
“Eric”/”Ethan”
“Angela”/”Angel”/”Ava”
My basic guess as to what these names are is that they are the “family” that the guy is talking about. 
As the man continues to rip and tear into the scientists, the door manages to close on one of his arms, causing him to howl in pain, and for yellow to spray in every which way. The door opens again, and the man is met with immediate gunfire, dying on the spot. An uncomfortably long pause, and we get the final piece of text.
“Experiment was a failure, better luck next time.”
Me and Mark were still convinced this was fiction, and applauded the talent that what we thought were actors had shown. That was, until 2 days later when police showed up at my house. 
They had said that they were searching everybody’s computer for “suspicious activity”. Luckily, they didn’t find shit on my computer. (I mean obviously, what kind of “suspicious” things would I be looking at that would prompt the fuckin’ police to show up?) But something did happen to my computer that they never mentioned.
The zip file was gone, and so was the flash drive. 
I remember being in a panic and calling up Mark about how the police randomly deleted the zip file, and being mad if anything else. 
Most disturbingly though, I so vividly recall seeing white suited people handing over fat stashes of cash over to the cops outside afterwards. My brain at the time rationalized it as “oh, they were looking for some kind of evidence and that was just forensic stuff or whatever.” But I now believe that it was something much worse.
I remembered something vividly while typing this. 
I was asleep with my TV on (weird, I know, just bare with me here) some time before this happened. I probably forgot about it while the video was being watched. 
There was a section on the news channel I watched that was dedicated to telling the world about certain missing people, in hopes that making it public would aid in the search of the missing person. One day, I remember seeing a report of somebody named “Aston Jameson” on the TV, who happened to be wearing a military uniform.
More people in the military in surrounding towns had begun to go missing throughout the following weeks.
I recently got a piece of paper in the mail that simply reads “nobody will believe you”. I don’t care if they do. I will fix this.
I need to get to the bottom of this. I need to know what happened to those people. I don't know what will happen to me if I look any further, but I need to know. It’s the right thing to do.
I won't let them get away with this.
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