PROJECT 64

This page is for the story of Maharba (64). Any stories made by Gamerboi64729 featuring Maharba will be included here.
==Prologue==
===Part One===
Location: Southwest Michigan, USA
Time: September 14, 2093, 4:26 PM
“God damn it, not again!” Maharba said. “I really thought I’d be able to hold this job for longer than the other ones.” Being able to hold a job had been really difficult during the apocalypse that was Earth, but he needed to, as he needed some way to get food. “I need to learn how to farm or something; that might be the only way to keep myself fed!” he said half-sarcastically. At least I’ve been able to stay in Michigan, being able to keep living in my home state has been nice. He walked back to his truck and started driving back to his base camp.
About halfway through his drive, though, he saw a poster.
“WORK WANTED!”
“Work wanted, huh?” Maharba said to himself. He jumped out of his truck and walked closer to the poster.
“Come to the old café on Main Street, near the gas station and the old supermarket. Food provided.”
“That old place. I remember before that café went out of business. Their coffee was amazing to sip on in the morning before I went to work.” Maharba jumped back into his truck and continued driving. “Might as well go to the café, it’s not like I have anything better to do.”
A bit later, he arrived and exited his truck. Entering the café, he immediately saw a few people walking around, about three workers and one person sitting and eating. “Hey, I saw the poster that said to come here for a job?” Maharba asked, getting the attention of a worker.
“Ah, yes,” he said. “Come sit down over here,” the worker continued, motioning towards a table. Maharba walked over to the table and sat across from the worker.
The worker, whom Maharba could now see, by his name tag, was named Jordan, handed him a clipboard. “Here, fill this out.” Maharba accepted the clipboard and started carefully reading all seven pages.
“Why are there six full pages of terms and conditions to this?” he asked, confused.”
“Just fill out the form, man. Do you want this job or not?” Jordan questioned back.
“Okay…” Maharba kept reading the terms and conditions. About fifteen minutes later. He had finished. “I have a few questions. This says that I won’t be allowed to leave ‘the facility’ unless the company allows it and that I have to follow every command I’m given or I will be ‘terminated.’ Do I really want this?”
Jordan sighed. “Do you want food or not?”
“I mean, yeah, but like—”
“Then fill out the goddamn form!”
This is suspicious, but I need to get food somehow, Maharba thought. He filled out the form and handed it back to Jordan. He spent a few minutes reading it then responded to Maharba. “All right, you need to go to Arizona, where you’ll be given your instructions.” He handed Maharba a paper with an address written on it.
“What?” Maharba said, shocked. “You expect me to drive all the way across the country for this?”
“Too late now,” Jordan replied. “You don’t really have a choice anymore.”
“Fine. I’ll go.” Maharba stood up and walked out of the café back to his truck. I have a feeling that this is gonna be a long ride...
===Part Two===
Location: Facility-8 Parking Lot, Arizona, USA
Time: Three days later, September 17, 2093, 2:43 PM
A truck pulled into a large parking lot in Arizona. “Finally, I arrived. It feels like that took forever!” Maharba said. “That was annoying. Well, at least I made it here fine.” He grabbed his duffel bag and jumped out of his truck, then started walking towards Facility-8. “Woah, I didn’t realize how big this building was! This place is massive!” The grey building was only about five or six stories tall, but its area was massive, seeming to go insanely far in all directions. I wouldn’t be surprised if this thing goes far underground, too. He walked up to what looked like a door and knocked on it. Nobody answered after a couple of minutes, so he knocked again. “Hello?”
After a few more minutes, the door finally opened. “Hello there,” the man at the door said. “Are you looking for Facility 8?”
“That’s what the guy at the café said,” Maharba replied, “and since you asked me about it, I’m assuming I’m in the right place.”
“Hmm. We’ve had a few forms come in recently,” the man said. “Let me guess. Maharba?”
“That’s right.”
“Alright, come in.” The man led him into the building, where there was a mostly empty room with a table in the middle and a few doors around the sides of the room. “Before we let you in, you need to perform a few mental and physical tests so that we can see if you are capable enough for this job.”
“Don’t see why, but I guess I will. . .” Maharba responded. Why would they need to test me? This is getting more and more suspicious.
About an hour later. . .
“Whew!” The past forty minutes had been the “physical” part of the testing. Maharba had quickly completed the multiple tests he’d been given, but the physical section hadn’t been as fun. He was fully capable of doing everything, but that didn’t mean Maharba wanted to be very active.
“Alright,” the man from earlier said, entering the room with two other men, “We have evaluated the results of your testing, and you will be joining us as Test 64. Welcome to the company.”
“What do you mean, Test 64? What did I really sign up fo—” Then everything went black.
Two hours later. . .
“What the—” When Maharba woke up, he felt strangely heavy. He sat up and looked at his hands, wondering if it was all a dream, but when he looked at them, all he saw were metal, robotic hands. He reached up and touched his face, but rather then feeling it, he just felt a metallic clanking sound. “What happened?”
“Oh, look, you’re awake,” a voice said. Maharba looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, and saw a shorter person that looked like a plague doctor. “Welcome to Facility-8. What number did Dimesion Labs give you?”
“They said that I’m ‘Test 64’ or something, but my real name’s Maharba,” he replied. “What is this place?”
“Welcome to the Dimension Labs Facility-8,” he said. “I’m Doc, Test 9, and I care for and fix up other tests. In Facility-8, tests go through portals to other dimensions and explore what it’s like in them, plus take stuff from them.”
“Uhh, okay. . .” Maharba said. “This is not at all confusing,” he said sarcastically.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it eventually. . .”
===Part Three===
Location: Facility-8, Arizona, USA
Time: About a month later, November 26, 2093, 5:23 AM
Maharba woke up and scratched another mark on his cell wall. “Day thirty-nine. Just one more day until I’ve been here forty days.” Maharba had progressively gotten more used to life in Facility-8, and the routine was starting to feel normal, even though it was still a bit weird. Around a couple weeks after he arrived, he had found this interesting top hat which was incapable of getting lost. Whenever it was taken, another version of the hat would appear on his head within a few hours, effectively duplicating it. Dimension Labs didn’t really like it, but they couldn’t do anything about it since another instance of the hat would just appear a bit later. He also got this cool handheld Tetris console from a massive spider-looking test in exchange for picking some locks, which was cool.
Maharba was expecting it to be just another normal day at Facility-8. When he left his cell, he saw a few non-test Dimension Labs employees bringing what looked like a new test, knocked out like usual, down the hallway. This wasn’t a super rare occasion; a few other tests had been brought in since he had arrived, but this one looked different. The test suit seemed to be an opossum, and the tail looked like it was functional, which was pretty cool for a test. Maharba had naturally taken the role of “welcoming” new tests into Facility-8, so he waited until the employees had left and walked into the new test’s cell.
Looking up at the sign reading the new test’s number that was positioned above the cell entryway, Maharba saw that this test was number 69. Nice, he thought to himself slightly ironically. “Hello?” he said to the new test 69. “You awake?”
“Eh?” Test 69 responded, still waking up. “Who are you?”
“I’m Maharba, Test 64,” Maharba said back, “and this is Facility-8 of Dimension Labs. They’ve given you the number 69, but I’d like to know your real name. What do you call yourself?”
“Uhh. . .”
“Yes?”
“I’m Reli, I guess?”
“Reli?” Maharba asked. “As in ‘Relish’?”
“Uhh, sure,” Reli answered.
“Nice!” Maharba said back. That’ll be pretty easy to remember. “Well, get up,” he said, helping pull Reli up, “so that I can show you what life is like around Facility-8.”
They got up and started walking out into the main hallway. I have a feeling we’re gonna be good friends. . .
===Summary===
The time is September 2093, and the place is Southwest Michigan. Maharba has just lost another job. He sees a poster advertising a job and goes to the café it tells him to, where he has to fill out paperwork to see if he can get the job. He’s then told to go to Arizona, where he’ll be given further instructions. A few days later, he arrives at Facility-8, where he has to run through some mental and physical tests. He’s given the number 64 and knocked out. When he wakes up, he meets Doc, who explains a bit about life in Facility-8. About a month later, Maharba is pretty used to Facility-8 life. He’s also found an anomalous hat and been given a handhold Tetris console by 985. On that day, a new test that looks like an opossum arrives. Maharba sees that she’s Test 69. He meets the new Test 69 and learns that her name is Reli. Finally, they get up and walk out of her cell.
==The Letter==
===Part One===
===Part Two===
===Part Three===
===Summary===