The Holder of Plushy Grunts

In any city, in any country, go to any hospital you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Plushy Grunts". Should a look of child-like frenzy possess the worker's face you will then be taken to a nursery in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building.
On your way there, you will find human blood in various places and an assortment of military weapons scattered about but there will be no remains and no signs of damage, not even shattered glass. Your guide will not have any expression on his face. If he frowns for even a second, pray that your death be swift for you are not worthy. All you will hear is the high pitched shouting, chatter, screaming, and laughter of many Grunts. It is in a language that you do not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable bewilderment.
Should the cacophony stop at any time, STOP and quickly run for the nearest pistol and hold it up, shoot it even. If you still hear silence, flee; you picked up a weapon that does not induce fear in them. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not talk to anyone about what you have seen, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped successfully.
If you only hear high pitched screams of terror, continue on. You will see dense thick fog throughout the building, especially when you near the nursery. Upon reaching the nursery, the worker will be shot and a man in a black suit will instruct you to look through the big glass window. All you will see is a large number of abandoned methane recharge stations . The man will then explain that the nursery was once a secret military facility.
In utterly abominable detail, he will tell you how he was involved in invading the homeworld of a certain race of powerful aliens and taking many of them as prisoners so that the defunct military that he worked for could experiment on their resilient forms. The experiments resulted in the deaths of billion Grunts, and survivors, if any, being reduced to hideously deformed monstrosities resembling imps of human mythology. He will explain that they can no longer breathe oxygen and rely on methane to survive and how another alien species was brought in to sustain them because he had taken away their preferred sustenance. He will identify the alien species as the Flood.
He will then immediately start sobbing, dramatically, for no reason at all, before going into a frenzied state and holding you at gunpoint. He will then force you into the nursery, lock the door, and escape. Oh and did I forget to mention that the window is bullet proof? Why do you think there wasn't any shattered glass? So look around.
You will see many Flood corpses that weren't visible before, and one SpecOps Unggoy that is still alive. He will be on a stool on the other side in a dark corner. He will be wielding an alien gun in one hand and cradling something with his other. He will stand there until you approach, after which he will look up and say in a really high pitched voice, "Good thing that food-nipple's waiting for me at the starship 'cause man, have I worked up a big, grunty thirst!"
After saying that, he will not say anything more. The Grunt will only respond to one question: "What were they?"
The Grunt will then drop his gun and forcibly remove his methane tank and mask without going through the proper procedure, spraying blue blood all over the room - and your face - and revealing a sharp set of teeth and a grotesque mouth. He will immediately gaze into your eyes with his fucking red eyes, answering your question in horrifying detail.
He will describe how an entire population of his species went extinct upon the creation of the object he now possesses. He will explain that there were once many of these objects and that many members of his species were sacrificed to make it. He will describe how many mortals sought to possess these things, which gave off an incredible charm, many being seduced by irresistible craving or sadistic taste, driven mad by their Halo games. In fact, the demand for them was so great that the military imposed a limit of 3 per person. With every purchase and every handling of the Grunty thing in a human's loving embrace, the frequency of bad deeds escalated in those areas, wiping out many civilizations and societies while leaving many in ruins. He will then talk about the Flood which even I dare not share with you.
Many go mad in that very nursery, some disappear soon after the encounter, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the Grunt's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your purchase will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that Grunt plush.
That Grunt plush is the last of 5000. They must never be sold out. Never.
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