Intern’s Log: My Mom Wants Grandkids, My Boss Wants to Unleash a Monster, and I Just Want Answers About Vicky

  Date: Redacted

  Intern ID: Reynolds, J. (At this point, I’m just rolling with it.)

  So my mom keeps asking when I’m going to get a girlfriend.

  And my boss keeps asking about Project 001-VF—a.k.a. Vicky.

  Mom, I hate to break it to you, but I think these two problems are about to collide.

  Because Vicky is NOT a normal project.

  And also, she has three tails.

  Phase One: The Mysterious Project 001-VF

  When I first got assigned to Project 001-VF, I figured, "Okay, another nightmare creature like the wolf-man or Bandit’s bear army."

  But no.

  ? Classified as “Non-Human, High Cognition, Enhanced Combat”

  ? Rapidly developing neural network—faster than any previous subject

  ? Extreme adaptability to environmental stressors

  ? Possible latent psychic abilities??

  And, of course:

  ? THREE. DAMN. TAILS.

  So I did the logical thing and asked my boss:

  "Hey, why does she have three tails?"

  And my boss just smiled and walked away.

  Which is the worst possible reaction.

  Phase Two: Observing Vicky (a.k.a. Uh-Oh, She’s Cute)

  So, eventually, I got clearance to see her.

  And. Uh. Look.

  I don’t want to be "that guy," but…

  Vicky is kind of hot.

  ? Tall (6’2”)

  ? Anthropomorphic fox-woman (so we’re doing this, huh?)

  ? Golden-red fur with streaks of white and black

  ? **Three tails that move independently

  ? Glowing amber eyes that look like she can read your thoughts

  ? A voice that is disturbingly smooth

  And the worst part?

  She’s fully aware of how unsettling this is.

  Because the first time I entered her observation chamber, she just smiled at me and said:

  "Ah. The intern. I was wondering when we’d finally talk."

  I had so many questions.

  But my brain?

  My brain just went: “Oh no, she’s hot.”

  Phase Three: Vicky is Too Smart

  After spending way too much time in the lab with her, I’ve learned a few things:

  She’s way smarter than she’s letting on.

  She pretends to struggle with simple tests.

  But I’ve seen her complete advanced military strategy simulations in minutes.

  And sometimes, she finishes my sentences before I say them.

  She knows she makes people nervous.

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  And she enjoys it.

  I caught her tilting her head in the mirror, practicing expressions.

  She is weaponizing her own existence.

  She’s obsessed with my name.

  Every time I enter the room, she says it slowly.

  "Reynolds."

  Like she’s memorizing it.

  And one day, when I asked why, she just smirked and said:

  "Names have power, don’t they?"

  Nope. Nope nope nope.

  Phase Four: The Tail Problem

  I finally worked up the courage to ask about the tails.

  Her response?

  She just gave me this knowing look and said:

  "Oh, Reynolds. Do you really think the government gives extra appendages for no reason?"

  And then she laughed.

  What does that mean??

  Phase Five: My Mom is Not Helping

  Meanwhile, my mom keeps calling me.

  Mom: "Are you seeing anyone yet?"

  Me: "Uh, I’m working a lot."

  Mom: "What about that girl at work you keep mentioning?"

  Me: "She’s not… Mom, she’s technically a government experiment."

  Mom: "Oh, so she’s smart!"

  NO, MOM. THAT IS NOT THE ISSUE.

  Phase Six: Things Are Getting Worse

  Okay. This is where it gets weird.

  Because today? Vicky asked ME a question.

  And not just any question.

  She leaned in, looked me dead in the eyes, and whispered:

  "Reynolds… do you think I would look good in a dress?"

  I choked on my coffee.

  Why is the genetically-engineered, psychic, combat-designed fox-woman asking ME about fashion?

  And before I could answer, she just smiled and said:

  "I thought so."

  AND THEN WALKED AWAY.

  Phase Seven: The Realization

  I’ve figured it out.

  I finally understand what’s happening.

  Project 001-VF isn’t just a weapon.

  She’s a prototype for social infiltration.

  The tails? Markers of something deeper.

  Her intelligence? Designed for manipulation.

  Her appearance? Engineered to be disarming.

  She’s not just a soldier.

  She’s a spy. A weaponized seductress. A walking honey trap.

  And I am in serious danger.

  Because I’m starting to like her.

  Phase Eight: The Final Straw

  I tried avoiding her today.

  And guess what?

  She noticed.

  This afternoon, while reviewing test results, I felt a presence behind me.

  I turned around.

  And there she was.

  WAY too close.

  Then she leaned in, voice soft, and said:

  "Reynolds. Why are you avoiding me?"

  And I—

  I panicked.

  I ran.

  Like a coward.

  Like a fool.

  And as I fled down the hallway, I SWEAR I heard her laugh.

  Phase Nine: Current Status

  ? I am officially terrified of Vicky.

  ? I am also possibly in love with her.

  ? I still don’t know what the tails mean.

  ? My boss is watching me very closely.

  ? My mom is planning my wedding.

  I don’t know how this ends.

  But I do know one thing.

  Vicky is playing a long game.

  And I?

  I am already losing.