Ozone Generator For Car

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... well. Personally, I use an ozone generator. Run it for an hour... before venting the car. Bear in mind the foggers and ozone are both toxic..., so you do need to vent the car out.

... when I was a smoker! Ozone basically burns your lungs and... internal air circulator on the car while using so the ozone gets the HVAC pipes as... when done (don't open the car and take a big whiff .... A while after unplugging the ozone generator you can open the doors of the car and let it vent out ...

... wash then at a self car wash. Same for the cabinet... and bag it with a ozone generator after washing if needed. Or...

... wasn't too terrible and that ozone smell eventually left after a ... still back. Now regarding the ozone treatment, I only left it running while the car was not on at all. ... post, I should keep the car in recirculation while the ozone is working. I will probably ... have some suggestions regarding the ozone generator. When using it, do the following for best results. 1) Run the car with the a/c and ...

..., I use an ozone machine. I use it in a car for 30 minutes at... closed. I thoroughly air the car out before it is used. ... or after I get a car back from a smoker. Jerry The ozone generator really works. You need to... get rid of the source, first, and clean everything you can, but the ozone...

Attempt to find the source. Then use an industrial sized ozone generator. I had some car seats that smelled loke cigarette smoke. Two 30 minute applications and no more smell. Be sure to air things out for a few hours afterwards and dont breathe that stuff in.

... car dealership and find out who does their 'detailing'. They may have an ozone generator... which will remedy the problem. A used car I bought... had been smoked in, but an overnight with the ozone machine...

... swimming. The interior of the car was dark, save for the ... that smelled of copper and ozone. A sudden flash of headlights ... calm down when our wind generator shut down two days ago! ... in panic! Our academy's wind generator shut down just a few ...

Put an ozone generator to try to eliminate this odor inside the car. Let it go for 8 hours then aired out. Today it seemed ok for a while, but once it has been running it's smelling again. I'm wondering if I have an exhaust leak - this is especially with the top on..

... Tarby said: Might order an ozone generator aswell. Anyone used one of... really well tbh. Had a car that had been smoked in ...

As far as going used, you can get an ozone generator for well under $100 t9 get rid of any smells. Find the car or truck of your choice and if it smells a bit, get the ozone unit and let it run usually overnight will cure the interior smell. Just something to think about.

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... done. Rent an ozone generator. Let it run inside the car with all windows... closed up, the car on a battery...

Buy a shonky dangerous ozone generator from the internet and run it in the car with the ventilation running on recirculate for a few hours.

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I’ve had good luck using a small ozone generator for a few short cycles, then wiping everything down with a vinegar mix and leaving the car open in the sun for a full day. Also worth checking if your top or rear window seal is letting in water. Did you ever track down where the moisture came from?

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I’ve run a handful of ozone generators over the years for smoke, pet funk, and that “mystery basement” smell clients swear is just “old house.” This time I tested the Airthereal MA5000 in my own rotation, mostly because it’s marketed as commercial but priced more like an upper-mid home ozone machine, not the crazy expensive restoration rigs. Odor removal effectiveness is the real reason to buy ozone, and yeah, it bites. In a closed spare bedroom that had old carpet and a lingering dog odor, it knocked the smell down hard after a couple treatments. Smoke odor in a used car was similar: noticeable improvement, not perfumey masking, more like the source got hit. Ozone output capacity feels legit for the size, and it behaves like a high capacity ozone generator, not a toy ionizer. Commercial vs home use is where I get picky. It’s labeled commercial, but plenty of homeowners will run it, and that’s fine if you respect ozone safety. Coverage area performance up to 2000 sq ft is… optimistic in real houses with doors, closets, and soft materials. In an open area it travels, but in a typical chopped-up layout, you’re either running longer or moving it room to room. Treatment speed is good for spot jobs. Short runs helped, but deep odors in porous material still take multiple cycles, plus ventilation. User controls and timer are simple and mechanical, which I prefer over flaky smart features. Timer shutoff counts as a safety feature, but there’s no sensor feedback, so you can still overdo it if you guess wrong. Build quality and durability seem solid: compact metal-style box, handle, about 3.5 lb, easy portability and storage on the truck shelf. Noise level during operation is fan noise, not terrible, still not something you’d want to sit next to. Material and room compatibility matters: ozone can oxidize rubber, some plastics, and irritate lungs, so plants, pets, kid stuff, and people need to be out. Ventilation requirements are non-negotiable, windows open, HVAC fan on, time to air out. Maintenance needs look minimal, basically keep it clean and don’t block airflow. Cost efficiency is decent versus competitors if you actually need “commercial-ish” output. Manufacturer support, no clue yet, hopefully you never need it. Curious how others are timing runs for pet odor vs smoke, and if anybody’s actually treating a full 2000 sq ft in one go without chasing pockets of smell. submitted by /u/Futur_90 to r/HomeSetup [link] [comments]

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Had a clogged A/C pipeline for 2 months and the mold smell persists after the shampoo detail. How long should I run it? I heard there was concerns about it possibly messing up the electrical. Do I leave it running with the car in the garage? I don’t wanna do anything wrong. Thanks! submitted by /u/Sad-Hurry-5275 to r/car [link] [comments]

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I'm hoping to borrow an ozone generator to try to get some horrible spilled ice cream smell out of my car. submitted by /u/lizzybear_ to r/PDXBuyNothing [link] [comments]

Hi Ottawa, I’m looking to rent a small ozone generator for a short period, ideally one of the compact units designed for use in cars. I recently bought a used vehicle that was cleaned with far too much air freshener, and I’m hoping an ozone treatment can help clear out the smell. From what I’ve read, running the right machine for about 30 minutes with proper safety precautions should be enough. I’d only need it for about an hour total. If you know of a local business or individual that offers short-term rentals of something suitable, I’d really appreciate the recommendation. I’m also open to any tips if you’ve done this kind of thing before. Thanks! submitted by /u/gcorneil to r/ottawa [link] [comments]

An inexpensive ozone generator will help kill bugs and odors in any enclosed space. However, overexposure is harmful to humans, animals, and even plants. For vehicles, close the windows, set it to run for one hour, then open the doors to ventilate for 1/2 hour. In a storage unit, set it for one hour, close the door, return in three hours, then ventilate. In a house or apartment, remove or bag plants in plastic, set it for one hour, then leave and take any pets. Return in three hours and ventilate. For gnats in a refrigerator, run it inside for 10 minutes with the door closed, then wait one hour before you open it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60vUOZx9YMc https://www.amazon.com/s?k=ozone+generato&crid=1U8PWZXSV8HI8&sprefix=ozone+generato%2Caps%2C155&ref=nb_sb_noss_2 submitted by /u/PCDuranet to r/pestcontrol [link] [comments]

Hello! I am dealing with a pest problem in my car (carpet beetles and gnats/fruit flies) and have had the Orkin pest control man come spray my car and treat multiple times. This has not been effective. One other redditor in the pest control group mentioned using an ozone generator to kill any remaining bugs. I researched this and saw a horror story of someone using an ozone machine for hours and it ruined their car. Would you all recommend an ozone generator for this problem, how long would you recommend running it, and should I do anything special to prep prior to running this machine? I’m thinking of buying one from amazon that is like 6000mg/hr and setting it in the floor of my car in the middle and running the machine for about 10-15 minutes and then airing out for an hour-ish. Thanks!! submitted by /u/imtryingheree to r/AutoDetailing [link] [comments]

My dad unfortunately passed away in the passenger seat of his car in a parking lot and was found 4 days later by the police and they busted out the window. He had been living in it for months and I unfortunately have to clean it out and sell it because im incredibly strapped for cash and I need the money. How do I go about getting the smell and grime out in a safe and thorough manner. (ps I don't want to use an ozone generator because they degrade plastic and rubber) submitted by /u/SackAnnihilator to r/AutoDetailing [link] [comments]

I accidentally left an ozone generator on in my car for 1.5 hours. Once I realized my mistake, I opened all doors and windows and let the car air out but the damage was already done. It’s been 24 hours, and the car still smells like chlorine, plastic, and leather. It’s bad. I assume this will dissipate over time? What can I do to help get the smell out? Will it ever go away? What is best to use to clean with. HELP!!! submitted by /u/rob37tn to r/Detailing [link] [comments]

Schematic for Rotating Fan Base with Air Sensor & Ozone Generator (ESP32-C6 Nano) Hey everyone, I’m working on a project that involves a rotating fan base with an integrated air sensor and an ozone generator, all controlled by the ESP32-C6 Nano. Below is the schematic I’ve designed in Excel (dont curse me haha). The main components include: ESP32-C6 Nano for control and communication Air quality sensor to monitor environmental conditions Ozone generator for air purification Stepper motor (42BYGHW811) for the fan base rotation AS5600 position sensor for rotational feedback and homing https://preview.redd.it/qdh1oxm10jvd1.png?width=2739&format=png&auto=webp&s=cd924e3f82867e9e3cfa29269aac43a435759b8f I’d love to get feedback from the community—are there any improvements or optimizations you’d suggest? I’ve tried to avoid using the Bootloader Strapping Pins to minimize any potential complications during programming or operation. I’m curious if this approach could lead to any issues or if there’s a better way to handle this. Ultimately, i would like to use MQTT to make it communicate with my HomeAssistant environment. Thanks in advance for any input! Important note: I’m fully aware of the potential health risks associated with ozone generators. Rest assured, I’ll only be using this device in controlled, isolated environments (like a basement or inside a car) where it can be operated safely. submitted by /u/PubHeroNL to r/esp32 [link] [comments]

We’re having a flea problem that’s super anxiety-inducing for me because of my one and only traumatic experience with the little F*CKERS over a decade ago and I’m interested in a ‘salt-the-earth’ approach to eradicating them. I have an ozone generator being delivered tomorrow, along with Precor 2000 and PT Alpine flea and bed bug spray. Does anyone have any experience with the generator in regards to its ability to kill the pupa and eggs along with adult fleas? How long does it need to run in order to ensure nothing left in the house survives? I have a lot of spiders and just little bugs in general that I’d like to eradicate in the process as well so …..🤞 For context, my house is a little under 1,000 sq ft and is mostly hard flooring. One bedroom has carpet but otherwise I’ve burned all the rugs that I had lol. submitted by /u/SnooApples6115 to r/pestcontrol [link] [comments]

I bought a used car a few months ago, and it was smoked in by the previous owner. I mistakenly took the advice of some YouTube videos and ran an Ozone generator inside of it for an hour to try and get rid of the smell, and quickly learned what a mistake that was. While the Ozone breaks down relatively fast (~30 minutes or so), it reacted with the plastics, foam, caulking, etc in the car to where they are off-gassing a terrible smell (what I have learned to be VOCs). It burns the back of my throat and gives me a tension headache after being around the car, even for a short period of time, so the car is undriveable for me. Here's what I've tried so far : -Completely gutted the interior of the car - The carpet, seats, headliner, and dashboard are out. The HVAC system is still inside because taking that apart will probably require work that's well outside of my skill level. The smell is much less intense (especially after removing the carpet), but definitely still there and enough to make it undriveable even with the windows down. -I have two electric space heaters, and two powerful floor-drying fans inside to try and "bake-out" the VOC's. I do this with the back windows down a few inches, so fresh air can get in while the car retains heat. It gets up to ~145-160°F inside depending on the outside temperature. I've been doing this for about two weeks and it still has the acrid chemical smell inside from the VOCs. It's honestly amazing how it continues to smell this bad after the amount of airflow it has gotten. I see a lot of other reddit and forum posts of people who have the same issues after running an Ozone generator in their house/car, but little to no reports of actual solutions, other than time and airflow. Does anyone know of other things I can try, or have a success story after the damage of using an Ozone generator? I'm at my wits end with this stupid car, and have no idea what else to do. I'll probably have to buy another car soon if this doesn't get any better. Thanks in advance for any advice. submitted by /u/i_have_no_manners to r/chemistry [link] [comments]

I had my car stolen and when I got it back there was cigarette and weed smells so die. I bought an ozone generator on Amazon, 15,000 mg/h, and let it run in my car for 4-5 minutes with the windows rolled up. I then opened all the windows and aired it out for a few hours in an apartment garage. I am concerned of running it any longer due to the potential of melting plastic. What is the right way to run it and should I roll up the windows right after running it? Thanks! submitted by /u/SeparateFly to r/AutoDetailing [link] [comments]

I have read a few instances of people using Ozone generators in their cars to remove german roaches. Has anyone tried this on their own? Looking to see if it’s worth the investment or not. submitted by /u/Neverwasalwaysam to r/GermanRoaches [link] [comments]

Title. I left a ozone generator on for about 20 hours and now I can’t get rid of that smell. I’ve tried driving with windows down. I’ve tried freebreeze. Any tips would be appreciated. Thanks submitted by /u/13_Years_Then_Banned to r/AutoDetailing [link] [comments]

So, buddy of mine runs an airbnb. He recently had guests from hell, who smoked cigarettes, weed, and (as best as we can figure) heroin in his house. He tried airing it out for a week, no dice. It was still overpowering. So he went with the nuclear option and ordered an 11,000mg/hr ozone generator on Amazon. I warned him to be very careful with these things. I was almost certain that anything pumping out that much ozone wouldn't be legal to sell to a civilian. Guess I was wrong. He ran it 8 hours, 2 days in a row. The cigarette smell is gone, but now we're left with a much worse problem: The air is literally unsafe to breathe. I was stopping by his house to unplug his ozone generator at night, and just being in there for 15 seconds, while holding my breath, I basically destroyed my lungs. I've been coughing up green shit, it's terrible. It stuck to my clothes, and there was no way to avoid breathing it. Anyway, we've had the windows open for a week, and while it's no longer as toxic as it used to be, you'll still get a headache if you spend longer than 90 seconds in there. These things should not be legal. The manufacturers are all basically psychopaths who lie and say that ozone is either not bad, or actively good. These devices have not been approved by any agency for use in inhabited indoor spaces. Do not buy them. Anyway, my questions are: Is the smell/pollutant lingering in the air still ozone, or is it the products of stuff (plastic, fibers, etc.) that reacted with ozone? I've read that tropospheric ozone has a fairly short half-life, so I'm not sure why it hasn't decomposed yet. Is it just a "long tail" effect because ozone's detection threshold is like 10ppb? Or did it actually oxidize/volatilize the plastic fibers in his mattresses? How the fuck do we get rid of it? I have a biochem degree. I've done organic synthesis. I can dig through the literature. I can google. I have found nothing on removing lingering ozone from a residential space. Just a bunch of sad stories on message boards about people who had to move into hotels. Luckily, nobody has to live here full time, but the property does generate income, and this is costing serious fucking money (in addition to the cost of blasting the heater with the windows open). Our plan going forward is: keep the house as warm as possible (supposedly this decreases the halflife of ozone), and keep moving air through it. I've also read that humidity can affect ozone half life, but I can't find a source saying whether it increases it or decreases it. I once had a meteorology professor who did a demo where he took a UV light, and some citrus peels, he let the UV blast into a terrarium to generate some ozone, and squeezed the citrus peel oil into it. It pretty rapidly resulted in a cloud of photochemical smog. Could we take advantage of this? I'm thinking maybe some sort of cirtrus oil cleaner might react with stray ozone, and then turn into that same sort of smoky particulate looking shit, and then we can suck that up with a bunch of HEPA filters. Maybe even heating a cooking oil up to its smoke point and letting that greasy aersol get ozonated into smog. Does anyone have any reason why this would be inadvisable? (If your argument is based on "indoor air pollution", then it probably doesn't apply. The air quality here is already at maximum shittiness. It literally makes you ill to breathe for any real length of time.) If anyone has proposals, or relevant literature, or anything useful, please get at me here. If you aren't able to offer any help, take this as a warning. You are immeasurably better off just breathing shitty heroin smoke. Jesus fucking Christ. EDIT: Thank you guys so much for all of the help, explanations, and ideas. Definitely feel free to keep them coming, so that when someone 5 years from now fucks up like we did, and starts panic-googling, this thread will pop up and they won't feel like the first person in history who ever had this problem. For the sake of any googlers from the future, I'm gonna summarize it all here: The problem: We left the ozone generator on for way too fucking long. 15 minutes to an hour should have been plenty. 2 hours max. The consensus: We are no longer battling unreacted ozone, but the VOCs it left behind after reacting with plastics and other organics. Estimates for ozone half-life vary pretty wildly (from 7 minutes to 20 days). 8 days of aggressive ventilation, and a few days of heating, should have been plenty of time to destroy the raw ozone. Plus, the smell is no longer the overwhelming, single note of ozone. It's a deeper smell of "new car" + pool water. The plan now is: Thorough cleaning of all surfaces, floors/counters/walls/ceilings/ceiling fans (I could use recommendations for cleaning tools to dig into HVAC vents, if anyone has any ideas about that) Mattresses in the sun/fresh air. Leave them for one afternoon, then flip them over and leave them for another after. Maintain fresh airflow. Strategically placed space heaters & central heat to volatilize the VOCs. Cross breeze (one fan at front door to suck in fresh air, one fan at back door to extract dirty air). Fragrance-free Febreze on any porous surfaces. HEPA filters out the wazoo, especially in any areas with stagnant air. (Once the fans are set up and running, I'm just gonna blow some vape smoke to see whether it moves or settles.) After that, we'll seal it back up for a day and then check to see how it smells after it's been sitting for awhile. This one is only necessary because it's an airbnb, and he needs to make sure it won't knock anyone on their ass when they first check in if it's been vacant for awhile. If it's still awful, we'll go from there, but I have high hopes. Thanks again! submitted by /u/JeromesDream to r/chemistry [link] [comments]

[first] [prev] [next] Vuxten had just finished up with his physical therapy and was wiping down the equipment he had been using when he saw Casey come in. The Terran was wearing a pair of shorts, a tank top, and socks with his combat boots. Vuxten watched Casey with one eye as he finished wiping down the machine, resetting the controls, and moved his towel and bottle of water over to the bench. He sat down, slowly stretching his thigh and calf muscles as well as his knee and hock. Casey paired up with a pair of large Rigellian females, both of which outmassed Vuxten by at least double. Vuxten watched as the big human not only turned up the gravity but lifted enough weight for Vuxten to raise an eyebrow. Supposedly the big human was unmodified, but Vuxten watched him lift over a thousand kilos in 3.25G gravity, the two Rigellian women standing by wearing the heavy gloves to cancel the grav increase and help them lift the weight. Vuxten checked a 'normal' Terran against Casey. He'd known Casey was big, but the strength seemed... really really outrageous. There were a few planets that matched, but not many. Casey was apparently a human outlier, with some genetic engineering according to Vuxten's implant. Probably from a heavy gravity planet that had used genetic engineering to maintain their height. After a few minutes, Vuxten got up and hit the freshers, figuring to get in a good meal before studying for the next day's lessons in the officer's course. The food was borderline bland, but good. Vuxten had to stay away from spices, peppers, or any heavy flavorings for another week according to the physical therapist, who apparently didn't believe in much more than boiled chicken breast, vegetables, and some crunchy bugs or toasted bread cubes for contrast. Vuxten took it easy going to his room. His leg ached, but he was out of the cast and out of the brace and merely down to taking it easy and physical therapy. He still wasn't looking forward to the physical fitness test he'd have to take three months after they finally took him off of profile, which would probably coincide with right after he graduated the Captain's training. Studying took his mind off his leg as he went over the kinds of reports and paperwork he had to handle during the "Efficiency, Training, and Evaluation Reports" module of the classwork. He suddenly felt bad for all of his previous company commanders. He could see how he must have generated a ton of paperwork. Every cracked barrel, every damaged vehicle, every dent and ding in the armor, every time he pulled the trigger, every grenade he'd thrown and missile he had fired, his Company Commander had to account for, explain, and justify. He turned the page to "Self Tests: Non-standard and unacceptable reports" and read the first question of the self-quiz. "Your Terran XO has returned with the efficiency report for a new Terran Platoon Leader, a Second Lieutenant on his third combat tour. The XO tells you that the PL is a terrible human being, good for only shooting out of a cannon and into the sun to brighten everyone's day and probably steals from the local orphanage fund. Additionally the XO suspects the PL of carrying on an affair with an enlistedbeing of the same sex and another species, accuses the PL of stealing from the vending machines, and claims he once saw the PL steal the hubcaps from the General's personal vehicle. The XO is so adamant that the PL is the worst form of life to crawl out of a puddle of protoplasm that his blood pressure nears dangerous levels. "What is your response when the XO finishes his appraisal of the PL's abilities?" Vuxten knew this one. "Advise the XO that I will take his words under advisement. Once the XO leaves the office look for any points of contact between the two officer's careers, combat records, and personal lives. Examine if the XO has difficulty in his personal life or has recently suffered a head wound. Examine the PL's record as well as previous commander's notes. Make a note to keep the two officers separated while my investigation is underway. "Finally, go out and make sure the hubcaps are secure on my personal vehicle and check the security cameras installed on the vending machines after the incident where the green mantid engineers used them for 'robot wars'." Vuxten smiled and scrolled to the next question just as a knock sounded on his door. Vuxten sighed and paused the self-test before getting up and answering the door. He blinked twice as he stared up. The shadowed figure was massive, with one burning amber eye. "Sir," Casey rumbled, breaking the spell. "Oh, Lance Corporal," Vuxten said. "Is everything all right?" "Kind of need to have a talk with my sponsor," Casey admitted. "Leave the door open," Vuxten said, almost absently, as he moved over to the extra chair he'd hauled into his room and pulled it into the middle of the room. "Have a seat." "Thanks," Casey said. "Is everything all right?" Vuxten asked as the big human sat down. Casey nodded, then made a face and shrugged, then shook his head, holding his hand up apologetically. "I don't know, sir." Vuxten leaned back and opened a mini-fridge, pulling out two narcobeers. He popped the tops on them and handed Casey one. "Tell me what's going on in your head, Casey." Casey rubbed his one eye and looked up. "I heard through the grapevine that Peel and Archaya got picked up a few days back and will be here, and I quote: 'sooner than hell.' I didn't hear it from you, or anyone else, just through the grapevine." Vuxten nodded. "Someone's been running their big mouth. It's supposed to be locked down." Casey shrugged. "You know the pipeline. We hear the rumors before the Admiral finishes closing his mouth." Vuxten took a long drink, then shook his head. "You're wondering why I didn't tell you." "Yes, sir," Casey nodded. "How many days since your last episode?" Vuxten asked. Casey shut his eyes. "Six. Six since I heard Lozen calling my name." "How many days since your last nightmare?" Vuxten asked. Casey winced. "Last night." Vuxten stretched his leg and rubbed his thigh. "Tell me about it." Casey winced slightly. "It was a bad one. I was dreaming I was having sex with Peel and she suddenly turned into taffy and pulled me into her then turned into Lozen, wrapped around me, telling me she'd love me forever and ever and she loved me best, only it was her voice and Peel's voice combined. Casey looked up at the ceiling. "The worst part, when I woke up, is I wanted it so bad my hands wouldn't stop shaking. I wanted it so badly I almost threw up." "How long did it take you to get back to sleep?" Vuxten asked. "An hour of exercise, a half hour of meditation, taking a booster dose of my meds, and I went back to sleep for a few hours," Casey said. He looked away. "I dreamed of my mother this morning. I couldn't make out her face, but she was showing me the difference between the three types of ceremonial fighting knives at the kitchen table." "How was your day today?" Vuxten asked. Casey let out a long breath. "Tough. Two of my privates got in a fist fight, and no, I won't tell you who. I handled it. Another private lost a 10mm socket and we finally found it when it made a break for it from under a tire. I caught a Rigellian from Second Platoon taking naked poses of herself in the POL shed and posting it to social media, but luckily I had a witness with me. I handled that too." "And?" Vuxten asked. Casey looked down. "Lieutenant Gwarnkrek asked for volunteers to move the new Class-IV ammo nanoforges to the Class-V section," he opened and closed his hands. "For a moment I almost convinced myself that she probably wouldn't know that I was forbidden from being around them. I almost volunteered." Vuxten nodded. "I had a word with the Lieutenant at lunch about that," he said. He took another drink and tapped his leg. "All right, think about today. Think about how it would have gone if I would have come to you just before breakfast and told you that Peel and Archaya had been picked up, along with a civilian VIP. Think about how hard your day would have been." Casey looked up. "I can handle that stuff, sir. I'm a professional." "So am I, and I take my duty seriously. My duty is to ensure that you are given the tools you need to recover. You're on profile as it is," Vuxten took another drink. "Casey, I can't imagine what kind of shock this was, to find out something called a 'necromancer' wandered by a raised your girlfriend from the dead, but I think I know a little better today than I did two days ago." Casey frowned. "How so, sir?" Vuxten tapped his leg, then ran his finger up and down his sweatpants leg. "A few years ago, when I was still a janitor, my wife's twin sister vanished on their birthday. When I went to work a few days later, I found her in a cell that they had assigned me to clean." Vuxten looked up at the light and sighed, the memory coming back. The ozone tang of the neural pistol set on high, the smell of blood and brains and bowel, of burnt hair and scorched flesh. "The Lanaktallan Corporate Executors had shot her in the head. No reason. She wasn't a problem," Vuxten said softly. "The Lanaktallan killed my sister-in-law, who I had known since my wife and I were podlings." "I'm sorry, sir," Casey said slowly. "Oh, the story doesn't end there, Lance Corporal," Vuxten said. He shook his head. "Something weird happened, probably has to do with the Purple People Eaters, but a fleet from another dimension arrived during an emergency transit jump." Vuxten looked at Casey. "The Telkan Task Force was sent back to Telkan and my wife, the Planetary Director, met with them." Casey frowned for a second. "Your sister-in-law is with that fleet, from a dimension where she wasn't killed in some cell." Vuxten nodded. "Yes. So was another one. And a third. And my mother-in-law. And my little brother, who a Lanaktallan Corporate Executive ran over with a car when I was still a podling." Vuxten clenched his fists for a moment. "The Overseers were cruel just for cruelty's sake so often. I have to set that aside, put it aside, and fight alongside them, help save the innocent people of their species that suffered just as much as me, as my family, as my people." Vuxten looked up. "I am full of confusion, of remembered horror and sick gratitude that my family is partially restored," he tapped his cybereye. "Do you know what the majority of the dimensional refugees have in common?" "What?" Casey asked. "With one exception, I'm the one who is dead. That exception, I'm known as 'the Undying Vuxten, First Among the Second Biological Disciples of the Digital Omnimessiah, Brother in Wrath to Enraged Phillip," Vuxten looked back down. "Enraged Phillip, also known as Daxin, also known as Osiris. A man I fought next to on Telkan." Vuxten looked back up. "Do you get what I'm saying." Casey grinned. "That I need to quit my whining and get down off the cross because someone else needs the wood to build a fire to keep the wolves away." Vuxten laughed and shook his head. "No. God, I'm terrible at this. The book's advice sucks." "Empathize and show your troop you can understand their problem," Casey quoted. Vuxten grinned. "We're in the middle of a war against dimensional invaders who manipulate time while fighting against a hundred million year old civilization while fighting against mechanical horrors from beyond the stars, and we're supposed to tell one another we understand what each other is going through," Vuxten laughed, then took a drink and shook his head as he lowered the bottle. "By the Digital Omnimessiah, man, look at us." Casey raised an eyebrow. Vuxten noted it was the one over the patch. "What, sir?" "My sister-in-law is back from the dead, thanks to dimensional fuckery, your girlfriend, who you've dated since before my grandmother was born, is back from the dead thanks to what is apparently a wandering necromancer with nothing better to do, and we're sitting here thinking 'By the Digital Omnimessiah's glittering ballsack, how can I help him when the situation is that fucked up?' about one another," Vuxten laughed. Casey grinned, shook his head, then laughed. "So you figured if you were that mixed up about it all, you'd get some advice before telling me to make sure I didn't go absolutely ice cream crazy." Vuxten nodded. "That's about it." "When do they get back?" Casey asked. "Tomorrow at roughly nineteen hundred local. There will be a couple days debriefing, then you'll be able to see her," Vuxten said. He tossed the empty into the trash and grabbed another, popping the top. "Think you can handle that wait?" Casey shrugged. "I think so." He drained the beer. "You know what you're going to do about your um... hm... how you're..." Vuxten kind of drew it out. He handed the big human another narcobrew. "Religious issues?" Casey asked with a smile, accepting the beer and popping the top. "Yeah, those," Vuxten said. Casey sighed. "I have to watch out for sophistry," he admitted. "The Gods can be tricky, can tempt a mortal into missteps, tempt them into foolishness, and I can lose my place in Heaven, as a simple explanation." Vuxten shrugged. "I'm not going to judge." "I've searched my clan's honor code. I've consulted writings, including the expanded writings of the prophets. I've prayed. I've sweated. I've begged for an answer that I can understand. I've pleaded for the wisdom to know whether or not this is a trick, a cosmic joke on not just me, but Peel, and everyone who knows this," Casey admitted. Vuxten nodded. "But it's more than that," Casey suddenly said. Vuxten frowned slightly, noticing that Casey looked suddenly worried. "What is it?" "How is Peel going to react to it all? You've met her. She's stubborn, intelligent, emotional, everything I love about a woman wrapped in one passionate package. How's she going to react when we meet? I know she's considered my religious beliefs, how I might feel, and what does that mean for us?" Casey asked. "How does she feel? What is it like for her to have someone use basically magic, and yes, I know it's nanites, but it might as well be magic, to bring her back from being killed twice, once by her boyfriend? I'm trying to figure out how she feels so I can brace myself if she chooses to reject me. I'm trying to figure out what's going on in her head, and I keep getting the same damn answer and it makes me a terrible person." "What's the answer?" Vuxten asked. "The last thing I saw go through her head was a bullet," Casey said. "How in the name of Tyr's stolen beard do I explain: 'Oh, yeah, I'm the one that shot you in the face.' if she remembers that? The worst part? The absolute worst part? Part of me is terrified that she's got a big bald spot on the back of her head and is royally pissed about it and then she's going to realize she has it because I shot her in the face." Vuxten held still for a second. His whiskers twitched, then his cybereye clicked twice. Casey's mouth twitched. Vuxten snickered. Casey laughed. The human and the Telkan laughed for a few minutes before they both straightened up and took a drink of their beers. "Things are just all fucked up, aren't they, Lance Corporal?" Vuxten asked. "Malevolent universe, god laughs at us, blah blah blah, sir," Casey said. He gave a big hitching sigh. "I feel better now, sir." Vuxten nodded. "Don't get up, rest that knee," Casey said, starting to stand up. "Casey," Vuxten said. Casey paused, caught between standing up and sitting down, then stood all the way up. "Sir?" "A question," Vuxten said. "Go ahead, sir." "Today, in the gym, I saw you working out. How? How do you lift that much?" Vuxten asked. "You said you're OG human, no gene mods, no cybernetics. How can you lift that much in that high gravity?" Casey was silent a long moment. Vuxten noticed the shadows seemed to thicken and gather around the human, his empty eye socket filled with amber fire that leaked through the eye patch. "There are some things, sir, you do not want to know," Casey said. "By your leave, sir." "Carry on, Lance Corporal," Vuxten said. He watched Casey leave and sat for a long time, tapping one finger against the side of the bottle. After a long moment, he turned and went back to his self-test. Casey was right. The book said that Vuxten should know everything possible. But sometimes there were things that you just didn't want to know. [first] [prev] [next] submitted by /u/Ralts_Bloodthorne to r/HFY [link] [comments]

Part 1 Part 2 ​ “Oh no, no, NO!” I said anxiously. I immediately realized that the odor was very similar to what we noticed when we entered the bunker for the first time. Only much, much stronger. My Geiger counter started clicking too. “What’s going on? Asked Alex. “That guy, Moroz, he told me about this. He told me to run.” I said. Just as he finished, the door shook in an enormous slam, sending dust flying in the air and slightly bending ouwards. There was nowhere to run. We had a heavy steel door on one side, and god-knows what on the other. I had no idea how we could survive. Luckily, Alex had. “Do you still have the rope?” he asked. Without hesitation, we tied it around one of the pumps. It wasn’t easy at first, working with the rope with my hands shaking violently. But then another loud slam echoed through the room. One of the bolts that held the door was launched across the room. I felt a wave of cold run down my spine, and suddenly, I had just this one purpose. To tie the knot. Everything else just shut down in my head. I was done and we dropped it down the broken vent that Alex got dragged into before. We stepped inside and started sliding down the rope. I then heard another slam and then what I think was the door, hitting the ground. It was through. I slid faster, but the rope was starting to burn my hand. I lost the grip and fell down a few meters, landing on top of another vent. It broke, and I fell through inside another corridor. Alex then landed on top of me. ​ ​ It took us a few moments to get back to our feet. I looked around and saw an orange door titled “Decontamination”. We were on level 3. There was no handle, only a button on the wall next to it. I pressed it and the door opened after a few seconds. We entered a small room with a control panel. Using it, I closed the door behind us. Several jets then blasted us with air, a green light popped up and then, another door in front of us opened, inviting us deeper into the facility. I noticed that the control panel was stained with a smudge of fresh blood. Was Moroz still alive and went through here? We couldn’t go back. Our only option was to see how deep the rabbit hole goes. It was supposed to be a cleanroom but the place was wrecked even more than the upper levels. After some walking and searching, we found a room that looked like a makeshift infirmary. A few dozens of beds separated with plastic curtains, some medical equipment. Some beds still had information clipboards attached. ​ ​ Patient 2 QUARANTINE Survey team C Patient in coma ​ Observation only Do not interfere ​ Deceased, 07:28 - unknown ​ ​ Patient 6 QUARANTINE Survey team C Patient in coma ​ Observation only Do not interfere Deceased, 07:52 – unknown ​ ​ Patient 19 QUARANTINE On-site operative assistant, first contact with Survey team C Massive blunt force trauma – chest (suspected internal damage)Cranial concussionSuspected damage to cervical spineDislocated L shoulderFracture – L humerusMultiple lacerations – chest ​ Deceased, 04:04 – internal hemorrhage ​ ​ Patient 7 QUARANTINE Survey team C Patient is psychotic and unresponsive Mild to moderate frostbite Observation only Do not interfere ​ TERMINATION ORDER Signed: A. Moroz ​ ​ There were some body bags on the other side of the room. Empty. We searched the area and eventually ended up in the lower levels of the facility. There was this rotten smell all around. We entered a room, and, well… there was this substance everywhere. On the walls, floor, ceiling, everywhere. It was like flesh, with tendrils or veins running across it, like from a Dead Space game. Then we found bodies attached to it. Dozens. Shriveled up like dead insects in a spider web. “I think we should go back.” Alex said, anxiously. We turned around and went back but then I heard some debris shift in the distance in the corridor we came from. Soon enough, one of these things crawled into the light emitted by my flashlight. It stood there for a while, staring at us with its blank eyes. And then it leaped forward. Then it fell to the ground, dead, and an empty shotgun shell did too soon after. I heard more of them making their way towards us in the distance, so we ran deeper into the facility. I shot a few more on the way, but then ran out of ammo. ​ ​ We eventually found a long, dark tunnel flooded with water. The things were almost on us. I could see them crawl along the walls behinds us. We entered the tunnel. The water slowed us down considerably, and I awaited the worst, but then I noticed that we weren’t followed. They wouldn’t go inside the tunnel. We walked for I don’t know, an hour? Two? The water was ice cold, luckily it was only about knee-deep so it wasn’t too terrible. I already said that Alex didn’t look well since I found him, but as we walked through, he seemed to be getting worse. He complained that his head hurt and he felt dizzy. His skin got pale and he looked very weak. After some time, I had to support him and later, he completely collapsed and fell unconscious. We couldn’t go back, so my only option was to find a way to drag him through the water. It went like this for some time but then I heard something far away in the direction we came from. A splash. I turned and shined my light into the black tunnel. Nothing. I went to continue walking, but then I heard it again. “Hello?” I called, hoping to hear an answer. Maybe Moroz was here? Or did the creatures follow us after all? Nothing. I quickened my pace, but it wasn’t easy dragging another person and moving through knee-deep water. The sounds continued. They weren’t getting closer or farther, they were just there. Then I reached the end. The tunnel was closed off with another massive steel door and no visible way to open it. It was a dead end. I stopped moving and listened. Those sounds, it wasn’t just a splash. It was more like … as if someone or something was wading through the water. I panicked and started banging on the door, calling for help. I had nowhere to go. The sounds were now getting closer. I saw waves in the water. It was now very close. I slowly turned again, and looked into the tunnel. I saw nothing and heard nothing. Just silence and darkness. And then the familiar scent hit my nose. Ozone. ​ ​ Then I heard metal shift behind me, and the door opened. “Dimitri?” A familiar voice called. Moroz. “What – who is…? Oh no, you brought it here!” He pulled me and Alex through the door and then shut it again as fast as he could. “That’s your friend? How…? What happened to him?” He asked as he looked at still-unconscious Alex. “I don’t know. Are you okay?” I asked back. He had a large gash across his face and his right eye. “Well no thanks to you.” He responded. He noticed the makeshift bandage on Alex’s arm and unwrapped it. What he had on his arm wasn’t just a regular wound. It was a bite mark. “That.” Moroz said and pointed at it. “Stand back.” He stood up and drawn his pistol. “NO, wait! At least tell me what’s going on!” “He’s going to be dead in a few minutes. This will make it easier. For him too, but mostly for us.” “What? Please! Is there really nothing else we can do?” I pleaded. He looked at me, looked at Alex and then stood there, thinking for a moment. I was immediately relieved when he holstered his gun again. “Okay. This might help him.” He said, and dug up a case with a syringe from his backpack. It looked used recently and was only about half full with a clear liquid. He injected Alex with the rest of it. “It won’t matter anyway.” He said. “What do you mean?” “Follow me. Take him too if you want, I’m not carrying him.” ​ ​ “I guess you’ve probably already figured out that this all had something to do with the disaster 30 years ago.” He explained as we moved through the facility. “The first machine we used for the teleportation experiments, it wasn’t powerful or reliable enough. We figured out that this whole thing wasn’t as simple as it seemed. We weren’t just teleporting one thing to a different place, we were transferring them between multiple parallel realities. But it was limited, we could only ‘exchange’ two objects with equal mass between two identical places in 2 different realities. So, they built a new machine here, and used a nuclear reactor to power it, hoping that we could possible move anything to any place between 2 given realities. “ “We started exploring whole new universes, saw worlds where the Germans won World War 2, worlds where we all destroyed each other, even worlds where life never evolved on Earth. But then, someone had this idea. If there are these parallel universes, what is between them? There was only one way to know. And that’s when it went wrong, as I said. We should have been happy with what we had. But we always want more, right?" “We tried to access this ‘conduit reality’ as they called it. But when they activated the machine, it stayed open. Something happened, and a ‘portal’ was created, independent from our machine. It was sustaining itself.” “So, we sent a survey team in there. They came back after a few minutes, reporting all sorts of strange things. About how a strange feeling filled that place, how space and time themselves felt odd, even how some of them claimed to have seen themselves at different places at once. They wouldn’t go back, even if threatened with all sorts of penalties.” “We sent a second survey team later. This one didn’t come back at all. So we send a third team to find them. They came back, but something wasn’t right with them when they returned. Their minds were like … erased.” I pictured the blank stares of the creatures we fought on the way. “Shortly after they returned, a massive burst of energy flowed out from the portal straight up, into the reactor. But that wasn’t all.” “And you know all this because you took a sick day, right? I asked. “I was at a different place in the facility when it happened. I’ll never forget when they came to me, saying, that something came through, into our world. “What was it?” I asked. “I don’t know. Nobody knows. It wasn’t unlike anything we’ve ever seen. And it killed almost everyone here. Not just killed, it did stuff to people. You’ve seen.” “We’re here.” We entered a control room, filled with computers and various controls and displays. Moroz closed another blast door and sealed us inside the control. “We need to close the portal. We have tried it before, but these things wouldn’t let us.” “So where are they now?” “As soon as I heard that you went inside the facility and came back, I knew something was off. This place used to be full of them. At least one is still here – the smell of ozone. But a few years ago, anyone who went in wouldn’t get alive past Level -1. But we’ve got this far, and I don’t know why. That’s what scares me. Something isn’t right.” ​ ​ “I know that I am asking for a lot, but we need to go inside the portal and use this.” He emptied his backpack and took out a crude-looking contraption with all sorts of wires, coils and other bits hanging from it. “We need to place one end in the other reality and then return with the second end into ours. If it works, it might cause the portal to collapse.” “And how do you know that the same thing that happened to the third team won’t happen to us too?” I asked. “That’s the thing, I don’t. But I’ll tell you this – you know how they built that concrete shield over the ‘reactor’? They weren’t trying to seal the reactor. They were trying to seal this place, to prevent whatever came into our world from getting out. And a few years ago, the thing we feared most happened – the shield started cracking. They were trying to get out. So, they built a new containment building recently, as you know. But for how long will this go on? Sooner or later, something will fail and they will get out. This might be our only chance to end this for good.” How the hell did I get into this? I thought. I was just a random guy at the wrong place in the wrong time, but Moroz was talking as if the fate of our world depended on me. But maybe he was right. Whatever set of coincidences has brought us here– brought me here, maybe me and Moroz were the only people who could do what needed to be done. “Alright, let’s do it.” I said. ​ ​ We put on a pair of what looked like modified space suits, left everything other than the device in the control room and entered the machine. We were in a dome-shaped chamber full with complicated machinery. In the center, there was a sphere of white light. Above it, a black, hollow shaft going straight up with cracks and debris around the opening. We tethered ourselves to a steel rail and Moroz walked forward, into the sphere and vanished. After some hesitation, I did the same. ​ I found myself in a place that I can’t describe. There was no up or down, and I could ‘walk’ in any direction. It looked empty, yet I could see countless infinitely large shapes with billions of tiny shiny dots on the surface. “Here.” A voice called. I looked for Moroz but I couldn’t find him. “Where are you?” I called. “Come,” he said and grabbed me by the arm, seemingly out of nowhere. I noticed hundreds or thousands of other white spheres in the distance around us. “Are those…?” “Yes. Portals from other parallel realities.” “Are we going to close them all?” “No, just ours. The others are not our problem. They will have to find their own way to handle it.” We walked towards one distinct shape, as with everything here I struggle to describe it. It was like a fractal, the same shape repeating over and over and over again. “I think this is it.” Moroz said, and started doing something with the device. It beeped several times and then started making a high-pitched hum. “Oh no, no, this isn’t good,” he continued. “What’s going on?” “Listen, I need you to take the other end and return. Once you’re back, pull this switch and keep this button pressed until it activates. I have to stay here.” I picked up my end of the machine and watched as a wire started unreeling between the two. “What about the key to the door out?” I asked. “There is no key.” “WHAT? But you said… that wasn’t the plan! “This was always the plan. I couldn’t risk…” he didn’t finish. I saw something in the corner of my eye. Movement. “Shit! Don’t look at it! Go NOW! RUN!” Moroz said. And I listened. ​ ​ I ran back, followed the line back into our portal, with my eyes almost closed. I went through, placed the device on the ground, flipped the switch and the device started producing a similar high-pitched noise. I pushed the button. For a second or two, nothing happened, and then, suddenly the device (or the portal?) let out an ear-piercing whine, an intense flash and a wave of heat. And then, it was gone. Severed wires and tether line laid there on the ground, where the portal used to be. In the meantime, Alex woke up. He looked much better, and I told him what happened while he was out. We didn’t know what to do now. We thought about going back, and trying to cut the chain on the door outside again, but after what happened last time, we doubted that it could work. We probably wouldn’t even get there alive at all. But then, Alex had this idea: “What if we can use the machine to teleport out of here?” ​ ​ It took us several hours to figure out how the controls worked. It was heavily damaged and the reactor was obviously out of question but the generators above supplied enough power for a simple ‘translocation’ as they described it. All we needed to do, is input a target vector. And then, the familiar clicking and smell of ozone came. A powerful slam shook the whole room and left a large dent in the steel door that connected the control room with the rest of the facility. “Fuck, not again!” I yelled. “I think I got it! They have some vectors written down here. We just need to add some height and we’ll get above ground,” Alex explained. “Make it fast!” I said as the door shook in another slam. He did something and the controls lit up with alarms sounding. We ran to the core chamber and closed it behind us, just as we heard the control room door give way. We stood in the center and waited. Sparks and smoke filled the room as the machine did its thing. Please work. I heard another slam and the door to the chamber broke off the wall and fell to the ground. ​ I looked over and then, the time froze. I didn’t feel fear, I felt at peace. I felt as if I was just a step away from understanding everything. I wanted to stay here, forever. ​ A flash suddenly blinded me, and then I bumped mu head into something. I opened my eyes and breathed in fresh air. We were laying upside down in a crater-like hole in the ground in a forest. We were out. We found our car after a few minutes. We saw several military helicopters fly in the opposite direction as we driven home. Alex checked in a hospital with a made-up story of an animal attack. He was okay in the end. We didn’t talk about it again. It was over and I though that our world was safe from whatever stayed at the other side of the portal. But when I finally returned home that day, I noticed that something wasn’t right. The old cherry tree that we used to play at when we were kinds – it wasn’t there. There was an apple tree instead. ​ ​ “…We’ve managed to transport an apple today. However, I couldn’t help but notice that the pattern of red and green skin on top was slightly different…” “…we were transferring them between multiple parallel realities…” “…Portals from other parallel realities. Are we going to close them all? No, just ours. The others are not our problem. They will have to find their own way to handle it…” ​ I think I’m not in the reality that I lived in before. I think that when we teleported out, we ended up in a different one. I can’t stop thinking about that the portal in this one might still be open. ​ ​ I think we aren't safe. submitted by /u/DELTA129 to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

Part 1 ​ “Fucking college kids. What does the sign at the fence say? No Entry. What does this here say?” he pointed at the text sprayed across the main door. “No Fucking Entry. You think we just put these up because we don’t have anything better to do, like you? You really have nothing else to do but to snoop around things you have no business in!” he sighed, “Now look what happened look what you did – what your awesome idea brought you!” Moroz yelled me after I finished explaining what happened. First thing he did when he arrived was to check the service tunnel and make sure it is closed. He didn’t even talk to me, he just ran there and made sure it is sealed and locked. He was an average-looking guy probably in his mid-50s, but I think people would say that he looked older than he really was. “What is this place?” I asked. “You have no idea,” he said, stood up and walked to his car. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to save your friend. And you’re coming with me.” ​ ​ “You will do everything exactly as I say and nothing else. Stay quiet. Try not to exhaust yourself. The air is not circulating and you’ll burn all the oxygen and suffocate. You will stay tethered to me by this line.” He lifted what looked like a small retractable winch. “When I turn off my light you will do the same immediately and you won’t move.” He continued and pulled out a shotgun from the car’s trunk. “Are these going to help?” I asked. “To an extent. But don’t use it unless I tell you to.” He said and handed me a pistol. “Last thing. Do you know how ozone smells?” He asked and I nodded. “Good. If you smell ozone, run.” I started considering whether this was a good idea when he chained and locked the door from the inside with a massive padlock. “This is the only way we can keep them from getting out” he said when he noticed me watching him. Hell of course this was a bad idea. Worst one I’ve ever had. So let me rephrase, I was contemplating whether I would ever see that padlock open ever again. “Am I not going to get a key?” I asked, watching him close it with a loud click. “Sorry, I have just one. But don’t worry, I’m right here,” he said, sliding his hand across the line that we were connected through. ​ ​ The tether reeled back and forth between us as we walked through the service tunnel. It gave me some sense of security – I could be sure not to get lost and separated from the only other person nearby. It created a sort of a weird rhythm with the diesel fuel that sloshed around in the large canisters we carried. Our first stop would be the generator room on the other side of the main entry hall. The generator rattled and hummed as it slowly started spinning up. “Did you see it?” Moroz asked. “What?” “We have some time for talking until it turns on. Did you get a look at what took your friend, when it happened?” “No,” I answered. “What is this place?” I asked again. He stared into the air, sighed and explained: “It was originally a military stockpile in the 50s. In late 70s it was then repurposed into a research site. Anything that was too crazy for public to know about it, they’ve done it here. And it was some fucked up stuff sometimes. Then… they had this project about teleportation. They even rebuilt half of the facility to house it. And that’s when it all went to shit.” “How do you know all this?” I asked. “I used to work here,” he said. “So, what are these things?” I asked. “They are…” he started but then brushed off. “I don’t know. I was just an assistant.” “Is there someone who knows?” “Not anymore. Everyone who knew, well, let’s say they never left this place.” “And how did you get out?” The engine clutch engaged with a click and the generator finally came to life. “I didn’t. I uh, I took a sick day when it happened.” The lights turned on for a brief moment and then shut down again as a circuit breaker popped. “That’s okay. We can’t spare the power for the lights. We’ll need it someplace else. You’ll see.” Moroz said. Whatever happened here, whatever killed all the people down here and god knows how it was all connected with the Chernobyl disaster, he wasn’t here. He took a sick day. He took a fucking sick day. “Come on kid, let’s go.” ​ ​ We were at the lab security checkpoint that me and Alex closed earlier during our escape. “Remember, stay as quiet as you can now,” Moroz told me and we slowly opened the blast door. To our surprise, light blinded us immediately, something shining right at us. I took a step back while my eyes adjusted to the light and then I finally saw the source of the light. Alexei’s flashlight. I went to pick it up, but Moroz quickly stopped me with his arm and pointed into the blackness of the corridor in front of us. For a moment we stood there, silent, and then I though I heard something in the distance. Moroz immediately turned off his headlamp and gestured to me to do the same while he went to crouch in the corner. I followed and turned off my light too, but we were still lit up. Alex’s light was still on, illuminating the room. Moroz quietly cursed, quickly went to grab the flashlight and then it was dark. Completely pitch black dark. ​ People say that when you’re under stress, and you lose one of your senses, the other ones heighten to compensate. It’s true. Or maybe it was just getting closer. It doesn’t matter. I heard something drop to the ground with a muffled splat. Then a few irregular footsteps. Not like footsteps of someone walking with a pair of shoes. It was like someone walking barefoot. Flesh on concrete. And they were getting closer. I instinctively grabbed the gun Moroz gave me, hoping I wouldn’t need to use it. It was now so close that I could hear a slow, raspy breathing. I think I even felt a cold breeze on my face. Inhale, and exhale. In and out. I don’t want to think about how close it was. Then something slammed into a wall down the way we came from, with a crash and the sound of glass and plastic breaking. Whatever thing was there with us turned and quickly followed it. I thought that it’s gone and I’m safe. Out of nowhere, suddenly a hand brushed against me. I almost jumped and screamed but the hand quickly moved and grabbed my mouth, preventing me from making a sound. Another hand grabbed my gun. “It’s me. Follow me. Slowly,” a voice whispered into my ear. ​ ​ We entered a room on the side and I heard a door close silently. We waited for a while and then we turned our lights back on. “Fuck. Don’t ever do that again.” I told him. But he wasn’t listening. He was looking at droplets of a thick, black fluid on the floor at the other side of the room. “What… what is that? I asked. “Blood. At least it was, once.” Moroz answered and followed the trail. ​ We traced it across a few rooms until we stopped in a large chemical lab. There was something on the ground, in a puddle of the black liquid. It was Alex’s knife. There was some red liquid too. I could tell what it was without a doubt. Fresh blood. A trail of a few droplets went in the opposite direction than the black liquid. “Look! He must have gotten away.” I whispered. “I doubt that. If we want to find him, we have to go to level -4.” He just glanced at the knife and then acted like he didn’t see anything. “Look! This is his knife. They must have fought here, and he went that way,” I pointed in the direction where the blood trail went, “He must be hurt.” “That’s one more reason for us to not waste time. Let’s go.” He stepped off back into the central corridor. I wanted to stay and search for Alex, but the tether that connected us wouldn’t allow that, so I obliged and followed. Initially. “Moroz, please tell me what is going on. How do you know he’s not here?” “Because I know! Just shut up! We don’t have time to argue. “ We weren’t whispering anymore. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you are so sure.” I insisted. “Because he’s dead!” ​ “What? But you said…” “Come on, let’s go! This is not a place where we want to stay! We have to get down to level -4.” Moroz cut me off. No. I trusted him at first, because he was the only one who could help me and help Alex. That was the only thing I focused my mind on – saving Alex. Only now I was realizing what I had gotten into, how blind and how stupid I was. He wasn’t just an assistant as he claimed and we weren’t here to save Alex. I started unbuckling my end of the tether. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He asked, raising his voice. “I’m going out. Give me the key to the padlock.” I demanded. “No. I can’t do that.” He said, with agitation in his voice. I had no choice. I raised my gun at him. “Give me the key.” I demanded again. “You really think I would give you a working gun? You’re not going anywhere.” He said and pointed his shotgun at me. I pulled the trigger, but there was only a click. Fuck. ​ “Why are we here?! Why didn’t you call your friends, your superiors or whatever to take care of this but you have to hold me at gunpoint? “Let’s say we don’t share the same goals anymore. But have no doubt, they are coming here, but not with guns. With concrete. They are going to seal this place up for good. And we have to be quick if we want to be out by the time that happens.” “Why can’t you just please let me leave now?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Because it’s a two-man job,” he said and looked me in the eyes. “There are things much more important than you, me, or your friend.” I couldn’t deny that. Maybe he was right, but I couldn’t do this. And I didn’t understand anything. ​ “Who are you?!” I asked him, returning his gaze. But then I looked away. Something caught my attention. Movement behind Moroz. ​ ​ It was … it was a creature, crawling across the ceiling towards us. Its body vaguely looked like a human, but its skin was pale, and stretched tight over its thin bones. Its veins were visible through the skin, filled with the same black fluid we found earlier. It had no hair and only holes where its nose and ears used to be. Its eyes were bloodshot locked in a blank stare. We escaped it before, but our argument brought it back. It was too late to run now. Moroz noticed my stare, but he wasn’t fast enough. The creature lunged at him, at the same time he turned around and fired a shot, but missed and the thing knocked him to the ground. That shot was deafening in such a tight space. I heard only ringing in my ears, my eyes were slightly blinded by the muzzle flash. In the confusion, I turned to run, but I forgot that I was still tethered to Moroz. After the line was completely reeled out, it jammed, stopping me right in my track and sending me falling to the ground. I looked back and saw that the creature was now looking at me. Moroz was lying there on the ground. I must have pulled it off him by yanking on the tether and now it would come to make sure it won’t happen again. ​ I finally managed to disconnect the tether and threw the useless pistol at the creature, hitting its head. It briefly stumbled and I ran to the only place that quickly came to my mind. I barricaded myself in a storage room adjacent to the large chem lab, blocked the door with a shelf. The creature spent a minute trying to get in, but then gave up and left, presumably to finish off Moroz. And I stayed there, just sitting in the corner, too scared to do anything. I don’t know how much time had passed, but it was starting to get hard to breathe. For a time, I thought I would just stay there, and end it all, peacefully, instead of a violent death that was likely waiting for me at the other side of the door. But then, I heard a voice call my name. Alex’s voice. ​ ​ “Alex! Is that you?” I called back. “Oh, thank god! I thought I would die here. You came back!" he answered. I went to open the door, but then changed my mind. “How did you find me?” I asked. “I was hiding too, but then I heard gunshots, and I came here to look. Dimitri, please come out, we have to get out of here.” I sat down again. Maybe it was really him. But what if it wasn’t? I didn’t want to find out. “No! He said you were dead! I saw blood too. No it isn’t you! It can’t be!” “What? I don’t … what are you talking about Dimitri? One of those things got me pretty good, but I’m alive. Dimitri, just please come out and let’s get out of here!” he pleaded. I have decided. I wouldn’t open the door. But then I changed my mind once again, after what he said. ​ “Dimitri, do you remember the cherry tree? I knew you would come back.” We used to play at this huge cherry tree when we were kids. We used to climb it all the time but one day, I had this idea to make a bet. Whoever gets the highest, wins. I got almost to the top, but then I realized how bad an idea this was. The branches under me were too thin, and I knew they could break under my weight anytime. But Alex didn’t want to lose. He tried to climb even higher than me. And then the twig he was standing on broke and he fell. Luckily, he landed in a pile of fallen leaves and only broke his leg. He could have killed himself if he fell on solid ground. And it was my fault. I almost got him killed, because of a stupid bet. We decided not to tell anyone how it happened, because we were both afraid of getting into trouble. But I felt guilty for it for the rest of my life. ​ There was no way how he could know about the cherry tree if it wasn’t him. I opened the door and there he was. He looked terrible, bruises and scrapes all over. And he had a blood-stained torn piece of shirt wrapped around his left hand. “Are you okay?” I asked. “I’ve been better. Let’s just get out of here,” he replied. “That’s not going to be that easy,” I said. ​ I told him what happened until now and that the door was locked. Only Moroz had the key and he was either dead or gone. “There were some tools and supplies up there right? Maybe we can find something to cut the chain,” Alex said, and we decided to try it. It was better than searching for Moroz’s key after all. We found his shotgun, stained with blood, both his and the creature’s and immediately felt safer. We also picked up our packs that we dropped earlier. Luckily, all of our gear was still there. We carefully walked back to the main hall, but I felt that something was watching us all along. We saw some few old saws and files next to the main door. We grabbed all we could, but we weren’t alone. The inhabitants finally decided to make their move. One of the thin creatures crawled out of the stairwell. I aimed, and fired. It fell down from the ceiling, twitching like a dying insect. But it didn’t matter, because it wasn’t alone. Another one crawled out. Then another. And another. We ran to the air pump room and blocked the door by jamming a large saw between the handles. We worked quick, because we knew that it was only a matter of time until they got through. Or come through the vents. Alex couldn’t operate the shotgun with his hurt hand, so he offered to do the cutting while I stood guard, ready to kill anything that would come out of the vents. It was working, but it was too slow. Way too slow. Alex barely got through a few millimeters when I thought that the door would break already. They were pounding on it, slamming into it and I saw it rattle in its hinges. I thought that they would get through any moment now, … and then they stopped. I heard them run away. ​ I coughed when a sharp odor hit my nose. “Fuck, what is that?” Alex asked. “Ozone,” I answered. ​ Part 3 submitted by /u/DELTA129 to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

In keeping with TIFU tradition this happened many years ago. We were a pair of young and passionate engineers. If you only care how this ended, skip down to the part where we departed engineering and entered the hallowed, and now carbon-scorch marked, ground of the TIFU. TIL: Tesla himself submitted a TIFU after melting the first AC generator in the country at Niagara Falls. He forgot the off switch. The Plan HAARP is a government project and we wanted to see if we could do something similar with spare parts and a pickup truck -- instead of a bloated military expenditure run by professionals. We were going to try for a bit of mad science instead of the nice and polished kind a billion dollars buys. Point of note: There are no mad scientists, just mad engineers. They don't have control groups and tend to care more about making awesome as fuck things happen than petty contrivances like FCC radiated power standards. The goal was to use some Tesla-inspired engineering and a junkyard of old electronics parts to make our own HAARP. Tesla's experiments are simple and every electronics enthusiast knows them by heart. They need: capacitors, coils, and a really big off switch. The Capacitors Capacitors usually come in micro or pico-farad sizes. We needed a really big cap -- so about, uhh, a few million times bigger. America! Go big, or go home. We built some big honkers out of metal drums and coated the inside with paint. We checked continuity and had to redo it a few times before we actually got that right. In went the guts that make a capacitor, and we're done with that. We had to come back to this once the coils were done. At the end of the series we filled up some two liters with our secret capacitor sauce and would run some AC pulses through it into a multiwatt resistor block out of some industrial equipment. Math ensued, and we hit our tolerances. The Coils We had to wind the coils ourselves too. We needed what was basically a voltage ladder, which would be a series of transformers at like 50:1 each time. It's not a problem for the first few in the series, but when you start getting reeeeeeally high voltages, even the tiniest crack in your wiring and everything's on fire. We had to use really thick wires because those come with really thick insulation that won't have any cracks in it. It got... big... and... heavy. And this is how we went from pickup truck to flatbed. Go big or go home! The Off Switch The most important part of any mad science... is making sure you can shut it off. Many an evil overlord have died shortly after screaming "But -- I am invincible!" Off. Switch. Ours was made of some pneumatics pulled from a dead caterpillar. It pushes forward, the connectors meet, and we have juice. When we're done, we hand-pump it the other way to release it. It's also safe because we're not near it and it's all plastics, rubber, and non-conductive oils. Out of a fear of having the pump fail from our nearby barely controlled chaos, we opted for the hand pump. Slow -- but it can't break. The Juice We were going to power this off the mains. No, not house mains. Overhead mains. The big ones. Don't ask how we hooked it up. Think junkyard. Bored engineers. Imagine! Tesla's experiments needed a lot of juice. So does HAARP. And there was no legitimate way to get that much power except right from the source just like he did. How it Should have worked We'd get some spectacular arcing in our mystery sauce substitute for the primary tap output. It would make the air ionize. That's what HAARP tries to do, except a mile in the air. Normally, Tesla coils are put in open air to let the arcing have a little fun and put on a light show. We needed that in a confined space so it was less the light show and more what the light show did that we needed: Ionization. We put it inside a tall pipe and sprayed the inside with non-conductive paint many times. We should also get some pretty good heating effect, so air would draw in from the bottom, pushing the ionized air out through the top. I think it put out something like 800 million volts by the math. For comparison, most people are sane enough to stop at around 500k to 3 million. If it were left in the open air... the arcing distance would be over 20 meters long. There was no video of this because, obviously, hooking into the HV mains is frowned upon. Most people do it for less savory reasons than the wholesome pursuit of science. Also, we didn't think anything more sophisticated than a vaccum tube would survive anywhere near our monstrosity. The intense RF radiation causes lightbulbs to glow -- even just from the transmission tower, which is just due to the current flow and not a deliberate engineering choice. Cell phones near it would probably never work again. But that was going to be all we'd have to worry about. The circuit was balanced. We had a off switch that could not fail. It wouldn't draw any more juice than the factory that had run here before. Nobody would notice. Transportation We thought it might be best to not be around when five hundred people called in asking why the lights flickered and then everything wireless went ape shit. A normal car has normal electronics, which might not work after if this was loaded in back on the flat bed. Remember what I said about big drums and big coils? That's... big heavy. So -- diesel engine. God bless something that can survive a nuke. We also needed to sure our vehicle was primitive enough to survive any mishaps and carry away the evidence with us. This was less a finely tuned chunk of RF engineering and more like a hundred ton coal-powered locomotive. But it'd put on a pretty light show. We would throw a couple thick plastic tarps and sheets all over the back of the truck, which should protect it. Electricity takes the shortest path to ground -- with all the metal covered and the vehicle propped up on rubber tires, it wouldn't be a problem. Airplanes get hit by lightning all the time and nothing happens. Our ride was sure to live. The Location We carefully selected a location where we could set up, and be near a transmission tower and a road. That took time, but we eventually found a parking lot behind a closed factory. A few cars were around, parked, but it was quiet and that was perfect. Here's when TIFU enters the game We waited until it was late enough nobody was going to see a couple dumb kids pull up in a wheezing diesel with a tarp over something big in the back. A few minutes of setup and we do our (redacted) on the tower, and we're ready to throw the dead man switch. The hydraulic pistons edge slowly forward as we frobbed the foot lever. After a minute or so, a loud and deep buzz filled the air. The st. elmo's fire was spectacular. Just as we expected, the heating effect caused the air to ionize and in seconds we had a nice glow coming out of it. And by glow, I mean roar. Like back of a fighter jet roar. It actually reminded me of some experiments you see in high power physics or nuclear reactors. It was a sight to behold ripping out of the back of a flatbed. It started to heat up. A few sparks flew out of the coils, but given the juice pouring through it that was hardly a surprise. We weren't going to run it long. Well everything went to hell pretty much as soon as we confirmed our little frankenstein did something cool. The two liters? We did the circuit perfectly. We overengineered everything else. Except those fucking bottles. We were tired and it'd been a month of fuckery building it. We fudged. Just run it a few minutes, see what happens, and then pack it in, right? The bottles didn't last that long. And when they went a minute in, it was to a loud boom and spray. Inside the circuit, there's a resonant frequency allows the best discharge of energy. Deviate much from that, and your whole circuit can become unstable. Rather than a smooth cycling flow, you'll start to get harmonics and stuff. Ordinarily, this just means you don't get a pretty lightshow anymore and your little Jr. Tesla Coil Science Kit just makes an underwhelming buzzing noise and lets out the magic smoke. The feedback eventually just karks it. We... did not have a Tesla Coil Science Kit Jr. -- "For Safe, Clean Fun!". No. We had the Tesla Coil Science Kit Sr., and it's motto was "Let's Fuck Some Shit Up." With that much energy floating around, that meant wild excursions in voltage and current. Gratz... we're now ground zero of exactly what happened to Tesla right before he melted the Niagara falls generators. The only difference is... this thing has an RF element. The smooth flow of ionized air started chiefing bad. It started shitting out lightning balls like an angry steam locomotive. Near a transmission tower. Which it was connected to. We... are not clever engineers anymore. We'd put it at least five times the distance of our expected arc distance between our apparatus and the tower -- so there was no way for it to ground out on it. That would have been very bad. Ionized air is... ionized. Ionized means it eats the paint off of shit. Literally. While we were trying to figure out if our new Chiefer Coil Deluxe(tm) was either an experimental success or a horrifying failure before shutting it off, Chiefer Coil decided to end the debate with huge fucking sparks in the everywheres. The drum wasn't insulated anymore. And our circuit wasn't stable anymore. This... was now causing lightning on a cloudless night that would have been visible for miles, along with orange and bluish shit floating around up there. It would have looked like an angry UFO saucer on a war path to the people on the freeway miles away. We didn't know if there was enough left of the equipment to dampen any oscillations enough to keep the current from jumping to one of those ionized pockets that it was shitting out. Main line current will crispy critter you instantly With transformer isolation compromised the secondaries (output) could feed back into the primary (input). We were faced now with a daunting choice: Rush the hydraulics to release the connection, run and leave a very pissed off power company and half a million people behind, or begin praying at about 7 megaprayers per second. We made about 21 megaprayers while throwing paper-rock-scissors to see who'd rush the hydraulic disconnect. It was a harrowing run to the primer to retract the hydraulics. I stomped on that like a Erdogan body guard on that thing, pulling the oil into the reservoir and kark it before it karked me. All around, lightning was grounding out to everything metal and the air was humming after our equipment dropped the bass. Well, again, our circuit execution was flawless. Our materials design was... less so. We retracted the hydraulics but a spark gap had formed. The mains didn't want to let go. Now we had an ape-shit tesla coil feeding back on itself next to something that was now sending a continuous arc ten feet straight up. It danced about in curling ribbons while pyrotechnics of blue and gold shot all around it. If one of those hit, the ionization path would send potentially a billion volts up to the tower and backfeed into the main grid. It'd be exactly like a lightning strike, only far, far worse. The noise of all of this had everything around us vibrating with a deafening and modulating hum. We thought we just needed to retract it a little more than the arc gap would be if the HV grounded out. Which is true: We didn't know it at the time but this is how power companies turn them off. We were fucking terrified for about ten seconds that it might not actually turn off. It did, just like it does for the power company, and the acrid smell of ozone was the only trace we left behind as we took our asthmatic (and borrowed) diesel, only the engine working and all the lights dead, and the smoking ruins of the equipment back out into the country before taking grinders to our equipment. Engineers: 0. Mother Nature: 1. TL;DR We built a really big tesla coil and nearly melted a power plant. EDIT: Some note technical details are incorrect or missing. This is not accidental. Moderators allowed this post on that condition. EDIT: PLEASE stop asking how to do this! It was a fuck up in the fine establishment of mad science, not a ringing endorsement to be suicidal. The plans were inscribed in the Electronomicon and left in an electronics graveyard. Only the high priests in the field of EE know of its location. EDIT: There was something else here I had to remove because some loser pulled an /r/shittymorph . Please disregard... and now I finally know what people are talking about on that one. Someone write a bot to point these trolls out so we can all hate on them together. :( submitted by /u/MNGrrl to r/tifu [link] [comments]