[ WP ] `` IT DID N'T WORK ! GET AWAY , HURRY ! ''

The adhesive pulled away from the restraint as the garment unraveled itself. Grinning maniacally and uttering incomprehensibly, it lay there, grasping frantically at the man who stood just a few feet from him, out of reach. The man felt fear rising in his throat as his heart continued to beat faster and faster. His eyes darted around the sparse room. He had to find something to defend himself. That *thing* was about to break loose and there was not a god damned thing he could do to stop it. 
 
 Still he moved closer, hoping to repair the restraints before any damage could be done. His hands shook as he tried to reaffix the straps, avoiding the greasy meathooks that swung at him with little efficacy. It's nails were sharp when they dug into his flesh, though he pulled away before it could do much more than graze him. The straps were failing. They were strained beyond their limitations. The man cowered back towards the door he came in, now closed. He did n't sign up for this. This was n't part of the deal! The door behind him pushed forward slowly. He moved out of the way quickly, and was relieved to see his superior enter the room. She would know what to do, he rationalized, even if all we could do was minimize the damage. 
 
 She glanced knowingly at the man cowering by the door, then at the table where it lay, still clawing viciously at the air to reach the helpless occupants of the room. Moving towards the being, she steeled herself to repair the straps that the man had failed to apply. The thing bellowed and screeched as she approached, clearly very aware of who she was and what she had come to do. It would fight. It would not be restrained for much longer. 
 
 The man called out to his superior, pleading with her to retreat. `` Get back! We've done all we can, but it did n't work! Get away, hurry!'' `` You idiot!'' she barked, `` We ca n't just walk away from this! We have to do our duty!'' Even as she spoke, the restraints gave. Time was distorted for the man as he watched, unable to move or think, as the restraining garment slid free of the being, its pale flesh quivering. 
 
 The baby shat green baby diarrhea poop. It covered the front of the woman, ruining her clothes and staining her hands as the tried to contain the flow of torrential mass escaping from the baby's bowels. The man relaxed slightly, knowing the worst had come to pass. `` Do n't just stand there, get me something to clean this up!'' the woman ordered, `` This is the last time you change the diapers.'' `` Honey, I'm so sorry.'' He grinned sheepishly, bowing out of the room. 
 
 He sauntered down the hall, removing his phone from his pocket and dialing. `` It's codename Father.'' he said, the emotion fading from his voice. `` It's under control now, tell the exfil team to stand down. Make sure no one sees them leave. No. No, she did n't notice. It had returned to normal before she entered the room. We need her alive, she's still useful to us. If it ever becomes a problem again, she might be the only one who can stop it. It seems to respond to it's biological mother. We should try to keep her unaware of the subjects real nature for as long as possible. So long as the real father never tries anything to get at the subject, the experiment can proceed as planned.'' He ended the call and stopped, turning back towards the room where he could hear his wife cooing the demon that she had unknowingly engendered there.
