a man who is not too thin, but not too fat rises from what he considers his bed, the day is bright and the plant in the window is flourishing, after getting up, he gets dressed and walks to the breakfast nook, where he eats, you guessed it, breakfast that was already set for him; by who, you may ask? a wife? mother? no... neither of those...after getting dressed in his Sunday best, he saunters off to his work. he doesn't need to go far, for he works in his basement, and the sub-basement. as he gets to his destination, he puts on his smock and mask, ready to begin.

his work is a mix of delicate work that requires a human(?) touch, and the recession that you only get from a machine, he makes people, no_no, not like that, silly billies, he makes people, using people, again, not like that, you utter crettins! see, if someone wants a specific person, and is willing to submit the "materials", he willing to make the desired person. see, not what you thought, wasn't it; no, he sawed that part off himself long ago. now let me bring you through what the typical day is like for this chap, first, he gets there for his work, receives the materials from the commissioner of the request via the chute, and leaves the materials in a storage room, because he has QUITE the backlog of requests, and he is only one man, he has thought of getting an assistant, but I digress, he then lets the machines bring him the order and material from storage needed for the current request, making sure it is secure, he starts the creation with the drawing of the places to work on, then begins the actual process, ear protection is necessary, he likes classic and metal music. after doing what he can, he lets the machines do their work, things like precise replacement of parts, quick reorganization of fibers, as to not allow time for spoilage, removing of unwanted parts, some kept in refrigeration for possible later use, and of course, everybody needs memories, the machines handle the creation of memories. after all the meticulous carving done by the machines is finished, he proceeds with the finishing touches: a nip there, a tuck here, and some good old-fashioned smoothing out of imperfections, like scars, skipped stitches, and checking if any unwanted parts got into it by mechanical error. after that is done, he notifies the client it is finished, and ready for pickup. after that, he starts on the next, until the workday is done, and he goes home to eat, brush his teeth, and goes to bed with his teddybear housemate "Freddie the teddy" who takes care of the house while he's away, and makes the food for the both of them.

oh, you want to know about what Freddie looks like? well, okay, Freddie is 6ft 9in tall, covered in soft fur, and has a human face that almost looks like it wants to cry with its red eyes, but that'd be silly, ha-ha Freddie is always happy, and is physically incapable of crying.

moving, on, he knows-( voice fades out)

a man and a woman wake up in a concrete room with no door

guy: wha-WHAT THE?

lady:whaaa? WHERE AM I, WHO ARE YOU?!

guy: calm down,...I don't know what is happening, or where we are.

lady: THAT'S NOT COMFORTING!

speaker on the ceiling of room:bweep-boop-bwee~~, hello materials #24786489 and #24786490, it seems you both have awoken, the time you will be collected for the process is still not here, so just stay in this room, for now, sustenance will be provided intravenously at regular periods accompanied by flooding of nitrous oxide into the room, as to avoid complications, this has been your automated instructions, goodbye, bweep-boop-bwee~~.

guy: why are we here, what are you gonna do to us?

(the girl, too scared to move)

...

speaker: the client of the commission has specified (the duos boss)"a torso conjoined freakshow of these two, bonus if you can make them looks like anthro rabbits, would help make it easier to sync their performance with the magician I hired for this circus idea I got."

girl: oh god,...he said he was going to reassign me, but I thought it was just going to be as a mailroom clerk or something!

guy: same here. when we get out of here, I'm going to bring the police here, and make sure that fucko gets what's coming to him!

the duo then proceeded to try to get out of the room, from tracing the walls to find a door to trying to break the air vent grate off, even demanding the voice let them out, all failed until the voice spoke up

speaker: your turn is up, stand still while you are transported(the room fills with sleeping gas, the two collapse)

the ceiling opens to allow two metal slabs to descend on robotic arms, and right before the clamps could secure the guy, he reveals he was faking unconsciousness, grabbing the arm and getting out of the room with the woman he was with, into a catwalk-like corridor meant for maintenance of the grooves in the ceiling meant to allow the arms to ferry their loads to their destination. after waking her up, they walk down the corridor to attempt to get out of there into the outside world. they stop when they hear a repeating voice.

"oh naughty childre~n, where are you~? you need to come with me~, so you can become who the wisher wished fo~~r."

a woman walks down the corridor towards them, holding a lantern to illuminate the area around her, at first glance she looks normal, but on closer inspection, you can tell something is wrong, her body proportions are way off, her head and neck are too big and too long respectively, her torso is the same size as her head, the cloak obscuring the finer details, her arms and fingers too long to be human; reaching down to her feet, with nails looking like they'd be more at home attached to a bird of prey, and the last detail they could make out at the distance was, when she, or should I say it blinked, it blinked with sideways eyes bigger than the mouth it sported, one that looked the most human out of the whole thing, until they noticed, the teeth were, too long, too white, too perfectly aligned and uniform.

(after they escape)

a small chamber opens in a room deep inside the facility, smoke billowing from the open hatch as an arm reaches out to grab the rim of it. pulling itself out of it was a female humanoid, she couldn't be human at first glance, her skin was fair and pale, looking more like a mannequin than humans skin, her body slender, as if her organs were just not all there, not a hair on her body, except for the snow white of the long hair atop her head. her face resembling a child's animal mask, the bottom of which cast a shadow over her mouth as if it were just a mask, obscuring it from normal view. after getting up, she threw on a set of plain clothing in the room, and finally spoke in a young woman's voice.

"well, I guess I should get to work; now that dads dead."