This is the story of an agent named BongBong. Or at least, that is what everyone called them. 

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No one knew why.

No one knew who gave them the name.

No one knew whether BongBong was a man, a woman, a title, a designation, or simply a clerical error that had somehow survived multiple corporate restructurings.

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In fact, if one were to examine the records of Lobotomy Corporation, they would discover something rather alarming.

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When researchers attempted to reconstruct major incidents within the facility's history, they found BongBong standing at the center of events that should have been impossible to survive. During containment breaches where entire departments were reduced to crimson corridors and scattered remains, BongBong was reportedly seen walking through the aftermath carrying a clipboard. During suppression operations requiring elite agents outfitted with the strongest E.G.O equipment available, witnesses described BongBong arriving late, underprepared, and somehow outperforming everyone combined. One report claimed BongBong wrestled a rampaging Abnormality into submission. Another claimed BongBong had politely asked it to stop. Neither report could be disproven.

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The greatest mystery emerged from the catastrophe of WhiteNight and DarkDay. Veterans who survived that impossible convergence often refused to speak about it for long. Some would simply stare into space before muttering the name. According to fragmented testimonies, when the sky fractured beneath WhiteNight's radiance and the facility descended into a state beyond ordinary disaster, countless agents perished within moments. Entire suppression teams vanished. The strongest personnel were reduced to little more than statistics on a terminal screen. Yet somewhere amidst the chaos, BongBong remained.

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The strange thing was that nobody questioned it.

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Managers would glance at the roster and nod.

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"Ah yes, BongBong. Look's like nothing change with you."

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Seeing the indescribable horror that fall into the city change the lives of millions, BongBong remain the same like nothing have happened but a little workplace accident. 

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One report claimed BongBong walked directly through a corridor containing three escaped ALEPH-class abnormalities and emerged completely unharmed.

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Another report suggested WhiteNight itself had simply ignored BongBong when exactly 13 Agent remains.

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The author of that report was later transferred to another department for "making things up."

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Several years later, the report was quietly marked as *possibly accurate.*

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BongBong survived.

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And perhaps that was the most unsettling detail.

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The Corporation had produced many exceptional agents. Some possessed remarkable combat records. Others demonstrated extraordinary psychological resilience. A rare few were considered legends among their peers. BongBong, however, occupied a category unto itself. Statistics recovered from corrupted databases suggested performance levels that bordered on parody. Combat efficiency exceeded expectation, Work success rates exceeded projections, Survival probabilities exceeded mathematical reason. Whenever an operation required someone to accomplish the impossible, records implied BongBong had already done it yesterday.

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Yet despite this overwhelming competence, people rarely described BongBong with fear. Instead, they spoke of a peculiar charm. 

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Nobody could explain what that meant. 

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Managers who reviewed old reports often found themselves inexplicably favoring BongBong despite possessing no concrete information. Agents who claimed to have worked alongside BongBong remembered feeling reassured by their presence, though they could never recall specific conversations. Some described BongBong as endearing. Others described BongBong as terrifyingly adorable. A few argued that this inexplicable charismatic agent was more dangerous than any Abnormality in containment.

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Years after the facility's fall, long after the smoke had cleared and history had become myth, scavengers exploring forgotten records occasionally discovered the same strange phenomenon. Amid thousands of pages detailing suffering, sacrifice, and impossible odds, there would be a single line.

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"Agent BongBong was here."

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Nothing more.

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No explanation.

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No identification.

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No signature.

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Merely a statement.

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And somehow, for those who knew the stories, that was enough.

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Because in a world where gods walked among mortals, where monsters devoured entire wings of a facility, where concepts such as death and sanity were negotiable at best, there remained one mystery greater than all others.

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Nobody knew what BongBong was.

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Nobody knew where BongBong came from.

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Nobody knew whether BongBong was human.

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Yet whenever disaster struck, whenever hope vanished, whenever the impossible demanded a witness, a survivor, or perhaps simply an observer with far too much confidence for the situation at hand, there would inevitably be a small figure standing somewhere nearby.

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And when someone inevitably asked who that person was, the answer never changed.

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"That's BongBong."

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As though that explained everything. The universe seemed determined to ensure BongBong's continued existence. Nobody knew why. The Head certainly didn't know why or what caused BingBong to be like this. The abnormalities that is the manifestation of knowledge can't seems to give a straight answer. Even the manager didn't know they hired BongBong in the first place. .

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And if there's one thing more frightening than a secret in Lobotomy Corporation, it's a secret nobody remembers creating.

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Eventually, researchers attempted to uncover the truth. A task force was assembled. Questions were asked. Archives were searched. Data was analyzed.

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After six months of investigation, they produced a comprehensive 700-page report.

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The conclusion was simple.

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**Subject Name: BongBong**

**Identity: BongBong**

**Further Information: Unknown.**

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“BongBong does not hesitate. This is not bravery, nor recklessness; it is something closer to quiet resignation.”

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Original art link: https://x.com/ASODOTPOT/status/2053143797262098550

The history of BongBong. (Art by@asodotpot)