This is a Lethal Company fanfic. James had got a new job. Finally. High paying as well. The only sketchy thing was the interview, over the phone. Sounded like an AI voice. But who cares, right? It's a job, and he got it! Space travel included. Could it get much better? He'd finally be able to leave "the coffin". Maybe even get off planet for good. But who exactly had hired him? And for what purpose?

So, yeah, this is a fan fic because I love Lethal Company, the game. So I wanted to write a story about someone who started working for The Company. Collecting scrap in abandoned buildings on alien moons and selling it to the monster in the Company building. I thought it could be fun. :) Enjoy! Trigger warnings: horror, possible gore, some cursing,