*pats for 096.*
"Oh? Thank you for that I suppose"
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*pats for 096.*
"Oh? Thank you for that I suppose"
{{Pov: you are a D-class and you stumble across SCP-106 during a breach
"Vibe Check"
*breaks out of containment*
*leaves an actual, beating human heart in shy's cell*
"Ah, how thoughtful"
"Happy Valentine's day, I guess"
So you can cosplay him.
"Huh, I guess you're right"
"Why did God curse me to have the proportions of Jack Skellington"
Uncle Larry
Object Class: Groovin
Not gonna lie I'm so happy to see your blog again. 😔🤙
"Well, I'm glad that you are happy to see me again.."
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
“…the questions should wait for another time…I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory…”
“… I… I hate this…”
**His eyes became glossy; his voice cracked.**
“I hate it so much… I know that I should remember… But it hurts so much… I don’t want to start over…”
Shy started to rub Larry back in a effort to comfort his friend. He was unsure of what to say.
“..I…”
He paused before continuing.
“…it’ll be okay…you’re…you’re going to be okay…”
“…”
**Lawrence looked up at Shy, completely oblivious (or perhaps ignoring) the fact that tears were rolling down his cheeks.**
“… If… If we were close… C… Could we become… C-closer…?”
Shy’s eyes widen a bit before they softened. He wiped some tears off of Larry’s face.
“of course, my dear”
**Then, without thinking, the old man buried his face into 096’s chest, muffling his sobs.“
“Th… Thank you… Shy…”
He wrapped his arms around Larry to hug him. He smiled softly, muttering quietly.
”….you remembered my name….“
**His sobbing quieted down some, processing what he had just said to them.**
“… I did…?”
Shy rested his head on top of Lawrence’s. He chuckled, wiping away his own tears.
“..see, I told you would be okay….”
**106, at one point, couldn’t help but to chuckle along, though it was a weak one at that. For the first time in a long time, Lawrence felt… Relaxed so to speak. He never realized it at first, but for once in his life, he felt comfortable. He felt a twinge of happiness. He smiled softly and closed his eyes.**
“… Maybe… When I regain my strength… We’ll escape… Together…”
Shy hummed softly
“…That would be…lovely…Escaping this place with you…”
“… Do you… Think you can stay in here with me until then…? I already destroyed the cameras in here… Nobody can see nor hear us… I just hope that they don’t notice that you’re not in your cell…”
“…of course I will stay here, my dear…….oh, and don’t worry about them bothering us…they won’t if they know what’s good for them…”
He growled out the last part as he glared at the walls where the cameras should have been, but any sign of anger was gone in a few seconds.
**Lawrence smiled, then yawned**
“Mmmnnn… Thank you again, Shy… I’m happy that I can be with you… Even… If I don’t remember anything…”
"I am glad....and do not worry...you will remember over time..."
He looked down at Lawrence
"but for now....you need to rest"
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
“…the questions should wait for another time…I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory…”
“… I… I hate this…”
**His eyes became glossy; his voice cracked.**
“I hate it so much… I know that I should remember… But it hurts so much… I don’t want to start over…”
Shy started to rub Larry back in a effort to comfort his friend. He was unsure of what to say.
“..I…”
He paused before continuing.
“…it’ll be okay…you’re…you’re going to be okay…”
“…”
**Lawrence looked up at Shy, completely oblivious (or perhaps ignoring) the fact that tears were rolling down his cheeks.**
“… If… If we were close… C… Could we become… C-closer…?”
Shy’s eyes widen a bit before they softened. He wiped some tears off of Larry’s face.
“of course, my dear”
**Then, without thinking, the old man buried his face into 096’s chest, muffling his sobs.“
“Th… Thank you… Shy…”
He wrapped his arms around Larry to hug him. He smiled softly, muttering quietly.
”….you remembered my name….“
**His sobbing quieted down some, processing what he had just said to them.**
“… I did…?”
Shy rested his head on top of Lawrence’s. He chuckled, wiping away his own tears.
“..see, I told you would be okay….”
**106, at one point, couldn’t help but to chuckle along, though it was a weak one at that. For the first time in a long time, Lawrence felt… Relaxed so to speak. He never realized it at first, but for once in his life, he felt comfortable. He felt a twinge of happiness. He smiled softly and closed his eyes.**
“… Maybe… When I regain my strength… We’ll escape… Together…”
Shy hummed softly
“…That would be…lovely…Escaping this place with you…”
“… Do you… Think you can stay in here with me until then…? I already destroyed the cameras in here… Nobody can see nor hear us… I just hope that they don’t notice that you’re not in your cell…”
"...of course I will stay here, my dear.......oh, and don't worry about them bothering us...they won't if they know what's good for them..."
He growled out the last part as he glared at the walls where the cameras should have been, but any sign of anger was gone in a few seconds.
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
“…the questions should wait for another time…I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory…”
“… I… I hate this…”
**His eyes became glossy; his voice cracked.**
“I hate it so much… I know that I should remember… But it hurts so much… I don’t want to start over…”
Shy started to rub Larry back in a effort to comfort his friend. He was unsure of what to say.
“..I…”
He paused before continuing.
“…it’ll be okay…you’re…you’re going to be okay…”
“…”
**Lawrence looked up at Shy, completely oblivious (or perhaps ignoring) the fact that tears were rolling down his cheeks.**
“… If… If we were close… C… Could we become… C-closer…?”
Shy’s eyes widen a bit before they softened. He wiped some tears off of Larry’s face.
“of course, my dear”
**Then, without thinking, the old man buried his face into 096’s chest, muffling his sobs.“
“Th… Thank you… Shy…”
He wrapped his arms around Larry to hug him. He smiled softly, muttering quietly.
”….you remembered my name….“
**His sobbing quieted down some, processing what he had just said to them.**
“… I did…?”
Shy rested his head on top of Lawrence’s. He chuckled, wiping away his own tears.
“..see, I told you would be okay….”
**106, at one point, couldn’t help but to chuckle along, though it was a weak one at that. For the first time in a long time, Lawrence felt… Relaxed so to speak. He never realized it at first, but for once in his life, he felt comfortable. He felt a twinge of happiness. He smiled softly and closed his eyes.**
“… Maybe… When I regain my strength… We’ll escape… Together…”
Shy hummed softly
"...That would be...lovely...Escaping this place with you..."
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
“…the questions should wait for another time…I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory…”
“… I… I hate this…”
**His eyes became glossy; his voice cracked.**
“I hate it so much… I know that I should remember… But it hurts so much… I don’t want to start over…”
Shy started to rub Larry back in a effort to comfort his friend. He was unsure of what to say.
“..I…”
He paused before continuing.
“…it’ll be okay…you’re…you’re going to be okay…”
“…”
**Lawrence looked up at Shy, completely oblivious (or perhaps ignoring) the fact that tears were rolling down his cheeks.**
“… If… If we were close… C… Could we become… C-closer…?”
Shy’s eyes widen a bit before they softened. He wiped some tears off of Larry’s face.
“of course, my dear”
**Then, without thinking, the old man buried his face into 096’s chest, muffling his sobs.“
“Th… Thank you… Shy…”
He wrapped his arms around Larry to hug him. He smiled softly, muttering quietly.
”….you remembered my name….“
**His sobbing quieted down some, processing what he had just said to them.**
“… I did…?”
Shy rested his head on top of Lawrence's. He chuckled, wiping away his own tears.
"..see, I told you would be okay...."
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
“…the questions should wait for another time…I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory…”
“… I… I hate this…”
**His eyes became glossy; his voice cracked.**
“I hate it so much… I know that I should remember… But it hurts so much… I don’t want to start over…”
Shy started to rub Larry back in a effort to comfort his friend. He was unsure of what to say.
“..I…”
He paused before continuing.
“…it’ll be okay…you’re…you’re going to be okay…”
“…”
**Lawrence looked up at Shy, completely oblivious (or perhaps ignoring) the fact that tears were rolling down his cheeks.**
“… If… If we were close… C… Could we become… C-closer…?”
Shy’s eyes widen a bit before they softened. He wiped some tears off of Larry’s face.
“of course, my dear”
**Then, without thinking, the old man buried his face into 096’s chest, muffling his sobs.“
"Th… Thank you… Shy…”
He wrapped his arms around Larry to hug him. He smiled softly, muttering quietly.
"....you remembered my name...."
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
“…the questions should wait for another time…I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory…”
“… I… I hate this…”
**His eyes became glossy; his voice cracked.**
“I hate it so much… I know that I should remember… But it hurts so much… I don’t want to start over…”
Shy started to rub Larry back in a effort to comfort his friend. He was unsure of what to say.
“..I…”
He paused before continuing.
“…it’ll be okay…you’re…you’re going to be okay…”
“…”
**Lawrence looked up at Shy, completely oblivious (or perhaps ignoring) the fact that tears were rolling down his cheeks.**
“… If… If we were close… C… Could we become… C-closer…?”
Shy's eyes widen a bit before they softened. He wiped some tears off of Larry's face.
"of course, my dear"
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
“…the questions should wait for another time…I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory…”
“… I… I hate this…”
**His eyes became glossy; his voice cracked.**
“I hate it so much… I know that I should remember… But it hurts so much… I don’t want to start over…”
Shy started to rub Larry back in a effort to comfort his friend. He was unsure of what to say.
"..I..."
He paused before continuing.
"...it'll be okay...you're...you're going to be okay..."
"hello there..."
**106 was sitting on the floor of his cell as he turned to the voice speaking to him. It was pretty dark in there and took him a while for his eyes to adjust at the tall and pale figure.**
“ … How… Did you get in here…?”
Shy’s ear flicked as he looked down at Larry. He spoke in a calm voice which managed to hide his concern.
“..how i came here is….unimportant…”
He sat down a few feet away from Larry, weary of how the rotten figure before him would react to him. He stared at the floor, refusing to make eye contact
“..i’ve come to talk, i suppose…”
**He stared blankly with tired eyes.**
“… Talk… About what…?”
Shy sighed. He started to mumble to himself
“…you truly do not remember me…do you…? i suppose i cannot blame you though….”
he taps his claws against the ground before speaking normally.
“…Talk about things that will hopefully bring your forgotten memories back…”
**There was a hidden sad look in his drowsy eyes, silently admitting his huge flaw. **
“… Wh… Wh-who are… You…?”
“I am…I am someone who was very close to you…”
Shy muttered, finally looking up from the floor to look at Larry. Despite the calm, and almost emotionless expression on his face, his eyes were filled with a indescribable sadness.
“Was…? I didn’t know that I was close to anyone… I didn’t even know that it was possible for me… Wh… Why can’t I remember… Is this even real…??”
**Lawrence existential crisis is awful evident at this point, confused and frustrated at himself. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make sense of the questions people have asked him so far after waking up.**
Shy looked at him then back at the floor for a few seconds. He scooted himself closer to Larry, gently resting one of his large clawed hands on his back to comfort him.
"...the questions should wait for another time...I should have expected you to be tired and confused after losing your memory..."