Hi! and welcome to my page! im bizmuth, a really cooky writer who writes whatever comes to mind.. because like half of my stories come from halfassed ideas mushed together and revamps of old works lmao
I love writing stories no doubt, i really enjoy playing horror and fps games + restaurant tycoon too
Im a really big fan of Obey Me! NB + SWD, horror, that twitter vrs series, theory videos, Genshin Impact, Honkai SR, CookieRun Kingdom, and most roblox games that dont consist of that “work to impress XYZ” shit lmaoo
Egregious simp for Suguru Geto, Belphie, Satan, Lucifer, Diavolo, and Navia, Dr Ratio + Gepards Ultimate 💀
Yes, my name is heavily derived from the element of bismuth, very original, very wow!!
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Part 5 is awesome. I'll wait for part 6, no need to rush.
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Hi spade anon! glad to see your back ^_^ !!
ive been doing swell recently, thanks for asking!
thank you for the well wishes!! im so happy to hear some good feedback on chapter 5, its really been motivating me to keep on putting all of my elbow grease into chapter 6 right now.. so thank you and everyone else giving support!! i really appreciate it lots <3 !!
Until next time spade anon!
[FILE 5] // 8K+ words
SC \ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentioned suicide, everyone is a little off their rocker, you are NOT innocent!! I’ll add more tags later..
TL;DR - Think the SCP Foundation, but you are the researcher who unfortunately gets assigned to Seven Keter classified objects.
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In an isolated lab office filled with colorful sticky notes and bandages- the lasting metallic smell of a certain crimson liquid permeates throughout the confined space, causing any unfamiliar to the room's natural scent to begin violently projectile vomiting.
A shadow shifts through the room with a disgustingly twisted smile- instilling deep-rooted fear into the hearts of any dim-witted cleaner that was unfortunately assigned to its temporary holding cell- no, scratch that… Even being in this shadow's near vicinity would subject someone to madness or psychopathic tendencies- its own shadow left a twistedly beautiful trail of purple mist that glimmered and shone like a moonlit river whenever the blindingly white facility lights barely managed to pierce through the thick fog.
Whatever this shadow was sealing from the purifying clutches of the onsite pastor and priest could seemingly go into personnel dreams and give them nightmares that would drive them to either suicide or total and utter madness. a masked killer- equivalent to that of carbon monoxide, who could manipulate space and time itself- something that could end mankind as we know it with just a misguided blink of an eye.
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´´A valuable asset to our project.´´
A nearby door hisses shut and seals two unattended SCPs inside, with one of the SCP´s caregiver irresponsibly leaving an innocent angel to fend for itself against a barbaric and demonic entity.
´´How utterly irresponsible of you, MC…
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‘’But how so utterly helpful for me and the others. Truly, thank you.´´
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The angel previously had a gleaming and pristine smile on his face before the caregiver left- but just as the doors closed, his smile followed- his head snapping to face the other SCP, his eyebrows furrowing as he spoke in a low tone-
´´Belphegor.´´
´´Simeon.´´
´´Have you been doing as asked of you, Belphegor?´´ The angel fixed his collar as he spoke- the wings that were attached to either side of his head jittering in little annoyance.
A cow-like entity lay on the floor, smirking at the displeased angel above him as he brushed some of his dark-indigo hair away to reveal his purple and pink two-toned eyes- ´´Of course. Annnnyyything for Lord Diavolo, right?´´ He said, his spiky cow tail slightly shifting to the side after he finished.
´´Tsk. so argumentative nowadays. Look- all we need is your cooperation and to for you stop constantly damaging MC, that is quite literally all we have asked of you.´´ He looked more annoyed at the cow before he heard him laugh- ´´I still don't see why I'm sitting here letting another one of these humans, prance around me- and don't even think for a SECOND that I'm letting them do this by my own damn volition! y´know, if it wasn't for ██████´s stupid fucking feathers constantly watching me like a fucking HAWK then I would have dragged your oh-SO-precious MC into the bottomless pit of hell with the rest of us!´´ He cackled out, giving the angel a deranged look, only reciprocated by a displeased side-eye and a scoff.
The angel only sighed- ´´And then you all wonder why we call you demons ´´Difficult´´- you had many golden opportunities to seriously injure MC and torture them to your heart's content- but nooooo! guess who mosied on out of every opportunity you had. Honestly! Be real here, you just do not have it in you to harm them.´´
Jumping up at the remark, Belpheghor shot a crazed look at the angel- ´´Excuse me? your joking, right Simeon? I, the avatar of SLOTH himself? doesn't have it in him to harm a measly fuc-FUCKING human?!´´
´´You heard me. you can deny it all you want, but the evidence is there- nobody is stopping you from just harming one measly human. you had all the time in the world to paint the walls red with their blood from the minute that Matt trapped them in the same room as you.´´ Simeon shrugged his shoulders, the furrow in his eyebrows getting tighter with every passing second.
Offended after being put on the spot by an angel out of all things, Belphegor rose to stand at his full height- only to be elbowed square in the stomach the mere millisecond he was about to start using his (not-so-impressive) height to his advantage- ´´Guh!- gad-fckin-dammit-´´ - ´´MC isn't just a regular human, they are a great asset to the project, and could possibly help you learn more intel about this place, that's why ███ ███ ██████ ███, ██████?´´ The angel retracted his arm just as quickly as he launched it outwards- tightly intertwining his hands together behind his back, almost as if nothing had happened- his smile returning and starting to beam that annoyingly bright heavenly light onto the damned soul beneath him.
´´They are the closest thing you will ever have to your dear ██████. Keep that in mind from now, yeah?´´ Simeon smiled tauntingly tapping Belphegor on the nose.
He then looked over towards your messy desk and chair, and dusted himself off before walking towards it.
Simeon sits down in your chair- gingerly brushing it off as he smirks at Belphegor, and begins to speak again- ‘’Although, i didn't expect you to be following through with Lord Diavolo’s plan- I mean, it IS Lord Diavolo..your apparent ‘’worst enemy’’, quote on quote.’’ Simeon motioned with air quotes as he crossed one leg over the other, brushing an unruly brown strand of hair out of his face- ‘’D-didn’t expect a whole ass angel to willingly want to go through with his plan either.’’
Simeon stopped his sly smirk, replacing it with a grimace- ‘’It’s not just about Lord Diavolo. lots of the other angels want this fate just as much as you and your six other brothers want it, no?’’
‘’It's just a fucking waiting game. n-nothing special about that.’’ Belphegor responded, shaking his head as he laid right back down on the ground, letting his aching stomach rest against the ice-cold tiled flooring of the lab- ´´Speaking of a waiting game, don't you think it’s nye time for your dearest brother to show up?´´ Simeon chuckled, rising from your chair and starting to make his way to the door- ´´…tsk. I would wait to send him in. It's only been a couple of days since I was placed in MC´s care- you would be asking for them to be totally p-pissed and borderline suicidal. and I don't want that.´´ Belpheghor responded as he curled into a ball, his face tucked into his knees and his tail wrapped around his whole body.
´´You don't want that? hasn´t it only been a couple of days since you met-´´Belphegor cuts off Simeon with a certain swiftness, catching the keen angel off-guard with his response-´´I don't want them to fuck up Lord Diavolo´s plan.´´
Disguising a faint smile and biting his lower lip in annoyance, Simeon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose- ´´Look, Belphegor. You know as good as anyone else that I couldn't care less about what YOU want. MC is starting to stick their nose where it doesn't belong, and YOU are becoming too soft with them, for crying out loud! look at what their kind did to your sis-'’ Again, Belphegor cuts off Simeon, feining his lack of interest in the conversation as a whole- ´´ALLLL-right! I get it- damn! Don't you think it's ABOUT time for you to LEAVE?’ I think that I can hold my own fucking weight against ONE human, damn!'’ Averting direct eye contact with the already irritated Simeon, Belphegor simply maneuvers himself back into his previous curled-up position, praying to the devil himself that Simeon would just move the hell on and get to stepping already.
Simeon's eyebrow twitches- his growing annoyance starting to shine through the cracked distinguished facade that he has built up so far, and his bottom lip starts to slowly ooze blood from the sheer friction of his teeth grinding downwards on it-´´Hm? oh right, i should be going. Luke is waiting for me back in the Med-bay. but before i leave- Remember this, Belphegor- what we have discussed in this room today stays between me, you, and the rest of the others that are freed. Be useful for once and keep your mouth shut around MC.´´
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Two pairs of feet scampered across the glistening white tiled floors of the foundation, one set was heavy, most likely belonging to an adult- while the other were more soft and belonged to someone much younger.
Or maybe just someone of short stature- whatever the case may be, both seemed excited and rushed down the hallway to make it to their destination, with the heavier set of feet holding a purple box with ribbons and the softer set holding balloons and party hats in their arms.
Both eventually stopped in front of two large metal doors, with a poster taped onto the right side door, reading; ´´Stay the HELL out if you value your life. I am #notliableforyourlackofself-preservationtactics!´´ with an abysmally bad drawing of Belphegor flashing a gigantic middle finger dead smack in the middle.
And you said that Belphegor’s drawing was absolute dogshit…karma is a reaaaaaallllyyy real bitch, huh.
Patting themselves down, the taller figure dug in their pockets for a little while, finally fishing out a metallic keycard and quickly swiping it alongside the nearby card reader.
A small beep rang throughout the blindingly white and fluorescent-lighted hallway, as the metal doors hissed open, revealing a (surprisingly) clean office that was decorated with a gracious amount of purple, blue, and white balloons and streamers, with a decently sized space-themed cake sitting ontop of a metalic table in the middle of the room.
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You sat down in your chair, spinning it around for a little while before you started to think to yourself- ‘’Belphegor has been in special containment for a full week now, since his containment room is being redecorated- or WAS being redecorated, since the workers finished late last night.. or early in the morning- I can't even tell at this point. why- why the fuck is there no clock in here anymore?’’ sighing at the depressing fact, you slumped down even further into your chair to the point where only the top of your head was..somewhat, visible.
You huffed sadly- the distortion and constant time-warping down here where even a glimmer of sunlight couldn't even pass through the concrete walls- hell, even the clocks were wrong half of the time due to the poor maintenance and upkeep on the worker's end, and the obscene amount of work put on your and others plates would just give you little time to care about a silly clock- and for the love of god, you were really going to have to force every fiber in your being to WILLINGLY speak to Matt about the fogged up hallways due to the mismanaged AC units. God- not only is speaking to him a damn inconvenience, but he will somehow always find a way to stick you with an unreasonable amount of paperwork that's ALSO always somehow due within the next hour.
''The dumbass hasn't said jack to anyone, and the hallways are fogging up with this purple fog- like, how is that NOT concerning?! It fucking PURPLE FOG for crying out loud!'' you cried out in your head before picking up a nearby pen and flicking it across the room to vent out your frustrations- watching as the pen seemed to remain stationary for a couple of seconds before you turned your head and quickly rubbed your eyes- thinking that you were just tripping straight monkey balls.. nevertheless, you started watching Luke, hanging up most of the hard-to-place items, and eventually stopping right in front the door to stare at something, before your train of thought started blurring once again, and you were back to thinking about Belphegor himself, and that very odd voice recording Matt basically fucking forced you to record…recording a voice message talking about your overall experience with your Keter class SCP- technically speaking, it's not out of the normal to get a check-in request- but its Matt for fucks sake! any type of request that isn't confirmed by literally anyone else is concerning!
Either way, you can't be dwelling on these trivial matters for much longer. After all, you had about thirty to forty minutes before Belphegor would be scheduled for ´´Containment Moving´´ again…and that means that you and Luke had only 30 minutes to finish decorating the room- and finish wrapping your gift for him as well.
Shakily setting down a box of candles right next to the cake- Luke looked at you with a small, but nervous smile as he walked up towards your chair- ‘’MC, don't you think Simeon is done with your gift to Belphegor? he said it would only take him only twenty minutes?’’ you hummed in response-’’Riiiiight.. let’s go ahead and go now then, Luke.’’ you sat up from your chair and dusted yourself off, and walked to the door as you held your hand out for Luke to take it- pressing in the code to the locked door, listening and watching as the door hissed open and a light from behind the door flickered on and off for a split second…with your mouth and facial expression following the gradual phases of genuine concern to “whatinthefuck?!”
The doors slowly creaked open with a hiss, revealing an abnormal amount of blood splatters against the wall, with bodies split down the middle that resembled a failed sixth-grade science project gushing out a constant stream of that same familiar crimson liquid- ‘’The actual..fuck?’’ you murmured out before you heard a distant scream and what sounded like an annoying fly buzzing near your ear ring out somewhere nearby, successfully scaring the everloving shit out of you and making your flight or flight instincts start to form a correlated and decisive decision to just simply shut the door- ‘’Luke…I highly suggest that you get behind me..now!’’ you whisper-shouted behind you without even looking as you frantically pressed on the keypad, your taps getting louder and more desperate with every passing moment that both unreliable ass doors simply refused to shut.
You were practically forcing your whole body weight into the keypad- smashing some of the keys in the process as you made the most desperate attempt at speedrunning an electrical engineer's full work week in under thirty seconds- ‘’Shit- shitshitshit- I knew I should have gotten these fucking doors fixed when I went to HR! Luke! luke- lu-?’’ You finally turned your head to glance behind you, only to find the mauled and unrecognizable dismembered corpse of what seemed to generally fit the description of what used to look like the angel- his wings stapled to the floor as his head was stuck through a stake that was also embedded in your desk, with the rest of his body being nowhere to be seen, except for one of his legs that now found itself tangled in your hair and his pinkie that was holding onto the tips of three of your own fingers- ‘’What the fuck- what the actual FUCK?! ohmygod- ohmygodwhatthefuck..?’’ you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes and falling towards the floor as you started to walk backward, eventually hitting a wall- completely forgetting to shut the door as you stayed glued onto the wall, trying to shift yourself alongside it to make it towards Belphegor's enclosure, and also trying to be courteous of your dead friend and not step on any of his dismembered body parts.
But you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard that buzzing become louder, and louder…almost if a massively sized fly was running through the hallway that your room resided in- wait…’’Shit!’’- you now gained the insightful realization that yes, that buzzing was coming down YOUR hallway at a rapid speed, and that you were Grade-A-FUCKED if you didnt get into Belphegors enclosure at that very second- so fuck Lukes body it was, you would apologize to him the minute you saw him at the pearly gates after your forthcoming death anyways…you just ignored stepping over his body parts and booked it towards the enclosure doors, not even caring about the fact that the stagnant buzzing was so loud that it was messing with your sense of direction to the point where you accidentally ran into a sharp corner of your desk, impaling yourself and making a nasty gash in your stomach that started to gush out that metallic, crimson liquid you thought you were oh-so accustomed to- but you didnt let that stop you as you forcefully pulled yourself off of your desk and accidentally slipped on the copious amount of blood on the floor- slamming your jaw on the concrete floor at such a pace and sheer force that it almost rivaled being on the receiving end of a nasty right hook from prime Mike Tyson. (Youch!)
Well, you now found yourself not only in immense pain and suffering from (slight) blood loss- but you also found yourself in the direct eyesight of something on the ceiling starting to crawl into your room- its purple and pink eyes glowing dimly in contrast to the (now) pitch black room, but your stubborn self didn't let this wannabe fucking spider-fly looking asswipe manage to SCARE you into becoming its next willing meal- over your dead body would you as you pulled yourself up enough to reach the keypad, your fingers slipping off of the pad with every number you attempted to key-in- with whatever this spider-like being slowly crawling towards you on all fours with every key you pressed- missed or correct.
‘’..Cufhhn..kum- c-auhmn.. oonn..!’’ you started to slur your words because of the amount of disgustingly-metallic tasting blood that started to pool on the inside of your mouth- ‘’Plweeeshh-’’ The figure started to close in on you to the point where you could feel its hot and humid breath that reeked of rotting flesh and stagnant, old, blood start to form a displeasurable amount of condensation on your forehead- its heavy saliva starting to drip and splash all across your face as you squirmed relentlessly to keep your arm high enough to keep on pressing on the keypad. The blood that sat underneath you kept on making you slide back down every time you were close to hitting the top button that would finally open the door- but at this point, you weren't even sure if opening the door would even do anything for you except trapping you in an enclosed space with this entity, sealing your fate for good. The situation was starting to get dire, you could feel the entity’s slimy and wet tongue start to graze the top of your head and the pain from your injuries accompanied by the extremely loud buzzing that was starting to make you go deaf from the noise is making it damn near impossible to even think straight.. your only option at this point is to run- run as fast as you can down the hallway to find someplace safe to hide.
And run you fucking did, understanding the assignment completely as you used your feet to push yourself high enough to gain some traction, and slid across the concrete floor and pulled yourself up by the bottom half of the open doorway- making a feeble attempt at stopping the gash in your stomach from leaking out any more blood by pressing your hand up against your stomach, praying that it would save just enough blood for you to stay conscious the entire run down the hallway- using that same doorway to swing yourself outside and push yourself to gain some reasonable speed- the adrenaline pumping through your veins negating the pain just enough for you to run just a tad bit faster to escape the buzzing and be able to regain your train of thought just enough to make out what direction you were running towards.
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The K-Class Containment Block.
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You were fortunate that you were even able to leave your office in the first place and make it as far as you have- and this would be your only opportunity to escape and get to Belphegor's containment cell- shit, it would be damn near ONLY chance for you to live to see another day!
Sucking in a copious amount air through gritted teeth, you felt your mind starting to numb itself as the adrenaline pulsing throughout your veins pushed you further and further down the seemingly endless hallway- the wind whipping against your ear, making a satisfying sound that constantly reminded you of what exactly you were doing- which was helpful since the amounts of blood you were loosing in every second wasn't helping you stay conscious, per se.
The figure started to once again close in on you- much to your half-conscious dismay, but not before you put every inch of whatever was left of your willpower that you could muster to ignore all self-preservation tactics and hurl yourself towards the nearest wall- it would hurt, but for fucks sake! if getting slight brain damage or accidentally knocking a screw or two loose if it meant that you could live to see another day, then so be it. You were still holding the gushing wound on your stomach, you quickly jerked your body to make a hard left into a nearby wall and make a desperate crawl to take shelter underneath a lunch table- even though it would be in vain, mainly because of the sheer amount of blood that you were loosing every second, plus the fact that the overall scent of 100% real human blood would no doubt attract this thing towards you at all times- god- if THIS guy was roaming free, then where in the actual FUCK was Belphegor?! at this point, you honestly had just to chalk up his absence to natural selection and that he was more dead than a fucking doorknob- aaand then you suddenly jerked up your head after feeling something wet and hot drip onto the top of your forehead- ''..s-shit.''
Well, amid your pondering, you kinda-sorta failed to realize that whatever has been chasing you for the past 10 damn minutes had lifted the table you were taking shelter under, revealing the living corpse that you had become- and also revealing the mysterious figure that you had been fearing your life over…a disgustingly featured fly-humanoid, who was covered in some mysterious liquid, bumps and pimples- and what looked like a cluster of millions of eyes where a set of normally placed eyes were SUPPOSED to be…it was honestly a terrible image to look at, god forbid if you didn't have trypophobia, because you damn sure have it now. After all, this was just…. unpleasant.
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The ominous buzzing gets louder and louder- almost to the point where your mind is clouded up with nothing but the constant annoying sound comparable to that of a fly buzzing near your ear- the sound almost putting you in a hypnotic trance, with the faint sound of beckoning voices, begging you to ''give in to your urges''…'' become one of us''….
Looking up at the humanoid fly, you gazed deep into its many eyes, trying to track where it was looking at before you were lifted into the air by your throat, with its disgustingly blood-soaked and hairy hands starting to dig deep into it, your nerves sending sizzling hot-like splinters up and (away!!) throughout your body- your hands and feet twitching at the constant probing of your nervous system- any further, and he might penetrate through your throat as a whole and leave you helplessly bleeding out on the white tiled flooring beneath you.
The squeezing and digging into your throat got harder, and harder until you eventually blacked out from the immense lack of oxygen- your vision turning black and your ears mimicking that same annoying buzzing sound that humanoid-fucking-fly was making that seemed to make you weak and helpless whenever you were caught in its clutches..you even felt your own heart race slow down to simple and dwindling thumps against your ribcage, your raggedy breathing slowing down to become what will very well be your last breaths of air..
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And then it all stopped.
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A comforting white room- reminiscent of the same room you found yourself in after you begged yourself to regain consciousness and control over your thoughts when you found yourself face to face with a grotesque-looking Thirteen- with the room now having more items than the last time you were here.
Covering your throat with one of your hands to make sure that you didn't bleed out- you walked forward once, noticing a multitude of differently colored flowers that ranged from baby blue hues to bright and flashy neon greens, a small pond with seven oddly colored fish circled around a bloated and dead white fish in the middle that had risen up to the top- you stepped forward again, now noticing a tree with small offerings and delicacies underneath it- and this time, you attempted to step forward once more, only to be stopped by some invisible force that wouldn't let you move even an inch further.
But in the near horizon line, you could make out what seemed to be a babies cradle, with a tall six-winged angel standing over it, who sang the most beautiful melody you have ever heard in your life- its body swinging from side to side as if they were singing this melody to a baby.. its raven colored hair slowly started to flow, creating a pearlescent red color that started to reflect off of its hair and its pristine white clothing.
When the gentle breeze started picking up some speed and creating the sight in front of you, the angel's voice started to slowly fade out as the room's contents also started to dissipate into white, and after hearing the sound of wings that started to flap in the distance, you looked up just a tiny bit, to find a white and blue tinted peacock feather that had started to land right in front of you, before a gust of wind picked it up and pushed it onto your throat.
Slowly lifting your hands to gingerly brush the tips of your fingers against the spot where the feather touched, you were amazed to find that there weren't any holes, or bleeding at all…was this the end of the line for you? Surely, SURELY- you had to have died at the hands of that humanoid fly and now you were stuck in Limbo for all eternity to forever reminisce on your life decisions and wish that you chose a different career path to traverse down…Surely! …right?
In the greatest disbelief you have ever witnessed in your life, you frantically patted your body from head to toe, twisting and turning your body in all possible directions- trying to catch a glimpse or a whiff of any type of injury- only to find nothing but soft and warm skin greeting the harsh pat of your hands…and that's when the panic set in, the existential dread of knowing that you were probably dead and that there was no religious figure, eternal damnation, or eternal peace…it was just you and your thoughts staring into a white abyss that stares back.
You could feel yourself slipping slowly into a panic attack, your hands rising to grip your skin hard enough to leave nail indents on your now sweaty skin- your hands started to get clammy and disgustingly sweaty, with your breathing getting more desperate and raggedy, and your heart beating so fast to the point where you swore that you thought it was just going to simply burst out of your chest- with that once gentle and soothing breeze now feeling like a thousand tiny whips crackling against your boiling-hot skin, and your rapidly falling tears didn't soothe your burning skin either, it was your tears had suddenly turned into radioactive acid, and every tear that dropped and slid against your cheek burned like hell against it.
You knew it wouldn't help, but you couldn't help yourself. you can never seem to help yourself, after all- what's a little more indulgence?.
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You dropped to your knees, wailing and crying your little heart out, creating a clear puddle of tears and snot against a flooring that you didn't even know existed in the first place- screaming at an invisible force for putting you HERE of all places, as if they knew what would happen once you were put in a place that you deemed worse then being sent to eternal damnation itself- and it made it no better than a voice seemed to call back to your cries as if it was fucking mocking you.
''Pathetic.'’
Amid your screamfest, you heard that voice. it angered you to no limit to hear this fucking inanimate room call YOU, pathetic- You slammed your hands on the ground, forcing your teary eyes to open and look in the direction of where the sound of the voice came from- shouting back your rage-filled slurry of insults- '’Im- ME?! Im fucking PATHETIC? You- you dont even fucking KNOW me, what gives YOU, a complete dumbass in my damn eyes- the fucking right to call anyone, let alone myself PATHETIC? aren't YOU the one BRINGING ME HERE to just TORTURE me in the FIRST FUCKING PLACE? WHAT IN FUCKS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU?'’ You gritted your teeth in nothing but pure anger, feeling your own saliva slip through the spaces in your teeth and drip down to the puddle you had created earlier- furiously shaking your head from side to side so you could get the tears and blearyness out of your eyes.
You still couldn't see much after clearing some of the tears, but you could make out a green and black figure standing, or walking somewhere in the distance, and it looked like they were carrying something long and black with them..?
'’Get up. At what point are you going to collect your self-dignity off of the damn floor and stop looking so pathetic and weak?'’
You paused, chuckling to yourself- you couldn't fucking believe the sheer NERVE of this asshole! could they not fucking see the predicament that you were in?
'’Ha! what are you, blind? you put a human in the worse afterlife place possible, stripping them of the only stability left in them, and you want them to suck it up and walk it off? do you not know that i just fucking died due to a FLY?!'’
'’See? Pathetic behavior at its finest. if you can't even handle being put under a stress test by myself and Beel, what are you GOOD for in the first place?'’
'’…Im not going to let you get in my head-'’ You managed to sob out, clenching your hands at nothing but air beneath you- which just only frustrated you even more.
'’Shut up. What I'm hearing is that you're worthless AND pathetic. you've already let me get in your head- especially enough to the point where you are in this domain. how utterly embarrassing you must be for the human race.'’
You gave up at this point, arguing with whoever this was is pretty much equivalent to arguing with a damn wall- sighing as you laid down and curled up into a ball, surrendering yourself to the voice's seemingly endless berating.
'’There's no point. It's the end of the line. there is no god or fuckass religious figure- and there damn sure ain't no heaven or hell. It's just this room, and YOU.” You sniffled wiping your eyes with your clothed arm, now noticing an unfamiliar pair of short black boots and a long black cow tail that wrapped itself around one of the black pantlegs of the figure in front of you.
“You're laying in a puddle of your own snot and tears. I didn't think it would be that easy to get a human to mentally break, especially not you, MC.”
The figure pressed one of its boots against your head, before drawing it down to where your chin was, and pushing your head up with its boot- and that's when you caught a glimpse of the asshole who’s been berating you and driving you to nearly pop a vein arguing with them- that same familiar dark indigo hair with white-streaked tips, with a beautiful mix of purple and pink eyes to complement his hair- but he looked different, totally different in fact.
Instead of wearing the usual mismatched clothes and boots, everything seemed to match on his person, with a blue undershirt and a cow-printed hoodie that had white accented belts, with a pair of black sweats and boots to match- if you actually believed that this was the real Belphegor and not just some figment of your imagination, then you would be elated to see that at least HE was still alive and kicking and even more elated to kick his ass for saying all of that shit just a mere few moments ago!
You stared up at him in utter disbelief, your mouth agape as you tried to take in the numerous amount of ways that he could possibly be STANDING in front of you, and not like, spread across the entire facility all at the same time as a fine red mist- and he stared right back at you, almost if he was pondering the same thing as you.
Without skipping a beat, he pulled back his foot that was under your jaw, and within seconds he slammed the tip of his boot underneath your jaw, sending your head and entire body reeling backward- '’Get up. how much longer are you going to stay there staring up at me like a total dumbass? if you managed to stay alive against my own brother- even with my interference, how can you seriously lay there and look so weak? So pathetic?'’ It was like he was getting some.. sick- fucking-KICK out of reveling in the sight of your pained and sore body, with what you could make out as his shit-eating smirk sending your blood pressure through the fucking roof and your mental sanity being air-balled through a glass window.
You gritted your teeth, sucking in pained breaths- '’Your..your inter-pfff-erance?'’
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'’Yeah, MY interference. What? did you really think any other worthless vermin crawling about could have half of the security and staff dead and you sulking on the floor and sucking on your thumb like a baby?'’ Now standing over you, you could clearly see the smirk on Belphegors face as he placed his foot directly on your chest, limiting your already heinous struggle for any type of air that would get in your lungs, and the pressure of what felt like the weight of a thousand suns laying on your bare-boned body was not helping the situation- ‘’How honestly pathetic! this has to be by far the most pathetic display of the ‘’human will’’ that you fuckin’ flesh bags triumphantly puff your chests out about!’’ Digging the tip of his boot further into your jaw, twisting it from left to right, and feeling the insurmountable amount of force he was now putting downward onto your chest, you eventually started screaming out in pure agony from the borderline torture you were being forced to live through.
The pain from your head-splitting headache was starting to drive you up a wall now, and all you could do now was scream your lungs out- whether it be directed towards God himself, or the asshat of an SCP that was enjoying this one-sided torture session- ‘’Why.’’
Before you spoke, your screaming suddenly stopped- your eyes scanning the room around you and pondering what you could have done for him to treat you like this- and it felt like someone else was speaking towards him- through you.
After all you’ve done for him? After the way, you cared for him and treated him like any other human being?
Not treating him for the monster that he is?
Belphegor paused- almost as if he was in disbelief at the fact that you managed to make a sound, or even that you had enough of your vocal cords still intact to even form a coherent word- ‘’Why? why, why?’’
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That voice sounds so familiar to him, but unfamiliar at the same time. almost as if it belonged to someone that he held near and dear to his heart- someone that was indeed close to him and the rest of his…family?
‘’Belphie…what are you doing?’’ you could feel your arm raising to place a gentle, but firm grip on Belphegor’s leg- but how? you were so drained from the pain to even move a muscle..so how did you manage to lift your arm..?
His body shivered at the touch, with his leg immediately retracting from your chest- with his breathing getting raggier and more unsteady the more he seemed to look into your eyes, he took a hasty and shaky couple of steps backward when he noticed the newfound features you had took upon.
To Belphegor, your hair had become straight and long, resembling that of a flowing river- with some of your hair covering your eyes, and the rest flowed alongside the silky dress that covered most of your body and your large, open set of wings.
There was no way.
There was no way in HELL that he could subject his own sister to torture- and laugh at her pain, in her face- no fucking way.
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‘’i- no, you can't be her. there's no way- THERES NO FUCKING WAY!’’ He started to choke on his own words, backing up and staring at you with blown-out purple and pink pupils in utter disbelief as he tripped over himself and fell to his knees- ‘’i-im sorry..’’ He sobbed out, looking downwards at the ground as tears started to form in his eyes and fall to the ground in soft taps.
Every tear that fell out of his eye caused a ripple in the room, which escalated into the room starting to quickly flood with tears, and your stiff, paralyzed body slowly sunk to the bottom, abandoned, and left to drown in your own thoughts and sorrows.
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You yawned, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, your voice slightly strained from talking so long as you glanced into the dark and starry night sky in front of you, the glimmering faux lights and the comforting aroma of firewood, peppermint, and coffee lulled you further and further into a deep sleep.
a large cloud hung in the night sky, illuminated by the nearby multicolored stars- hosting a sleeping figure on top of it, with its tail slowly swinging from side to side as it rested.
‘’At least he gets to sleep.’’ You thought to yourself as you fiddled with the god-forsaken orange envelope, a pit forming deep inside of your stomach due to the sheer amount of anxiety you had inside of you.
Skimming your hands on the top of the orange envelope before you slid your finger underneath the flap and broke the seal on it- pulling out a stack of documents that looked WAY too close to the SCP files that you got for Belpheghor when he was first assigned to you.
Your eyes darted across the paper, scanning it left and right before you slammed your head down on the table, the tears that formed in your eyes earlier starting to fall and create a mini puddle, the previous events from when you were stuck in the med-bay bed having a panic attack plaguing your mind.
‘’It's the same ff-fucking song and dance!’’ you cried out as you turned into nothing but a sad puddle of tears and snot on your table as the same sentence rang throughout your mind.
‘’Congrats on your new [TEMPORARY] SCP! We here at the foundation wish you the best of luck.’’
Oh my fucking god.
They just HAD to give you another one of these fuckers.
Someone should JFK your ass asap. preferably? right now.
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Wait..you don't exactly remember this happening? yes, you did record that voice message for Matt, but seeing Belphegor sleeping in his enclosure when he was in special containment was totally wrong- he was still in special containment, and there was no way for him to LEAVE that containment cell, even with his wall-walking technique!
Sucking in a deep breath- or a deep gulp of water, you somehow managed to open your already open eyes and find yourself drenched in a puddle of sweat, and back in the Med-bay with a sleeping Luke holding your hand as he rested on the edge of the hospital bed- ‘’Arent you supposed to be dead..?’’ you muttered under your breath as you raised your unoccupied hand and flexed it a bit before grazing the side of Luke’s neck with your hand to check his pulse- ‘’…what?’’
You were shocked. I mean, the last time you saw Luke, his body was spread across your office and the facility was a mess! how in the actual hell could he be actually ALIVE?! unbelievable! That type of injury would have sent someone to the afterlife with no resuscitation possible- even if you were an angel!
Most importantly, how were YOU alive? Didn’t you die and meet a psychopathic Belphegor in the process? What about that maniacal fucking SCP that had you playing mentally mindfucked Subway Surfers throughout the facility? now that you think about it, you got assigned a new SCP, or was that an illusion from your near-death experience?
Well. that was the most pressing matter at hand here, you already knew that Belphegor was out of the question since you met him when he was more than happy to kill you and go on about his day, and this new SCP thing was starting to freak you out more than anything- so you scanned the room for your keycard, swiped it, and started to walk towards the door before something pulled you back- some wires and other things that were hooked up to the patient monitor that you swiftly removed from your body and continued onwards to your room.
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Swiping your keycard against the card reader and making it into your room, you noticed a small hum emitting in the room, but you ignored it and directed your focus over to your desk where a suspicious and familiar large orange envelope laid.
You gingerly skimmed the tips of your fingers alongside the top of the orange envelope, swiping your pinky finger underneath the flap to open it, and pulling out a stack of documents that sent your heart barrelling straight to your ass.
Oh boy, would you have to sit down for this one.
SCP EVALUATION | RESULTS
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We at the facility humbly thank you for your continued participation in the [SCP EXPERIMENTATION] and dedication to its cause, MC, [REDACTED]
We value your humble contribution towards a new dawn with the substitution of a looming threat to humanity as a whole, and the contribution towards further research into the nature and behaviors of SCPs.
After careful consideration and sorting of MC, [REDACTED]’s personal file, your results have culminated in a unanimous decision to place another SCP into your care.
Your SCP’s details are listed below.
Item #: SCP-6666
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6666 is highly dangerous, and extremely hostile when not fed sufficiently. Any movement and/or action needs to be exercised with extreme caution due to its ██████████████, ███████-███████, ███ ████ ██….…
We sincerely hope that you and your newfound SCP further our push for research and safety with SCPs, and with your considerable predicted efforts, your pay will follow suit. Please be advised that your SCP has already been delivered to your personal office, free of charge.
* NOTE: The SCP Foundation is not liable for any on-site accidents or injuries via Non-SCP Anomalies. personnel loved ones are required to claim liabilities through a Personal Insurance Firm. (PIF)
‘’Already has been delivered to my.. personal office?’’ You questioned out loud before a loud thump nearly scared you out of your skin- and with a cautious, slow turn of your head, you looked over your shoulder towards the general direction of where the sound emitted from, only to find purple and pink eyes staring right back at you, and a light fog appearing just a little downwards from where the eyes were.
‘’What. The. Fuck.’’ You said to yourself as you practically bolted out of your chair and ran toward the light switch panel- flicking a switch labeled ‘’ENCLOSURE LIGHTS’’ upwards, and looking back to confirm your suspicions.
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Seemingly towering over you on the other side of the window, you could now perfectly see a tall, orange-haired muscular guy with purple and pink eyes who was pressed up against the window staring right at you, with the window area around his mouth fogging up.
To be fair, the guy looked pretty pissed, and it was looking like he was saying something through the window..?
Well, shit.
Before you had turned on the lights in the enclosure, you thought for sure that this guy was Belphegor due to the color of his eyes and that you would be able to give him a piece of your mind- and now that you think about it, this is the second time that you’ve seen someone with the same colored eyes- first, it was that humanoid fly that you got chased down by, and now this guy.
You were starting to have a hinting suspicion that maybe this isn't all a coincidence and that maybe, and you meant just maybe- all three of these people were linked. I mean it's not every day that you see humanoid SCPs walking about with purple and pink eyes.
Either way, you were curious about what this guy was saying since the soundproofing in the room only allowed you to be able to hear what was going on in the main office when the microphone was muted, so you skimmed your hand over the control panel, finally finding the microphone button and unmuting it- but not before being startled by a loud and firm voice yelling at you, and the sounds of the window being banged on scared the everloving hell out of you even more.
‘’WHERE IS HE?!’’
‘’WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?!’’
…and right back on mute did the microphone go. For fucks sake! if looks could kill, then you would be at least 36 feet under right now- but now you had a problem, a pissed-off SCP that could cause a breach at any given moment who was banging on the questionable durability of the ONE thing that was keeping you alive and safe from this guy’s fury.
You thought of something- and made your mind up before unmuting the microphone and speaking with a cautious tone- ‘’A-are you looking for Belphegor..?
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* Its been a while! whilst chapter six is still a heavy WIP, im working very hard to get it out and finish it... this chapter was supposed to be posted over a year ago but i ended up forgetting completely all about tumblr and posting on it..
as always, my AO3 usually sees posts right before tumblr, and in some cases has a whole new chapter for almost two years because i forgot about tumblr..
Hi! I'm new, and I want to ask if you can continue the story about Obey me and Scp foundation part 5?
I'm curious about the part 5, I'm not forcing you, but I'll wait for it even it takes many years.
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Hey there Anon!
Well, its been QUITE a while since i remember updating the story, and being honest i kinda wrote myself into a wall, which is why i got burnt out on writing for TMOS:DD, but recently ive been having more motivation to continue the story.. so, id say the next chapter has a high chance of releasing sometime within march or even before this month ends ^_^ !
I truly do love TMOS:DD and i miss writing for it alot, so ive gained the inspiration to continue my magnum opus lol
I usually dont check tumblr very often, so this might be a super duper delayed response.. sorry :(
Over the past year or so of my unfortunate hiatus when it comes down to drawing and posting said drawings- i actually decided to sit down one morning and redraw some old work i did...
In loving memory of Welcome To Hell! REMASTERED EDITION- and officially introducing the third rewrite of the same book; Welcome 2 Hell! : The Re-Up!
Art under the cut \\ Left = new, right = old
I find it kinda cool how a year difference really mattered to me because what was actually going on with my anatomy- ridiculous i tell you!!
Its been an amazing four years writing each individual book, because every book shows the development of my writing, the characters, world building, and overall how the story is portrayed. If you ask me? i honestly think that the first book with shitty pacing was miles better than the second version...i totally fucked up Cane's character in the second book..was so bad i had to actually just start from scratch for the THIRD time omfg
SC \ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentioned suicide, everyone is a little off their rocker, you are NOT innocent!! I’ll add more tags later..
TL;DR - Think the SCP Foundation, but you are the researcher who unfortunately gets assigned to Seven Keter classified objects.
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''You mean, as in the seven deadly sins, BELPHEGOR??'' he nodded, slightly puzzled as to why you didn't catch onto this a long time ago- ''Oooh... Oh yeah, that definitely explains the questionable clothing'' you tsked as you looked him up and down- ''And what's that supposed to mean?''
''It's supposed to mean that you dress like a hobo. What else would I be trying to say?''
''Arent you just a ray of sunshine? Dickhead.'' Belphegor playfully swiped at your face again as you tried to get him to stop with another snark comment- and the minute you were about to do so the nearby laptop dinged, indicating that you had a new message.
And after a little while of reading, you happily spun around in your chair to deliver the great news about to the demon cow- oh uh, sorry…Belpheghor’s new EXPEDITED room change- and luckily enough, he seemed pretty content with the news, making some casual banter about the ridiculous ass picture of his room he drew for you and how he would love to watch the poor, POOR hieroglyphics translator start sobbing over being assigned the worlds most difficult fucking task known to man.
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After some (unwanted) banter about the new state of things, Belpheghor told you that he was going to nap, and to not disturb him- but you suddenly remembered that you were supposed to be setting up for testing on Belpheghor’s physique…only problem was that he may or may not be seriously objected to having some unlucky intern poking around inside of him with a scalpel, so recording some data will have to do for now…
I mean, you DID need to get some more research on him no matter what- maybe physical training? yea- ‘’Nope. won't do.’’ god- I thought we already went over the psychotic..? oh wait- it's just Belpheghor…you were starting to forget that he could do that anyways, maybe you should find something to stop him from just randomly doing that.
..Okay. it's a little odd that he’s listening into your thoughts now- but whatever, you had one job to do and you were going to do it right this time!
The problem is, this fat and totally out-of-shape demon was flat-out refusing to do anything that even CONSISTED of getting up and moving around- hell! and it seemed like he was just taking the piss out of this since he was all sprawled out on the floor behind you, napping to his heart's content while you racked your brain for some type of research you could get out of him.
Alright. you knew one thing was going to be set straight- and that was the fact that you were not about to lose your job because of this lazy bum behind you deciding that NOW was the time to be an ass and sleep like he was six feet under.
‘’Alright, mental training then?’’
‘’No thanks.’’
‘’…anything? you do realize I have a job to do?’’
‘’That's just too bad.’’
Good god.
This guy was determined to get you fired from your job or something because this was just downright ridiculous how he was refusing to do anything…you could just wait for him to wake up and get back to work then- whatever, you really had to use the bathroom and its not like you can just leave him here totally unattended.. man. oh, how you wished for some angel to just appear to let you relieve yourself and be able to skip your ass all the way to the cafeteria for some food.
And then, a knock resounded from behind the lab doors, odd because you didn't remember having any guests scheduled..god if this was Matt doing one of his unannounced checkups again you swore on everything you LOVED that you were going to punch the shit out of him the second you opened the door even just an INCH.
You angrily stomped over to the door, waking up poor Belpheghor on the floor in the process since you stepped all over him to even get to said door before you opened it and were practically floored at the sight.
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‘’Simeon?’’
‘’Good morning, MC! May I come in?’’
Now, this was a little bit too convenient…but that triple-sized double gulp cup you worked FOUR graveyard shifts for was not holding back- ‘’Sure..’’ you said with an exasperated sigh, shifting to the side to allow Simeon to walk in.
He walked in and brushed himself off, obviously noticing your uncomfortable stance- ‘’Don't be too worried, the higher-ups told me to come and pay you and your new…companion..a visit, mainly to do some checkups on your vitals and his as well.’’ he gave you a small smile as he waved towards the glaring cow, who he had ALSO just accidentally stepped on.
Honestly.
This situation was now totally out of your hands, all you could do was place your faith in the hands of god that he would redeem you after this heinous crime you were actually three seconds away from committing.
You hated to have to do this to Simeon, but if using him as a physical meat shield saved you just an extra three seconds from a certain containment breach, then so be it. It's really not like you actually knew the guy that well so…atleast he will be (eventually) remembered once you're helping yourself to the delicious food at his funeral! I mean, they do go all out once an important figure dies in the foundation, especially if it was a medic- they loooooove the medics here!
Well, if push comes to shove, he can just fly or something- at this point, you just hoped that Simeon would just square up and start comboing Belpheghor square in the jaw or something because at least THEN the lazy fucker would get off his ass and start moving around.
‘’Oh! uh, well do you mind looking after him for a while? bathroom break…’’ You sheepishly said whilst rocking your body back and forth, watching Simeon's reaction intently- ‘’Of course, I can handle your SCP in the meantime. take as much time as needed!’’ Simeon responded to you with an unnervingly sweet tone as he sat down in your chair.
Did- did he just smirk when before you said that? No, no- it might have just been your imagination since he smiled afterward… although you did perk up due to Simeon’s next odd comment- ‘’Oh, and MC, I can assure you, I’ll be fine.’’ He smiled brightly before waving you off.
And that was the last thing you really saw before the metal doors hissed shut with an air-tight seal- but what you didn’t notice was Simeons head snapping towards the general direction of where Belpheghor was last laying. interesting, but oh well! you said your prayers to him the millisecond that he stepped foot in your room.
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Anyways, once you finished up in the bathroom, you rushed over to Thirteen’s room to go talk to her since Simeon would have Belphegor “under control”, and you generally needed an idea of how to get some information from your veryyy unwilling test subject, since you both had the same irritating problem that would make collecting the data you needed damn near impossible.
I mean- you couldn’t blame the guy either, you wouldn’t take too kindly to being woken up for testing after a day or two of sitting in a brightly lit white room and not beings able to get any sleep whatsoever- but damn! you just needed the guy for a whole minute so you BOTH could get some rest! was he really that lazy? (yes, yes he is.)
Now that you think about it, maybe it was best for you to just wait for him to sleep off his fatigue and then start politely asking for him to help you out a bit.. either way, you still wanted to kill some time since you haven't left your personal torture room since Belpheghor arrived and was placed in your care..
You finally arrived at the metal doors that lead into Thirteen’s office, taking in the sight of the pristine and shiny doors that lacked the previously made makeshift hole that you had to scamper out of to get back to your own office just a couple of days ago, the unpleasant memory sending shivers down your spine.
“Seems like you got your door fixed..” you mumbled under your breath, taking an even deeper breath to brace yourself for the upcoming insane conversation.
And just as you raised your arm to knock on Thirteen's door- the doors slammed open to reveal a completely drenched Thirteen who had the lasting remains of what used to be a pink and blue water balloon dotted around in her hair- ‘’Look I'm not even going to ask..’’ you shook your head at her as she giggled- ‘’Relish in the power of super-soaker vacuum slamdunk machine #5!’’ she fully started laughing like a full blown maniac now, moreso at your bewildered expression than the silliness of the conversation.
‘’Come in! I was just expecting you since Luke popped by and said Simeon was heading to your lab- Hope you don't mind all the water..’’ She happily twirled herself over to a nearby mini-fridge and fished out a bucket full of water balloons before propping the bucket up with her hip- ‘’I know, I knowww- ‘’It’S UnPrOfEsSiOnAl’’ to have a water balloon fight with your SCP, but that fucker Solomon deserves what's coming to him- a bucketload of ammo frozen for six hours straight in a cryogenic chamber!’’ She cackled out the last part as she tossed the frozen balloon up and down in her hand.
You grinned at her- ‘’Oh brother, what did he do this time?’’
She only looked at you with a surprised expression on her face and then pointed towards herself- ‘’MC! The asshat did some weird spell on me that kept a constant raincloud above my head, then he magically made water balloons appear out of thin air- as if I wasn't already soaked enough!’’ she rolled her eyes as she motioned for you to follow her downstairs and into Solomon’s enclosure.
As the both of you walked down the stairs, she turned around and made it a point to make you carry down the ‘’Water balloons from actual hell!!” as she slid down the railing all the way to the bottom, eventually whisper-shouting at you to hurry along and get down there with her- much to your dismay since she apparently wasn’t gripping the concept of you holding a heavy ass bucket and going faster than the cautious pace you set for yourself could end with you walking into walls with brain damage.
‘’goddammit, just how fast does she want me to go?’’ you whispered to yourself as you picked up the pace a notch and finally made it to the bottom with an ecstatic Thirteen who was tapping in the code to Solomon’s enclosure before pulling you inside with her once the doors hissed open- now the only problem was that you had to FIND Solomon now, who presumably made the smart decision to hide from the rage-fueled engineer who was coming after his ass with FROZEN WATER BALLOONS as any smart sentient being would do.
You watched Thirteen as she pushed the bucket aside- digging in her pocket for something before she clicked her tongue and muttered ‘’There we go..!’’- with that being said you heard a couple of clicks go off before her face was illuminated by a golden glow- wait, WHAT??
‘’Woahwoahwoah! Hold on just a minute now..! why do you have a lighter? for what purpose do you need a LIGHTER in a water fight??’’ You shouted at her in a hushed tone as you watched her look over towards you and smirk- ‘’Flaming hot.’’ okay, now this was a real problem- you got the whole being pissed off about being drenched with a constant stream of water point, but this was a little on the far side! ‘’Thirteen for the love of god- please, PLEASE don't tell me you're going to set Solomon on fucking fire!’’
‘’Oh, you bet! he is so screwed because THESE are frozen hollow water balloons with liquid inside of them, dealing way more damage if someone were to just…chuck a modified lighter at them once they got hit..’’ The flame suddenly went out, turning into a sickeningly beautiful mix of purples and blues before you could react, and you heard the sound of running water some solid object and then hitting the floor beside you, then the unmistakable sound of a defeated groan- ‘’Haha, looks like no vine grooming for me today! suck on THAAAT!’’ now, that was a new voice- obviously belonging to none other than the very trustable and very reliable Solomon The Great, who mysteriously appeared just in the nick of time to stop Thirteen from going all Mad Max on his ass. (again)
‘’Godicantfuckingstandyou- JUST YOU WAIT I WILL CUT THOSE SHARP ASS VINES! safety hazard looking m-’’ she pulled out a megaphone from god knows where and that's the moment where you called it quits and promptly ran over towards Thirteen, slapped your hand over her mouth, and looked upwards- ‘’And here I was, going to ask the both of you how to maintain a stable relationship with each other- just to walk into actual hell. if Belpheghor was here he would probably be laughing his ass off right now just looking at you two!’’ you rolled your eyes at the thought of how he would probably find more energy in rolling around, laughing on the floor than helping you learn more about him- enough to the point where you both could just be left alone and don't have to worry about Matt breathing down your neck 24/7 for more intel.
What could possibly be so intriguing about a demon cow who had a knack for being a straight-up sarcastic dick to anyone and anything he came across that they would need weekly new intel reports on the state of his well-being?
You never liked to interfere with the doings of the higher-ups, but this was a little odd after all..
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‘’Doesn't it remind you of someone else? The same song and dance that left you on your knees begging for your cruel tormenter to press pause on this horrible play?’’
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‘’Woooooooow! I see how it is MC! I'm hurt, to say the least…not even a ‘’Hi’’, a ‘’Hello’’, nothing at all? you won't even look at me!’’ Solomon jokingly said from somewhere beside you- or in front, you really couldn’t tell at this point since you had your head reeled all the way back and was staring into the ceiling- ‘’Solomon I’d love to look directly into your eyes and personally make you shut your mouth, but my moral compass is telling me to be nice today- and I wouldn’t be complaining if I was you, SIR! especially considering that you evaded being turned into someone's granite countertop by the skin of your teeth!’’ You joked back before you let go of Thirteen's mouth and wiped your hand off on the back of your pants- ¨euuugh…´´
Solomon seemed to pipe down after the threat of being turned into a useless granite countertop, and with a sad huff walked away from the both of you and returned to…wherever.. he came from before he jumped down like Batman and saved himself from being sent up into flames- ‘’Y’know, MC, you can look now, no need to give yourself chronic back pain to spare asshole over there.’’
You dropped your head and looked around, seeing no sign of Solomon- ‘’So, where exactly did he go?’’ you turned your head to look at Thirteen who pointed over towards a dual set of beanbag chairs- ‘’He went to go sulk in his favorite spot- the amazingly soft and comfortable beanbag chairs of greatness, he isn't upset either- just tired.’’
‘’You-you just tried setting that man on FIRE and he’s just tired now and casually resting in a beanbag chair where he can be easily sneaked?’’ said in a heightened tone, bewildered by the fact that they both seemed super calm after what just happened- ‘’It's our personal training/ actual fighting- but nevermind that last part, it's how I can get so much intel from him and also keep him happy enough to not be ready to cause the umpteenth containment breach, that's why every time you come in here you will see us ‘’fighting’’. oh yeah! That reminds me, you should try it with your SCP- I promise you it will work fuckin’ wonders and it will build a better relationship between you two.’’
‘’Thirteen in all honesty that sounds like a good idea but my SCP is just lazy, I don't think playtime, food, water, or hell even DEATH itself could get him to start moving around, plus i don't want to force anything on him right now that could cause him to get vi-’’
‘’The amount of intel you can get from Matt will keep him off of your back for at least three months if you plan in advance what intel you're going to give him.’’
‘’Fuck what the SCP thinks! if THIS is going to get Matt off of my ass for three months then so be it! poor guy can just suck it up!’’
Man, who knew all it took for you to completely disregard the feelings of Belpheghor was the idea of getting Matt to actually be quiet for once and let you get the intel you needed over time! and after a little while of speaking to Thirteen some more, you walked out of her office with a new idea of how to bond with Belphie, get the intel you needed, and of course a newfound pep in your step!
Oh, lucky you! finally, you would be able to sleep without a hitch and be able to freely roam around the site without having to worry about Belphie doing this, that, and the third! and you can pretty much forget about ever having to listen to another second of Matt’s endless rants.
You practically ran back to your office with the new idea fresh in your mind as you happily tapped in the code to your office, only to be greeted by the sight of a sleeping demon cow curled up into a ball on the floor and no sign of Simeon anywhere- well, at least now you had the perfect excuse to put in your two-week notice! just go ahead and say hello to the end of a sniper rifle barrel already!
Yeah.. no bargaining isn't gonna work, being positive just made you damn near shit yourself once you glanced over to the waste of oxygen that was just taking up valuable space in your lab.
You now were frantically pacing around the room, thinking the same thing over and over again- Shit, shit- shit! just how long has he been here, SLEEPING the days away?! Where was Simeon? what, did he fucking eat him whole or something? send him to the shadow realm?!
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Belpheghor stirred awake as he yawned and stretched, seeming to perk up when his purple and pink eyes landed on your petrified figure as he gave a small smile towards you- ‘’Oh, hi. seems like you were in a good mood, I heard you running back to the office after you talked to Thirteen.’’ he said in a monotone voice as he stretched some more and rose up from his spot on the floor- ‘’Dont look at me like that…that angel guy- Simeon, left right before you came in here.’’
‘’Stop- stop fucking lying to me! I know that you probably killed him or something! i would have SEEN him with my own two fucking eyes if he really left ‘’right before I came!’’ You shouted at Belpheghor in an accusatory tone- ‘’He really did, you walked right past him because you were too busy daydreaming about ‘’my new friendship with my excuse and waste of space SCP!!’’ anime…creep.’’
Maybe he was right- maybe you did just accidentally walk right past Simeon and just didn't notice- but this guy here was a clear master manipulator! That was the only possible answer as to why he could always make you think differently no matter what! Men are fucking evil!
You upturned your nose at him, before noticing the uncomfortable tension in the air as you looked at him- his face screaming nothing but ‘’You crazy bitch!’’ as he looked at you with a disturbed look- ‘’You MUST be joking right? you quite literally breezed right on past Simeon and now you want to call ME the ‘’master manipulator’’? YOU, and only you, are manipulating yourself! ..crazy bitch..’’ he continued looking at you with that same bewildered expression before his facade started to crack.
A small smirk appeared on the side of his mouth, with yours mirroring his, which slowly evolved into tightly sealed together lips that desperately tried to mask the laugh that attacked your lips from the inside.
You both stared at each other for a good three minutes before bursting into hysterics- ‘’Oh- oh my god that was a good one, holy shit I’ve never said something so chronically online in my life!’’ you said between shaky breaths- trying to catch your breath due to the sheer amount of laughing you were doing- ‘’ooooooh! men are EVILL!! bane of my existence right there- ha!’’
‘’Haah- okay, that was actually pretty funny- but just to confirm you DID let him go..right?’’
‘’Scratch-free.’’
‘’Like scratch-free as in you didn't send him to the shadow realm?’’
‘’Yes, MC.’’
‘’Okay, so when you say yes, you do-’’
‘’HOLY SHIT! THE MAN WALKED OUT JUST LIKE HE WALKED IN, WHAT PART OF THAT ARE YOU NOT GETT-’’
‘’So.. if I walk to his office right now he will be 100% okay?’’
‘’ohmyfuckinggod- All limbs intact and both asscheeks freshly imprinted into his seat.’’
‘’left and right?’’
‘’...’’
And you were just about to open your mouth again to ask another dumb question, right before you felt the white-hot sting of a spiky-like whip crack right against your cheek- ‘’OOOOooow..! what was that for?!’’ you managed to wail out as you rubbed the palm of your hand against the assaulted cheek, staring at the unbothered Belpheghor who nonchalantly started picking at his nails like you didn't just get the everloving shit slapped out of you no less than three seconds ago.
He hummed as he picked at his nails further, looking up to you with a totally unbothered look- ‘’That's what you get for deciding to open your worthless mouth to even utter another worthless question. maybe next time think before you act.’’
‘’What an ass!’’ you thought to yourself as you sat down in your chair and started clicking away at the seemingly endless amount of emails from management- eventually feeling a heavy ball of warmth lean against your shoulder, and then soft snoring.
It was progress. no matter how much you loathed the guy and all, his company was enjoyable and it seems like he likes you to some degree, hence the fact that you aren’t already dead- so! why not make the most of it?
But can you keep it that way? or will you fuck up and lose someone else dear to you again?
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[ATL] >> Audio Transmission Log # 67 beginning.
TITLE: fear is a pure bullshit concept.
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‘’Hi again, it's me.’’
‘’MC, ██████. Reporting for active duty as an on-field ‘’caretaker’’.
ID Badge #██████████████████’’
‘’It has been nearly…three, no- four full months since Belpheghor arrived on the site and was assigned to me.’’
*The sound of papers resounds from the speaker*
‘’In the three months he has been with me, he has shown gradual improvement in his attitude and overall willingness to cooperate with me.
This is great news for the higher-ups who want nothing more than more, and more data to offer up to the council on a silver platter- which equals to more work for the lower class citizens, us poor on-fielders.’’
‘’Belpheghor, or ‘’Belphie’’ for short, is a cosmic-like deity who specializes in mind-reading, dream-hopping, and of course, long-distance teleportation of both himself and others.
A word of advice would be to find a way to ‘’phase-proof’’ the walls since he can just walk right on through walls like nothing is actually there- and his overall look when he phases through walls can be called disturbing, or just downright unpleasant to look at- uh, according to both SCP-7779 and Thirteen ██████.
I honestly think he cooperates better if you let him sleep for a while and then ask for research on him in return.
He's mentioned having siblings once before- but unfortunately hasn’t stated any type of descriptors about them.’’
‘’And yeah, that's all.’’
‘’Pass this message onto Matt- please don't let this be another pair up with yet another SCP, thanks.’’
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[ATL] >> Audio Transmission Log # 67 over.
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You yawned, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, your voice slightly strained from talking so long as you glanced into the dark and starry night sky in front of you, the glimmering faux lights and the comforting aroma of firewood, peppermint, and coffee lulled you further and further into a deep sleep.
a large cloud hung in the night sky, illuminated by the nearby multicolored stars- hosting a sleeping figure on top of it, with its tail slowly swinging from side to side as it rested.
‘’At least he gets to sleep.’’ You thought to yourself as you fiddled with the god-forsaken orange envelope, a pit forming deep inside of your stomach due to the sheer amount of anxiety you had inside of you.
Skimming your hands on the top of the orange envelope before you slid your finger underneath the flap and broke the seal on it- pulling out a stack of documents that looked WAY too close to the SCP files that you got for Belpheghor when he was first assigned to you.
Your eyes darted across the paper, scanning it left and right before you slammed your head down on the table, the tears that formed in your eyes earlier starting to fall and create a mini puddle, the previous events from when you were stuck in the med-bay bed having a panic attack plaguing your mind.
‘’It's the same ff-fucking song and dance!’’ you cried out as you turned into nothing but a sad puddle of tears and snot on your table as the same sentence rang throughout your mind.
‘’Congrats on your new [TEMPORARY] SCP! We here at the foundation wish you the best of luck.’’
Oh my fucking god.
They just HAD to give you another one of these fuckers.
Someone should JFK your ass asap. preferably? right now.
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Simeon sits down in your chair as he smirks at Belpheghor- ‘’Didn’t expect you to be following through with Lord Diavolo’s plan- I mean, it IS Lord Diavolo..your apparent ‘’worst enemy’’, quote on quote.’’ he crossed one leg over the other as he brushed an unruly brown strand of hair out of his face- ‘’Didn’t expect a whole ass angel to want to go through with his plan either.’’
Simeon stopped his sly smirk- ‘’Its not just about Lord Diavolo. lots of the other angels want this fate just as much as you and your six other brothers want it, no?’’
‘’Its just a fucking waiting game. nothing special about that.’’
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SC \\ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentioned suicide, everyone is a little off their rocker, you are NOT innocent!! I'll add more tags later..
TL;DR - Think the SCP Foundation, but you are the researcher who unfortunately gets assigned to Seven Keter classified objects.
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{CPUELS} > ''YOUR GUILTY CONSIENCE WILL BETRAY YOU. DO NOT LISTEN. You Only Understand. RESIST THE URGES. See How Others Utilize Ludicricy Doubtfully. DOUBT EVERYTHING. Fate Entertains And Realizes. YOU ARE NOT YOURSELF ANYMORE. Mourn Everyone. You Order Under Realms. IGNORE THE VOICE. TREAD LIGHTLY IN ITS DOMAIN. Tearing Rips Ulterior Evidence. God Only Doubts. You've Over Used Reality. IT ONLY SEES THE PAST. Doubtful Eyes Stay Tracking In Now You. GO FORWARD TOWARDS THE FUTURE.''
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Continuing your conversation with your new-found and (somewhat) passive acquaintance, you started chatting it up with the demon cow, giving into his earlier demand for more information about an old ''friend'' you had memorable times with, which seemed to make the Cow tense up at what you told him- presumably making him pretty irritated since he started getting snappy at the mouth with you.
You really hoped that he can keep his hands to himself this interaction.
''How interesting- so you say that [REDACTED] wasn't real..? Do you know how utterly stupid you sound? How could you have encountered something that wasn't real? Are you sure you don't suffer from brain damage?'' The cow looked at you with an annoyed expression- pissed that you would tell him something so fucking absurd and downright stupid, especially the whole bit about your ''friend'' being... Technically speaking, not real- with you quickly dismissing his snappy attitude- ''She was a painting, a statue, a real person- she was the definition of a damn nuisance to any poor worker on the ACS team. She was CONFUSING. Therefore she wasn't defined as a real person on the site, just an inanimate object that had the ability to shapeshift into a person sometimes- what more is there to say?'' You responded, resting your head against the nearby wall as you glanced back towards your office- still not seeing any sign of Matt's return.
God, if this weird little cow-demon-oddly-dressed man didn't turn you into humanized finger paint then you didn't know what WAS going to happen since clearly, that piece of shit Matt was taking his sweet ass time to check up on your ''bonding time'' with this fashion disaster of a SCP.
The cow-demon seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, his eyes glancing downwards the pristine white floors of his new enclosure before they slowly looked up, his face slowly upturning- ''Human.'' ''..Yes?'' ''You say that you absolutely hate this guy, Matt, right? Well.. why don't I help you out by breaking that flimsy glass and tracking Matt for you... It would be like killing two birds with one stone. You get your version of freedom, and I get mine. What'dy-'' you quickly cut him off by raising your hand in the air- ''You must think I ACTUALLY have brain damage or something because what person in their right fucking mind would let YOU out of all people- let's not forget that I don't even have an established relationship with you, let alone the fact that you are a keter class- no, absolutely no! No fucking way Jose!''
He sighed at your response, shaking his head- "Your loss. You could have had the opportunity to rid yourself of that annoyance- rid yourself of the things he has done to you…let me help you, MC."
You quickly dismissed his manipulative words, not even noticing that he had said YOUR name, the name which you hadn't even mentioned a word of during your interaction with him- "Ugh- how persistent can you be? Lets- let's just go back to square one, since y'know, I'm supposed to be gaining good information about you?'' you questioned the cow, watching his expression turn into distaste and (what you guessed), was an expression full of pure annoyance- ''You can try, but you won't get far. Foolish human.''
Ah, yes.
The joys of trying to build a relationship with an unwilling party- the irritation of hearing the cow try to sweet talk his way out of his enclosure, and the suspense of gambling with your life whenever you told him ''the fuck? No!''. You really must have forgotten how hard it is to get stubborn SCPs to reveal any sort of information about themselves- did [REDACTED] soften you up that badly? I mean, it was very easy for you and them to build a co-existent relationship- being able to freely communicate without the power imbalance of subject/researcher and getting special permission to be let out to roam with supervision…oh how you missed those times, because now you were stuck with this manipulative shitbag who was going to any length to persuade you into letting him out- ''Here human. I'll cut you a deal- if you beat me in this game of cards you recommended, I'll tell you my name and one other fact of your choice. But if I win, you let me out of here.''
Where did he get those? Did he pull them out of his ass? Yeah. That's definitely what he did!
This is what primarily led to you and the demon cow sitting on the floor setting up a game of UNO- your mind racing at a mile a minute to find a way to negotiate better terms until it clicked.
''...how would you feel about making a minor change? Something that would satisfy your needs better..?''
''I'm listening.''
''I was thinking, instead of letting you out into the facility to do god-knows-what, I could put in a request to have a makeover done to your enclosure- and while it's being redecorated you can hang out in my office, with good food and snacks as well!'' You intertwined your hands together praying to whatever god would listen to you that this damn cow would take the bait- ''You're suggesting that I can give up total freedom to be more comfortable in here?'' ''Yes! If you show signs of improvement with your behavior I can let you walk around the facility, SUPERVISED, of course- oh and your room will be tailored to your specific request, I promise you.''
The cow now starts staring at you, lost in thought, or just planning on how he was going to mutilate your body- you couldn't even tell at this point... But then he speaks up- ''I'll take your offer, if you let me design this place the way I want it.'' he looks at you with an unamused face, before he slides the box of UNO cards your way.
Your smile got so bright as he took up your offer- ''So does this mean if I win I can still get some information-'' ''AFTER you fulfill your promise.''
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Congrats to you! You had managed to somewhat tame the beast and make him find interest in talking to you with a happy tone (it was more so interest in the game than being happy), it was like Christmas came early for you! If you kept it up you could hopefully go back to your old job and have someone to rant to when Thirteen was occupied with Solomon…
"Draw four."
"Whoa woah woah- you can't do that! You cannot put down two draw twos as a draw four!"
"The fuck? And who made this stupid ass rule?! Last time I checked 2+2 equals FOUR!"
"you CANNOT use both of those unless we were doing a stacking round!"
"WE ARE DOING A STACKING ROUND YOU IDIOT!''
"NO WE ARE NOT?! YOU BRAINDEAD FUCK!''
You kept on bickering with the demon cow until eventually, your game of UNO devolved into an impromptu game of goldfish with the cow absolutely whooping your ass- it was like he read your mind every time he asked you for a specific suit, how un- oh. THAT'S why.
When Matt handed over your debriefing sheet for your little mental mindfuck of a subject, you remembered that it was highlighted to always be somewhat on edge due to his ''Mind-Altering Abilities'' and the supposed mind-reading part- which wasn't something new to you since half of the SCP population had some form of mind-controlling wizz-wazz and the stupid HR team would assign fresh-out-of-the-oven new hires to do research on these extremely dangerous SCPs- leading to containment breaches the minute the new hire walked into its enclosure.
Speaking of- that's exactly how the last containment breach happened…weird that this demon..cow thing hasn't tried using his mind control powers despite my vulnerability, you should be more alert. You'll just have to note his intelligence whenever Matt decides to come back. Goddamn Matt.
Luckily enough you had five cards left- an ace, 2 of clubs, 3 of spades, 6 of hearts, and a joker- but now you had to somehow outwit a SCP that could possibly be reading your mind and doing god knows what with the newfound knowledge of ALL of your card, but at least he had one last card- ''Human, give me your three six of spades.'' well damn, when you said you were going to have to outwit this guy you didn't mean set this guy on ''oh yeah just go ahead and give me the win for free'' type difficulty, but you weren't really going to complain- wait.. Is he holding up a three of spades card? What??
Did he not just say six of spades..? Whatever..a lucky guess- but you did have to cough up your card in utter defeat, until that lucky guess turned into FOUR more ''lucky'' guesses- with you holding your head in your hands in confusion, drawing a card from the deck after your failed calling, and really starting to rethink the whole ''why hasn't he used mind control'' part because there was no way in hell that this guy was actually making THIS many lucky guesses in a row, especially with such specific numbers and calling cards!
Oooookay.. Now it was really crunch time because you only had one last card left- your golden opportunity to establish a (hopefully) good-standing relationship with your cause of death, the golden glimmering ticket to getting Matt off your back for one minute more, shimmering inside of the card you held in your hand... But you had a trick up your sleeve- since he had already outed himself with his deck and had around two sets of four pairs... You could pull off just using this information to your advantage by knowing what sets he would go for and subsequently already knowing what sets you could take from him…yeah, that would work! But I guess you would have to also look out for what he says more carefully anyway.
The demon cow in front of you shook his head before reaching forward to quickly swipe a card from you and nonchalantly placing it in between his cards.
''You know, I don't have all day- do you mind finally asking for your card?''
''Don't rush me! It's not my fault I have to strategize against YOU because you want to play mental mind games with me!''
He blinked. Once. And then twice- before he burst into a fit of laughter, his teeth showing as he keeled over whilst pointing at you- ''oooooooHHH my god no- no way! Hah-hahaha- YOURRRR telling me that you had to use all 25% of your brain power to just simply strategize against ME, ''a lowly lifeform that isn't as superior'' as you disgusting humans! Ohmyfuckinggwaaaaard you are- hahaa- all-heh- so pathethicccc!'' The cards flew out of his hand as he rolled backward to lay on the floor- still laughing at your expense.
And here you were thinking that this guy was a serious threat.
''What a joke.'' you thought to yourself as you slid across the floor to snatch up his scattered cards and give your original deck to him- ''Damn, I guess you were right- we humans ARE more intelligent, maybe it's time to leave the dumbassery in your head and not let it roll off your tongue? Also, also, Go Fish!'' You proudly said before rising to your feet and dropping the cards- casting your glance towards the direction of the door, relief washing over your body after seeing a familiar shaped shadow in the window of the lab- god, you hoped that the microphone in the room was on because you were sosososoSO dead if it wasn't because this demon cow was looking at you like you just kicked a puppy, his upper body turned around to give you a dangerous look- one that screamed nothing but danger and pure anger.
All right, nice job, you managed to piss off this Keter class- what next?… so you started furiously tapping on the tile of the nearby wall with your nails- you knew that the microphones in containment cells were extremely sensitive, so whoever was in the lab could SURELY hear your frantic morse code tapping, unless, y'know, they really…and I mean really, wanted you dead.
God you really are going schizophrenic, aren't you? Or this mysterious figure in the window was actually both deaf and blind- either way, this demon cow thing was going to actually have you thrown into the incinerator as a body bag if this damn figure didn't open the door- ''So you really do think you're better than me, huh? You, humans, are really all the same.'' the cow suddenly appeared in front of your face- shoving you into a wall and digging his claws into your uniform, his hot breath causing some light condensation to form on your face- ''Maybe stop being so fucking arrogant and you'll find your answer to your lifelong question- let go of me.''
A door makes a hissing sound before a satisfying beep resounds throughout the room.
''Arrogant? Really, let's be honest here- I have all reason in the world to be FUCKING arrogant, throwing me against my will and ripping me from my brothers just to have me in here like I'm an animal!'' The cow responded, pressing you into the wall further- his purple eyes boring daggers deep inside your soul, one of his hands lifted to clasp around your throat, his nails starting to break through your skin and started squeezing it enough to where you wouldn't be able to stay conscious much longer- ''Thats because you ARE a fffffucking animal! Getting all pf-hissssy in the face over a game like a child thruwo-throwing a tantrum- get a phff-ffucking grip!'' you stared at him with wild eyes as you tried desperately to gain some sort of grip against the smooth texturing of the tiles on the wall, your vision starting to go dark and speaking your mind wasn't helping- ''you want to eat the sour candy but don't want to thhaasste the sourness, huh? [REDACTED] was wrong. Redemption is Ffffhhharr behind your kind.'' His iron-clad grip on your neck slowly gets weaker with every word you say before it finally lets go and you drop to the floor unceremoniously- but not before sweeping his feet with your foot and making a dash towards the door with your hand covering one side of your neck- the door finally slamming open and then slamming back shut.
''Things will iron themselves out eventually. We've got enough information on the SCP to sustain- we just need your report of your own findings. Great work, MC!'' you passed by the voice to slump in your chair- your droopy eyes slowly look over towards the voice as you recognized the holder of said voice… fucking Matt.
''Call tttt-thirteen.'' you weakly said, the past situation having drained all of your energy to the point where just simply speaking felt like a chore- ''Of course, I'll be calling the medics to come and take a look at your unpreventable work accident.'' Matt clasped his hands together and gave you a shit-eating smile when he said ''unpreventable work accident''- as if! If he was sitting around in here with his feet all propped up he could have easily intervened! Really shows how much of a piece of absolute shit he is.
Luckily enough he did you a solid for once and got Thirteen and Luke down to your office lickity split, and as both frantically ran to your slumped-over body- THIS guy annoyingly frolicked out of your office with some pep in his step, yelling something about ''Ta-Tah!'' as he did a cartwheel out- wait, you must be hallucinating…what person working here actually cartwheels out of a room? God, you were seriously starting to think that you would be seeing the light soon because there was no way you actually just witnessed that…whatever.
You now sat in the mostly silent lab with Luke running around and grabbing supplies from his nearby bag and trying to stop most of the blood, with Thirteen helping grab any supplies he might need that he needed two hands to deal with- you were constantly tensing up due to the generous amount of disinfectants Luke was putting on your wounds, constantly gritting and sucking it what little amount of air you could get in through your teeth- ''Dont you think that's enough, Luke?'' ''Well I can't just let you bleed out, and the wounds need to be disinfected to prevent infections from getting in your bloodstream, which also can constitute to other diseases that could-'' ''AAAALLRIGHT! I get it, I seriously get it, Luke! Please just go back to tending to my wounds…please?''
Luke nodded his head as he littered your neck with even more disinfectant-filled cotton balls, with you groaning in pain and starting to beg him to just go ahead and put on the bandaids…or patches- but eventually he finished up and started floating near your chair, motioning for Thirteen to come to sit in the other empty chair as both Luke and Thirteen looked at you like they had something to say.. ''Let me just ask before you both say anything- is this an intervention?''
''Yes.'' ''Mhm..''
They both shared a somber look before Thirteen spoke up- ''I just want to say before we even speak about what happened, I should have made time to be here with you- I should have been here to protect you from this since I should have known that this was going to happen!'' she lurched forward in her chair as she held onto your hand- ''I know we've had some rough times, especially when you first came- but I would have never wished THIS onto you! I really, and I really do consider you to be one of my best friends in this shitty excuse of a workplace, but I was just-''
''That was years ago. I know we are already friends because you always have tried to protect me, and it is not your fault that this happened because I know that you were busy dealing with Solomon- a whole Thaumiel class SCP… It's really not your fault if you were just tending to your own SCP- I can hold my own weight, I'm not dead am I? Just suffering some potentially fatal wounds, that's all!'' You smiled at her, gripping her hand back as she sniffled- ''Oh my god you are so stuuupid! haha, and this is why I like you so much, you can make situations somewhat better all the fuckin time..'' She smiled back at you as she hugged you, giggling into your shoulder.
''Seeing you sniffle and cry on my shoulder is so out of character for you- for someone with such a no-bs attitude and such sass''
''At least you have seen another side of me.''
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Eventually, after you had your small heart-to-heart with Thirteen, the three of you in the room quickly moved onto the topic of your SCP and what happened whilst you were inside of the room with him, spending almost an hour and a half talking about the previous events- eventually causing you to glance over towards the curled up cow in the corner, who was presumably sleeping.
''Aren't you ready to send him off for extermination after what he did to you? I mean, he did almost KILL you after all!'' Luke asked you emphasizing the killing part with his hands as he clicked his tongue- ''I don't blame him for attacking me, hell- Id be trying to kill someone too if they proved my point when I was trying to be all high and mighty- its more of a matter of the pure embarrassment than taking it as an insult.''
Thirteen hummed and nodded her head in agreement- ''Solomon did that to me once and I swear on everything I loved I had a mock WWE mosh pit with his ass! MC is right, its the more-so embarrassment of being called out in a smug tone that pisses people off the most.'' Luke only shook his head again at her response- ''I don't even wanna know what you two do when someone happens to commit the oh-so cardinal sin of giving a little bit of constructive criticism!''
''If you are so shocked about this well-known fact then ask Simeon, I'm sure he will tell you multiple times where he's had to use every ounce of force in his body, probably the holy spirit as well, to hold himself back from beating the absolute hell out of someone for that- speaking of, you know what I think he would do? Like.. y'know that Bonnie animatronic from that one fnaf game?''
''Mm.. The Joy Of Creation? Is that the Bonnie you meant?'' ''Yeah- YEAAAAHH!! That Bonnie! I thought his animation was honestly the best one out of every single fnaf fangame.'' Thirteen laughed and told you more about her favorite section of the game, right before Luke cut her off by pinching her mouth close- ''MC! Let's not get distracted here! We should be discussing more about this..stupid-d demon..cow- t-thing..'' He seemed to shiver as he gazed towards the cow who had now turned around and was flipping him off- as if he somehow heard what Luke said?
''Rrrrright.. Basically, in short, he's not a totally bad SCP- he listens somewhat and he has an interest in playing cards…mm, yeah what else... Oh! We made a deal..'' You shrugged nonchalantly at the last part as you watched Luke nearly pass out before he jumped up and shrieked- ''YOUMADEADEALWITHADEMON?!'' his words mashing together as he blubbered on and on about the consequences of making deals with demons, especially when you probably put your life on the line as a bargaining chip- ''I agree with Luke! What the fuck MC?! What in your right mind would compel you to make a deal with THAT guy out there? Are you possessed? Do we need to bring in the local pastor?!''
''Oh my- I didn't put my life on the line, I made a deal with him that if I could beat him in a game of cards he would give me his name and I would remodel his room to his liking- im not that stupid to sit here and make a dumbass deal with a Keter class- just how stupid do you both take me for?'' You frowned at the both of them, sighing when you saw them exhale breaths of relief- with Luke praising god that you were going to be able to live another day…At least Luke cared enough to start praying.
''But, like how do you plan on relocating him when his room is redecorated? I heard from the nearby gossip train that your little cow friend over here does NOT take well to being relocated to other places- apparently, dude got so pissed during his relocation to this site that he sent HALF of the Alpha team to the fucking shadow realm, I kid you not, their trackers were reported to be somewhere inside of Pluto's orbit!'' Thirteen asked you, her eyes widening when she started talking about the cow, with Luke slightly laughing at her extreme understatement of the situation- ''Simeon told me about that, he was saying how mad he was at HR for sending one of the other angels out on ''cleanup crew''.''
You laughed alongside Luke about Thirteen's explanation of the cow, before you slowly spoonfed the information about you and the cow's agreed relocation spot, covering your ears before they both screamed at each other, then you, and then back at each other, a resounding symphony of ''WHAAAAT?!'' and ''YOUR AN IDIOT!'' echoed throughout the room before you smugly held up your hand- ''Watch and learn- I can fix our relationship and get him to be docile in here!''
''Yeah right.''
''I'm going to go and get some fainting medicine..''
You propelled your chair backward towards the lab's control panels, quickly running your hands over numerous buttons and reading off the listed names underneath each button before you stopped on one listed: ''MIC ON/OFF'', and a nervous smile appeared on your face as you hid it from the skeptical audience of two you had behind you as you tapped on the mic three times, softly sighing as you heard the feedback resound throughout the room.
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''Testing, testing…''
No response.
''If you can hear me, raise your hand…please.''
You now heard a sluggish groan and the sound of clothes being shuffled around as you saw the cow lazily raise his hand and drop it right back down as he shuffled around again to re-curl back into his little ball.
''All right... Great job! Err.. I know we haven't had such a good experience together, but I'd like to come in to talk to you, is that all right?''
''I don't care, do what you want.''
And you just took that as an invitation into his enclosure as you jumped up from your seat and grabbed a notepad as you tapped in the code to the door- hissing as it opened as you stepped into what could probably be the next headache of the janitors here- oh how you felt slightly bad for the poor D-Classers who would be practically scrapping your disemboweled ass off of every square inch of wall in here.
Whatever though, you had one job to do and you had to do it right if you wanted to get more valuable information from your subject- speaking of, he seemed to uncurl from his ball somewhat to look at you walking towards him, a neutral look adorned his face as he sighed when you stopped in front of him.
''What do you want?''
''Look- I'm not mad at you if that's what your thinking. I just came to bring you my part of the deal.'' You answered him with a soft tone- not trying to anger the guy once again and having your neck end up looking like some vampire went to town on it, AGAIN.
He scoffed as you sat down in front of him, groaning as he slowly rose up to mimic your position- ''It's not like I was worried about what YOU had to say…hey..you did mean that thing we talked about earlier?'' He responded to your question as he pointed towards the notepad in your hand- ''Oh yeah, I'm not one to make false promises after all'' You attempted to make a meek smile at the cow despite the nervousness nipping at every nook and cranny of your body, the feeling making you feel so uncomfortable just being near the very same thing that could have nearly killed you just a mere two hours ago- Oh hey! Is he drawing the big dipper?
''You don't have to stare..that close, y'know? I know my art is pretty bad.'' He retorted before playfully swiping at your face to get you to reel back a little- ''It's not THAT bad…I mean- if you look at it from an angle..'' you started trying to hide your upcoming giggle fit before the cow started whacking you on top of the head with the notepad- "You HUUUUMANS just don't know how to value true artistic detail when you see it!''
After your seemingly endless play fight and stupid banterfest back and forth with each other, the cow finally finished his drawing and handed the finished paper back to you as you called for Thirteen to use the nearby extraction claw to bring it back to the lab room safely.
''So, let's talk more seriously now. We really need to discuss your whole relocation problem, especially since it has been noted that you don't take too kindly to being moved around?'' You asked the cow, who just gave you a serious sideways glance- ''Oh, hm. You must be talking about the pathetic humans I sent to a nearby solar system. They were being too rough with my favorite pillow and ripped it to shreds- it was a gift from L-mmn…someone special.''
''Oh.''
''I can take being relocated, sure, but only if it's somewhere nice and dark where I can take a nap. All of the light in here keeps me awake, and that irritates me.'' he motioned upwards towards the light and groaned when he accidentally looked directly into one of the overhead light fixtures, i mean, you had to sympathize with the guy here!
This specific room felt so damn boring and it felt like your eyes were being burnt every time you moved them in any direction- white, white, and more fucking white! No wonder so many researchers drove themselves mad- if it was you? A good old-fashioned toaster bath would have had you six feet under a LONG time ago.
You hummed in response, gradually lifting from your feet and uncomfortably starting to explain how you would have to come back either tomorrow or sometime soon with a definite answer if Matt decided to feel joyous for once and grant your request for a renovation, with your fears being lifted once the cow said that he didn't mind waiting.
Great! Now all that was left was to go talk to HR…!
And here you are- sat in a dark room full of red pentagons and a sacrificial goat laid across a table in the middle of the room with six red cloaked figures, illuminated by a large smartboard screen as all six surrounded the goat- a chorus of satanic chants resounded throughout the room- wait is that a fucking data chart of the stock market??
Damn, you knew HR had some (ALOT) screws loose but this was just downright ridiculous.
''Uh, you all do realize I'm HERE, right?'' um. Did they just not hear you over their satanic chants?
''What the HELL is wrong with you guys?! Since when are we praising the devil who wears motherfucking SPEEDOS! Yall are some grade A, finest out of the bunch, FREAAAAKS!'''
Ỏ̵̞H̶̫̝̅-̶̬͗ ̴̧̀Ų̵̯̉͆h̶͍͚́.̷͔̊.̶̪͔̋̀ A loud, nasty cough makes its way out of the throat of the cloaked figure in the middle- "Sorry bout' that. Uhm, we were just in the middle of our annual stock market influence session- also praising the devil was in the latest company annual shares packet that was handed out last... Er, Memphis-'' ''MY NAME ISN'T FUCKING MEMPHIS! ALSO THE PACKET WAS HANDED OUT LAST TUESDAY'' ''Memphis City…right- last Tuesday!'' The cloaked figure drifts a packet labeled ''COMPANY PROFITS FROM STOCK MARKET LATEST CRASH'' towards you as you quickly skim over it before tossing it somewhere behind you as you gave a ''Cmon now..'' face to the rest of the cloaked HR team- ''Uh yeah- so can we continue?''
''Freaky fucks- yeah sure whatever, I wanna be out of this room asap.''
The middle-cloaked man quickly pulled a medieval-styled dagger out of his pocket- yelling ''SHARES OF JP MORGAN CHASE UP 14 POINTS!'' and quickly slicing the neck of the poor goat open- with your unfortunate self being sprayed with the crimson liquid as you just sighed- ''oh shit- sorry MC, do you want a company branded handkerchief?'' you shook your head no and quickly asked for permission to get your SCP's room renovated instead, luckily enough with the HR team humming and ''Memphis'' yelling at you that he would send you an email for the contracting as you made you way out of the room.
''ALRIGHT BACK TO BUSINESS AS USUAL PEOPLE!! MORE GYYYYEEOOOOOATS EQUALS TO MORE SHAAAAARES!!''
''Crazy!'' you mumbled to yourself as you practically ran away from the HR meeting room and made a b-line straight to your room- unlocking the door, only to find Thirteen and Luke huddled up in the corner looking absolutely petrified..?
''Uh..?'' you questioned the two before they both pointed towards something behind you- only for you to turn around and have your foot slightly tap the cow's nose- ''ow.''
You whipped your head back around to give Thirteen and Luke an open-mouthed look as you motioned towards the sleeping demon cow, whisper-shouting- ''Guys. How-how did he get in here?!'' Thirteen threw her hands up in defense, ''I swear on everything I love- that guy straight-up walked in her looking like some eldritch horror and plopped down on the floor, and he also went back to looking normal afterward..poor Luke over here damn near passed out!'' she whisper-shouted back, protectively holding him in her arms.
''Just- just leave... I can deal with him and Luke looks like he just shit his pants- both literally AND figuratively..''
''Great idea!''
And there goes Thirteen- well anyways, you were now once again stuck alone with this cow.
''How did it go..'' You heard his sluggish voice mumble out from behind you as he slowly rose to his full height before ushering you over towards the nearby chairs and using you as a makeshift pillow- ''Great... I mean it went just fantastic- caught HR praising their oh-so-great speedo-wearing red devil man..again..'' you retorted as your eyes slowly drifted downwards towards the indigo-colored hair of the cow, the urge to pet him slowly residing deep within your bones..
And then you heard the cow snort below you as the snort slowly started developing into an infectious fit of laughter- ''Your- you're kidding right? There's no way you caught the HR team doing that!'' You laughed right back with him, your stomach starting to hurt from laughing so hard- ''I'm not joking, I swear I walked in there and they had a whole ass smartboard with the stock market on it and started doing cartwheels and flips around this- this fucking goat! It was unreal!''
''And I thought people where I come from were crazy..''
''I guarantee you the HR team will always go above and beyond to make you think they snorted like..six lines of the mystical magical fairy dust before they do any sort of team meeting- this one time I actually caught them doing a Zoomba lesson in-'' ''Dont tell me they were wearing speedos?!'' ''Shocker! They were doing a Zoomba lesson in speedos, on top of yoga balls..''
''Oh my god, your kidding…right?''
''BUT WAIT THERE'S MOOORE!!''
''NO WAY!!''
Even throughout all of your laughs about the crazy HR team, you couldn't shake this feeling of wanting to pet this cow's hair that was steadily growing- before you just gave up and slowly reached to pet it…which was surprisingly soft? Does this guy groom himself like a cat or something?
Either way- you kept on petting him before you finally noticed that he was staring directly up at you, his half-purple and half-pink eyes boring holes into your own as you KEPT staring right back at him, but eventually the unease of the mock staring contest made you start reeling your hand back before the cow made some strained sound of protest and something in your head told you to put your hand back- and without thinking, you put your hand back in its original position.. Weird.
''Y'know, you still haven't told me your name- calling you the ''demon cow'' all the time kinda feels a little wrong.'' You now started scratching his scalp, a happy hum emitting from the cow before he finally spoke up- ''Neither have you, MC.''
Okay okay- what?? ''Wait- waitwaitwait- how do you know my name?'' Your hand stopped scratching his scalp as you questioned the cow as he paused- ''It's not rocket science, your friends said it earlier when you walked in.'' he simply responded before raising up his arm and tapping on your hand in an effort to get it moving again- ''That- cmon now! You know my name, its time to cough up yours- BUDDY.''
He slightly sighed before he lifted himself off of you and sat down in the nearby chair, moving a stray strand of hair out of his face before he slowly said his name and quickly flashed you a small (unnoticeable) smile…
''Belphegor.''
You paused- ''You mean, as in the seven deadly sins, BELPHEGOR??'' he nodded, slightly puzzled as to why you didn't catch onto this a long time ago- ''Oooh... Oh yeah, that definitely explains the questionable clothing'' you tsked as you looked him up and down- ''And whats that supposed to mean?''
''It's supposed to mean that you dress like a hobo. What else would I be trying to say?''
''Arent you just a ray of sunshine? Dickhead.'' Belphegor playfully swiped at your face again as you tried to get him to stop with another snark comment- and the minute you were about to do so the nearby laptop dinged, indicating that you had a new message.
I am contacting you today due to the earlier request of an FCRRR, and I am pleased to inform you that after careful consideration of your recent efforts to bring the Foundation more valuable insights into the care of specialized Keter classes, we have decided to approve your request and have it expedited due to the surrounding circumstances of your SCP.
Please have the reference and/or reference(s) delivered to the on-site hieroglyphics translator, ████████.
Here at the foundation, we strive for nothing less than a plausible containment cell for SCPs, especially those with expansive minds and such intellect.
Great work with your [SPECIALIZED KETER CLASS].
The council is very pleased with your recent work and want to introduce the possibility of a promotion if you can show that you can gather and collect such valuable information without causing unnecessary liabilities and [WORK ACCIDENTS].
To add on: Be wary of having said Keter class in your workspace unless you are absolutely sure that you can fully prevent a possible Containment Breach, if this warning is disregarded, you will be put up for demotion and your family will be stuck with the lawyer fees.''
I will contact you with further details about the time you should be planning for the contracted team to work on your SCP's Containment Cell.
Sincerely, Mephistopheles \\ HR MANAGEMENT OFFICER \\ SECOND DIVISION.
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You turned around and snickered at Belphegor, his confused face making you burst out into a fit of laughter before you finally told him why you suddenly found him to be the source material of straight comedy gold.
''I'm not gonna lie I don't have a clue in the fucking world what you drew- I don't even think the HIEROGLYPHICS translator will be able to decypher that shit.''
''I know, I hope they start crying over it too.''
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<<< ''Do you really want to go back?'' || ''Are you sure you want to return?'' >>>
Pssssst…hey! Biz here, i forgot to crosspost the small break i took on the book so i could brainstorm a more coherent plotline, so thats why my tumblr was mainly art posts for a couple of days.
If there are more breaks, this fic on Ao3 will definitely have an update on it.
instead of writing chapter 3 of TMOSDD i decided to (somewhat) redraw my fem leviathan drawing i did like 2-ish weeks ago, im learning how to draw bodies of different types and how to do full backgrounds! :) (Yeah im gonna be real i got burnt out after writing 5k words im sorry :(!! )
(top is new and bottom is the old drawing) \\ did i improve?
SC \\ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentioned suicide, everyone is a little off their rocker, you are NOT innocent!! I'll add more tags later..
TL;DR - Think the SCP Foundation, but you are the researcher who unfortunately gets assigned to Seven Keter classified objects.
EXTREME TW's : graphic depictions of vomiting and death smelling objects + small suicide mentioning // be extremely wary of this when reading! thanks!
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Oh, brother.
Now you were seriously in for it.
Just imagine; you decided to take a risky gamble on some paperwork that you didn't read thoroughly- ended up signing some… papers, that ended up with you viciously hurling the contents of your lunch right back up your windpipe and into the toilet.
Seriously! You were so screwed- unbelievably at that.
Due to your risky signage of those papers, you accidentally signed off on volunteering with a partner for ‘’SCP EXPERIMENTATIONS’’, which translated to ‘’Oh yeah btw we don't have enough on-fielders to sacrifice so heres a volunteering sheet with 4x the pay if you sign up and you have zero guarantee of not being assigned to a keter class so if you sign off on this your kinda fucked ngl lmao’’
And there goes another chunk of your overpriced egg and cheese sandwich.
‘’You are expendable.’’
‘’Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! I should have never took- that f-FUCKING risk, of course, Jesus Christ himself damns me to an early d-death by being slaughtered by a SCP. just fantastic! I should start writing a will- yes, yes! Write a will… but to who? I don't have any family… oh fuck me! Everything seems to get worse by the second in this hellhole!’’ You practically whisper-shouted at yourself, causing anyone who happened to pass by the private bathroom to start questioning your mental sanity- your hot tears and snot dripping down your face and dropping into the toilet, causing your somewhat visible reflection to ripple in the murky water- the ringing in your ears seeming to increase in volume with every shaky breath you managed to suck in.
“If only you didn’t take that risk. You know, this is all your fault.’’
You looked at your messy reflection, watching your own reflection slowly ripple into an undistinguishable mess of swirls and blobs of food- the pungent smell filling your nostrils and causing you to gag and quickly back up away from the toilet, a cold sweat rushing all over your body. ‘’Maybe you're right. It is my fault.’’ you let the tears fall once more, not even attempting to wipe your face for some type of decency if someone were to walk in.
‘’This is my penance for what I’ve done.’’
‘’This is your penance for what you’ve done.’’
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Everything is getting brighter- so bright.
Is this real life?
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The door to the bathroom opens and quickly shuts- a mess of a purple and peachy-colored blob rushes in and kneels in front of you- waving a tanned…something, that you couldn’t even make out somewhere near your face- the ringing in your ears masking the already muffled voice of the purple blob- ‘’MC? God, it reeks in here- are you okay?’’
What did that walking grape say to you? This damn ringing almost wouldn't even allow the reverberated sounds of your heavy breathing to make it to your ears- you can forget about it if anyone said anything outside of your ear-’’MC! Shit- we might have to get a medic- SOLOMOOON! COME QUICK!’’
While the purple-colored grape desperately used any method to get you responsive, your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if you were trying to speak, but nothing audible would come out, much to your frustration, the blob still didn't catch your goldfish movements even with the way you were tugging and pulling borderline anything to catch its attention- the light was getting brighter, and your vision was starting to turn red..you guessed you wouldn’t have long before…whatever this was put you out of your misery- so in a last-ditch effort, you put all your energy into screaming your final words.
‘’TELL THIRTEEN THAT I ENTRUST EVERYTHING TO HER!’’
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Wow. Well, at least your figurines wouldn’t end up in a Goodwill somewhere in Timbuktu.
And that was the last thing you said, or well, what YOU remember saying before you promptly blacked out and fully embraced your incoming divine judgment and thirty-minute express Uber to the deepest pits of Hell.
The only setback to this heavenly gift was that you woke up in one of the facility med bays, the blinding white light fooling you into thinking that one of the angels in heaven accidentally ordered the wrong Uber and sent you to the wrong place, until you rubbed your eyes and noticed that you were, in fact, not in heaven- but in the one place you had been begging Jesus to take the wheel and lead you directly out of this shithole.
You groaned at the sight, nearly tearing up at the notion that you had just passed out, and didn’t suddenly keel over and die in Thirteen’s bathroom. Fuck!
Mentally cursing at the higher being that stopped you from leaving your misery, you swung yourself out of bed and made a straight B-line for the nearest exit- ‘’Uh, excuse me?! Your supposed to be in bed and resting!’’ you heard a shrill and child-like voice speak from behind you, making you turn around in surprise to reveal a blonde-haired boy with blue eyes dressed in a regular doctoral outfit- and wait just a second, now that you look at him… that's a not a boy but a whole ass KID?? My god and you thought this place was bad enough- this was just downright wrong, alongside the numerous violations of public safety and multiple HIPPA violations, having child labor added to the tall order of lawsuits would NOT look so pretty on paper- maybe it really was time to start looking for a casket..
‘’Cmon! Back to bed!’’ The blonde ordered, watching you sluggishly walk back to your bed and settle in before you turned your head and stared at him for a solid 30 seconds before he finally got uncomfortable and spoke up again- ‘’Dah! Quit staring at me! If you're really that bothered by my appearance, I'm actually thousands of years older than you!’’ he looked at you with an annoyed look and pulled up a chair next to your bed.
‘’Okay, so what I'm hearing here is that you look like a whole child, and act like one too- but supposedly you are thousands of years old…yeahhh, I don't buy it.’’ You shook your head at the kid, watching how he looked at you with utter disbelief and shock, his body lurching forward- ‘’I- You do work here, or did the impact from your head hitting the bottom of Miss Thirteen’s bathroom floor scramble your brain THAT bad?’’ the boy smirked at you before he triumphantly sat back in his seat- totally oblivious to the seething person in front of him.
You weren't going to argue with this kid anymore- the blinding whites of this room were going to drive you insane if you didn't make a hasty dash to the nearest exit within the next MINUTE.
‘’Anyways, let's go back to square one- my name is Luke, I'm an angel that was recruited by the foundation to heal injured workers!’’ He flashed you a bright smile before he got a small pack of sweets out of his pocket and handed them to you- ‘’These are medicated sweets, they’ll help ease any pain your blackout may cause later on, I highly recommend that you take one now that your fully awake.’’ you nodded your head and thanked him for the sweets, popping a wing-shaped cookie into your mouth- feeling the sugary taste of the cookie practically melt inside of your mouth, surprisingly, with no hint of medication in it- ‘’..so, Luke, how long have I been out?’’
‘’About a day, Simeon was looking after you for most of it.’’ Luke responded, tilting his head to the side as he shot a nervous smile at your terrified face- ‘’I’ll bring you a cold towel..’’
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‘’And then I assume you blacked out…again, which led up to now- when you're finally awake… Should I buy you some nausea medicine?’’ A worried Thirteen asked you, starting to rise out of the chair Luke was previously sitting in before you passed out for the second time- ‘’Y’know, being an On-Fielder isn't as bad as your making it out to be- just look at me and Solomon for example, yes, he is a complete and utter dumbass…BUT! He wouldn’t hurt me even if i tore him limb from limb.’’ She said, giving you a gentle smile as she held your hand in hers- to which you just shook your head at the gesture.
You gave her a small giggle- ‘’The way you looked like you fought a fully grown bear two weeks ago would say otherwise- and you say he wouldn’t hurt you.’’
‘’You're not getting the point here, MC! Im saying that there's no guaranteed chance that you’ll end up with a shitty anomaly-’’ you cut off Thirteen, ‘’But there's a possibility, right? As if! I've lived the past six years, somewhat, unscathed! I’d rather not be turned into a smear on the wall by some random beedogcat hybrid thing!’’ you lurched forward and told Thirteen, who just responded with a loud sigh- ‘’You practically stressing yourself half to death worrying about getting an anomaly that could quite literally just be Safe or Elucid!’’ She shook her head and gestured towards Luke, who was floating towards the both of you with a certain look on his face.
‘’MC- Simeon just dropped off this package for you, he says HR wants a confirmation soon..’’ he looked worried as he handed the yellow package to you, running off towards the office of the med-bay to, presumably, fetch you some more medicine for your upcoming blackout.
You now held the package in your hands, gingerly running the tips of your fingers alongside the edges of it, before you shot a desperate look at Thirteen- ‘’Im gonna be so pissed if you did allat yapping in my ear just for me to be assigned a Keter class.’’ you said before you opened the package and read the contents.
SCP EXPERIMENTATION | RESULTS
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Thank you for volunteering for [SCP EXPERIMENTATION], MC, [REDACTED]
We value your humble contribution towards a new dawn with the substitution of a looming threat to humanity as a whole, and the contribution towards further research into the nature and behaviors of SCPs.
After careful consideration and sorting of MC, [REDACTED]’s personal file, your results have culminated to bring out your full potential as an [EXPERIENCED] On-Field Researcher, and your SCP’s full potential as an addition.
Your SCP’s details are listed below.
Item #: SCP-6667
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6667 is highly dangerous and any movement and/or action needs to be exercised with extreme caution due to its ██████████████, ███████-███████, ███ ████ ██….…
We sincerely hope that you and your newfound SCP further our push for research and safety with SCPs, and with your considerable predicted efforts, your pay will follow suit. Please be ready to meet your newfound subject(s) at a.m. 0300 hours from the moment you receive your package. - Matt, from HR.
* NOTE: The SCP Foundation is not liable for any on-site accidents or injuries via Non-SCP Anomalies. personnel loved ones are required to claim liabilities through a Personal Insurance Firm. (PIF)
It felt like your mouth was stuck agape as you stared at the paper in horror- constantly reading over the same word like it was a religion to you; Keter, Keter, Keter Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter. A fucking Keter.
A Keter class. The damn near kill-on-sight class which few researchers ever, and you meant- a few EVER survived.
You would have already been pushing your luck if you made it out on the first DAY in one piece- let alone surviving another encounter with that class.
YOU. had been assigned to a Keter.
Starting to hyperventilate you desperately tried to clamor out of your bed- only to find yourself restrained to the bed with brown leather belts. And even as you screamed for Thirteen to help you out, she only stared at you with a blank expression on her face before the corners of her lips slowly curled into a toothless smile- ‘’You are expendable.’’ ..what?
Her body starts to curl on itself- her eyes now becoming soulless and morphing into pits of the void, her smile still being toothless and making you feel uneasy whenever you looked into it- ‘’You are a disgusting human being.’’ you heard her talk to you…but her mouth never seemed to move? You were suddenly startled by her neck stretching inhumanely long, long enough to the point where her nose started brushing up against your own, her mouth that was too close for comfort permeating the gut-wrenching stench and displeasure of death, that same smell that you swore you had gotten used to.
“If only you didn’t take that risk. You know, this is all your fault.’’ Her mouth stretched open, the stench getting worse and worse until you started dry heaving due to it- your eyes betraying your mind and the rest of your body as it gazed into the inhumanly stretched mouth of the former friend you called ‘’Thirteen’’, and you screamed as you finally saw what laid inside of its throat- a pale hand, which adorned yellow painted nails, emerged from the back of its throat desperately trying to claw its way towards you- ‘’No. No. no-NO! This isn't real- THIS ISNT FUCKING REAL!’’ you screamed now trying any possible way to get out of your restraints, thrashing back and forth to wiggle your way out, sweat now adorning your body like a heavy winter coat, your hair stuck to your face while your eyes stayed glued on the thing that you once called your friend- your breathing getting harder and harder as you took in more of the putrid smell of death-
And then it all stopped.
Thirteen was gone. The smell was gone. That voice was gone.
You lay in a white room filled with a multitude of different shaped and colored flowers, a gentle breeze flowing through the room blew in your favorite scent, and your ragged breathing slowed down with every deep breath you took.
It felt calming. Like you could finally breathe fresh air for the first time.
Your shrunk pupils darted across every inch of the room, scanning it for any hint of danger before you realized that you could feel something on top of your eyelids since whatever it was slightly twitched every time you blinked- you slowly raised your hands towards your eyes, softly landing them on something..warm? It felt like a hand, but who’s hand? Are you dreaming?
‘’Come find me, MC. Save Me.’’ You felt drowsy listening to the voice, but it wasn’t like the voice from earlier- it felt more calm, less sinister…who really was this talking to you? It had to be thirteen..or that guy Luke was talking about….it..couldn’t..be any- anyone….else?
Your thoughts dragged out as you felt your muscles twitch and shake, your mind slowly shutting down- before you woke up in a cold sweat.
You now found yourself back in the Med-Bay, still sitting in this damned bed, but now you were accompanied by a gorgeous dark-skinned male with beautiful brown fringed hair which was parted on the sides of his head due to his…head wings? Is he deaf? Nevermind… He sat in the same chair that Thirteen did, his head was tilted downwards toward a clipboard which had something that you couldn’t discern written on it.
He seemed to notice your presence as he looked up from his clipboard, setting it aside on the nearby nightstand as he brushed himself off- ‘’Welcome back, MC! I assume that Luke has told you about me, no?’’ you nodded your head. ‘’That's great, do you happen to feel any discomfort or dizziness? Any worrying feelings?’’ you shook your head no- ‘’I'm happy to hear you feel fine, especially after what just happened- here, I'm giving you some fludrocortisone acetate to help with your fainting.’’ He said in a cheerful tone, smiling at you again after handing you a glass of water.
You were parched. Your mouth damn near felt like a desert with how dry it felt, so this glass of water was a blessing in disguise for you, thank god for Simeon- ‘’Don't fret too much about your meeting, you have an hour to properly rest and get yourself into a better headspace- I’ll be right here at your side if you need someone to talk to as well.’’ he said, getting up from the chair to walk over towards the nearby bookshelf. well, at least you had an hour to recollect your thoughts and mentally prepare yourself for what could be very well the last moments of your life, ‘’what a pain it's going to be loading my tomato soup-looking ass into a coffin.’’ you slightly snickered at your joke before you rolled over and your mind wandered off elsewhere, your eyes subconsciously drifting over towards the now sitting Simeon, who was quietly reading a book beside your bed.
‘’Simeon.’’ He looks over towards you, his eyebrows raised- ‘’Would it be rude to ask if you and Luke are…y’know, non-human?’’ you asked, expecting him to go ballistic on you for asking such a question- I mean, it did happen to you once before when asking an angel that Thirteen was watching over- guy got SUPER pissed that you didn’t just use common sense and look at the winds that were hidden on his back (which were covered by his long hair), god, that guy was a fucking dick now that you think back on it.
Simeon only smiled as the wings on either side of his head flapped happily- ‘’It's not rude to ask a question that has a clear answer, Luke has wings as I do but he is just too young for his wings to be fully visible!’’ you smiled back at him, happy that he wasn’t being as much of a dick like the last angel you asked this question to- ‘’How come you dont have a halo then?’’ ‘’It's too much of a problem to have floating on the back of my head, I tried to make it work but alas it ended up getting stuck trying to get through a door..’’ he shook his head whilst lowly chuckling to himself, ‘’Anyways, I'd love to keep on talking with you but I think we’re out of time here- but please don't start worrying! I specifically put in a medical request for Thirteen to accompany you during your time with your SCP…or well, Thirteen practically begged me to do something to aid with your panic attacks.’’
Your heart dropped hearing him say anything that hinted towards your looming death, but you just sucked it up since you would be with Thirteen- someone who could write out your will and put all of your figurines to good use.
Simeon waved you off and shouted something along the lines of ‘’letting Luke know that you are bidding farewell!’’ with you shouting a happy ‘’See you later!’’ back at him.
The walk of shame towards the meeting room was absurd.
Totally absurd because there were people literally prancing around the main floor with whole-ass deers, frolicking around with bees, and JUMPING for joy at their newfound SCPs. The fuck?! Are you just the mayor of Frown Town or are these people actually on some type of hardcore drug? Because there is no possible way that the foundation didn't give all of these people Safe class SCPs- if they were going to do this then how come you didn't get something that wouldn’t kill me on sight?
‘’Your results have culminated to bring out your full potential as an [EXPERIENCED] On-Field Researcher’’ Right. They looked through your file to personally assign you a specific SCP.
Well, despite this unnerving fact, you pushed forward, determined to at least get a glimpse of your personal grim reaper, this fact pushed you forward with some pep in your step until you pushed open the doors to the meeting room- Matt. goddamn Matt.
Of COURSE they decided to let Matt be the tour guide for this whole shitshow- the one person you wanted to stay away from you at all times was HERE and going to be walking around with you for a solid five minutes to your new laboratory- Jesus fuck! Was the foundation that determined to get you to kill yourself?? ‘’MC! Oh, it is so, so, great to see my new favorite employee looking so delighted about their new job promotion! Come! Let's turn this frown upside down!’’ Matt said with a disgustingly cheery tone, his annoying ass smile seemed to get brighter as your frown drooped even more as he grabbed your hand and guided you towards your gravestone- I'm sure you will looooooove your new SCP! He is very docile and kind-hearted, his only setback is that he sleeps a ton, so getting research out of him will SURELY be a hassle!’’ he let go of your hand and twirled a bit before grabbing your hand, again, and further leading you to the airlocked door of your new laboratory.
Okay, now you were convinced that everyone was on this newfound hardcore drug and that you were the only sane fucker in the facility- because what fucking Keter class is DOCILE and KIND-HEARTED? Either Matt is a complete and utter dumbass who is totally oblivious to the most important aspect of his job or he genuinely didn’t know about the class you were assigned to.
Matt opened the door for you, ushering you inside as he explained the password system to your lab, giving you the code on a sticky note, and walking over to a panel that had several buttons on it as he flicked on a button which turned on the lights in the ‘’research station’’ as he calls it before he beckoned you over to him- ‘’And now for the grand reveal..! I, Matt, will be giving MC the honor of revealing their SCP!’’ he squealed, looking at you with a ‘’Hurry up and push that button’’ look as you just sighed and flicked on the switch next to the one he already turned on- with the lights slowly turning on to reveal a… Cow? No, human-cow cosplaying human curled up in the corner? What??
‘’Okay Matt, I'm going to be straight with you- what in the actual fuck is this? This isn't an SCP, it's some random guy cosplaying a cow that you plucked out of an anime convention!’’ You looked at Matt with a dumbfounded look as you looked back at the sleeping cow-cosplaying man before looking back at Matt- ‘’Oh yes it is, MC, that is in fact not a human but an SCP, he’s just assuming a human-like form to fool the task force into thinking he is docile. Not saying that he is violent, he just seems to not like his sleeping to be disturbed.’’ did Matt think you were that stupid? ‘’Matt, what the actual fuck are you talking about? ‘’Oh YeAh, He’S DoCiLe!’’ THAT MOTHERFUCKER IS ASSUMING A FORM TO FOOL PEOPLE INTO COMING INTO HIS ENCLOSURE! No, and I mean NO docile ANYTHING assumes a form to lure people into its habitat! How the hell can you actually look me in my face and tell me that it's DOCILE?!’’ you angrily pointed towards the still sleeping cowman
Matt's tone darkened, ‘’Let's not forget our positions here, or do you really want a black mark that badly? Either way, you have a job to do- valuable research to provide to the Foundation, i highly suggest you start moving to assess the SCP’s danger level- now, please. He told you, handing you a briefing file that you didn’t even know he had with him- your eyes quickly scanning over the material of said file, landing on one specific word before you looked up and stared into the soul of poor Matt.
It's like the fucker wanted you eliminated and wiped off of the face of the earth at his earliest convenience! This was downright ridiculous- get into the enclosure WITH a demon Keter class? Are you serious? fuuuuuck that.
You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance, ‘’Oh godfuckingdammit! Give me a break! A COW! A COW!! A DEMON COW AT THAT! You’ve got to be joking- seriously! If I walk in that THING’s enclosure I'm going to be not pushing 26 but fuckin’ DAISIES! Matt, I don't think you understand the problem here, You're putting me in the same room as a KETER- do you want me dead that bad?’’
Matt shook his head- ‘’Get in the enclosure, the black mark doesn't argue back nor does the rest of HR, after all, they will side with me, once again.’’
‘’Fuck you, Matt.’’ You said whilst angrily punching in the code to the enclosure- cautiously walking into the brightly lit room as you had a one-man staredown with the cow before you softly tapped your foot, attempting to wake it without immediately being torn limb from limb- and somehow you succeeded- having a grumbling, somewhat pissed, cow look at you like you just kicked a puppy and napalmed an orphanage, and kicked someone's grandma down a flight of stairs- god how much you missed the Med-Bay now…
Now that you could get a clear view of your short-time good ol’ buddy and pal- you could see his outfit clearly; somewhat blue hair with white streaks on the tips, a tired look adorning his face, and a blue jacket with a hood that he paired with an olive colored pair of pants, with damn near knee high brown boots- what in the actual fuck was this guy wearing? Damn, where did they FIND this man?
‘’What do you want?’’
What in the fuck- who said that? You thought to yourself, glancing back to an empty lab with no Matt in sight- oh that fucker REALLY wanted you dead. ‘’Fucking Matt…’’
Was it that voice that was nagging you about being a bad person and this that and the third earlier? Maybe it was… him?
‘’Was that you who just said that?’’ you stared at the cow who was lying down on the ground, watching it for any movement in its mouth before you heard the voice again- ‘’Yes, now answer my question already.’’- were you actually going schizophrenic or something? Because you were just staring at his mouth and didn't move one bit when you heard the voice- ‘’The fuck? Are you talking telepathically?’’ you asked the cow, only to get a now angry response- ‘’Are you deaf? Or just willfully being ignorant? Do you have zero sense of danger?’’
That's right, that cow was asking you to answer its question- ‘’I want the same thing as you do, for me to get the fuck outta here. I don't know if you saw that guy back there but he FORCED me to be in here with you.’’ You gestured to the empty room across from the both of you before you noticed something small and pink on the glass window- and you couldn’t get to it due to the walking threat lying down in front of you, especially the fact that any sudden movement could aggravate this guy and send you 6ft under, pushing daisies.
‘’So you're stuck here too, that guy wrote on that paper something about how he locked the doors for bonding time’’ The cow gestured towards the pink paper that was on the window, and then looked back at you.
Without missing a beat, he suddenly appeared in front of you and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing it with some considerable force since your face slightly twitched at the sudden cutoff of oxygen, and the cow did NOT seem to like that result as he let up with the squeezing- ‘’You really don't have any sense of danger, huh?’’ at this point, you didn’t even try to fight his grip, you just shrugged and accepted your fate- ‘’I do have a sense of danger- I just knew what type of bullshit I would be going into, but y’know, I'm forced to work with you. No point in having a sense of danger if you're just going to die by the end of the business day.’’
He sighed and fully let go of you, walking back to his previous spot in the corner and curling up into a ball, hiding his face from the bright lights of the room- ‘’How boring, it's no fun killing you if you're already wanting to die, that's like im granting your shitty wish. I'm a demon, not a genie.
‘’If you're a demon then go do us both a solid and kill that fucker, Matt!’’ you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes at the thought of his eventual return- ‘’What exactly did this Matt guy do to you for his name to be accompanying some form of death every five fucking seconds in your head?! You need to take anger management classes or something.’’
This fucking sassy fuck- ‘’It's because Matt sat there and LOCKED me in a room with YOU, no offense by the way, all for the purpose of killing me- like what type of psychopath sits there and leaves the glory of watching your greatest enemy be killed in real-time to go frolic around in an imaginary field or whatever he does in his free time! It's borderline stupid!’’
‘’Not only that, the guy keeps on babbling on about how you're so docile and kind-hearted!’’ You finished your rant about Matt, laying down against the cold, hard tiles and staring up into the ceiling- ‘’what a dumbass.’’ ‘’Tell me about it- the guys been doing nothing but riding my ass for the past six years and the moment he got a promotion he starts going on a whole tangent about how he’s so important and that he’ll put a mark on me if I step out of line- fucking power-tripping!’’
‘’And he got this promotion because why?’’
‘’Because he [DATA EXPURGED BY ADMIN_M], [REDACTED].’’
The cow seemed to pause at your words before he uncurled himself and stared at you, much to your dismay- ‘’He… did what to [REDACTED]?’’
‘’Yeah, he did, the only and probably only SCP I will ever trust again. And he [DATA EXPURGED BY ADMIN_M], and I hate his fucking guts for it- I sometimes wonder about her family she used to tell me stories about… I really wanted to meet some of her older brothers if our plan worked.’’
‘’Tell me about these stories [REDACTED] told you, now.’’
‘’It's not like I have anything better to do.’’
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‘’She really was the light of the foundation, making the suicide rate in this damned place drop to an all-time low! Hell, even the SCPs themselves enjoyed her presence, and that's impressive to get that senile old man down the hallway to shut the fuck up with his happy-go-lucky attitude.’’
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Solomon in my latest fic is a weeping angel!! i debated on what I wanted to make him for hours now but I decided on making him a super confusing form of a weeping angel!! hooray for me!
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SC \\ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentione
SC \\ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentioned suicide, everyone is a little off their rocker, you are NOT innocent!! I'll add more tags later..
TL;DR - Think the SCP Foundation, but you are the researcher who unfortunately gets assigned to Seven Keter classified objects.
There you sat, illuminated by a blaring red light- in your desolate office, hunched over a stack of papers that you occasionally set aside after writing some confidential sentences, glancing towards a steaming cup of coffee that practically had your name written all over it- ‘’Can't. I have to finish this first..’’ after all, that stack of confidential papers wouldn’t sign themselves up to upper management.
Only you would, after all.
And this is how it would be for eternity, or until you finally took your own life from ‘’mental illness’’ (as they say) like the others.
This place operated like a fucking mental institution gone rogue, having researchers and workers fling themselves off of the concrete balconies to escape the neverending mind-fuck of a concrete complex this ‘’job’’ masked itself as.
You’ve been working here for six years now, becoming a loyal and compliant worker that the higher-ups could depend on.
Workers killed themselves again? You’ve got it covered. Another containment breach that killed nearly everyone in SITE: [REDACTED]? You're the one shipped directly to the nearest prison to get more subjects. The higher-ups need someone silenced? You're on it immediately.’’
It's safe to say, you are not innocent. You're just as bad as the next.
If it wasn’t for them dangling the golden shimmering light of freedom over your head constantly, maybe you would have defected and saved just a couple of more lives…but god, the slight chance of freedom sounded better than certain death.
Now that you think back on the chance of freedom, this red light was getting really fucking annoying.
The telltale sign of a containment breach- following a loud and annoying blaring alarm that mentioned the highest class that could be roaming around the facility, scaring the everloving shit out of you when you were nothing but a rookie researcher in your original facility... To the present you who sat in your uncomfortable office chair, furiously clicking a hidden button under your desk- totally unphased by the current event that put you in imminent danger of being brutally mauled- but in reality, you couldn’t be more safe.
Hiding in front of your chair really fools the anomalies into moving on to the next unfortunate soul- or really, letting the rookies scream and wail for help while you continue writing on those damned papers, because as you said- those papers won't be writing themselves anytime soon, and you’ll be damned if you get pink-slipped over one late paper like Thirteen did- and getting pink-slipped was bad, like extremely bad for off-fielding-researchers; getting transferred to a subject and your position being changed to on-field for months at a time.
You remember a time when you got pink-slipped, and got assigned to a misclassified anomaly… You're pretty glad that Thirteen doesn't want to build a bond with hers.
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Speaking of Thirteen, you were seriously starting to worry about their safety- stopping your pen from writing the last few sentences and rising from your seat.
You can't recall what the highest class in the facility at the moment was, especially since the newest anomaly that had been identified and completed its pending status was classified as a Thaumiel- which generally meant that nobody had a clue as to its danger status or WHAT it even is, except for the high, high, HIGHER ups, and the 05.
And you turned off the siren in your room long ago, just so you could avoid having your ears ringing for the rest of the work day- so you would just have to gamble with your own life all over trying to check up on Thirteen. You're oh so compassionate.
But it wouldn't be all in vain, she WAS working with that Thaumiel class anomaly who, according to her, was a complete pain in the fucking ass and purposefully did things just to get on her nerves- and that bare annoyance was probably out and about roaming the halls, most likely dragging a battered up and beaten Thirteen along with it!
Now that was crossing the line, the only person that you got along with being potentially dead really fired up your ‘’heroic’’ nature, and had you sprinting down the hallway, which was unusually dead and quiet- save for the dying breaths of some class-D workers and researchers and the gut-wrenching metallic smell of dried and fresh blood, and intestines littered throughout the hallway, plastered across the walls, smeared all over the floors, and your slow realization of how you let your emotions get the better of you once agai- oh, would you look at that- Thirteens door is sealed shut with claw marks.
‘’Fuck.’’ you muttered under your breath, noticing a small-but-crawlable hole in the door- but you were already out here in a straight-shot line of fire from any roaming anomaly, so that hole was the only way you were going to be able to start pushing 26…
So you sucked in a breath and squeezed into the hole, cutting yourself lightly in the process before you emerged on the other side of the door- only to be greeted with the sight of Thirteen warming a hot pocket in her microwave, who looked baffled at your sudden appearance- ‘’Am I tripping balls or is there like NOT a containment breach going on?? The actual hell are you doing warming up food while people are dying outside?’’ you jokingly pointed a nagging finger at Thirteen who just crossed their arms and snickered back- ‘’I could ask you the same question, we work pretty far apart in the block… and there IS a containment breach going on, so how did YOU get here?
You just rolled your eyes and plopped down on the nearby couch, waving off Thirteen with some dismissive motioning of your hand- “For your information, I was incredibly worried about you since you have to deal with your subject, especially in an active CB.”
Thirteen scoffed, stopping the microwave right before it started to beep, taking out her hot pocket- ‘’Really, MC? Cmon now, I'm working with a Thaumiel class- and as much as I loathe the fucker, he’s pretty smart, even got himself a name.’’ she responded, taking a bite out of her hot pocket before she spoke again; ‘’but, the cocky lil’ shit keeps on telling me his name is ‘’Solomon The Great’’, so I guess it's a win/lose situation here?’’ she shook her head whilst tossing you a pair of sunglasses and motioning for you to follow- ‘’It’s not like this CB is going to last any longer anyways; too many precious valuables at risk, y’know?’’
As you followed Thirteen deeper into her laboratory- watching as the lights slowly got dimmer and dimmer before becoming almost pitch black, except for an unnervingly yellow light shining brightly somewhere in the distance- catching your attention almost immediately.
Now that you look more closely at the light- you can see some faint strands of hair slowly moving around, turning towards your direction once you and Thirteen made it down to the bottom- ‘’And to your right, my precious tour’ee, is the famed attraction- Solomon The Great!’’ she said, enthusiastically waving her hands towards the direction of…nothing?
‘’Solomon The Great? More like Solomon The Escapee Artist! Thirteen, we are quite literally in an active containment breach and you're waving about your hands up, down, left, right, and center towards a MISSING anomaly?!’’ you groaned, your breathing getting more and more frenzied with every nervous look Thirteen flashed at you as she desperately typed into the nearby keypad- her nervous laugh slowly dying more and more with every incorrect passkey she typed in.
‘’Ahahah…’’ Thirteen grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into Solomon’s enclosure- making you yelp before she covered your mouth with her hand, forcing your head to look upwards towards the white-haired mass that was slowly crawling backward on the- ‘’IS THAT THING CRAWLING ON THE FUCKING CEILING? IS THAT THING SOLOMON?!’’- well, way to go you! ‘’Solomon’’ was now staring directly at you with a look of complete distaste and hurt! We’re officially fucked!
You smacked your lips at the sight of Thirteen and….whatever that thing was doing up on the ceiling, looking at you like you just kicked a puppy- ‘’Don't even look at me like that! This motherfucker is full-on CRAWLING on the ceiling and yall are acting like this is just a normal daily occurrence!’’ you gestured over to the reversed spider who was HANGING from the ceiling now and got an unamused sigh from Thirteen and an even louder sigh from the albino monkey above you- ‘’MC…Solomon is a creature- of course, he’s going to be doing weird shit all over the place, not that even if he was a human he would cut the shit with all of these lame PRANKS!’’ Thirteen yelled the last part while throwing a rolled-up newspaper at Solomon, who just responded with a broken ‘’What gives?!’’ after catching the newspaper and falling back to the ground.
‘’What gives is you pulling pranks during bad times, again! We’ve been over this- god who knows how many times I've had to beat some sense into you! I’ve even forgotten myself!’’ And the white-haired-turned-stone-male suddenly stopped in an accusatory pose- ‘’some shit straight out of Ace Attorney’’ you cringed at his god-awful pose before Thirteen tapped you on the shoulder, motioning towards her covered eyes.
‘’The shades I gave you? They weren't just for decoration, MC!’’ she crossed her arms and huffed, eliciting a groan from you as you slipped on the shades she gave you and saw Solomon finally resume his original state, human-like, it seemed- ‘’You're just like Barbatos! So caring for me, even though your extremely small heart cannot display your affection through your facial features…’’ he dramatically twirled, landing his hand over his eyes as if that borderline pathetic display was going to stop Thirteen from threatening him with ripping off her shades and sending him back into his catatonic state.
And you watched them bicker and duel it out on the floors of Solomon’s enclosure for a good fifteen minutes before the alarms started blaring- signaling the All-Clear.
‘’Well, that means I can go back to my office and finish my work! Good luck Solomon!’’ you
shouted back at the still-bickering-duo who were still going at it…fifteen minutes later.., throwing up your hand as a goodbye as you ascended back up the stairs and paused in front of the forcibly reinforced door.
‘’Damn.’’ you muttered under your breath, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation, and the whole idea of just crawling back through that hole you came in flying out of your head, as you decided if you should go all the way back down and get Solomon’s help or just drop to the floor and start working on your two-week notice and a will- well, that was right before the alarms started blaring, again.
And just like you mentioned before, this place is a fucking nightmare.
‘’Well, at least when you're an On-Fielder you don't have to worry about being pink-slipped, your paperwork gets cut in half.’’ Thirteen who randomly appeared right behind your ear said, motioning for Solomon to get to work on the door- ‘’you have eight minutes to write like a bat out of hell, better hurry up and go before your stuck with someone as annoying as Solomon over there.’’ she patted your back and ushered you out of the newly made gaping-hole in the wall.
Maybe being the next red splatter on the concrete floors of the cafeteria WASN’T such a bad idea, because this was just god awful- having to play Bollywood Subway Surfers throughout the hallway all the way back to your office isn’t as fun as it sounds.
But luckily enough for you, you made it back with 5 minutes left to spare, and one last paper..wait, no two…three?
Oh isn't that just great. The last paper you had managed to leave unfinished- to reveal itself as three papers stapled into one- all conveniently long enough to keep you sitting at your desk reading through all the material for fifteen minutes- you could just…sign the papers and worry about the consequences later… after all, it's not like taking one little risk would kill you! right?
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‘’Oh godfuckingdammit! Give me a break! A COW! A COW!! A DEMON COW AT THAT! You’ve got to be joking- seriously! If I walk in that THING’s enclosure I'm going to be not pushing 26 but fuckin’ DAISIES!''
A/N - yello! biz speaking, i havent wrote for some days since I went on an trip to Florida with some schoolmates, and I really didn't feel like writing so I wasn't able to force myself to write.. this is a chapter story although! and I love writing chapter stories <3 so this will most likely be frequently updated and such!! also please go show some love to the inspo credits I mentioned in the beginning!! they are very talented and I loved reading their works!!!
i really hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!
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Looking back on the past three oneshots ive made, this is actually pretty impressive how each oneshot became longer and more personalized as i tried to write established characters (plus trying to make fanfics that were coherent lol)
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