She is a nightmare baby (OC ramblings)
I have gotten to RP my SCP researcher a lot and i keep thinking about her sweet SCP killer ex maxi so i had some silly ramblings and put it here so i can share
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Laural could not pinpoint the moment when exhaustion blurred into dissociation. One instant, she rifled through papers, her blinks so slow she forgot to reopen her eyes. The next, she found herself at the mirror, elbows braced on the sink, wavering as if she might collapse. Her reflection revealed someone desperate for sleep and caffeine. She exhaled and scrubbed her face.
âI look like a corpse.â Disgust and despair battled within her as her reflection smiled back, though she herself did not. Laural froze, cold terror knotting her stomach and trapping her breath. The reflectionâs head tiltedâslow, curious, and delayedâas if it contemplated her rather than merely mimicking. ââŠokay,â she murmured, struggling to suppress panic. âNew low.â She raised her hand toward the glass, every muscle tensed with dread. Her reflection seized her first. A cold, unnaturally solid hand shot out, clamping around her wrist and dragging her forward. She yelped, heart pounding as the mirror shattered into black water, engulfing her and inverting her world.
She crashed onto metal flooring as lights flickered overhead. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and burnt machinery. No. Not again. She recognized the Foundation containment hall in a heart beat. Before she could recoil, warm breath traced her ear. âHey, sweetheart,â a gravelly voice teased. âMiss me?â Laural spun, nearly stumbling. Maxi loomed behind her, pink and blue hair veiling one eye, dressed in shorts and a tank top, bare feet planted with ownership. That smirk. That lazy, syrupy menace. Lauralâs pulse hammered. âMaxi⊠please. Donât do this to me.â
âAww, donât do what, babe?â Maxi cooed, circling her in a slow, deliberate arc. âDonât haunt you? Donât tease you? Donât remind you whose fault it was?â Laural retreated until her shoulders struck a cabinet. Maxiâs grin sharpened. âYou think about me all the time.â Laural shook her head, her voice cracking. âYouâre not real.â Maxi tapped her chin with one finger. âReal enough to hurt.â Laural slapped her hand away and bolted down the hall, but managed only four steps before Maxi flickered, reappearing in front of her like a glitch. A hand shot out, seizing her collar and yanking her back. Laural elbowed her, connecting with her shoulder. Maxiâs grin only widened. âSheâs feisty tonight. Cute.â
Maxi slammed her onto a metal table, scattering instruments. âStopââ Laural rasped, twisting upright. âYou donât have to do this.â âSure, I do,â Maxi scoffed, grabbing her coat and hoisting her effortlessly. Laural kicked, shoved, and clawed, but Maxi barely moved. Her hair shifted, revealing the hidden eyeâan insect-bright parasite glaring and pulsing beneath taut skin. Lauralâs breath caught. âMaxiââ âSweet, harmless little mouse,â Maxi purred, pulling her close enough for her breath to brush Lauralâs face. âBut do your new friends know what you did back home? All the D-Class you burned through? All the anomalies who begged while you scribbled notes?â
âThatâs notâ I didnâtâ stop,â Laural whispered, her voice strained by shame and desperation. Maxi laughed and hurled her across the room. Laural crashed to the floor, sliding on her shoulder and rattling glassware, sobs rising in her throat. âI changed,â she murmured, voice trembling as she pushed up on shaking arms. Maxi followed, her steps slow and predatory. âYou changed because you had to,â she said, crouching beside her. âIf you hadnât, those friends of yours would have gutted you, strung you up, fed you to the spiders.â Laural lashed out instinctively, panic and self-loathing, shoving her. For the first time, Maxi actually rocked backward. The smile she returned with was dangerous. âOhhhh⊠weâre fighting now? Thatâs adorable.â
Laural scrambled to her feet and bolted, but Maxi seized the back of her coat and hurled her down. Laural gasped as pain shot through her back. Maxi swung a leg over, straddling her and pinning her throatânot squeezing, only threatening. âYou canât outrun me,â Maxi breathed, her hair brushing Lauralâs cheek. âYou never could.â Lauralâs voice wavered. âYouâre not real⊠youâre not realâŠâ Maxi leaned in, lips close to her ear. âBaby, I donât need to be real to ruin your night.â
The parasiteâs eye pulsed once. The world collapsed inward. Laural jerked upright in her real bathroom, clutching the sink until her knuckles whitened. Her reflection stared backânormal, perfectly mirrored. Yet her pulse pounded and sweat cooled on her neck. As the lights stabilized, she glimpsed a flash of pink hair behind her shoulder. Laural pressed a trembling hand over her mouth. âIâm awake,â she whispered. âIâm awake. Iâm awake.â