Site 17 was never the place for comfort. No place owned by the Foundation is. Every inch reeks of sterilized equipment and spilled coffee— and the occasional blood spill too.
In one corner of space, a lounging area, a pair of personnels was chatting amongst themselves.
“Bitch, I forgot to tell you ughh…” the brunette groaned, shaking the blonde in front of her.
“Hm, what happened?” Bella raised both brows, sipping the caffeinated liquid on her hand.
“Oh my fucking god- soo I had told you my family is the most conservative, stereotypical right wing people, right? Andd, they arranged a surprise birthday party…” her tone fades to sorrow
“Sounds like fun” her tone playfully sarcastic, earning a hit on her side. Her blue irises focus not to spill her cup.
“...Though, Pia, To be serious, what was it like?”
Pia lays a hand in her own right cheek and rests it against.
“Of course, the usual…and worst! You know how it is- Bitch, you're like the whitest girl I know!” thin lines formed in her cold-ridden chapped lips.
One…Two…Silence ensued and so was Bella's unknowing stare.
Pia opens her mouth, an awkward smile paints her face. “Why are you looking at me like that…”
“Girl, I'm not inherently white. I'm literally Asian…who is partly Russian”
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This is my first short ditty featuring my scp oc, Bella Zhintakc/Syntax.
Uhh ik my writing sucks but at least it's mine.
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