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@iris-thompson-105 is under watch by.....Watch

Isaac sighed. Damn. He'd overestimated just how much charge he'd have for his phone. His battery seemed to drop faster and faster every fucking day. He needed to see about getting a new one.

He pushed into the nearest available room, more focused on finding an outlet than disrupting someone's privacy.

"Sorry, sorry. I need an outlet."

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[From SCP 035 and Jacobs, very eager to thread]

"Ah, come on, Jakey~ You can't tell me that you're not happy to be away from that awful hole in the ground. It was just as much a prison for you as it was for me." The masked individual cooed, wrapping an arm around the other, pulling him in close. The middle aged man scoffed, flicking the hand off of him despite the warmth it had provided, something he was sorely lacking within the freezing village they'd travelled to.

"What I feel doesn't matter. All I'm concerned on keeping you from making anyone else your victim. Watch- Isaac will be your last casualty." A bitter taste refused to leave his mouth as he growled out the name.

I'm so sorry, Isaac.

Dyo's face changing to tragedy, it gave off the air that it was pouting. It started to say something, but it's head abruptly twisted with a crack towards something only it could feel.

"You can come out now, darling. I know you're there."

Ethan had heard the voices talking but didn’t pay them much mind, summing it up to some people just traveling by or going on a hike or whatever it was that people did. He didn’t care to talk to anyone else other than the Lords or the Lycans even if he was slightly sure the Lycans had absolutely no clue what he might have been saying. He just continued to loot this abandoned shed he had finally busted open, seeing if anything within was useful to him or something he could trade or sell to one of the Lords or Duke. He had this entire village all to himself and he had barely even covered a house and this shed.

Though when he heard one of the two call out to something, Ethan poked his head out of the shed, looking in the direction of the others. “I’m going to assume you are talking to me and not the wolf creatures.” He states in a half hearted attempt at a joke. “I wasn’t hiding, I was minding my business. But since ya called me, the hell are you two doing out here and this weather? I’m the only one that inhabits this village now so I know for a fact you guys don’t live here.”

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"Woah! Woah! Is that really how you want to play things around here? It's a little early yo be threatening us with a lethal weapon, isn't it? We haven't even had dinner first." 035 teased despite the situation. Jacobs groaned and shook his head.

"My name is Jacobs. My- acquaintance next to me is SCP 035. We're just passing through. We don't mean any harm. I-"

"Well, hey now Jakey. Don't count your chickens before they hatch. I mean, he did threaten us. If I were a lesser being, i might take offense to that. How lucky for us both I'm a god, eh?" It turned towards the stranger, grinning, eyeholes a purple glow.

"Look, just- go. Please." Jacobs begged.

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[From SCP 035 and Jacobs, very eager to thread]

"Ah, come on, Jakey~ You can't tell me that you're not happy to be away from that awful hole in the ground. It was just as much a prison for you as it was for me." The masked individual cooed, wrapping an arm around the other, pulling him in close. The middle aged man scoffed, flicking the hand off of him despite the warmth it had provided, something he was sorely lacking within the freezing village they'd travelled to.

"What I feel doesn't matter. All I'm concerned on keeping you from making anyone else your victim. Watch- Isaac will be your last casualty." A bitter taste refused to leave his mouth as he growled out the name.

I'm so sorry, Isaac.

Dyo's face changing to tragedy, it gave off the air that it was pouting. It started to say something, but it's head abruptly twisted with a crack towards something only it could feel.

"You can come out now, darling. I know you're there."

Ethan had heard the voices talking but didn’t pay them much mind, summing it up to some people just traveling by or going on a hike or whatever it was that people did. He didn’t care to talk to anyone else other than the Lords or the Lycans even if he was slightly sure the Lycans had absolutely no clue what he might have been saying. He just continued to loot this abandoned shed he had finally busted open, seeing if anything within was useful to him or something he could trade or sell to one of the Lords or Duke. He had this entire village all to himself and he had barely even covered a house and this shed.

Though when he heard one of the two call out to something, Ethan poked his head out of the shed, looking in the direction of the others. “I’m going to assume you are talking to me and not the wolf creatures.” He states in a half hearted attempt at a joke. “I wasn’t hiding, I was minding my business. But since ya called me, the hell are you two doing out here and this weather? I’m the only one that inhabits this village now so I know for a fact you guys don’t live here.”

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Jacobs looked towards the man with thinly veiled panic in his eyes. Oh fuck. Fuck. 035's vessel was a little worse for wear, so it was entirely possible that it would choose this newcomer as it's host. He tried to mouth for the other to run behind 035.

035 laughed at this man's joke. "Oh, you're funny~ Yes, I am indeed talking to you. What's your name, good sir? Who are you?"

Jacobs cringed. Oh, okay. 035 was definitely interested in him as a vessel. Buttering him up to make him feel more at ease. Fuck. This wasn't good.

Jacobs interrupted 035, who'd been about to ask more questions, no doubt to ensnare the other.

"Oh- Uh. We're just visiting. It's fine. It's all fine. Just- be on your way." He tried to be surreptitious about it.

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    “Aww. Don’t look so down, Jakey~ After all, isn’t it so much better being outside that hole in the ground? Admit it, it’s nice to breathe free, fresh air again.” SCP 035 cooed, wrapping an arm around the middle aged spy. Jacobs growled lowly at the action, flicking the hand off of his shoulder without a second’s hesitation.

   “Don’t touch me unless you want that arm broken.” He sneered out. In spite of this, 035 changed it’s expression to grin.

   “Awww, you sound so cranky~ Poor Jakey. You really need to get more sleep. You’ve got bags heavy enough to cost extra at the airport.” It giggled at it’s joke, raising a borrowed hand to it’s engraved expression. Jacobs rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

   “Just be quiet.” He muttered as his eyes scanned the area. After a containment breach, several SCP’s had escaped, including 035 and 6000, a new SCP that came in the form of a pubescent boy, captured after reports in a small city of a pink monster briefly disturbing the locals. By the time Jacobs had found 035, he’d possessed Isaac. That was probably the only reason he wasn’t dead, Isaac’s suppressed mind keeping 035 from ending him then and there. Didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt him in other ways, though.

   “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to. Telling me to be quiet. Honestly. You mortals. You-” 035 started rambling as Jacobs ignored him, leaning down to look at some tracks in the dirt. Just the right size of the boy, SCP 6000. 

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@pollyannisms is under watch by...Watch.

   Isaac sighed. Another interview, another trip to the infirmary. This time, he hadn’t exactly been hurt, just scraped and bruised a little bit. It was Evelyn he was more worried about. He refused to use her original designation, 053. Not with her newly given name.

   As far as he was aware, the trouble had started when the generators producing the forcefield that kept Evelyn’s powers at bay broke down...somehow. Poor Greg didn’t stand a chance. He’d attacked them, thrown Isaac to the side and tried to get at Evelyn. 

   Then-

   Isaac cringed.

   He killed him.

   He hadn’t meant to. He’d just been trying to get the other away from Evelyn. 

   “Fuck.” Isaac mumbled to himself, running a hand through his hair. He felt warmth well up around his lip, tasted the sting of copper on his tongue. Fuck.

   Isaac laid back on the bed. Well, okay. Bed was perhaps a little over-accommodating. It was more like a cot. The bare minimum. Isaac was well acquainted with a bed like this. Seemed like he was in the infirmary more often than his own room.

   His attention, having started to wander, was snapped back to reality as the door to the entrance slid open. He turned his head over, though didn’t make any move to sit up. A quiet ‘fuck you’ to Jacobs, if it was him.

   It wasn’t.

   “Uh- Hi?” He asked the stranger. He tried to keep his head down, so it wasn’t that out of the normal for him to not know all the personnel there. 

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