#pansophical pretender

[anonauthorsworkshop]

MC has no impulse control. Mistakes were made

AWWWW OMG I LOVE THSI SO MUCH I'M SOBBING

[gremlinthatdevourscontent]

@occasionalsnippets @anonauthorsworkshop

it fits for both the fanfics and the mc 

[anonauthorsworkshop]

05 member: Okay, so can ya'll remind me why we gave MC free roam privileges?

2nd 05 member: *hiding 'How long will it take for MC to try and escape?' betting pool* Because they have been increasingly compliant since they settled in, if they are provided privileges then they'll be less likely to breach.

3rd 05 member: *hiding 'MC x SCP' shipping grid* We'll also be able to observe their interactions with other Safe SCP and hopefully facilitate a better understanding of both parties.

4th 05 member: *hiding bag of popcorn and 3D glasses* Also they haven't exactly done much as of lately, doubt they'd do much now that they can walk around. ~🐙

LMAOOO what a productive O5 meeting

[anonauthorsworkshop]

Can we have a scenario with all the lords of alagadda just reacting to mc suddenly teleporting to their territory again and randomly arguing with 035 while running away?

this is a borderline crackpost but i don’t care because i wanted to have fun with it. kindaaa ooc oknoitdefinitelyis

enjoy!

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035 was seething. You could easily tell; black goop was pouring out of the mask's every orifice in waves, dripping down his host's neck and spilling onto his attire. You take a glance at his ensemble, which was no longer a simple researcher's uniform, but a grandiose tailcoat with ruffled cuffs. (...The outfit change may or may not have been your doing).

He looks at you with pure, unadulterated rage. Intermittent beads of sweat roll down the side of your cheek. His glaring causes a sudden urge to explain yourself, and so you decide to speak. You open your mouth very, very slowly.

A voice in the distance murmurs a skeptical inquiry.

“Shouldn’t we just-“

“Hush, Yellow." The Red Lord practically slaps a hand onto the face, or rather, mask, of his confidant. It effectively shuts him up, albeit only for a moment. "We are spying on them!”

Yellow grumbles, recoiling from the unwanted contact. “…You know well that if White were here, they would report this," he makes a grand gesture toward the unseemly duo, "to the Ambassador right away.”

“Oh," Red scoffs, waving Yellow's doubtful words away with a hand. He turns to the side, resumes his observation of your antics, and kicks his legs back and forth, not unlike a giggly schoolgirl would. "Just hush and focus on them!”

Yellow follows Red's gaze and looks on with cynical eyes.

035's words come out sharp. "Why did you come here again?" His fists are shaking, and you wince at how deep he digs his fingernails into his palm. "Moreover, bring me with you?"

You rub your hands together nervously, averting eye contact. "Well, I haven't seen Amingvolvin in quite a while. I wanted to give them a gift." Wobbily, your gaze moves upward to meet his. "And, I kind of- may have, accidentally ran into you? As I was about to teleport?"

You are unable to accurately gauge his reaction. 035 is still.

...

“That’s it." He finally says in disbelief. "That’s the reason.”

"Well, I guess-"

Abruptly, 035 moves toward you with overpowering intent. You flinch and stumble backward. At this point, you fully expected him to just punch you, but your body relaxes as you inspect him closer. His fists clench and unclench with what is undoubtedly anger, however, something tells you that he cannot bring, could never bring himself to project that emotion onto you.

You watch as his hands fully unclench, and he slumps his shoulders in what seems to be acceptance.

"Let us focus on leaving this place."

"O-of course!" You perk up with a stammer, surprised by his switch in attitude. "We've done this before, we can do it again."

035 sighs, and steps closer to grab you by the hand. "You really ought to be more careful. Every time that I find you, you are always involved in some dreadful sort of mess..."

It is at the moment when his fingers touch yours that something inside Red crackles, and it bursts into flaming jealousy. He stands up suddenly, and the ends of his robes intimidatingly flare out to the sides like a predator threatening its prey. There is a low, deep bellow which he emits that makes his presence known.

Yellow turns to Red, exasperated. He had to admit, he did not find it exactly pleasant to watch the former Anguished Lord's hand make contact with yours, but...

"I thought you wanted to keep a LOW profile?!"

At this, you dart your head toward the two Lords with wide, panicked eyes. Your mouth slams shut, and you grab 035's right arm to drag him along with you, but it slips out of your grip, detaches from his shoulder, and promptly falls to the floor.

...

You reach over frantically at 035's remaining left arm, hauling him beside you and sprinting away into the depths of Alagadda’s Euclidean landscape.

[anonauthorsworkshop]

I can imagine the Ambassador showing MC the Hanged King, hoping to break them like any normal human would at the sight. MC: Damn, he's kinda ugly, isn't he? Ambassador: *frustrated screaming*

LMAO

[anonauthorsworkshop]

So you mean Mc has a similar presence to brothers death? But not to hangy? Makes sense i guess since the brothers are the biggest nerds of the universe.

The Brothers Death are omniscient. MC is now essentially omniscient. do with that what you will

[anonauthorsworkshop]

Question, why did the O5 send the guy in black to question and torture MC? Seems counter intuitive and also not how the usually do things

that guy wasn't really. supposed to do that. that's why afterward he got a call on the radio about O5's orders

[anonauthorsworkshop]

Broke: I want MC to smooch 035. I want MC to smooch 049 Woke: I want MC to smooch the Sole Intertrode from Alagadda

HAHA i'm still surprised you guys loved them so much :,)