Clef, Draki, and I smoked together.
- Elias Shaw, SCP-963. Happy 4/20, fuckers.
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Clef, Draki, and I smoked together.
- Elias Shaw, SCP-963. Happy 4/20, fuckers.
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It feels kinda weird to be kin with one of the least known SCPs, you know? It's such a big thing, you'd think someone would draw art or write fic or something, but nothing. And sidenote, I agree with that 049 and 682, fuck the Foundation staff. - SCP-2786 (and 049, and 963 (yes I know I'm cursed)) #^^;
kondraki. thats it thats the confession.
-a holder of 963 that shall not be named
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I keep thinking about my time in the void.
I was dead for 3 years. Three. Whole. Years.
I remember it being way too bright when I woke up on a beach, which is funny because it was 2 in the morning. I remember crawling to a payphone, soaked from the storm, in 30 degree weather, and just incoherently babbling and screaming for 5 minutes until they sent someone. Pretty sure I stripped naked because the feeling of clothes, especially wet clothes, against my skin was Too Much for my sensory-deprived brain to adjust to.
I could also be misremembering that.
I was thrown into the back of a truck and questioned in French (I think? Gut feeling it was France I was in), which I doubt I spoke back in '49, in that Time. I was confused and scared and cold and very, very overstimulated. I got lucky someone recognized the pendant. I remember spending nearly a full year re-adjusting to life after that.
Worst fishing trip ever.
- Dr. Elias Shaw, SCP-963
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