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One, two, three. All the lights in the room come on. Respectfully, you take your shoes off at the door, setting them aside on the tray, after all you don't want to bring any of the outside filth into this room. Slipping on the inside shoes, you walk inside the room, following the path to the little station you made. It's not like you needed to eat with the others in the facility, everything you needed was right here without leaving the room.

You grab the coffee cup and a drink out of the mini, you tear the container open, and pour the contents into the cup, sliding it into the microwave. A few seconds would be all the drink needed, so you take the time to take in the familiar sounds and smells of the room.

The buzz of the florescent lights. The hum of the microwave. The breathing coming from the darkness behind the glass. The smell of iron from the microwave. The burning sulfur that you have long since become immune to. You built the foundation this building stands upon, of course you'd be immune to the odor.

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"Ms. ____, please. I'm only trying to understand-"

"Understand? Why do you need to understand?" It challenged the young man, "you won! You successfully took care of Walter and saved the damsel in distress! And what's more, the people thank you for everything you've done to save them and their poor defenseless daughters!"

"____," Leon started, before it interrupted again.

"DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT!" It screamed at him, "That is not my name, that is not who I am! My name is Bug! As gifted to me by My Lord Walter!"

"But why do you still cling to him. He used you, forcing you to carry his heir-!"

"Do not dare act like you knew how he or I felt when I was with him!" Bug glared, it's voice like ice, as the little dhampir girl coward behind it, clearly scared of the hunter. It turned away from the human, picking up Séraphine, comforting her the best it could.

With a deep sigh, it tried to give Leon a level tone, "Leon. I have lived for over a decade with Walter, and I have done so willingly. Within the walls of his Castle, I was allowed to exist..."

"Yet he still targeted so many innocents," Leon countered, "you would think if you were enough, he'd have stopped."

Cold laughter filled the air, chilling Leon to the bones, "do you know anything about what you claim to hunt? He's a vampire. He needs to feed from humans to exist. I simply could not provide the amount of blood available to fully feed him... Otherwise, we kept each other satisfied in other ways.... After all, we did have a daughter." It turned back towards the Dhampir, murmuring softly to her.

Things were quiet. Awkwardly so, until the child was asleep. Then Leon decided to speak again.

"She really looks so much like him. It's going to be difficult trying to hide her heritage," He stated, "both of you are going to be subject to scrutiny."

"Let them. She knows who her father is, and is to take pride in who and what she is," Bug said, it's voice quiet and hoarse from the earlier screaming, "she's all I have left of him..." It murmured, its hand coming up and carding through the thick mane of red curls.

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What was Isaac to say?

Hey, I know I caused your wife's death and then almost made you a sacrifice to bring Dracula back, but I'm glad that you're alive, as implausible as it should be? By the way, I'm now a vampire and doll to the one our Lord named himself after?

It could feel Hector's eyes on it, taking in its appearance. Had Isaac known that her brother was going to call for assistance on helping Castlevania City.... Well, how could she have predicted that the one who Trevor called for was going to have her former... Peer... With them? Not to mention the strange feeling of familiarity she got with Soma and Arikado.

Well, it didn't matter now, as they were already here, and Trevor was speaking with the Arikado fellow, while the others Arikado had come with were helping Victor with passing out food for the survivors of the Fated Day.

Hector's eyes widened as a pair of arms wrapped around Isaac and a, "Doll? Is he bothering you?" Was growled out in the air.

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Dr. Jason was watching the subject from the safety of the observation room. So far, SCP-3783 has not shown signs of movement since capture, but that also translated to it not cooperating when interviewed. The researcher had been taking notes on any change in its behavior, though he mostly had been writing a description of said SCP.

Grey eyes, unfocused and bruised and sunken. It almost looked like it hadn't slept in years, if not centuries. Black, greasy hair and guant, stretched, pale skin. Yet, it was very muscular and from field notes from capture, it was incredibly strong. It stood at about Six Foot and Ten Inches tall, making it shockingly human looking. It had a rich red, armored cloak, with gold intricate detailings, black leather pants, a strange armored belt, and boots. Its fingers ended in a reddish colored set of claws, looking like fresh blood. It had a black goatee, though it didn't look the most well maintained.

Seeing how SCP-3783 was currently acting, it wasn't a surprise to Jason as to why it looked like this.

He sighed, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes, checking the clock. 11 pm shone brightly on the clock beside him.

Just two more hours, and then I can get some rest, he thought to himself. He trained his eyes back to the being in the room. Still no activity.

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Thank you for the tag @beevean!!!

I've been asked to share some of my wip, and today I chose an Isaacul Fic I started yesterday, inspired by some of our discord chats 🩷 This is part of the build up to the smut.

I tag any of my mutuals who have WIPs and want to join!

It was dark outside the throne room windows, the moon reflecting soft tones of the stained glass on the stone floor. Dracul had his head in his hands, leaning to the side of the throne, eyes closed, almost looking asleep to those who did not know the Prince. But those who served the Prince knew this act of simple rest, was deceptive. He may rest his eyes for a moment, but Dracul never slept, always being ready for anything, or anyone, who dared to lay their hands on him or his Castle.

And like a stone he was, as the doors to the throne room opened, revealing the lean figure of his doll, Isaac. It was a strange being, covered in tattoos, made from a dark power unknown to Dracul, and scars, to which it still has not told Dracul of their backstories. Dracul cracked his eyes, but only just enough to not give away his awareness of the doll in the room.

What a doll it was. Its hair had gained length since being here, coming down to its shoulders now, braided to keep it out of its face. It wasn't wearing much, only in a nightgown that barely came to its mid thighs, but was big enough at the top for the sleeves to slip down its shoulder. Those long legs were covered by stockings that came up to its knees and a short pair of wool socks over those. It always got so cold so easily, and with the location of the Castle being primarily in mountains under the constant assault of blizzards, Dracul tried to keep it warm.

"Dracul?" Its voice sounded in the mostly empty room, echoing slightly from the walls, slightly hoarse from having woken up recently, "are you awake?"

Dracul made no move to let Isaac know he was awake, or having even heard it. At getting no response, Isaac walked over to the throne, its footsteps softened by the wool socks. There were some steps up to the throne itself, that Isaac carefully took. The last thing it wanted was to embarrass itself by slipping and falling in front of Dracul.