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I’ve been rereading Things That Bleed and its amazing every time I read it. My favorite crossover fic fr. I can’t wait to see how the scp agents continue to deal with these children (and their totally not dad assassin). I was wondering if we could get a little snippet of the next chapter 👉👈

presents you a littol snippet just from the very top of chapter 16 hehe

Focus on Alex. 

Focus on Alex.

Danny stares blankly through the keening hunger. 

Alex isn’t even strapped in properly, lying horizontal over the other two seats of the SUV. The engine roars in his ears, chaotic.

He fucked up. Almost fucked it all up. It was almost his fault. He needs to make it right.

Focus on Alex.

He sucks in another breath. It lands on his tongue. Holds it there. Blows it out. Dead air.

“You should sit up. Put on your seatbelt,” he says.

Alex twitches, and confusion rises from him momentarily—like he’s not sure Danny is talking to him. Like he isn’t confident where he is. But it settles, and Alex works up a smile.

“You sound like Yassen.”

“And a vehicular accident would be an asinine way to die,” Yassen adds tersely from the front seat.

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Any snippets you can share with us? 👀

Of course! :3c Thank you for asking dear Anon. Eat well, and stay tuned for the end of the month ;)

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Would youse guys mind posting a preview of the next chapter 👀? Totally ok if it’s a no

We are so glad you asked! :) Of course you can have a preview. Here's the beginning of chapter 8.

It’s been a long time since Danny was inside a house. One actually being lived in, by living people, at least. It’s nice enough. Quaint—that’s the first word that comes to Danny’s mind, floating in from some dusty part of his mind that hasn’t had to describe anything as quaint since Sam’s grandma showed off her collectible statuettes of cats in old-timey clothes.  The floors are well-worn, aged wood peeking out from beneath sprawling rugs. There’s a draft that brings chilly air in from the badly fitted single-pane windows. The temperature has plummeted over the course of the evening; Danny is enjoying the promise of snow in the air, and the fact that the sun has already dipped below the mountains on the horizon. What’s less enjoyable is the haunting. He’d suggested hiding a tree in a forest; he’d known what that would entail.  Houses like this aren’t allowed to be secretive. They aren’t allowed to sink down into themselves, with all their echoes writhing quietly inside like maggots. They’re open wounds that don’t heal.

This chapter is going to be a bit of a love letter to haunted houses. <3