I am both very easy, and very hard to ship with.
I will say yes as a mun but my muse themselves will be ‘difficult’ and/or show tough love. like, it’s all up to the muse how fast it progresses. what they do. how they love.
come into my ims asking which muses are women, kink demands, rush me to reply, or directly put words into my muse’s mouths and I’ll break your neck~♡
i mean block you-
> Maybe this is for the best. Over these last few months, this particular SCP facility has hidden alot less mysteries to you. It's given you a few things to consider this time though, like a potential future for yourself, even with everything that's happened.
That doesn't stop moving on from being difficult, though.
It takes a while to gather your thoughts, decide on a plan. Even though there's only really one this time, and you find that you're shifting without realising. The unassuming tabby that had been residing in this cell all this time is now a slightly larger, almost scaly creature with stubby legs, slowly shrinking in towards its body. After less than five minutes, you're entirely snake-like, and even though you've had alot of practice in these kind of forms, it takes a little getting used to every time, and holding the front third of your body up in the air looks alot more graceful than it feels, especially when you keep slipping and thudding onto the plastic coated floor.
Eventually, you're ready to confront your favourite neighbour, and you make your move. You've set off the lockdown in these places so many times now that you know how to avoid it, so you whack on the door with your tail a few times, getting the attention of one of the guards. As they enter, you sweep their feet out from under them. They whack their head at such a perfectly set up angle that they're knocked out almost instantly, and you quickly calculate the time it'll take for anyone else to come and see what's happening. Unfortunately for them, it'll be far too long. This particular facility is underfunded and understaffed.
It takes a few moments to try and get the laptop you stole out into the hallway with just a tail, but you manage it, and hide it under a nearby desk. Once that very important task is complete, you start to slither down the hall toward the cell you need to get into, but suddenly realise you need one more thing. The staff in most of these facilities have several different kinds of communicators, never the standard walky-talky. You use your snoot to nudge around the guards pockets, finding some kind of disk with buttons in an odd pattern, each with different shapes on it. This looks like the right kind of thing, and you move on with your task.
This part, you hadn't completely figured out yet, but you hope that your almost-plan will work. You press a few random buttons on the disk shaped device, then leave it by the door of the cell as you curl up under a piece of furniture and wait. After a short while nothing happens, so you go back and press a few more buttons, and the device beeps a few times, so you quickly drop it and go back to your hiding place.
It doesn't take long for three guards to run down the hall to the cell door, seeing the device on the floor and fearing the worst. They foolishly open the door after peering though the window and deciding, somehow, that it'll be safe to enter. You quickly shoot out of your dark spot and in through the door behind them before they close it, and approach the creature in the far corner, that's chained up and drugged. You unhinge your jaw and bite it on a random limb to wake it up, and it thrashes in its shackles. Trying to remove your needle-like teeth from its flesh is a little difficult now its moving around so much, and it rips out a few of your teeth, causing you to bleed onto the floor far more than you have any right to for such a minor injury.
Now that your plan is in motion, you can take a few moments to appreciate everything. A little bit of relaxed reflection in a chaotic moment. The creature in the corner is so large, that it's head is hunched uncomfortably, but banging on the ceiling in some kind of rhythm, it's arms thrashing against the walls making the building shake. Two of the guards have electrified batons, waving them around threateningly, while the other has some different kind of communicator, much larger than that disk you found, and they're shouting something into it... That's not good. You need to speed this up or they're going to start a lockdown. You start to shift into something larger and more useful than a fat pasta noodle with teeth, but that'll take too long, so for the time being, you try and wrap yourself around this particular guards legs. They're faster than you currently are though, and they manage to get one leg out, and now that they've realised there's something else in the room with them, they're more on guard. They're only human though, and there's far too much information for them to go through in their tiny brains to figure out what's happening before it happens.
The guard that was trying to communicate with whoever, is now sufficiently distracted, and the resident of this cell has one of it's arm-like limbs free, grabbing one of the baton-guards and crushing them in its grip like an empty taco shell. The creature drops the guard on the floor, their body crumpled and gurgling up blood. The other baton wielding guard takes a large step back and walks into the other guard, turning back to see that this guard has also been incapacitated by yourself, who is now some kind of pointy snake-like abomination. A few of the spikes along your back have pierced the guards soft tissues, along their leg, their stomach, between their ribs... and as you know all of the staff are guilty of many kinds of exploitation and other questionable acts on the 'prisoners' in the facility, you don't feel guilty when you allow yourself to fully morph, the spikes sinking in so far that the guard's left lung is punctured, and they scream, trying to drop to the floor. You continue to crush them, your current form some kind of alien creature that you rarely use, as it's not very nimble, but it is very spiky and its exoskeleton is as hard as armour, still smaller than an average human, and possessing six walking limbs and two tails, it's not very practical. However in a situation like this, where everything is so beautifully set up, you can't resist one of the underappreciated forms.
The remaining guard finally pulls themself together enough to swing their baton upward under your chest area, hitting you in an exposed section of muscle. Again, the impracticalities of this body showing themselves. The shock from the baton travels through your body and into the guard's chest, and they throw their arm forward to grasp blindly toward the other guard in a last attempt to struggle free. Their eyes are bloodshot and they're trembling, but you can't see their face. Your body contracts and your spikes rip out of the guards flesh, the force making them pass out, and as you gather yourself, you pull yourself away to leave them to bleed out. The final guard uses this time to try and escape, but the creature has freed its legs and lunges at them, wrenching its final limb free of the wall, although seemingly dislocated, as it screeches in what you can only assume to be pain.
As you watch, its long shaggy fur swishes in front of your face, lightly brushing your shell, though you can't feel it. In a matter of seconds, its grabbed the human with one large, talon fingered appendage, and with its drooling maw, engulfed their entire head in its mouth, teeth sinking into their neck, and wrenching its own neck back, tearing the human's head from its body so easily you'd be forgiven for thinking it was held on with blu tac. You hear a loud, staggered crack, then a few crunches, and it swallows, as it drops the limp body to squirt blood in a disappointingly short fountain.
As the creature looks to you, you're already halfway out of that form, into a much more useful one, and dragging your recovering body around to its side. It makes some kind of sound in its throat that may be speech, or a sound of affirmation, and you hiss. It jerks its head back, and looks down at you suspiciously.
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It takes alot longer to take down the creature than you'd hoped, along with several more guards who responded to the commotion, and you're in rough shape, but you do it eventually, mostly just managing to back off three of four times to recover and outlast it, which is pretty much cheating, but that's your strength. Once you've devoured the important parts so you can steal its form, you try and get used to the length of the limbs and the body, while stumbling down the halls so you can escape before the lockdown begins. You're surprised it hasn't started already, actually...
After retrieving the stolen laptop, the main doors, though locked, are opened easily when you slam your giant new body into them, and after everything else, it seems a little too easy. No more guards, no alarms, no state of the art security system... Almost like someone wanted you to escape.
You don't have the time or mental strength to contemplate that right now though. For now, it's time to find somewhere to lie low, with free WiFi.
