Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
Archon is adjusting to its new form, stumbling around its containment cell.
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Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
It doesn’t shake their hand.
”The Bandersnatch.”
“Ooh. Sounds threatening. Are you one of the dangerous ones they told me about? You don’t seem that threatening though. Just a nice bloke.” As he talks, he sets up an easel.
Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
It doesn’t shake their hand.
”The Bandersnatch.”
“Ooh. Sounds threatening. Are you one of the dangerous ones they told me about? You don’t seem that threatening though. Just a nice bloke.” As he talks, he sets up an easel.
“They probably told you about me. I think I’m dangerous.”
Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
It doesn’t shake their hand.
”The Bandersnatch.”
“Ooh. Sounds threatening. Are you one of the dangerous ones they told me about? You don’t seem that threatening though. Just a nice bloke.” As he talks, he sets up an easel.
“They probably told you about me. I think I’m dangerous.”
“Really. Is your tail filled with venom?” He puts the canvas on the easels and pulls out a can of paint.
Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
It doesn’t shake their hand.
”The Bandersnatch.”
“Ooh. Sounds threatening. Are you one of the dangerous ones they told me about? You don’t seem that threatening though. Just a nice bloke.” As he talks, he sets up an easel.
“They probably told you about me. I think I’m dangerous.”
“Really. Is your tail filled with venom?” He puts the canvas on the easels and pulls out a can of paint.
Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
It doesn’t shake their hand.
”The Bandersnatch.”
“Ooh. Sounds threatening. Are you one of the dangerous ones they told me about? You don’t seem that threatening though. Just a nice bloke.” As he talks, he sets up an easel.
“They probably told you about me. I think I’m dangerous.”
“Really. Is your tail filled with venom?” He puts the canvas on the easels and pulls out a can of paint.
“Yes. Very dangerous.”
“How dangerous. Could it pierce my exoskeleton or whatever they’re called?” He opens the can and dips a paint brush in it.
Scp 8392, A creature resembling a wolf with scaly humanoid hands and a stinger on its tail is walking in circles in it’s cell.
A beep sounds as Jacob the Keradid walks in.
“WHO ARE YOU?!?!?” It raises its stinger.
They open their mouth and out comes chirps and squeaks, until the translator turns on. “Hi. You mind if I draw a portrait of you?” They lift up a paint canvas.
“…I-No?” It is confused.
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
It doesn’t shake their hand.
”The Bandersnatch.”
“Ooh. Sounds threatening. Are you one of the dangerous ones they told me about? You don’t seem that threatening though. Just a nice bloke.” As he talks, he sets up an easel.
“They probably told you about me. I think I’m dangerous.”
“Really. Is your tail filled with venom?” He puts the canvas on the easels and pulls out a can of paint.
“Yes. Very dangerous.”
“How dangerous. Could it pierce my exoskeleton or whatever they’re called?” He opens the can and dips a paint brush in it.
“Probably.”
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"Not until your cell is clean. Here, I even got you something" He holds up a bone
“…I-No?” It is confused.
It grabs the bone and starts chewing on it.
“…To frighten you?”
*whats up?*
Archon is adjusting to its new form, stumbling around its containment cell.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” He reaches out his hand, and smiles, as if to shake.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It doesn’t shake their hand.
”The Bandersnatch.”
Mike starts to clean the floor while keeping an eye on it
“Ooh. Sounds threatening. Are you one of the dangerous ones they told me about? You don’t seem that threatening though. Just a nice bloke.” As he talks, he sets up an easel.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“They probably told you about me. I think I’m dangerous.”
The bone snaps in half.
“Really. Is your tail filled with venom?” He puts the canvas on the easels and pulls out a can of paint.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Yes. Very dangerous.”
“What does that mean?”
"I should have brought more"
It eats the bone.
“How dangerous. Could it pierce my exoskeleton or whatever they’re called?” He opens the can and dips a paint brush in it.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Probably.”