The machine begins to sing operatically as the walls bleed dreams and lost souls. Breathing turns to screaming in the walls themselves as they heave and heave and heave.
All fades to joy as nighttime festers in thought and form, broken by wicked hopes.
AGONY IN EFFIGY INTERTWINED WITH LETHARGY TWISTED AND HUMBLED WHERE GOD-FOUNDATION STUMBLED PRAISE IN VIOLENCE AND PURE SCARLET SILENCE ROTTING IN EMINENCE, LISTLESS IN PENITENCE
The machine begins to sing operatically as the walls bleed dreams and lost souls. Breathing turns to screaming in the walls themselves as they heave and heave and heave.
All fades to joy as nighttime festers in thought and form, broken by wicked hopes.
AGONY IN EFFIGY INTERTWINED WITH LETHARGY TWISTED AND HUMBLED WHERE GOD-FOUNDATION STUMBLED PRAISE IN VIOLENCE AND PURE SCARLET SILENCE ROTTING IN EMINENCE, LISTLESS IN PENITENCE
Something is very wrong.
'Nice song. Very nice'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The machine begins to sing operatically as the walls bleed dreams and lost souls. Breathing turns to screaming in the walls themselves as they heave and heave and heave.
All fades to joy as nighttime festers in thought and form, broken by wicked hopes.
AGONY IN EFFIGY INTERTWINED WITH LETHARGY TWISTED AND HUMBLED WHERE GOD-FOUNDATION STUMBLED PRAISE IN VIOLENCE AND PURE SCARLET SILENCE ROTTING IN EMINENCE, LISTLESS IN PENITENCE
Something is very wrong.
'Nice song. Very nice'
*That wasn't a typo. There are no quotation marks.*
"I'm fine." Ryan snaps. "If your a guard or a doctor go the [redacted] away."
"You don't sound good." he sounds worried
"I'm fine."
"i could get you something"
"I dont even know who or what you are!"
"I'm an SCP. You can call me Mike."
"What SCP has a name like Mike?"
"thats just like, my name." he waits a second before saying. "Can I come in?"
"Sure. I guess."
he comes in
*appearance*
A young man with short black hair and brown eyes looks at him. He wears an orange jumpsuit with the words D-Class Number 1745 on it. "Welcome to my hell."
There is a knock at her door. Thomas's voice floats through. "Uh, doc? Can we talk?"
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"What SCP has a name like Mike?"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She raises an eyebrow and goes to open it
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She goes over to the door and opens it. "Hm? Yeah. What's wrong?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
There's a young man in a d-class outfit lying on his back, chuckling to himself after having apparently run into her door
Thomas sighs. "I might need to take a D-Class sanity test..."
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"thats just like, my name." he waits a second before saying. "Can I come in?"
The machine begins to sing operatically as the walls bleed dreams and lost souls. Breathing turns to screaming in the walls themselves as they heave and heave and heave.
All fades to joy as nighttime festers in thought and form, broken by wicked hopes.
AGONY IN EFFIGY INTERTWINED WITH LETHARGY
TWISTED AND HUMBLED WHERE GOD-FOUNDATION STUMBLED
PRAISE IN VIOLENCE AND PURE SCARLET SILENCE
ROTTING IN EMINENCE, LISTLESS IN PENITENCE
Something is very wrong.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure. I guess."
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"What in the (REDACTED)" She looks around for a moment before sighed and picking the D-Class up by the collar. She snaps her fingers "Kid.. hey kid."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Hm?" She surprised and confused "Why?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Nice song. Very nice'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
he comes in
*appearance*
"I...i keep hearing stuff that isn't there...and things keep appearing in the corner of my eye, but when i turn...they are gone..."
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*That wasn't a typo. There are no quotation marks.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'You know me so well! Maybe we are one and the same?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A young man with short black hair and brown eyes looks at him. He wears an orange jumpsuit with the words D-Class Number 1745 on it. "Welcome to my hell."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
His eyes eventually focus on her, "Hi!" He grins, not effected by the fact his collards being held