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.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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'
*That wasn't a typo. There are no quotation marks.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"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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She raises an eyebrow and goes to open it
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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She goes over to the door and opens it. "Hm? Yeah. What's wrong?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"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."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hm?" She surprised and confused "Why?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Nice song. Very nice'
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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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'You know me so well! Maybe we are one and the same?'
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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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His eyes eventually focus on her, "Hi!" He grins, not effected by the fact his collards being held