Anasta is in her office, lying on the couch, resting.
SCP 3627 is making soft chimes at one moment and the loud chimes that could rival a church bell.
There is a knock at her door. Thomas's voice floats through. "Uh, doc? Can we talk?"
She goes over to the door and opens it. "Hm? Yeah. What's wrong?"
Thomas sighs. "I might need to take a D-Class sanity test..."
"Hm?" She surprised and confused "Why?"
"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..."
"It could be stress. You do work in a facility with hundreds of strange things." She said and smiled in a concerned manner "But I'll let you take the test just in case ok?"
He nods. "Thanks Doc."
She hands him a sheet of paper with more than 50 questions on it and a pencil. She points to the couch "sit down and take it, I have some work to get done."
Thomas sits down and removes his mask and takes the test. During it his eyes dart to the corners of the office. ABout 45 minutes later he stands up and hands her the test.
She takes then takes a green binder from a drawer and opens it.
(How do you want the test to go Not Insane, 50/50, or Insane)
Thomas watches her.
*75% insane 25% sane*
Anasta looks up from the test and sets it aside. She steeples her finger and sighs "You want the bad news or good news?"
"I have many names, many of which may be unpronounceable to creatures of this dimension, I don't know, so you may call me Dr. Wondertainment! Not your Wondertainment, if you even have one, but I am A Wondertainment!"
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She stares at him for a moment before speaking into the walkie-talkie again. "Yeah, I'll keep him here until you get here. He not dangerous."
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
Anasta looks up from the test and sets it aside. She steeples her finger and sighs "You want the bad news or good news?"
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
He stretches slightly, leaning back a bit still in her grip, "Got any snacks in there? I think I missed lunch"
'I wonder how you get a sanity test?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*I shall find 6789 a friend*
*Jim would be his 'friend', but Jim is a dangerous evil twisted mess*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*sure*
6789 walks past her cell
'Because then, I could show you my 100% Sane'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Someone else is in the room with them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Enjoying my inter-dimensional inspiration machine?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Who's there?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Your what?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I have many names, many of which may be unpronounceable to creatures of this dimension, I don't know, so you may call me Dr. Wondertainment! Not your Wondertainment, if you even have one, but I am A Wondertainment!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'I have many names too. But what are you here for?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Well, after being dragged from Carcosa, I seem to lack plans for this entire dimension that I am now faced with!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'That holds up'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
As he looks at the purple-and-yellow suited man, make a perception check.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels