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?"
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?"
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'
"Of course you would think that"
A voice calls out. "I don't know who that was, but I think they were talking to you!"
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."
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.
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'
"Of course you would think that"
A voice calls out. "I don't know who that was, but I think they were talking to you!"
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)
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)
"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?"
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
"why were you groaning."
He nods. "Thanks Doc."
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Blood stains his jumpsuit. "I tried to escape. They set a [redacted] SCP on me."
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"Your supposed to be in your cell." She said and picked up her walkie-talkie "Jed... I might have an issue here.."
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
A voice calls out. "I don't know who that was, but I think they were talking to you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Not until the Ender Times...'
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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."
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
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.
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"oh ████. I'm sorry to hear that."
He looks at the ceiling. "I just wanna go home..."
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"Yeah, someone left my door open. Somewhere. Hard to explain honestly" He says, talking just slightly too fast
*They don't seem to say.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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)
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
"I dont think d class can, after all theyre here because they did really bad crimes, atleast thats what i heard"
'Talking to me?'
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Thomas watches her.
*75% insane 25% sane*
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