A previously-empty room has been given a doorplate. Scp 8122, class euclid, low threat level.
8122 is referred to as the cadaver, or caddie for short, and resembles a ten-year-old boy, with one key difference. 8122 can be painlessly vivisected over and over, and its body knits together after and replicates any missing parts.
*here*
*Okay. My intros on first page.*
Anthony and Alexander knock on the door during their allowed wandering time, walking into the cell of their to visit their fellow child friend βHello, do you want to play?β They have their fire proof toys, as their bodies are engulfed in each of their flames.
Caddie was coloring in a coloring book on the floor, but he looks up and says "Sure"
They sit down their toys and sit next to Caddie, their flames not giving off any embers that could burn them.
Caddie is fascinated by the flames, and sticks his hand in the white flames
His hands feelβ¦ not hot, just a comforting warm. Alexander sees his hand and the flames out simply because of his surprise βDonβt do that, you might get hurt.β
he retracts his hand "It doesn't matter"
βIt does matter, Miss. An would be mad if you got hurt.β
"An?" they cock their head
βThe big scientist lady, she makes all the important rules.β
"Huh." they color a little more. "I'm not sure I've met her."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Huh." they color a little more. "I'm not sure I've met her."
βThey let us wander around the foundation sometimes. Like now!β He says, beginning to draw with them.
"nobody's let me wander yet..."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
He puts the cups on his desk βYouβre always like this, yeah weβre protecting the world but we arenβt superhuman.β He then goes through the papers βIβve got some reports here for ya, but you can handle em tomorrow.β *Oh yeah, heβs name is Jose.*
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
He puts the cups on his desk βYouβre always like this, yeah weβre protecting the world but we arenβt superhuman.β He then goes through the papers βIβve got some reports here for ya, but you can handle em tomorrow.β *Oh yeah, heβs name is Jose.*
"Thanks." he says, taking one of the cups
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
He puts the cups on his desk βYouβre always like this, yeah weβre protecting the world but we arenβt superhuman.β He then goes through the papers βIβve got some reports here for ya, but you can handle em tomorrow.β *Oh yeah, heβs name is Jose.*
"Thanks." he says, taking one of the cups
He sits down βHow you been Zack, how are the SCPs doing?β
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
He puts the cups on his desk βYouβre always like this, yeah weβre protecting the world but we arenβt superhuman.β He then goes through the papers βIβve got some reports here for ya, but you can handle em tomorrow.β *Oh yeah, heβs name is Jose.*
"Thanks." he says, taking one of the cups
He sits down βHow you been Zack, how are the SCPs doing?β
"I've been okay. This job is killing my sleep schedule. The twins that I've been monitoring seem to be doing fine. They killed a D-Class yesterday but they listen well. nothing seemed to be different in the blood samples I took." the junior researcher says.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
He puts the cups on his desk βYouβre always like this, yeah weβre protecting the world but we arenβt superhuman.β He then goes through the papers βIβve got some reports here for ya, but you can handle em tomorrow.β *Oh yeah, heβs name is Jose.*
"Thanks." he says, taking one of the cups
He sits down βHow you been Zack, how are the SCPs doing?β
"I've been okay. This job is killing my sleep schedule. The twins that I've been monitoring seem to be doing fine. They killed a D-Class yesterday but they listen well. nothing seemed to be different in the blood samples I took." the junior researcher says.
He taps his chin βAh I think youβve mentioned the twins before, fire kids right?β He says sipping his coffee βYou should get some sleep, Iβll take over for your shift if you need it.β
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
He puts the cups on his desk βYouβre always like this, yeah weβre protecting the world but we arenβt superhuman.β He then goes through the papers βIβve got some reports here for ya, but you can handle em tomorrow.β *Oh yeah, heβs name is Jose.*
"Thanks." he says, taking one of the cups
He sits down βHow you been Zack, how are the SCPs doing?β
"I've been okay. This job is killing my sleep schedule. The twins that I've been monitoring seem to be doing fine. They killed a D-Class yesterday but they listen well. nothing seemed to be different in the blood samples I took." the junior researcher says.
He taps his chin βAh I think youβve mentioned the twins before, fire kids right?β He says sipping his coffee βYou should get some sleep, Iβll take over for your shift if you need it.β
He nods. "Yeah. those two." he says sipping his coffee. "And no need. I'll be fine. It's not like we're gonna have a containment breach."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Huh." they color a little more. "I'm not sure I've met her."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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βThey let us wander around the foundation sometimes. Like now!β He says, beginning to draw with them.
"nobody's let me wander yet..."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
βWhat can you do anyway?β
Zack is in his small office finishing some research work. He yawns and stretches a bit as he adjusts his glasses.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A fellow researcher leans on the door of his office, holding some results on SCP experiments as well as two cups of coffee , heβs just wearing the designated clothes and circular glasses βHey there Zack, you seem tired.β
"I've pulled one to many all nighters."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He puts the cups on his desk βYouβre always like this, yeah weβre protecting the world but we arenβt superhuman.β He then goes through the papers βIβve got some reports here for ya, but you can handle em tomorrow.β *Oh yeah, heβs name is Jose.*
"Thanks." he says, taking one of the cups
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sits down βHow you been Zack, how are the SCPs doing?β
"I've been okay. This job is killing my sleep schedule. The twins that I've been monitoring seem to be doing fine. They killed a D-Class yesterday but they listen well. nothing seemed to be different in the blood samples I took." the junior researcher says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He taps his chin βAh I think youβve mentioned the twins before, fire kids right?β He says sipping his coffee βYou should get some sleep, Iβll take over for your shift if you need it.β
He nods. "Yeah. those two." he says sipping his coffee. "And no need. I'll be fine. It's not like we're gonna have a containment breach."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Anasta is grumbling to herself, rushing yet another guard to the emergency bay.
Fay is in his office, looking over grant drafts.
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Zack is doing some basic medical training on one guard already in there when the other is rushed in. "Oh God. What happened?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Decided to mess around and find out after I told him not." She rolls her eyes "Deserves it."
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"what attacked him doctor?" he asks, going over to asses the guard and administer a pain sedative.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It was 996, bloody hells.." She grumbles "I tell one person, one singular person what not to do and they decide they know better."
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"A piece of fabric did this to him?" he says, administering the sedative.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.