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Fandom Signs - An SCP RP
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Dr. Gerald
Dr. Gerald walked casually through the halls, examining a clipboard he had in his hands. He leafed through the pages, scrutinizing a certain detail until he ran into a young woman around mid-twenties. Gerald tried to apologize, but the woman had already helped him up, and walked away. It all happened so fast he couldn't identify her. Shrugging, he continued towards his destination. His footsteps echoed through the bleak white halls, showing a sign of clean that was terribly misleading.
Just around the corner, he might find someone dead on the ground, an awful thing to see... He arrived at his area of interest, entering a monitor-ridden area. The area was surrounded by filing cabinets full of useless information, and in the area the camera feed showed a blue dog-like SCP in a titanium-lined room. He set up a microphone, cleared his throat, and spoke, "Testing, testing... SCP-0411? Can you hear me?" He moved the mic away for a moment, looking at his clipboard.
On this clipboard in particular, sat his SCP details. He scoffed at some of the details. "It wasn't my fault the men on the bus couldn't handle the action and had a heart attack..." he mumbled, staring at some of the information. He averted his attention back to the canine on screen, waiting for some sort of response. Another screen adjacent to this one, laid a unicorn dragon SCP.
They had both been transferred to cells near one another, for convenient purposes. Some people wanted to see if they'd ever get along, but Dr. Gerald doubted it. Looking over at the screen with the other dragon-ish SCP, he pulled up another mic after turning the other one off and spoke once again, "SCP-3657? Can you hear me at all?" After these words, he looked back and forth at both screens whilst leaning back. He loved his job, probably more than he should.
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Lyssa Amnie
Lyssa marched through the halls, boots hitting the tile below her aggressively. Turning a corner, she collided with a preoccupied scientist. Or, he collided with her. She stood fast, picked him up, then left for her target. She had a holstered gun at her side, a clipboard on the other. She didn't even glance at it as she proceeded. As she entered the place of interest, she was saluted as she sat down in front of a window pane with a mic. Before her laid a victim of SCP-035, face covered by the porcelain comedy mask. The subject had been recently possessed, and it was already showing signs of decay. She clasped her hands together, staring the SCP down. "So. Anything new you'd like to tell us, 035?" she interrogated, eyes narrowing.
@Bandicat
(@SpookySableye @lucidnonsense)
Dr. Gerald walked casually through the halls, examining a clipboard he had in his hands. He leafed through the pages, scrutinizing a certain detail until he ran into a young woman around mid-twenties. Gerald tried to apologize, but the woman had already helped him up, and walked away. It all happened so fast he couldn't identify her. Shrugging, he continued towards his destination. His footsteps echoed through the bleak white halls, showing a sign of clean that was terribly misleading.
Just around the corner, he might find someone dead on the ground, an awful thing to see... He arrived at his area of interest, entering a monitor-ridden area. The area was surrounded by filing cabinets full of useless information, and in the area the camera feed showed a blue dog-like SCP in a titanium-lined room. He set up a microphone, cleared his throat, and spoke, "Testing, testing... SCP-0411? Can you hear me?" He moved the mic away for a moment, looking at his clipboard.
On this clipboard in particular, sat his SCP details. He scoffed at some of the details. "It wasn't my fault the men on the bus couldn't handle the action and had a heart attack..." he mumbled, staring at some of the information. He averted his attention back to the canine on screen, waiting for some sort of response. Another screen adjacent to this one, laid a unicorn dragon SCP.
They had both been transferred to cells near one another, for convenient purposes. Some people wanted to see if they'd ever get along, but Dr. Gerald doubted it. Looking over at the screen with the other dragon-ish SCP, he pulled up another mic after turning the other one off and spoke once again, "SCP-3657? Can you hear me at all?" After these words, he looked back and forth at both screens whilst leaning back. He loved his job, probably more than he should.
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Lyssa Amnie
Lyssa marched through the halls, boots hitting the tile below her aggressively. Turning a corner, she collided with a preoccupied scientist. Or, he collided with her. She stood fast, picked him up, then left for her target. She had a holstered gun at her side, a clipboard on the other. She didn't even glance at it as she proceeded. As she entered the place of interest, she was saluted as she sat down in front of a window pane with a mic. Before her laid a victim of SCP-035, face covered by the porcelain comedy mask. The subject had been recently possessed, and it was already showing signs of decay. She clasped her hands together, staring the SCP down. "So. Anything new you'd like to tell us, 035?" she interrogated, eyes narrowing.
@Bandicat
(@SpookySableye @lucidnonsense)
Creepypasta Hound
I always Smile!
SCP-0411 looked up toward the camera it's mixed match eyes flashed what could be annoyance or maybe even curiosity. It stared for a moment before getting up and looking away as it dragged itself into a far corner of its cell.
"I wanna go home...please Daddy...take me home."
The voice sounded like a small boy at first but a darker voice wavered in and out underneath. A trick the strange canine like SCP had in its arsenal. The voice was followed by whines and cries that would only come from a family dog who wishes to be alongside it's master soon filled the video feed as well.
Whilst this was happening, another Scientist lurked around the halls his eyes held insanity and the smile on his lips was nowhere near friendly and upbeat. Dr. Smith was a psychotic man who was discharged for endangering the SCP personnel. He giggled, he twitched, he hoots and howls as he walks down the pristine hallway.
He interned the room with the monitors and the cabinets seeing Dr. Gerald in there he couldn't help but snicker. Oh how he loved his case, now don't get him wrong he loves all the SCP but this guy. His file was quite something!
"Hello Dr. Gerald." Dr. Smith said slyly.
"Hello Dr. Gerald, hello Dr. Gerald~" sang SCP-0411 in a little girls voice this time. It came out light and full of joy as if it was singing to a doll or to a friend.
@MoltenLightning
"I wanna go home...please Daddy...take me home."
The voice sounded like a small boy at first but a darker voice wavered in and out underneath. A trick the strange canine like SCP had in its arsenal. The voice was followed by whines and cries that would only come from a family dog who wishes to be alongside it's master soon filled the video feed as well.
Whilst this was happening, another Scientist lurked around the halls his eyes held insanity and the smile on his lips was nowhere near friendly and upbeat. Dr. Smith was a psychotic man who was discharged for endangering the SCP personnel. He giggled, he twitched, he hoots and howls as he walks down the pristine hallway.
He interned the room with the monitors and the cabinets seeing Dr. Gerald in there he couldn't help but snicker. Oh how he loved his case, now don't get him wrong he loves all the SCP but this guy. His file was quite something!
"Hello Dr. Gerald." Dr. Smith said slyly.
"Hello Dr. Gerald, hello Dr. Gerald~" sang SCP-0411 in a little girls voice this time. It came out light and full of joy as if it was singing to a doll or to a friend.
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Dr. Gerald froze at the sound of the cooing of an oddly familiar voice. Sure, there were plenty of people working here. Plenty of guards wandering the halls, possibly checking in on him. But, this voice was strangely specific and didn't flow with the normal slurred voices of others' working here. He managed to glance behind him, realizing his mistake quite clearly now. He had forgotten, in his ignorance with safety, that the guards he was supposed to have were elsewhere. He gulped, staring up at the madness that was the man before him. How had he found him? What did he want? Dr. Gerald stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair in his paranoia. "What on Earth are you doing here!? I thought you had been discharged! Why have you found your way to me?" He questioned, voice stabilizing at the end of his inquiry.
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AriaPsiana389
Hellish Zoroark
SCP-3657 sat up and growled. She had a lovely dream about running around on the fields of her home. They were full of flowers and it was sunny. People screamed in the background as they slowly burned. She sighed, it would take a while before she would have another like that. Looking up at where the voice came from, she growled again.
"Stupid human! I'll burn you when I get the chance!"
Though there was no reply so she guessed the human was busy bothering another poor creature.
"Stupid human! I'll burn you when I get the chance!"
Though there was no reply so she guessed the human was busy bothering another poor creature.
Bandicat
The Virtuoso
It had been so long since SCP-035 had been able to move, to speak. He looked up, a voice breaking the silence of the chamber he was locked in.
"W-What? Who's there?" He asked, sounding both scared and nervous. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could be free from his iron prison. "Where am I?" He moved towards the observatory window, stumbling slightly due to the decay in the bodies left leg "Are you here to help? This mask's been on my face for an awful' long time, and I can't seem to remove it,"
@MoltenLightning
"W-What? Who's there?" He asked, sounding both scared and nervous. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could be free from his iron prison. "Where am I?" He moved towards the observatory window, stumbling slightly due to the decay in the bodies left leg "Are you here to help? This mask's been on my face for an awful' long time, and I can't seem to remove it,"
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"Cut the chit-chat Masky. We've done this time and time again, and its beginning to get old. Now, please, have a seat. We've got some things to discuss." she curtly remarked, shooting down his attempt. Lyssa knew the whole shtick. Sitting quietly whilst waiting for a response, she bore through the invisible-on-one-side window. The microphone lay there, awaiting to be used. It was as if it were almost waiting for something to happen. Why did Lyssa always personify things? Who knew. This mask was just an intruder, nothing more. It was a monster. That's what she had told herselr whenever she doubted the facts. They were monsters...
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Bandicat
The Virtuoso
"So hostile... I only asked for aid," SCP-035 did as he was told and sat down.
"How are you today? Good, I hope? Nothing ailing you? You would tell me if there was, wouldn't you? I do worry for you, having to work with the freaks that think gassing my chamber is a way to get me to co-operate," He said in a friendlier tone. He did wonder how she was, as he'd only heard her voice twice in the past. It was a distinctive voice; it was a voice he could recognize over the usual monotone and rasping noises the others made. He forced the now corpse of what was a D-Class personnel to smile; his interviewee couldn't see it, but he thought of it as a friendly gesture.
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"How are you today? Good, I hope? Nothing ailing you? You would tell me if there was, wouldn't you? I do worry for you, having to work with the freaks that think gassing my chamber is a way to get me to co-operate," He said in a friendlier tone. He did wonder how she was, as he'd only heard her voice twice in the past. It was a distinctive voice; it was a voice he could recognize over the usual monotone and rasping noises the others made. He forced the now corpse of what was a D-Class personnel to smile; his interviewee couldn't see it, but he thought of it as a friendly gesture.
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Creepypasta Hound
I always Smile!
SCP-0411 circled around in it's cell dragging the metal tail tip on the floor which scrapped the flooring sounding much like a chair on tile as spark a flew. As it listens to the Scientists talk it lifted it's head staring in the direction of where it thought the men were. SCP-0411 growls sensing the tension.
Dr. Smith smirked "I can't visit an old friend? I did miss you a lot...especially your case...those flames, the deaths...you truly live up to your SCP number." He said stepping closer. His eyes fell onto the new SCP "Ooo new friends?"
@MoltenLightning
Dr. Smith smirked "I can't visit an old friend? I did miss you a lot...especially your case...those flames, the deaths...you truly live up to your SCP number." He said stepping closer. His eyes fell onto the new SCP "Ooo new friends?"
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Dr. GeraldDr. Gerald backed up upon seeing the man approach, his hands searching for a secret button to inform the guards about a threat. Instead, of course, his fingers fumbled and found a different sort of button. He swiped his card near it for access, seeing the lid lift up. Mind clouded in fear, he pushed it without reading the label. A shrill sound screeched suddenly, putting Dr. Gerald further into stupor.
Red lights blared, sirens screamed, and the two doors containing the SCPs in front of him opened up into each others' rooms. The two cells were now abridged, and the doors on either side were starting to open. So, in short, the doors to their freedom had begun to open. Dr. Gerald's face went white when he realized thats what the crazed doctor in front of him wanted. He looked at the man bitterly, but her made a move to stop the doors. Oh god, please... He frantically searched for the button to close the doors again, with the lights and sounds clotting out his sense it was becoming increasingly difficult. Those two could not escape!
LyssaLyssa scratched her cheek absentmindedly. "'I'm fine, 035. But, like I asked before, do you have any-" she was cut off by the red lights going off. What was this!? She jumped out of the seat, looking at the announcment boards around her. They read:
DOORS OPENED WITHOUT PROPER AUTHORIZATION, WING C-2... SCP RELEASE IMMINENT.
It repeated this phrase several times. She quickly jolted out of her stupor, rushing towards the wing. "What the hell is going on!?" she shouted to herself over the sounds, only after realizing she had left 035 all on his lonesome. Crap, the guards there are amateurs! She was conflicted on what to do, but she had to deal with the threat at hand! She hoped to god 035 wouldn't convince the guards to... She couldn't think of it, and continued forward.
Red lights blared, sirens screamed, and the two doors containing the SCPs in front of him opened up into each others' rooms. The two cells were now abridged, and the doors on either side were starting to open. So, in short, the doors to their freedom had begun to open. Dr. Gerald's face went white when he realized thats what the crazed doctor in front of him wanted. He looked at the man bitterly, but her made a move to stop the doors. Oh god, please... He frantically searched for the button to close the doors again, with the lights and sounds clotting out his sense it was becoming increasingly difficult. Those two could not escape!
LyssaLyssa scratched her cheek absentmindedly. "'I'm fine, 035. But, like I asked before, do you have any-" she was cut off by the red lights going off. What was this!? She jumped out of the seat, looking at the announcment boards around her. They read:
DOORS OPENED WITHOUT PROPER AUTHORIZATION, WING C-2... SCP RELEASE IMMINENT.
It repeated this phrase several times. She quickly jolted out of her stupor, rushing towards the wing. "What the hell is going on!?" she shouted to herself over the sounds, only after realizing she had left 035 all on his lonesome. Crap, the guards there are amateurs! She was conflicted on what to do, but she had to deal with the threat at hand! She hoped to god 035 wouldn't convince the guards to... She couldn't think of it, and continued forward.
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Creepypasta Hound
I always Smile!
The sirens screeching caused SCP-0411 to look up seeing that the massive doors and gates we're now opening. The freedom it always had talked about was now taking places, it got to its paws and dashed forward with frightening speed.
"Rounding the corner now over."
"We have visual contact of SCP-0411 over...."
The expendable personnel had raced to the locations of the SCP before splitting into two groups. The group after the hound like SCP made visual contact soon after. The newest recuits we're shaking visibly as the SCP crept forward slowly before sitting down with it's head lowered.
The expendable personnel stopped moving as to not trigger any attacks.
"I want my mommy..." the dark wailing voice of an evil child hit their ears "SCP-0411! Go back to your cage!" One of the men shouts.
"Mommy...I want my mommy!"
"I repeat SCP-0411 go back-"
Without warning the guard dropped dead as blood spilled from his chest as a metal tip was removed. Clicking and growling SCP-0411 raced forward killing the other men.
From where Dr. Gerald and Dr. Smith stood the screams of the dying men could be heard. "oOh the Games have started!" Raising his chainsaw Dr. Smith charged at the other laughing madly.
"Rounding the corner now over."
"We have visual contact of SCP-0411 over...."
The expendable personnel had raced to the locations of the SCP before splitting into two groups. The group after the hound like SCP made visual contact soon after. The newest recuits we're shaking visibly as the SCP crept forward slowly before sitting down with it's head lowered.
The expendable personnel stopped moving as to not trigger any attacks.
"I want my mommy..." the dark wailing voice of an evil child hit their ears "SCP-0411! Go back to your cage!" One of the men shouts.
"Mommy...I want my mommy!"
"I repeat SCP-0411 go back-"
Without warning the guard dropped dead as blood spilled from his chest as a metal tip was removed. Clicking and growling SCP-0411 raced forward killing the other men.
From where Dr. Gerald and Dr. Smith stood the screams of the dying men could be heard. "oOh the Games have started!" Raising his chainsaw Dr. Smith charged at the other laughing madly.
Bandicat
The Virtuoso
The sudden, over-bearing siren called; his interviewee's sudden departure. It was happening again. Yet another chance at getting out of this prison.
"Hello, is anybody still there?" SCP-035 stood from his chair "I could really use some assistance,"
A voice returned his call, it was new; an unusual voice, too young to be old but too old to be young. A strange in-between. "Hello, c-could you please stay in your seat."
"Please, I beg of you. I need your aid. This mask here, it's been stuck on my face for quite a while, and I worry what might happen if I don't remove it." 035 used this excuse each time he could; it had worked once before, so why not try it again. There was a short silence, followed by a whimpering voice.
"I-I need you to just... Just stay where you are!" The 'young' man demanded, but knew wasn't going to happen.
"Do you see the switch there, on the wall? I know it's there, the one that unlocks my doors. I promise you that when I get out, I will protect you. You can come with me!" 035 cooed, trying to appeal to the man's obvious terror in the face of a containment breach.
"Yes, I see it,"
"Good, now flick that switch, and come in here. I'll need some help removing the mask," The corpse 035 had control over was becoming more and more useless by the second, so much so that he now struggled to move both arms. The loud noise of the doors unlocking came to both 035's shock and delight. The 'young' guard wandered into the room, visibly shaken by the events that had suddenly taken place. 035 couldn't move the corpse now, but he knew it didn't matter. Without a word, the guard removed the mask from the now-unrecognizable D-Class, and placed it carefully on his own face. In an instant, the gun the guard had been holding fell to the floor; his mind was now blank, and easy to re-wire. A new host for the Tragedy mask.
"Hello, is anybody still there?" SCP-035 stood from his chair "I could really use some assistance,"
A voice returned his call, it was new; an unusual voice, too young to be old but too old to be young. A strange in-between. "Hello, c-could you please stay in your seat."
"Please, I beg of you. I need your aid. This mask here, it's been stuck on my face for quite a while, and I worry what might happen if I don't remove it." 035 used this excuse each time he could; it had worked once before, so why not try it again. There was a short silence, followed by a whimpering voice.
"I-I need you to just... Just stay where you are!" The 'young' man demanded, but knew wasn't going to happen.
"Do you see the switch there, on the wall? I know it's there, the one that unlocks my doors. I promise you that when I get out, I will protect you. You can come with me!" 035 cooed, trying to appeal to the man's obvious terror in the face of a containment breach.
"Yes, I see it,"
"Good, now flick that switch, and come in here. I'll need some help removing the mask," The corpse 035 had control over was becoming more and more useless by the second, so much so that he now struggled to move both arms. The loud noise of the doors unlocking came to both 035's shock and delight. The 'young' guard wandered into the room, visibly shaken by the events that had suddenly taken place. 035 couldn't move the corpse now, but he knew it didn't matter. Without a word, the guard removed the mask from the now-unrecognizable D-Class, and placed it carefully on his own face. In an instant, the gun the guard had been holding fell to the floor; his mind was now blank, and easy to re-wire. A new host for the Tragedy mask.
MoltenLightning
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LyssaLyssa bolted down the halls, glancing at the labels of the wings she went down. However, she felt a chill down her spine, causing her to cease movement and hover her hand over her magnum pistol. She drew it out slowly, glancing around her surroundings. She turned on her radio, forgetting to tune in. She immediately regretted it because she heard some poor cadet's voice cut off after a slashing of metal and the sound of a child laugh. Her insides flipped, but she had to steel herself. Gritting her teeth, she listened in agony as more screams could be heard in static clouded terror. Her feet became weighted bricks; there was an extra need in effort for her to even move.
She shook her head in drowsy torpor. The situation was obfuscating her demeanor. At one point, she realized that something wasn't right. Her body hit the ground, and she was no longer able to move. What was this?! She managed to look about and see that she was next to SCP-795... The door was open, and she saw the black bunch of fur. Oh god. She closed her eyes and hoped the worst would not come to hand. Monsters, everywhere...
Dr. Gerald666 was indeed a strange number, but it almost made sense in Dr. Gerald's mind. He was very... Destructive when he got excited. As the chainsaw came swinging, he almost didn't move. But, fortunately, fate was on his side. Dr. Gerald ducked underneath the chainsaw, becoming astonished it even existed. How in the blue blazes? He thought, before sprinting out of the room. He knew this doctor was mad, but wasn't he obsessed with SCPs!? Why would he try killing one?
Dr. Gerald just lost his only understanding of this crazed man, the only knowledge he had of the man's motives. Even at the face of death, he had to ask. He was a scientist, after all. The life of adventure thrilled him! "What on Earth is you motivation then, Dr. Smith? Is killing me going to help you further your goals or something absurd like that? Hmm?" He questioned, ready to jump out of the way at a moment's notice. He really did want to know how his colleague descended into madness... And what he wanted to do now. For science, of course.
She shook her head in drowsy torpor. The situation was obfuscating her demeanor. At one point, she realized that something wasn't right. Her body hit the ground, and she was no longer able to move. What was this?! She managed to look about and see that she was next to SCP-795... The door was open, and she saw the black bunch of fur. Oh god. She closed her eyes and hoped the worst would not come to hand. Monsters, everywhere...
Dr. Gerald666 was indeed a strange number, but it almost made sense in Dr. Gerald's mind. He was very... Destructive when he got excited. As the chainsaw came swinging, he almost didn't move. But, fortunately, fate was on his side. Dr. Gerald ducked underneath the chainsaw, becoming astonished it even existed. How in the blue blazes? He thought, before sprinting out of the room. He knew this doctor was mad, but wasn't he obsessed with SCPs!? Why would he try killing one?
Dr. Gerald just lost his only understanding of this crazed man, the only knowledge he had of the man's motives. Even at the face of death, he had to ask. He was a scientist, after all. The life of adventure thrilled him! "What on Earth is you motivation then, Dr. Smith? Is killing me going to help you further your goals or something absurd like that? Hmm?" He questioned, ready to jump out of the way at a moment's notice. He really did want to know how his colleague descended into madness... And what he wanted to do now. For science, of course.
AriaPsiana389
Hellish Zoroark
SCP-3657 was confused when the doors opened. She stared at it in caution and surprise, though it turned into some sort of smirk when no one was on the other side. She chuckled and made her way towards the door. So the humans messed up? This was her chance!
SCP-3657 trotted down the hallway, tail swaying happily behind her. Any humans that told her to go back? Now a pile of ash. Though one human refused to burn. She huffed, a different game to be played this time. She shifted, standing upright and bones and muscles changing to accommodate her new flesh.
"Hey there hun." She winked, "Mind letting me pass?" She inched closer when the human didn't react, "Please? I don't want to get eaten..."
She faked a tear, looking scared and blushing slightly. On the inside she was mentally killing herself for being so nice to a human.
The human was an idiot. They let out a stream of stutters and let her pass. SCP-3657 skipped down the hallway with a smirk, making sure to burn the human once they turned their back.
SCP-3657 trotted down the hallway, tail swaying happily behind her. Any humans that told her to go back? Now a pile of ash. Though one human refused to burn. She huffed, a different game to be played this time. She shifted, standing upright and bones and muscles changing to accommodate her new flesh.
"Hey there hun." She winked, "Mind letting me pass?" She inched closer when the human didn't react, "Please? I don't want to get eaten..."
She faked a tear, looking scared and blushing slightly. On the inside she was mentally killing herself for being so nice to a human.
The human was an idiot. They let out a stream of stutters and let her pass. SCP-3657 skipped down the hallway with a smirk, making sure to burn the human once they turned their back.
Bandicat
The Virtuoso
035 made his way out of his chamber. Finally, maybe this was his chance to be free. He scanned the halls, making sure that any resistance or obstacle between him and freedom wasn't waiting for him. The only significant things he could see were scorched remains and burnt walls down the right corridor. Maybe following this trail might lead him to an SCP who could safely get him out of this place. The corpses could provide a temporary host if his current one were to fail on him. Feeling confident in his speculations, he followed the scorched trail.
MoltenLightning
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Lyssa managed to get up, pushing herself off of the ground. Something wasn't right though. She noted the fact that the corridor was much, much larger than she remembered... She glanced behind herself, seeing that there were flame marks and scorching corpses. Lyssa frowned, feeling the need to contain these creatures whatever it meant. Running down the long corridor, she was surprised at her own speed. Now she just has to get... Her gun. She had left it on the ground apparently, because it no longer remained holstered at her side. As she turned around, the black clot of fur that had been 795 was walking after her casually.
Huh? Lyssa moved around the cat cautiously, eyes wide. She sprinted towards the place she had left her gun sitting, then grasped for it. With her... Paws. She gasped, startling herself enough to fly into the air. She landed on all fours, staring down at her brown paw. Oh god. She saw 795 approaching again, and this time Lyssa felt her neck hairs rise. Lyssa flashed past the cat, unintentionally headed towards the charred hallway. Her senses doubled in keenness, and she felt something bad nearing her.
As she rounded a corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. The mask! She placed a paw forward out of habit, then shouted, "What are you doing out here, 035?!" After she asked, she realized that she was a cat. How on Earth would she intimidate him!? Lyssa kept her ground however, hissing. A thought came to her. His effects don't work on animals... This could work in her favor. She smirked inside, staring the porcelain mask down. 795 caught up finally, sat next to her, and started licking its paw.
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Huh? Lyssa moved around the cat cautiously, eyes wide. She sprinted towards the place she had left her gun sitting, then grasped for it. With her... Paws. She gasped, startling herself enough to fly into the air. She landed on all fours, staring down at her brown paw. Oh god. She saw 795 approaching again, and this time Lyssa felt her neck hairs rise. Lyssa flashed past the cat, unintentionally headed towards the charred hallway. Her senses doubled in keenness, and she felt something bad nearing her.
As she rounded a corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. The mask! She placed a paw forward out of habit, then shouted, "What are you doing out here, 035?!" After she asked, she realized that she was a cat. How on Earth would she intimidate him!? Lyssa kept her ground however, hissing. A thought came to her. His effects don't work on animals... This could work in her favor. She smirked inside, staring the porcelain mask down. 795 caught up finally, sat next to her, and started licking its paw.
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The sudden voice was quite the surprise, but 035 recognized the tone.
035 let out a somewhat dry chuckle, noticing that 'SCP-795' was sat next to the hissing 'cat' "What have you gotten yourself into now, my dear?" He made his way towards the two cats "And it was a member of the guard who let me out, so you might want to bring it up with them, hm? I merely took the opportunity when I had it." He said, smug. He knelt down and pet the 'cat' "Now, my dear, if you don't mind, I have places to be; you have fun now." SCP-035 stood back up, hearing a crack in the spine of his host as he did, and continued following the charred path. He could take the cat with him, and he'd hoped 'SCP-795' would at least follow him, as their properties could be of great usefulness; for now, 035 was perfectly capable of making it out on his own. Having too many people (or animals) following him would become a liability.
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035 let out a somewhat dry chuckle, noticing that 'SCP-795' was sat next to the hissing 'cat' "What have you gotten yourself into now, my dear?" He made his way towards the two cats "And it was a member of the guard who let me out, so you might want to bring it up with them, hm? I merely took the opportunity when I had it." He said, smug. He knelt down and pet the 'cat' "Now, my dear, if you don't mind, I have places to be; you have fun now." SCP-035 stood back up, hearing a crack in the spine of his host as he did, and continued following the charred path. He could take the cat with him, and he'd hoped 'SCP-795' would at least follow him, as their properties could be of great usefulness; for now, 035 was perfectly capable of making it out on his own. Having too many people (or animals) following him would become a liability.
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Lyssa bounded after him, her own speed surprising her. 795 was still pursuing her for some abnormal reason, but she ignored him for now. Lyssa ran in front of the man with a mask. "You pulled one of your awful tricks, I just know it! You're lucky I don't have gun right now. But..." She drifted off, thinking. "I'll stop you, got it? Escaping isn't going to do you any good, not in the least. What will you even do in the world?" she questioned, really curious. She really needed to stall him... Placing a firm paw in front of her, she awaited an answer. Though, being a cat, her mind wandered the longer she remained like this. She even began thinking of fish, at one point. She had to keep her head in the situation, but it was hard when so many things were so enticing... She kept looking up at the masked man either way, though felt her attention slip more than once. And it only became worse as time drove on, and she hated it.
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AriaPsiana389
Hellish Zoroark
SCP - 3657 was back in her Kirin form. She turned and sniffed, she could hear voices. Over the scent of charred flesh and other things, there was what she thought was two cats and some sort of human. But this human smelled of decay. It intrigued her, she tilted her head in curiosity. After a moment of thought, she decided to go and look, hooves clicking on the floor.
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The Virtuoso
He shook his head "and what would you do, even if you had the gun? Hm? From my knowledge, I don't think a gun would provide much help, especially not now," He knew what she was doing, but he couldn't just leave a conversation; 035 had unfortunately gained manners during his host time. "A good question though. What will I do when I escape? I suppose I don't know, but that just adds to my need for an escape, doesn't it? How am I supposed to know if I don't-" His train-of-thought was stopped in it's tracks by the sound of hooves clicking on the hard floor; 035 turned around to see what looked to be an overly decorated horse-like creature. It strode towards them with a sense of self-importance, or so it seemed from 035's perspective. He glanced toward the cat "and who might this be?"
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Lyssa was about to say something, until the strange dragon-horse thing appeared. She didn't recognize it, but it seemed like it was one who made the fire. She did read up on the Foundation's SCPs, and those one just happened to be one of 'em. Vaguely, it was something she remembered. "Um... 3657... I think. That's about the extent of my knowledge though. This situation just keeps getting worse, doesn't it?!" she complained after elaborating. How many things could happen to make this any worse!? She put her paw on her face, feeling helpless. Stupid cat body! A meow could heard behind her, and she turned to see 795 sitting down idly flicking his tail behind him. She approached the sitting 795. He seemed to want to play around, as he lowered his head and placed his paws out in front of him. Hm. Lyssa felt suddenly compelled to interact with this other cat. It was a very odd feeling. But she couldn't help it! She lept at the other cat and they both tackled each other in a ball of fur, playfully smacking the other or doing things normal cats would do. Lyssa really hated herself at this point.
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The Virtuoso
"They seem to be," He sighed "So 3657 is it? What might you be doing here then?" He asked whilst absentmindedly picking up Lyssa; now wasn't the time to be unprofessional in-front of a threat, and now certainly wasn't the time to loose what trace of human you had left. He guessed that this '3657' had created the burnt hallways. He felt a paw batting his leg; 795 wasn't pleased with their playmate's departure. Hopefully, 795 would follow him in an attempt to get their friend back, which could become quite useful should they find any guards. A cat can't do much with a gun. This '3657' would be most useful, if they were the one who created the charred mess. 035 had almost seemed to have planned his escape, but without much knowledge of where exactly things were, he couldn't really see his plan come to life. They had to find SCP-079 if they wanted to ever see sunlight, but again, where was he? 035 knew of his existence, but not of his location. If only encouragement worked on the cat that was wriggling slightly in his arms, before she's completely feral, she would hold knowledge of 079's location - but as most staff here do - she'll keep her mouth sealed.
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SCP - 3657 looked at them curiously, "So you are the ones with the strange scent." She snorted, "Yes, I'm 3657." She observed the trio in front of her. She'd heard of the mask and the cat before, but she didn't know whom the brown cat was. There was a faint human scent on the feline, so she guessed a victim of 795.
"Some idiotic human must have slipped up. The door to my cell was open." She looked at the mask, "I feel sorry for you, 035, having to use a human as a host."
"Some idiotic human must have slipped up. The door to my cell was open." She looked at the mask, "I feel sorry for you, 035, having to use a human as a host."
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Lyssa was abruptly taken from her playmate, and blinked a few times. She shook here head, trying to remove the urge to just jump from 035's arms and tackle the black feline. The dragon-horse began talking, snapping her partially from her trance. "You don't need to worry about it, you monster! Get back in your cell!" she shouted, hackles rising. Why were they rising? She didn't even... Huh? Her eyes widened at the sudden thing coming down the hall. Was that... A bear? A teddybear? What...? She did NOT like whatever it was, every instinct was telling her to run.
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The Virtuoso
"Well, you learn to live with it. I'd rather a human than nothing at all." He replied. He'd always wondered what it would be like to take over something other than a human, but it was beyond his capabilities, surprisingly. He gently pet the hissing Lyssa "Now's not the time to be making enemies," He said, because he didn't want to end up like the many burnt corpses that covered the hallways, and he highly doubted she did either. Her fur was rather soft, or from what his weakened sense of touch could tell anyway.
From behind '3657', 035 believed he spotted a... Teddy-bear coming down the hall towards them. What? Really? A Teddy-bear... Yet another thing 035 never expected to see in his time here. He believed he knew of this bears identity though, he had heard the researchers talk of a '1048', and their description seemed to match the character of this...Teddy-bear; their were so many 'SCP' being kept prisoner in this place that it could go by a combination of whatever number imaginable. He didn't know much about '1048', but he doubted it could do much harm, if hurt them at all. Why would a fellow 'SCP' hurt another? Aren't we all in the same predicament? It seemed like a traitorous act to 035, but not everyone seemed to share his mindset.
From behind '3657', 035 believed he spotted a... Teddy-bear coming down the hall towards them. What? Really? A Teddy-bear... Yet another thing 035 never expected to see in his time here. He believed he knew of this bears identity though, he had heard the researchers talk of a '1048', and their description seemed to match the character of this...Teddy-bear; their were so many 'SCP' being kept prisoner in this place that it could go by a combination of whatever number imaginable. He didn't know much about '1048', but he doubted it could do much harm, if hurt them at all. Why would a fellow 'SCP' hurt another? Aren't we all in the same predicament? It seemed like a traitorous act to 035, but not everyone seemed to share his mindset.
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