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I didn't say that, at least. I've done enough research this side of the fourth wall to write a crappy paragraph or two of technobabble on the subject, if you like?
I'll Surface the memories of other individuals inside SCP-3142's brain to talk to him:
Hello there. How are you today, Polyester? You seem to be in distress. You will be fine, nothing bad will occur to you. *Shudders at what really will happen to him*
No, Drinking vodka will most likely cause a riot in London. I'm sure I will survive.
"As... convincing as your comfort is, I can't help but notice your shuddering. I must comment that it's not cold outside, and you seem well clothed. I can't help but doubt what your proposing. Would you mind not sugar coating the details? That would be rather nice." SCP-3142 forced some sound resembling a forced laugh, combined with a fake smile. "I do appreciate you calling me by my name, and I am sure you have the best intentions as such."
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RIP: Politics, Philosophy, News, and Science
You were a good section.
"As... convincing as your comfort is, I can't help but notice your shuddering. I must comment that it's not cold outside, and you seem well clothed. I can't help but doubt what your proposing. Would you mind not sugar coating the details? That would be rather nice." SCP-3142 forced some sound resembling a forced laugh, combined with a fake smile. "I do appreciate you calling me by my name, and I am sure you have the best intentions as such."
(You wouldn't see me shudder, you would just hear a voice of an old man inside your mind, but I'll let it pass for once.)
Personality: The subject seems to be rather verbally aggressive, and constantly inquires on the situation at hand, often times getting angry if his demands are not met. Not surprisingly, this happens quite often.
Gender: Presumed to be a male, however, tests have been unable
Age (optional): Unknown
Powers (SCP only): Subject seems to be bullet retardant, and blunt force weapons seem to have no effect. He shows obvious symptoms of being a sentient creature, and seems to be very intelligent, and has remarkable perception.
Bio: SCP-3142 was first discovered in a supposedly abandoned house in a long abandoned house in London. SCP-3142 was discovered upon the houses collapse, after the house was cleared to make way for an apartment building. A loud yell was heard as the house collapsed, and emergency crews were on the scene within 30 minutes. The house was in complete shambles, and the emergency crew deemed that anyone inside was most likely dead. After the wreckage was cleared, SCP-3142 was found in the wreckage holding his journal. After one of the members of the crew touched SCP-3142, the subject grabbed his arm to help himself up. The crew member noted SCP-3142’s strange skin later. After he refused medical services, he proceeded to grab a few more journals from the wreckage, and headed off. The crew member found another journal, dated of 1850. The journal stated the subject’s name, and a detailed note of numerous occupations. The note hinted of criminal activities, and was turned into an intelligence agency, who concluded the handwriting matched journals seised from SCP-3142. After the foundation obtained this information, SCP-3142 was apprehended by the foundation, and is currently being transported into the foundation site. He is currently about to enter the site, with numerous escorts.
They have already taken notes. In Doing so, they will start to run tests as to what you are. To them, you are to be kept from humanity forever.The man who saw your strange skin was terminated. You no longer have connections out of here. None of us can leave.
You will be experimented on. Over and over, until you die (Which I am certain YOU will not.). But if you still do, talk to me. I can reach outwards, through space and the very essence that I have been called.
My name is Father Time. It is a pleasure to meet you.
*I will transmit a memory of F.T. Quin sitting in a lush chair like the scene from the Giver. He will be smiling.
Now, I wish to talk to someone else, another peculiar mid called The Observer.
* I will switch my focus over to the Observer's Mind*
"Hello there Friend. I just moved here from site-13. May I ask why you intend to do...that... When your experiment is complete?" (You gotta tell me, I'm the Father of time.)" Don't worry, no one can hear us. Talk."
About four voices where speaking at once in the mind of UA-233, all of them overflowing and overwhelming 2032, not one of them replying or even acknowledging 2032
((You aren't getting me to spill my plans that easily))
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
(No, I meant it's knowledge that F.T. knows. If you haven't thought up any plans yet that's fine, but I just wanted to know.) Using memories to overflow his mind and quiet the voices, I say to him, "Hello there, Observer."
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Despite the dire circumstances, the comfort of the voice in his head somehow managed to calm him down, despite its own warnings. He wasn't going to die here, no matter what they did. Perhaps he can outlast them. If he's lucky enough, maybe humanity might pull something off that could help him, as unlikely as that seemed, he sure wasn't going to give up hope. Human augmentation is under development after all, and it's only a matter of time before humans start attempting to improve themselves using the technology available, and it was unlikely that whatever organization managed to capture him would be able to stop it, or so he hoped. He took his attention to the rest of the container, noticing 1 side was obviously meant to be opened, soon, hopefully.
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You were a good section.
As the door slid shut again, Sperix sighed and sunk down to the floor. So, they were running some basic tests with her. But, she felt like those researchers were... patronizing wasn't quite the right word... underestimating her. Although, this was only the beginning, so that's to be expected. Still, she wasn't a dumb wild animal and she wouldn't die from one cut, even if it had drawn blood. She knew she healed a little slower than other creatures, but not that slowly.
Anyway, it would probably be a while before she had any more company after that "failed" experiment or whatever. She didn't want to attack anyone or anything, she just wanted their trust. That might be fun for everyone involved. And what better way to earn trust than to help them? The researchers clearly wanted to know just what she was, so why not help them out a little by expressing herself? Hm... what could she do... Sperix looked around her cell for materials, but there was nothing but the hidden cameras up in the corners, and destroying one of those wouldn't win her any respect. Plus, she couldn't reach them anyway
Instead, she checked her internal power. She was getting somewhat hungry, but still had quite a lot of electricity stored. Getting an idea, she walked over to the back wall. To test it, she fired off a bolt of electricity at the concrete wall, feeling the great familiar rushes throughout her body. To her satisfaction, it left a small scorch mark on the wall. Sperix shot off countless more bolts one after another, each leaving a small blackened area. Eventually, she was finished and backed away from the wall, exhausted, and running low on power. On the wall, she had drawn with the scorch marks, making what seemed to be a crude picture of a fish followed by a question mark. Her masterpiece done, Sperix laid down in the corner and tried to go to sleep. She would recharge in time, but for now, she hoped she hadn't been too greedy in her request.
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((I thought you might do that))
Sperix's eyes were slowly drifting shut. She was exhausted from her little stunt and sleeping was one of the best ways for her to recharge her power. However, there came a voice, one that she hadn't heard before, a strange, deep, alien voice. She jumped up with a start and looked around the room in a moment of surprise. Nobody had come into the cell and there were no foreign electrical auras. She was being contacted by some form of telepathy. She did have her own form of telepathy and could read emotions with it fairly easily, but it was very, very difficult to read specific thoughts and nigh-impossible to implant her own thoughts. She very rarely even tried to do that because she wouldn't like to have anyone poking about in her mind, but now that's what was happening.
The voice was trying to comfort her for some reason, but Sperix felt a shock wave of anger and defiance surge through her. She was normally fine and tolerant to most everything, but there were a few things that she simply hated, and this was one of them. But first, how could she reply to this foreigner? She figured that if it was implanting its own thoughts, hers were already compromised. This idea injected additional fuel to the fire of defiance blazing inside her. How dare this stranger ransack her personal thoughts and history! Still, she could use this. And really, doing this was easier than actual speech.
A barrage of snarled questions flooded into Sperix's mind.
"Just who or what the blazes are you?! Why are you invading my mind?! What do you even want?! Who said I was in danger and how would you know I'm not!? And maybe most importantly, tell me right now why I shouldn't try to force you out of my head right now! I may have given up my physical privacy in coming here, but I draw the line at my mind! I'm willing to go to some pretty drastic measures to keep that line where it is! So you should have a very good reason for assaulting my privacy like this!"
Her attention was snapped back out to the physical world by the electrical auras of the researchers through the wall. They seemed to be panicking thanks to the picture she drew. This instantly smothered her inferno of rage, causing her to stare forward somewhat blankly. She had inspired fear... No... no matter what she did, she made someone panic. She didn't want people to be scared of her... Now even fewer people were going to visit her. She collapsed onto the floor in grief. Her picture had seemed so innocent, so what had scared them so much? She also wondered if Mister Stealing-all-her-Thoughts was going to mock her or something for this.
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MEMO: POWER OUTAGE IN SECTOR [REDACTED]. REPEAT. POWER OUTAGE IN SECTOR [REDACTED].
As Sperix laid on the ground, a creature walked in from the shadows. Walking swiftly, it cut a piece of its fur. Dark and fast, the scientists couldn't hear it. Sperix couldn't even feel the small amount of fur being cut away. She did hear this:
"It will be all right. Help is on the way."
MEMO: POWER HAS BEEN RESTORED. GO BACK TO YOUR WORK.
"THE HECK WAS THAT!?"
Julius was yelling at an engineer.
"I-I don't know s-s-sir. It just cut out."
"Things don't 'black out' here. FIND OUT WHO OR WHAT CAUSED THIS!"
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THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
((No, I have plans I'm just not allowing you to metagame, because that is what your character literally is.))
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
"Just who or what the blazes are you?! Why are you invading my mind?! What do you even want?! Who said I was in danger and how would you know I'm not!? And maybe most importantly, tell me right now why I shouldn't try to force you out of my head right now! I may have given up my physical privacy in coming here, but I draw the line at my mind! I'm willing to go to some pretty drastic measures to keep that line where it is! So you should have a very good reason for assaulting my privacy like this!"
"I am sorry for intruding. I was just trying to comfort you. I will bother you no more. You are in fact, alright though.
From the talk in the Cafeteria, it seemed to Dr. Taylor Baker that a small crisis of some sort was occurring. Not unusual, and he had no intention of it stopping him from finishing his lunch.
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Incident Report 4672
Incident Report 4672 is identical to Security Breach Incident X43
Incident:
4:15 AM: Person with a hat enters Site 17
4:23: Person enters room of SCP-343
4:45: Person leaves room of SCP-343
4:50: Person speaks to security personnel
4:53: Person enters cell of SCP-4672
5:03: Unknown person and woman with a hat leave cell of SCP-4672
5:07: Unknown person stopped by security guard, but continues after two minutes. Woman with a hat not stopped.
5:16: Unknown person and woman with a hat leave Site 17
7:02: SCP-4672 found to be missing from cell
9:23: Search called off, SCP-4672 presumed to be with the Serpent's Hand
Aftermath: SCP-4672 is to believed to have joined the Serpent's Hand. Involvement is suspected in Security Breach Incident X63 and Security Breach Incident X74.
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((Well, it doesn't really matter how much fur was removed, it mostly depends on how deep the cut was. The reason she could feel Redrick was because she actually has nerve connections in her fur, but only in the first 2 centimeters or so.))
Sperix was scanning the walls of her cell absentmindedly. She had failed. Everyone she had encountered had left more panicked than before. Then, the lights in her cell suddenly flickered, and then shut off entirely. Great. Bloody fantastic. There goes another source of respite for her. Now the entire area was smothered in complete darkness, only lit up what little power she had arcing between her fur occasionally. These guys ever heard of skylights? They're great. She sighed and put her head back down.
As the strange figure cut off some of her fur, Sperix could feel a small amount of her power discharge, but she ignored it, thinking it was just another arc of power jumping off of her. She was feeling quite stressed, so that was common. Due to being very tired, she almost missed the figure's words. This was real. She knew that because she couldn't understand it perfectly. Something about help though. Great, she loved random disembodied voices coming to try and calm her down when she was trying to sleep. Too late, she looked for foreign electrical auras, but the figure was already gone. Sperix collapsed again and thought about what the figure had said. Everyone seemed to think her goal was to break out of this place, but it wasn't. Why would she have come along willingly if it was? Although, now she might have ruined her chances and should try to get out. She would probably be blamed for this power outage too.
To her disappointment, the mental voice had also responded. Exhausted, she replied: "You thought you'd comfort me by having a strange voice invade my mind while I was trying to sleep? Yeah, thanks. Real comforting. Now just please leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to argue anymore. I just want to be left alone."
If I recall, you are doing one, or will be doing one soon.
I didn't say that, at least. I've done enough research this side of the fourth wall to write a crappy paragraph or two of technobabble on the subject, if you like?
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
"As... convincing as your comfort is, I can't help but notice your shuddering. I must comment that it's not cold outside, and you seem well clothed. I can't help but doubt what your proposing. Would you mind not sugar coating the details? That would be rather nice." SCP-3142 forced some sound resembling a forced laugh, combined with a fake smile. "I do appreciate you calling me by my name, and I am sure you have the best intentions as such."
RIP: Politics, Philosophy, News, and Science
You were a good section.
(You wouldn't see me shudder, you would just hear a voice of an old man inside your mind, but I'll let it pass for once.)
Personality: The subject seems to be rather verbally aggressive, and constantly inquires on the situation at hand, often times getting angry if his demands are not met. Not surprisingly, this happens quite often.
Gender: Presumed to be a male, however, tests have been unable
Age (optional): Unknown
Powers (SCP only): Subject seems to be bullet retardant, and blunt force weapons seem to have no effect. He shows obvious symptoms of being a sentient creature, and seems to be very intelligent, and has remarkable perception.
Bio: SCP-3142 was first discovered in a supposedly abandoned house in a long abandoned house in London. SCP-3142 was discovered upon the houses collapse, after the house was cleared to make way for an apartment building. A loud yell was heard as the house collapsed, and emergency crews were on the scene within 30 minutes. The house was in complete shambles, and the emergency crew deemed that anyone inside was most likely dead. After the wreckage was cleared, SCP-3142 was found in the wreckage holding his journal. After one of the members of the crew touched SCP-3142, the subject grabbed his arm to help himself up. The crew member noted SCP-3142’s strange skin later. After he refused medical services, he proceeded to grab a few more journals from the wreckage, and headed off. The crew member found another journal, dated of 1850. The journal stated the subject’s name, and a detailed note of numerous occupations. The note hinted of criminal activities, and was turned into an intelligence agency, who concluded the handwriting matched journals seised from SCP-3142. After the foundation obtained this information, SCP-3142 was apprehended by the foundation, and is currently being transported into the foundation site. He is currently about to enter the site, with numerous escorts.
They have already taken notes. In Doing so, they will start to run tests as to what you are. To them, you are to be kept from humanity forever.The man who saw your strange skin was terminated. You no longer have connections out of here. None of us can leave.
You will be experimented on. Over and over, until you die (Which I am certain YOU will not.). But if you still do, talk to me. I can reach outwards, through space and the very essence that I have been called.
My name is Father Time. It is a pleasure to meet you.
*I will transmit a memory of F.T. Quin sitting in a lush chair like the scene from the Giver. He will be smiling.
Now, I wish to talk to someone else, another peculiar mid called The Observer.
* I will switch my focus over to the Observer's Mind*
"Hello there Friend. I just moved here from site-13. May I ask why you intend to do...that... When your experiment is complete?" (You gotta tell me, I'm the Father of time.)" Don't worry, no one can hear us. Talk."
About four voices where speaking at once in the mind of UA-233, all of them overflowing and overwhelming 2032, not one of them replying or even acknowledging 2032
((You aren't getting me to spill my plans that easily))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
(No, I meant it's knowledge that F.T. knows. If you haven't thought up any plans yet that's fine, but I just wanted to know.) Using memories to overflow his mind and quiet the voices, I say to him, "Hello there, Observer."
Despite the dire circumstances, the comfort of the voice in his head somehow managed to calm him down, despite its own warnings. He wasn't going to die here, no matter what they did. Perhaps he can outlast them. If he's lucky enough, maybe humanity might pull something off that could help him, as unlikely as that seemed, he sure wasn't going to give up hope. Human augmentation is under development after all, and it's only a matter of time before humans start attempting to improve themselves using the technology available, and it was unlikely that whatever organization managed to capture him would be able to stop it, or so he hoped. He took his attention to the rest of the container, noticing 1 side was obviously meant to be opened, soon, hopefully.
RIP: Politics, Philosophy, News, and Science
You were a good section.
Waiting on a response for Redrick...
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As the door slid shut again, Sperix sighed and sunk down to the floor. So, they were running some basic tests with her. But, she felt like those researchers were... patronizing wasn't quite the right word... underestimating her. Although, this was only the beginning, so that's to be expected. Still, she wasn't a dumb wild animal and she wouldn't die from one cut, even if it had drawn blood. She knew she healed a little slower than other creatures, but not that slowly.
Anyway, it would probably be a while before she had any more company after that "failed" experiment or whatever. She didn't want to attack anyone or anything, she just wanted their trust. That might be fun for everyone involved. And what better way to earn trust than to help them? The researchers clearly wanted to know just what she was, so why not help them out a little by expressing herself? Hm... what could she do... Sperix looked around her cell for materials, but there was nothing but the hidden cameras up in the corners, and destroying one of those wouldn't win her any respect. Plus, she couldn't reach them anyway
Instead, she checked her internal power. She was getting somewhat hungry, but still had quite a lot of electricity stored. Getting an idea, she walked over to the back wall. To test it, she fired off a bolt of electricity at the concrete wall, feeling the great familiar rushes throughout her body. To her satisfaction, it left a small scorch mark on the wall. Sperix shot off countless more bolts one after another, each leaving a small blackened area. Eventually, she was finished and backed away from the wall, exhausted, and running low on power. On the wall, she had drawn with the scorch marks, making what seemed to be a crude picture of a fish followed by a question mark. Her masterpiece done, Sperix laid down in the corner and tried to go to sleep. She would recharge in time, but for now, she hoped she hadn't been too greedy in her request.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
I will tap into Sperix's mind. "Hello. Do not worry, you are safe."
"S-Sir?"
Julius looked up from his computer. "Yes?"
"Y-You might want to see this."
The scientist showed Julius the picture from Sperix's cell.
"...Wow. Get it something to eat. NOW!"
Julius then went on the memo.
I request that SCP-4518 be changed from Safe to Euclid. REASON: Intelligence.
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
Father chuckles at the memory of that happening. How clever...
"Hello Julius, may I ask what the most interesting new SCP to you? I have wondered about it for a while..."
((I thought you might do that))
Sperix's eyes were slowly drifting shut. She was exhausted from her little stunt and sleeping was one of the best ways for her to recharge her power. However, there came a voice, one that she hadn't heard before, a strange, deep, alien voice. She jumped up with a start and looked around the room in a moment of surprise. Nobody had come into the cell and there were no foreign electrical auras. She was being contacted by some form of telepathy. She did have her own form of telepathy and could read emotions with it fairly easily, but it was very, very difficult to read specific thoughts and nigh-impossible to implant her own thoughts. She very rarely even tried to do that because she wouldn't like to have anyone poking about in her mind, but now that's what was happening.
The voice was trying to comfort her for some reason, but Sperix felt a shock wave of anger and defiance surge through her. She was normally fine and tolerant to most everything, but there were a few things that she simply hated, and this was one of them. But first, how could she reply to this foreigner? She figured that if it was implanting its own thoughts, hers were already compromised. This idea injected additional fuel to the fire of defiance blazing inside her. How dare this stranger ransack her personal thoughts and history! Still, she could use this. And really, doing this was easier than actual speech.
A barrage of snarled questions flooded into Sperix's mind.
"Just who or what the blazes are you?! Why are you invading my mind?! What do you even want?! Who said I was in danger and how would you know I'm not!? And maybe most importantly, tell me right now why I shouldn't try to force you out of my head right now! I may have given up my physical privacy in coming here, but I draw the line at my mind! I'm willing to go to some pretty drastic measures to keep that line where it is! So you should have a very good reason for assaulting my privacy like this!"
Her attention was snapped back out to the physical world by the electrical auras of the researchers through the wall. They seemed to be panicking thanks to the picture she drew. This instantly smothered her inferno of rage, causing her to stare forward somewhat blankly. She had inspired fear... No... no matter what she did, she made someone panic. She didn't want people to be scared of her... Now even fewer people were going to visit her. She collapsed onto the floor in grief. Her picture had seemed so innocent, so what had scared them so much? She also wondered if Mister Stealing-all-her-Thoughts was going to mock her or something for this.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
All my maps, click here.
Then there's also a Youtube channel I'm somewhat involved in.
MEMO: POWER OUTAGE IN SECTOR [REDACTED]. REPEAT. POWER OUTAGE IN SECTOR [REDACTED].
As Sperix laid on the ground, a creature walked in from the shadows. Walking swiftly, it cut a piece of its fur. Dark and fast, the scientists couldn't hear it. Sperix couldn't even feel the small amount of fur being cut away. She did hear this:
"It will be all right. Help is on the way."
MEMO: POWER HAS BEEN RESTORED. GO BACK TO YOUR WORK.
"THE HECK WAS THAT!?"
Julius was yelling at an engineer.
"I-I don't know s-s-sir. It just cut out."
"Things don't 'black out' here. FIND OUT WHO OR WHAT CAUSED THIS!"
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
((No, I have plans I'm just not allowing you to metagame, because that is what your character literally is.))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
( yea, I am sorry.Won't ask again.)
"Just who or what the blazes are you?! Why are you invading my mind?! What do you even want?! Who said I was in danger and how would you know I'm not!? And maybe most importantly, tell me right now why I shouldn't try to force you out of my head right now! I may have given up my physical privacy in coming here, but I draw the line at my mind! I'm willing to go to some pretty drastic measures to keep that line where it is! So you should have a very good reason for assaulting my privacy like this!"
"I am sorry for intruding. I was just trying to comfort you. I will bother you no more. You are in fact, alright though.
Board: Center
Square: Lower middle.
Oh no
From the talk in the Cafeteria, it seemed to Dr. Taylor Baker that a small crisis of some sort was occurring. Not unusual, and he had no intention of it stopping him from finishing his lunch.
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Incident Report 4672
Incident Report 4672 is identical to Security Breach Incident X43
Incident:
4:15 AM: Person with a hat enters Site 17
4:23: Person enters room of SCP-343
4:45: Person leaves room of SCP-343
4:50: Person speaks to security personnel
4:53: Person enters cell of SCP-4672
5:03: Unknown person and woman with a hat leave cell of SCP-4672
5:07: Unknown person stopped by security guard, but continues after two minutes. Woman with a hat not stopped.
5:16: Unknown person and woman with a hat leave Site 17
7:02: SCP-4672 found to be missing from cell
9:23: Search called off, SCP-4672 presumed to be with the Serpent's Hand
Aftermath: SCP-4672 is to believed to have joined the Serpent's Hand. Involvement is suspected in Security Breach Incident X63 and Security Breach Incident X74.
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((Well, it doesn't really matter how much fur was removed, it mostly depends on how deep the cut was. The reason she could feel Redrick was because she actually has nerve connections in her fur, but only in the first 2 centimeters or so.))
Sperix was scanning the walls of her cell absentmindedly. She had failed. Everyone she had encountered had left more panicked than before. Then, the lights in her cell suddenly flickered, and then shut off entirely. Great. Bloody fantastic. There goes another source of respite for her. Now the entire area was smothered in complete darkness, only lit up what little power she had arcing between her fur occasionally. These guys ever heard of skylights? They're great. She sighed and put her head back down.
As the strange figure cut off some of her fur, Sperix could feel a small amount of her power discharge, but she ignored it, thinking it was just another arc of power jumping off of her. She was feeling quite stressed, so that was common. Due to being very tired, she almost missed the figure's words. This was real. She knew that because she couldn't understand it perfectly. Something about help though. Great, she loved random disembodied voices coming to try and calm her down when she was trying to sleep. Too late, she looked for foreign electrical auras, but the figure was already gone. Sperix collapsed again and thought about what the figure had said. Everyone seemed to think her goal was to break out of this place, but it wasn't. Why would she have come along willingly if it was? Although, now she might have ruined her chances and should try to get out. She would probably be blamed for this power outage too.
To her disappointment, the mental voice had also responded. Exhausted, she replied: "You thought you'd comfort me by having a strange voice invade my mind while I was trying to sleep? Yeah, thanks. Real comforting. Now just please leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to argue anymore. I just want to be left alone."
Sperix laid on the ground, and started to cry.
There's a difference between a hero and a champion. A champion overcomes threats, but a hero overcomes fears.
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