#Clef: *chuckles* I'm in danger.

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Doctor Clef: *is strumming the ukelele in the break room when his phone rings* Hm?

Doctor Clef: *picking it up* Hello-

Doctor Kondraki: *loud enough for the entire room to hear* Why the HELL did you tell 34779-A that BDSM stands for Burgers, Drinks & Salsa Music?! He just tried to invite Jack and Simon to come to a BDSM party!

Doctor Clef: *doesn't want to admit that he just felt uncomfortable explaining that to 'the kid'* ...I thought it was hilarious.

Doctor Kondraki: YOU- What was that, Walls? *Wally's mellow voice is heard but not clear enough for Clef to understand*

Doctor Kondraki: *in a fatherly voice* Yes, yes, okay, I'll explain it to you in a sec. *to Clef* We are NOT done talking about this. *hangs up*

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Snow Bunny

Abel is getting mopey, and when Big Brother gets mopey, unfortunately a few D-Class tend to get really really dead. I heard from Iris he'd like to touch actual snow again, this gives me ideas. Granted, my ideas might just result in my very own List, but... I've kinda always wanted to have a snowball fight with my brother, a real problem as biologically I'm an only child. No matter, I have two awesome older brothers and a equally awesome younger sister now... so, snowballs at ten paces it is!

It's Thursday, and much like a certain fictional main character in a Douglass Adams novel, I can never quite get the hang of Thursdays. Something always goes wrong. This Thursday, it was the "Oh Shit!" alarm blaring. I check my clock, it's not even 6 am. Rude.

"The following personell are to report to 076-2 Containment stat: Agent Dimitriov, Agent Thompson, and Agent Rabbit. All other staff report to your designated safe zones and await further instructions. Dimitriov, Thompson, Rabbit, get moving."

The next thing I know, I'm getting called by Iris.

"Hey, on my way now. Any idea why he's cranky this time?"

"It's really dumb, but... Dimi says he misses snow."

"Nah, not that dumb. But... grab your gloves, and tell Dimi to bring his and a pair for Big Brother. He wants to see snow? I can help with that."

"Done. I'm almost there, better hurry Sis."

I reach Containment before Dimitriov, who while complying looks confused. Iris is waiting at the end of the killing corridor, gloved and hatted. There's an awful lot of angry crashing and smashing in Big Brother's cube, better get to making it snow. I extend my left hand, and start with a light flurry of large flakes, good snowball snow. Dimitriov is both confused and amused. Meanwhile, Iris is trying to talk to Abel through the stone. By the time I'm up to my knees in snowball material, he's heading out. And is hit in the nose by Dimitriov, a braver but more foolish soul than I. The snow slides down his nose in a comic manner, causing Iris to laugh. Abel bends down, picks up some ammunition, and hits Iris in the left shoulder.

What follows is a bit blurred, turns out if Abel even lobs snowballs he's dangerous. I swear, that first hit I took to my right forehead was an ice ball. Suffice to say it was the Epic Snowball Battle of many a kid's dreams. We even dragged the MTF boys into it when Site Command sent a squad into check on us. Poor Mike got both a black eye and a concussion. The fight ended with the three of us, and the ten MTF guys left standing, pelting Abel with so much flying frozen projectiles he retreated into his cube, soaked and shivering.

"Mark my words, sweet sisters... next time we battle like this, I will prevail!"

"Against a walking snow machine? Unlikely!" I shouted at the slamming door. We're just as cold and damp, but... totally worth it. Even if all three of us have to do Keter Duty for getting the MTF involved. Commander Mike's a good sport, though. Dr. Glass walks in, takes one look at the thirteen shivering, rather moist victors, and... sends out for hot chocolate. He looks at me, winks, then walks off to write the incident report, softly chuckling. And now... I have a new nickname from Simon... Snow Bunny. I'm never going to live that down, especially now it's caught on with Dr. Clef as well.

[fuzedatti]

XV. Kul-Manas Cycle

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—This door has marked my destiny for millennia, without this door, my work here would lack of purpose.– Hands caressed the damaged wood in front of him. —So many years of research are stored behind this piece of wood.–

The blonde watched the french from a safe distance, admiring the gate. They had made a short trip to England to meet again with the said portal.

—The last time I was here, I was captured along with Dýo; Bright tried to persuade the King and his court, but as you yourself said, we immortals have no power against eternals.

—But you're not an immortal, are you?

—No, at least not before.

The door was opened by the doctor who immediately entered when he saw the brightness hit his mask. His clothing was now restored and striking; Clef wore an arachnid-like mask, with a heavy yellow cloak draped over his back.

—You blend in pretty well,– Clef said. —It is because you are already from here.

—Was it a lie when you said you had come here to discover my past?–

—A truth and a half if I make myself clear.– He cleared his throat. —I did not enter here, I have contacts in this directory of dimensions.–

As they walked, the Alaggada natives laughed and enjoyed their hedonistic lifestyle, chatting about trivial things in different languages. The couple arrived at a point a little far from the city to talk without being heard by others.

—Drama lovers,– Louis said, watching the natives whisper about their hiding place. —They see something out of place and start spreading rumors like a plague.–

Louis's disgust captivated Clef, who was able to assume his scowl under his mask. He gave a small laugh to continue his talk.

—So tell me, what exactly do you have to do with this place?

The doctor looked at him out of the corner of his eye to answer. —I'm what you might call a messenger, someone who communicated royalty between realms.–

Clef approached him dangerously, using the same tactic from yesterday to intimidate him a bit. —You know what I mean, "Louis", if that's what your real name is.–

—My name is what it is, why would I change it?– He replied. —Unless you mean who was in another life.

—Yes that's what I mean.

—I must clarify that I am not Kul-Manas, rather, I am a reinterpretation of what he once was.

—My sources weren't wrong then.– He chuckled. —What happened to him?–

Louis paused for a moment to make sure no one was listening. —The Black Lord killed him.–

Clef was not surprised.

—I have no recollection of his life; Emotions at most, but concrete memories... I'm afraid not.

—Are you his reincarnation?

—Hmm...–Louis thought. —Your concept of human reincarnation is not compatible with mine.–

—So...?

—I wasn't born after his death, in fact, I was already a grown man when it happened.

Louis grabbed Clef's wrist to signal for him to follow. They passed through some busy corridors, the shifting bricks scraping against the silk clothes made a distinctive sound. As they walked, Louis continued his tale.

—I used to be an ordinary man, a doctor who lived his life in a quiet way.– His voice didn't change in tone even as they maneuvered their way through the crowd. —What constituted my humanity was replaced by the Kul-Manas state of being.–

They stopped at a crowded place, right in front of the non-Euclidean palace. The creatures around it were swarming each other trying to get into it, bumping into the clientele lining up at the props and food stalls. Clef was about to ask what was going on when he felt his body being pulled by inhuman strength and almost crashing against the wall of a narrow alley; But his impact was muffled by Louis's torso, who was looking intently at the crack that gave way to the crowd.

The creatures made space in a line, revealing a royal palanquin. Four beings carried the huge ornate sticks that supported the boxes of what seemed to be made of pure gold. It was more than thirty feet high, and almost half a mile long, full of jewels and statues reminiscent of Baroque architecture. It was not possible to see inside the well-covered boxes, but it was more than clear who they were to them.

—There they are...– Clef whispered.

The doctor separated their bodies to move behind the palanquin and enter the palace. The noise of the jewels and chains was deafening, while the crowd cheered and cried with joy when they saw their sovereigns. The pair got behind one of the creatures carrying the carriage, but Alto nearly screamed as he watched Bright's reanimated corpse to be the carrier of the heavy structure.

His mummified body was falling apart, the little humanity Clef had left was destroyed seeing his old friend like that. A single tear rolled down his cheek before being stopped by Louis.

—Stop moving forward.

He didn't realized the moment they were inside the castle, always changing shape. The doors slammed shut behind them and silence reigned for the next few seconds. The curtains parted to reveal the Emperor of Alaggada and his faithful companion. They looked bigger than he remembered, and he could feel Clef's dread growing. Both eternals positioned themselves in their respective places, each one creating an echo of chains and strings that got stronger every moment.

—I know you're there.

The Ambassador's voice rearranged all of Clef's thoughts in milliseconds, taking his breath away as he was quickly dragged towards the emperor's feet, leaving him kneeling against his will.

—Kul-Manas,– the King remitted. —You were here recently.–

—You call me by a name that does not correspond to me, my lord.

—And you give me a title that is no longer yours to say.– He answered. —Where is the Black Lord?–

—He lies on Olympus, my King, with the jewel of whom they made a lackey.– He turned to see Bright's body, about to be crushed by the palanquin. —Listen to my words carefully, I have no intention of repeating them.–

—Go ahead, I'm looking forward to it.

The Ambassador's silence worried Louis, who advanced towards the thrones at Clef's side. The raven removed his mask, ignoring all law within Alaggada, revealing his scar. The King tilted his head and approached him, creating a grotesque sound between the rope and his neck.

—All of you are ill.– He said looking coldly where the King's eyes should go. —You have the same disease as me, caused by the Black Lord, you are cursed.–

The Hanged King straightened up again and turned to see the Ambassador, who still didn't say a word.

—Your King and the Ambassador are not ill.– The King corrected. —But our Lords, I fear that they are not more than ephemeral.–

The King released Clef from his trance and tied a thousand ropes to his body, each one squeezing his weakest points and leaving him on the verge of death. A piercing scream was torn from his throat as he felt them slowly press against him. Louis flinched at the threat, not showing his concern.

—Now... Kul-Manas... what are your demands?

—Take me and Alto Clef to Olympus, and we will return with the corpse of the Black Lord so that the other Lords can heal.– His wound had begun to bleed, letting out that black blood run down his face and letting out some groans of pain. The King twisted a bit. —Do it or I break the cycle of Kul-Manas!–

The moment he said that, he released Clef, letting him fall to the ground with a crash. The other Lords arrived upon hearing the scandal, each with a scar similar to Nicephore's, bleeding and dying with it.

—You have become intelligent, Kul-Manas. You've earned yourself a deal.

The King twisted to reveal a million-fanged fauses and expel an acid-like liquid to the ground, which turned into a golden dust as bright as the sun itself.

—God's blodd,– Said the Yellow Lord. —Vaporized for trade on the metaphysical black market.–

The White Lord wept into the Red Lord's shoulder in pain, both bleeding from their masks just as Dýo used to.

—Just leave, kill the Black Lord and come back with his mask,– The Hanged King ordered.

—At your command, my majesty.

[theunderneath]

I want to say that you are indeed one of my favourite scps writer. I really enjoy your yandere alphabet so if you are still doing them could you do dr Kondraki?

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Have I done him before? Well I don't know so we're doing him again (maybe)! Now again I'm just stealing the alphabet from my wattpad story. So if it seems familiar, there you go.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? - He's kinda in the middle, he not stuck at your side 24/7 like Bright but isn't as bad as Gears with not showing affection. He likes neck kisses both receiving and giving, he likes the marking his Darling but at the same time likes the small kisses he receives. (All I can see is Y/N kissing Kondraki's neck and having him chuckling saying it tickles)

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? - He doesn't care much for it, he doesn't need to get dirty that much. He has the intimidation factor that can scare most people away. Some people can't be scared away (Clef, Bright, my version of Glass, Gears) that's when he'll either slaughter them or blackmail them.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? - Once abducted he would be cruel, he wouldn't mock his darling but they will be staying in the basement until they accept they're his. He doesn't really do anything that bad except keep them in the basement and ignore all they're pleads.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will? - Pictures, he takes lots of pictures. If he tells you you have to pose in a certain way you're going to pose in that way. Naked, in a swimsuit, underwear, anything. You will wear what he wants and pose in any way he wants, no arguing. Even pictures of his darling do sexual acts, though those would probably be taken in a long term relationship where the Y/N is already gone (He's not a rapist but he is a photographer).

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? - If he doesn't have his darling heart he's not gonna be showing any kind of vulnerability. He needs to be strong for them and he'll make sure he is. Further in the relationship, he'll open up more but that would have to be a year or two in the relationship.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? - Why... Just why. It's no use and it won't work, he does hate all of the screamings and crying, it's loud and obnoxious and it kind of makes him feel bad.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? - He doesn't see it as a game and will be a very grumpy man when you try to escape. He's like "Gotta wake up at fucking 2 am and go get my future wife." he's not happy, not at all. 

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them? - When the darling is running away and suddenly gets pinned to the ground hearing a very dangerous "Why do you have to run?" and hearing the breaking of your legs "Now you can't run." then being dragged back with your legs broken.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? - He wants to marry his darling and have at least one kid. He likes the idea of a perfect little family where he can escape all of the craziness of the foundation. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? - Yes, he does get jealous and will kill someone. He does find ways to cope, he'll make it obvious your his and no one else. He'll kiss his darling and be all lovey-dovey making sure the person trying to take his darling away knows it's not happening.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? - Less intimidating, he's definitely softer with his darling then others. He still pretty tough around the edges but less so with his darling, he tries to be a little more friendly. He doesn't curse as much, he talks more, he smiles a little, all that good.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? - He would probably just be friendlier, showing that he likes them more than other people. He'll leave gifts on the desk of there workplace (Even if it's isn't the foundation) you'll probably just assume it's a normal admirer..... until it starts getting creepy. Pictures of you at home, going to work, showering, maybe some pictures of dead coworkers who hit on you, all that good stuff. Also he refuses to sign anything with his first name, he just rather not.

-I'm putting a little sample of what I think he would write in a love letter-

I don't really do letters, I don't like them. So I'm keeping this short and simple. I'm going to confess to you per se, I'll come to get you behind the west building. Be there or else - Kon (Butterfly drawing)

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? - A little, he's not as cold as he usually would be. He also not as much as a dick he could be. He would be much more loving in later into the relationship, in the beginning, he'll be cold. Yeah, but what do you expect. He's an SCP doctor.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling? - Embarrassment. All those bad pictures he has taken, he would hang them up all over the room his darling is staying in. Every naked picture, all of the clothes he forces his darling to wear, all of those embarrassing poses. They would all be hung in the room for all to see, he would comment on the picture "Look at that one, so disgusting right. Man can't believe you wore that." he'd say something of the short until he thinks you had enough.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? - He's take everything away from his darling (Food, clothing, entertainment, etc...) then he'll slowly give them back. If his darling good they might be able to go outside one day, who knows. 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling? - Kinda patient depends on how much work he had that day. He can go from completely calm one day to yelling the next, somehow though. His darling always calms him down a little he just feels like seeing there face brightens his day, even if they're screaming and crying.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? - No, he wouldn't, he would probably kill himself. That is only if his darling dead. If his darling is leaving or successfully escapes, he'll give chase. He knows a lot of people/can intimidate people very easily so he can find his darling by asking for help. 

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? - He would feel a little bad about abducting his darling and putting her through all of his crazy shit. He won't let her go through, he can't bring himself to, he won't let you go no matter how much you weep. 

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? - All of his psychological damage, he fines his Darling like a crutch. His darling is like an escape from the real world for him. All of the shit that is the foundation isn't there with his darling. His darling is soft and warm, unlike the hard and cold foundation.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? - He thinks it loud and doesn't like it much. He can always just soundproof the basement and ignore the cries and screams. He doesn't like it much when his Darling isolates themself, he will just wait until his darling wants his affection.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? - He doesn't need to kill, he can just intimidate or use blackmail to get his way. I can't physically say anymore because there's not really any more does out of the ordinary......... He takes a lot of pictures though, so there's that.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? - There's not really any except just waiting until he lets his guard then hoping you are faster than him. Even then he probably already has a lot of bad photos he can use to threaten them to come back peacefully. If not then he'll reluctantly release all of the photos which will probably make everyone see you as some sort of whore or a person who likes taking photos in very weird position.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling? - That's a reluctant yes from him. He hates seeing his darling in pain but at the same time thinks it's a necessary precaution for your guys' happy life. He won't kill his darling and he won't cut off any limbs because he wants his darling in one piece.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? - He likes his darling a lot but he isn't yelling it from the rooftops and screaming at everyone like Dr. Bright. He kinda just likes them than most people and treats them better then he treats.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? - A year or two at the most, he can hold out a long time but he does have a breaking point. Something that pushes the breaking point closer is haveing his Draliing getting closer to any other man/woman in a romantic way. 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? - Probably there's a chance of him not breaking his darling but there's a high chance of him breaking his darling. He's a man of much determined, he will try his absolute best of breaking his darling.

[finiffy]

Kondraki puts on うずまき

Clef: *Chuckles* "I'm in danger."

Rest in pieces to Clef