#SCP-2118

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Anomalous Employment Division

Description: As new anomalies appear in our world and other worlds, the ones we are already familiar with only get older and older. Thus, there's leaves three options for said anomalies leave them be, decommission and therefore Neutralize them, or utilize them. For those that can and should be utilized rather than neutralized they are debriefed here at the AED.

The AED is the dedicated to showing the more humane side of the Foundation by giving the contained anomalies a chance to benefit humanity rather than putting it in danger. As such the AED only works with sentient, humanoid, and non-hostile anomalies. All other anomalies are not in the jurisdiction of the AED. It should also be noted that SCPs debriefed by the AED are to no longer be referred to as my their SCP number or Code Name, instead they will be referred to by the names they originally had or the ones they chose for themselves. Upon completion of any training, augmentations, and treatment needed they will be referred to as Foundation Staff with Class F status. Class F status implies a Foundation staff member that has been affected by anomalous properties but is to not be contained, instead use their anomalous properties to further benefit the Foundation if at all possible.

SCP's commissioned:

- SCP-040/ Name: Dr. Evolution/ Current Age: 24/ Condition: Given Foundation lotion to prevent harm form UV rays and potential diseases. Trained by Foundation evolutionary biologists to understand her powers better/ Affiliation: Cryptozoology Division.

- SCP-049/ Name: Dr. Haselhurst/ Current Age: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: Begrudgingly agreed to work alongside the Foundation and only focus on the Pestilence as a side project rather than his main goal, is given a single Class-D every week as per agreement/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Biology and Health Division.

- SCP-053/ Name: Abby Johnson/ Current Age Biologically: 20/ Current Age Correctly: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: Is given a supplement to help her age like a normal human, at least until she reaches the age of 21. Is currently studying with the Fire Suppression Department to one day work with them. Is only allowed to visit SCP-682 once a month or more when testing is involved/ Affiliation: Understudy for Fire Suppression Department - Containment and Security Division.

- SCP-073/ Name: Agent Cain/ Current Age: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: is give regular therapy by Dr. Talic and has been equipped with [data expunged] allowing him to turn off his powers when not on missions/ Affiliation: MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-076-2/ Name: Agent Able/ Current Age: Unknown (Immortal)/ Condition: [data expunged]. Despite this, he is to only be deployed as a last resort, and never when Agent Thompson or Agent Cain is present/ Affiliation: MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-105/ Name: Agent Thompson Captain Iris Clef/ Current Age: 41/ Condition: Given a newly furnished room and complete freedom to wander Site-[data expunged] and has been promised to not only be properly trained but also better treated by Foundation staff. New equipment has also been promised as well as freedom to visit her friend Agent Victoria and her girlfriend wife Dr. Clef/ Affiliation: MTF Captain of Alpha-9 Division Dagger.

- SCP-134/ Name: Dr. Stella Starchild/ Current Age: 40/ Condition: Given an augmentation surgery to her ears to allow her to better percive her surroundings. She still can’t see but is able to tell where objects are and how to avoid bumping into people. She doesn’t like to talk so instead, she was taught ASL, JSL, CSL, BSL, and FSL. Had a particular interest with Theology and thus was taught in the subject as well/ Affiliation: Department of Tactical Theology.

- SCP-166/ Dr. Meri Clef/ Current Age: 43/ Condition: given a necklace made by the Foundation that is able to suppress her anomalous abilities without harming her in any way/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Psychology and Therapy Division.

- SCP-191/ Name: Agent Cidney Victoria/ Current Age: 40/ Condition: Given several surgeries with the regenerative cybernetic flesh of Tau-5 units and thus she now has their capabilities, their strength, their speed, their regeneration, their immunity, and can now talk. She still doesn't need to eat but does so out of joy/ Affiliation: MTF Tau-5.

- SCP-239/ Name: Dr. Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir (Agent Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir)/ Current Age: 38/ Condition: Received therapy from Dr. Corvio and Dr. [data expunged]. Later trained to properly control her powers by MTF Hecate-A: Real Magic/ Affiliation: Department of Technology, Alchemy, Science, Magic and Warfare (Mobile Task Force Commander of Hecate-A: Real Magic - Oracles Third Eye.)

- SCP-347/ Name: Agent Claudia Rains/ Current Age: 56/ Condition: Reluctantly trained by MTF Specialists in covert operations, hand to hand, and close quarters combat/ Affiliation: Spy Agent for MTF Delta-5 and MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-507/ Name: Agent John Hopper/ Current Age: Unknown (Assumed to be in 40s or 50s)/ Condition: Was given a Collar made with vibration crystals and created by the DTASMW to keep him in our reality. He can now only jump into other realities when he wants too. Like before he is still immune to the hazards of other realties. Given monthly therapy sessions with Doctor Rover/ Affiliation: Emergency agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Dagger.

- SCP-590/ Name: Dr. Thomas Jack Shaw/ Current Age: 43/ Condition: Has been given a Foundation supplement that restores his health should he ever use his powers. Has been taught by Dr. Haselhurst and Dr. MacQuoid in medical science and how to use advanced Foundation medical tools, equipment, and medicine. Regularly sees Dr. Clef to ensure his mental health doesn't deteriorate/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Biology and Health Division.

- SCP-734/ Name: Agent David Founder/ Current Age 15/ Condition: Raised by two AFA-3's designed to be immune to his powers. Taught him the values of life, the SCP Foundation, and the great use of his powers. Is given regular psyche evaluations by Dr. Corvio/ Affiliation: Mobile Task Force Alpha-9

- SCP-1360/ Name: Agent Hector/ Current Age: Unknown/ Condition: [Data Expunged]/ Affiliation: MTF Tau-5.

- SCP-1985/ Name: Agent Jacqueline Johnson/ Current Age: 42/ Condition: Given complete control of the anomalous abilities of the device through Dr. Stefansdottir. She can now travel to any reality she likes and temporarily alter her body to become accustomed to that reality or gain abilities that are considered common place within that reality/ Affiliation: Field Agent within the Department of the Impossible.

- SCP-2118/ Name: Researcher Carly Love/ Current Age: 14/ Condition: Given a mask that suppresses her anomalous outbursts; has been given different masks with different styles for fashion purposes. Has been adopted by Dr. Susan Love and sees Dr. Talic on a monthly basis/ Affiliation: Understudy for Department of Universal Affairs.

- SCP-2192/ Name: Researcher Milaya Atomic/ Current Age: 13/ Condition: Has been given bath bombs containing chemicals that sooth her damaged body and with time should give her new skin. If this doesn't work, she is to be given a full body bio suit that will act as her skin. There is also the construction of her armor that should allow her to control the radiation emitted from her body. Regularly receives training from Agent Wells and psyche evaluations from Dr. Talic/ Affiliation: Understudy for the Anomalous Employment Division.

- SCP-2241/ Name: Cameron Crusader/ Current Age: 10/ Condition: Receives training from Dr. Stefansdottir and therapy sessions from Dr. Clef/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-2273/ Name: Captain Alexei Belitrov/ Current Age: 55/ Condition: Received proper therapy from Dr. Carvio and the suit was repaired and upgraded by the Department of Technology, Alchemy, Science, Magic and Warfare. He is now able to take suit off and on at will/ Affiliation: Captain of MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-2639/ Names: Agent GRRGRL, Agent WTF_STFU, Agent BOOGER/ Condition: Thanks to the Church of Maxwellism the Foundation was able to manifest immortal bodies for each of them that will simply respawn in an area close to where they died. They can now even see the world for what it is and are even able to interact with the world normally and modify their bodies to appear how they want. They can also manifest any SCP-2639-B item they desire at any time they want. SCP-2639-C has also been upgraded to ensure that the three of them won’t have to worry about death by other means. Furthermore, the Church of Maxwellism also made [data expunged] to ensure that if the computer does get destroyed the three of them will simply go to [data expunged] which is a sort of digital afterlife for Maxwellists/ Affiliation: MTF-Omega-9 (Sometimes works with MTF Tau-5)

- SCP-3293/ Name: Cooper Wells/ Current Age: 12/ Condition: Trained by Dr. Stefansdottir to understand and control his anomalous abilities. Has secretly received memetic therapy to regulate his chaotic behavior and desire to create more complex and often destructive devices/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Alpha-9

- SCP-4051/ Name: Agent Rainer Miller/ Current Age: 30/ Condition: Trained by Foundation medics to understand the contents of medicine so he could manifest them, trained by Foundation engineers to understand phones and other useful devices, and trained by Foundation MTF’s to better understand melee and firearm weapons. like all approved by the AED is allowed to visit his family when not on missions and has his abilities suppressed. is also regularly given therapy by Dr. Clef/ Affiliation: Agent of MTF-Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-4494/ Name: The Specter/ Current Age: Unknown/ Condition: Was given a [data expunged] to allow him to [data expunged] as to prevent another “breakdown of the concept of crime” scenario form happening as well as a [data expunged] so that the Foundation can contact him on missions, especially ones relating to his anomalous state/ Affiliation: Agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-4818/ Name: Leora Lightfoot/ Current Age: 20/ Condition: Was trained by Agent Wells to control her powers/ Affiliation: Agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Sword.

- SCP-5239/ Name: Blane Veers/ Current Age: 21/ Condition: Given Therapy sessions by Dr. Clef. Trained in MTF tactics and many types of thaumaturgic spells and rituals/ Affiliation: Captain of MTF Beta-777.

- SCP-5419/ Name: Quincy Koothrapali/ Current Age: 9/ Condition: Given weekly therapy sessions by Dr. Clef. Also trained in MTF tactics and war strategies/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Demeter-4.

- SCP-6101/ Name: Ethan Prosper/ Current Age: 5/ Condition: Non-Anomalous currently, but thanks to SCP-[data expunged] we know he will gain anomalous abilities by the age of 9. Though of course this might not happen as most things given The Reset, but until he becomes of age, the Foundation will continue to monitor him/ Affiliation: Civilian life. Future Candidate for MTF Alpha-9 Division Spear.

- SCP-AAS/ Name: Agent McGee Commander Charlie Wells/ Current Age: 48/ Condition: trained to control her power and unleash her full potential without hurting others/ Affiliation: MTF Alpha-9. (Sometimes works with MTF Epsilon-9)

- SCP-ABL/ Name: Dr. Mathew Wells/ Current Age: 43/ Condition: Receives therapy on a biweekly basis with Dr. Corvio, given gloves by the DTASMW that allow him to heal anyone regardless of their religious affiliation and won't cause him to change at all/ Affiliation: Fire Suppression Department - Biology and Health Division.

- SCP-ACP/ Name: Dr. Carrie Yalemin/ Current Age: 24/ Condition: Has been cured of her mental trauma and her life is no longer under the influence of the Scarlet King thanks to Project [data expunged] created by Dr. Zeek/ Affiliation: Department of Tactical Theology.

- SCP-ACV/ Name Emily Valant/ Current Age: 39/ Condition: Her twin SCP-ACV-2 has been forced under a medical procedure to make him clinically braindead. She has inherited all his abilities as a result without his psychotic behavior. Still regularly sees Dr. Rover for therapy sessions on a month basis/ Affiliation: Personal trainer and tutor of new recruits for MTF Alpha-9.

- SCP-AGC/ Name: Agent Tree Gelbman/ Current Age: 29/ Condition: Given medical treatment for the recoil of her abilities and therapy from Dr. Rover. Train in basic and some advanced military combat skills and tactics/ Affiliation: Member of MTF Alpha-9 Division "Shield"

- SCP-AGT/ Name: Agent Jodie Jaden Holems/ Current Age: 33/ Condition: Given proper housing for himself and his four friends as well as their newborn child they are raising together. Also was given the ability to transition from female to male thanks to Dr. Zeek/ Affiliation: Member of MTF Hecate-Alpha "Real Magic" Division "Sorcerer's Staff".

- SCP-AKT/ Name: Agent Matilda Honey/ Current Age: 34/ Conditon: Given proper housing for herself and her adoptive mother. Was allowed to take on her dream job as a school teacher for children within the Foundation/ Affiliation: Member of MTF Alpha-9 "Last Hope" Division "Shield", part time teacher of the Foundation.

- SCP-ASZ/ Name: Cody Morgan/ Current Age: 16/ Condition: Has been given therapy on a weekly basis by Dr. Corvio. Trained by Dr. Stefansdottir to keep his powers in check and better control them/ Affiliation: Future candidate for MTF Alpha-9 Division Spear.

- SCP-AZJ/ Name: Agent David McGowan/ Current Age: 37/ Condition: Received monthly therapy from Dr. Talic and special training form Agent Wells to keep him sane and his powers strong. Affiliation: Agent of MTF Alpha-9 Division Dagger (Sometimes works with MTF Delta-5)

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End Note: By Order of the 05 Council even after being processed by the AED certain anomalies are still required to do cross testing and other experiments. However, there will be more leniency with regards to protocol “Anomalous Lives Matter” as well as the fact that they are Foundation staff now.

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SCP: HMF - Departments and Divisions Hub

[ijumpbridges]

Guys! You giys have to see this fromt he wiki! It's adorable.

I teared up on how beautiful it was. It's kinda wholesome.

[via-the-ghoul]

Oldish refs for some kid Scps.

Design notes:

053 has a 682 plush because she deserves it

204 was included for funnzies

Same could be said for 1076

2017 is in her “only person in the room” wear

[lunarlight-souls]

Children of the foundation

[ahbonjour]

SCP Aesthetics: 2118

SCP-2118 presses its forehead against the glass, staring at where camera 03 confirms Researcher Anselman was standing. After 5 minutes of inactivity, camera 72 shuts off.

(blue/orange, demands, childhood)

[burningmuses-blog]

SCP-4161: “Afton”

Item #: SCP-4161

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4161 is to be kept within a sealed container with complete video surveillance from every possible angle. Three guards are to be kept stationed outside the container from 12 AM to 6 PM, but at any other hours of the day only one guard is to be stationed. The guards are to have standard issue weaponry and a device from SCP-4161′s place of origin dubbed a “Spring Lock Wrench” in the event of containment breach.

The entrance to SCP-4161′s chamber is only to be opened during any hours of inactivity for cleaning or maintenance every week by Class-D.

In the event of a minor containment breach, the guards are to shoot at SCP-4161′s leg joints to immobilize it before using the Spring Lock Wrench to prevent further movement of any sort before returning it to its chamber.

Description: SCP-4161 is a tall animatronic at the height of 7’ 3" designed to look like an anthropomorphized yellow rabbit. Its body has suffered environmental decay resulting in various holes developing on its body, a singular ear has succumbed to that same decay and has be reduced to only half of itself, in addition, SCP-4161 has lost any covering of its metallic feet.

Through the holes and other decayed parts of its body, various decaying or mummified organs can be seen intertwined with mechanical components and wires. Testing has proven that these exposed organs and other flesh are not connected to SCP-610 in any way.

SCP-4161 has been observed having inactive and active hours that are usually consistent with only a few deviations on the ████ of █████, ████ of ████, and ████ of ███. No correlation between SCP-4161 and these dates have yet to be made. Just before going inactive it has been observed that SCP-4161 will sit down, possibly showing that these periods of inactivity aren’t involuntary.

For possibly supernatural reasons, any video recording devices that are attempting to record SCP-4161 will result in the video being filled with static. Despite this, the cameras placed within SCP-4161′s containers can still monitor it at acceptable levels. In the event of completely visual monitoring failure, audio systems will serve sufficient enough until visuals are restored. Whatever force does this to video devices does not seem to affect any living creatures.

Anyone caught within SCP-4161′s area without a way to escape is guaranteed an almost certain death if not prepared enough to survive until SCP-4161′s inactivity hours. SCP-4161′s method of killing has been seen to involve psychological torture through the use of keeping hidden and inching closer to the captured person before inducing a heart attack in them through the use of a loud howl and its own gruesome imagery.

Despite its appearance, SCP-4161 moves in a very fluid and human like movements.

SCP-4161′s most often seen sitting slumped over somewhere within its chamber.

Addendum: SCP-4161 has been seen being inquisitive of, or occasionally aggressive towards, SCPs 1076, 134, 2118, 040, 191, 321, and any other SCPs that resemble children for unknown reasons. In addition, SCP-4161 has shown both aversion and curiosity towards SCP-956, possibly for the same reasons he is that way towards the child resembling SCPs.

[sindaima]

SCP-2118 - 声無き子 (http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-2118 ) © ahbonjour CC-BY-SA

[sinsekai20130227]

SCP-089 SCP-1076 SCP-1454-JP SCP-2118

[random-person-number-52]

Yes hello I would die for SCP-2118 thank you and goodnight

[your-lil-pal-bendy]

((I'm.... too sad to do this... but... i think i can do this... a log of... me talking to SCP-2118))

The... next chat will... say it

[ao3feed-scp]

by DarkLord935

In which Skulduggery is captured by the SCP foundation and befriends SCP-507. Takes place around Mortal Coil.

Words: 1191, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Skulduggery Pleasant - Derek Landy, SCP Foundation, Demon Road Series - Derek Landy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Skulduggery Pleasant, SCP-507 (SCP Foundation), Valkyrie Cain, Amber Lamont

Relationships: Skulduggery Pleasant & SCP-507

Additional Tags: skulduggery is an scp, outsider pov, Alternate Dimensions, Interdimensional Travel, skulduggery is low-key traumatised, Alternate Universe - SCP Foundation, val shows up briefly, the faceless ones get a brief mention, demon road references, amber lamont gets a cameo, so does scp-2118, scp-507 gets a cat, no beta we die like ghastly

[lunarlight-souls]

Little Floofs!

[ahbonjour]

something gay for my scp buds

They first met when Anselman came out of his disciplinary hearing.

Lavoie was waiting for him, fine blond hair, watery blue eyes, anger. “You really fucked with her, you know?”

Anselman bristled, brown eyes flickering behind unstylish glasses. “I just got chewed out in there. I don’t need more here.”

“She’s my patient, she—”

“It. It’s an it, not a she. It’s not your patient.”

Lavoie stepped back, narrow eyes, buck teeth. “You had no right.”

“None of us has a right.” Anselman hunched, a big man feeling very quiet and small. “I didn’t mean to fuck anything up. I’m sorry.”

“You ought to be transferred.”

“They can’t. The lemon doesn’t trust anyone else. I’ve tried to get him away from me, but.”

Lavoie rolled his eyes, watery blue eyes, long legs. The hallway was empty as he walked away, his leather shoes making a soft squeak like a dying mouse as he left Anselman behind.

They didn’t speak again for two weeks. They had no reason to, they were assigned to different projects, they had different disciplines. They passed each other on the way to their respective children and looked at each other, unstylish glasses and watery blue, and they tried to figure out how the other one worked.

Lavoie confronted him outside of the dormitory snack machines, because of course he did. It was late, they were both in pajamas, Anselman was clutching a fistful of Snickers bars. Lavoie said, “Why do you hate them?”

Anselman tried to find a witty retort, but he was too distracted by Lavoie’s matching pajamas, button down and sky blue and white slippers. Who dressed like that? “Who?”

“The SCPs. The human ones.”

Anselman blinked, slow. He didn’t wear matching pajamas. His pajamas were plaid flannel bottoms, and a ‘where’s the beef?’ t-shirt. “I don’t hate them.”

“Of course you do. I saw the 2118 tapes, I saw how you put 3424 in a locker. Why would you do that if you didn’t hate them? Your pain—”

“My pain,” Anselman interrupted, smacking Lavoie in the chest with a Snickers, “is my pain alone. No one here knows—”

Lavoie barked a laugh. “Everyone here knows. Everyone here has felt your pain. It feels special to you, but it’s not special.”

Anselman wanted to yell, but he settled for flinging a candy bar at Lavoie and storming back to his room. He slammed the door and it didn’t reverberate, which he resented. If he had stayed, he would have seen Lavoie stare after him, head cocked to the side like a golden retriever, blond hair, watery eyes. He would have seen Lavoie eat the candy bar.

Two more weeks passed. They didn’t look at each other in the hallway anymore.

They didn’t see each other again, see each other, until they saw each other in the snack machine alcove, late at night. This time, Lavoie was getting something—a Nature’s Valley granola bar. The hard kind that turned to dust when you unwrapped it.

Anselman had seen the figure down the hallway, but when he saw who it was, he stopped short, snack token held tight in his sweating hand. Lavoie looked at him like a raccoon caught in a motion sensor light. They were both still, afraid to blink, like two cryptids catching sight of each other in the woods.

Slowly, like one backs away from a bear, Lavoie stood and smoothed down his matching sky blue pajamas. “I’m sorry.”

Anselman lowered his hands, straightened his spine, adjusted his unstylish glasses. “For what?”

“For what I said. I shouldn’t have belittled—”

“Not belittled.”

“Minimized. I shouldn’t have minimized your pain.”

That’s right, Anselman thought. You shouldn’t have. “Thank you.”

Lavoie nodded and stepped aside for Anselman to get his candy. Anselman approached, dropped his coin in the machine, perused the options. He was about to press a button when Lavoie said, “You lost your son.”

He said it softly. It was nearly gentle if it wasn’t so accurate. Anselman swallowed. “Yes. He was eight.”

“How long ago?”

“Seven years.”

“Were you married?”

The hum of the snack machine, the bright white lights. He jabbed at his selection. “Yes. She divorced me not long after. I threw myself into the Foundation.”

Lavoie laughed, but this one was hollow. “Like embracing the void.” He picked at his granola bar. “Where is she now?”

“Why do you care?” Anselman demanded. Lavoie shrugged. “Remarried. She has a new family. She seems happy, but I don’t know.” The Snickers bar dropped. “Now you.”

“Now me what?”

“Yours. Tell me yours.”

Lavoie hummed, picked at his granola bar. Fine blond hair brushed his forehead, and Anselman wanted to touch it. “There’s not too much to tell. My family died when I was nineteen. Mom, dad, brother and sister. Car accident, they were hit by a semi.” He shivered. His voice was soft and factual. “I was in school, six hundred miles away.”

Anselman placed a big, soft hand on Lavoie’s sky blue shoulder, and felt the thin man shudder. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I wanted to….”

“I know. Me, too.”

Lavoie’s voice dropped to a whisper, and he said, lips barely moving so the cameras wouldn’t catch it, “I started working here because I loved it, the weird stuff, the wrong stuff—but when I met the humans they were all my sister, and they were all my brother. I can’t help but humanize them.”

The hairs on Anselman’s arms stood on end. “Don’t say that.”

“Don’t tell anyone I did.”

Anselman nodded, and pocketed his candy bar, and went back to his dorm without looking back.

They asked questions in the hallway, now. They crossed paths twice a day, once on the way to their assignments, and once on the way back. They each got one question a day.

Anselman asked, “Is that your actual hair color?”

And Lavoie smiled and said, “Yes.” And on the way back he asked, “Do you really need those glasses?”

“Yes. Why do your pajamas match?”

“I like the way they look, and how they feel. They’re very soft. What did your t-shirt mean?”

“Where’s the beef? Like Wendy’s? Come on, Lavoie. How do you stand those granola bars?”

“I crush them up and eat the bits out of the bag. Do you ever get cavities from that much candy?”

“No, I’ve got strong teeth. Worst I get is a headache. Who do you hang out with outside of here?”

“No one. My best friend is Dr. Wu, she’s in observation. Do you have any friends?”

“I have you, I think. Do you play any instruments?”

“A little cello. Do you play sports?”

“A little football. What’s your name?”

“Charles. What’s yours?”

“Peter. Nice to meet you, Charles.”

“Likewise, Peter.”

Another two weeks before they saw each other at night again. This time, Anselman swung his door open, snack token tight in his hand, and found Lavoie staring back at him, fist raised as if to knock. They stared at each other, watery blue, unstylish glasses. Bated breath.

Lavoie lowered his hand and raised the other one, proffering a Snickers bar. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you came to me?”

“Wu is in dormitory C. You’re closer.” He smiled, and Anselman realized while he had seen Lavoie laugh many times, he had never seen him smile. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” Anselman stepped aside, and he watched Lavoie walk into his room. He stared at him for a second, long legs, beautiful eyes, and then he closed the door. Lavoie’s hair stuck up at the back, and Anselman wanted to fix it. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to touch him.

Lavoie was looking at him, eyes shimmering with their constant moisture. They almost glowed in the dim light of the glow-in-the-dark stars Anselman had stuck to his ceiling. Lavoie blinked, and looked around. “Nice room. I like the stars.”

“Thanks.”

Lavoie poked at the desk chair, totally covered in dirty laundry. “No chairs.”

“Didn’t anticipate company,” Anselman replied, and he knew he sounded gruff, and he knew he sounded nervous. “You can sit on the bed.”

“Thanks.” Lavoie did, he moved to the bed and perched on the edge, looking at Anselman with an expression he couldn’t parse, like code, like anart. A self-contained anomaly. Anselman sat next to him, and their knees almost touched. Lavoie stared at them, at the knees that almost touched like parallel lines, and then he said, “I’m gay.”

Anselman jolted like he’d licked a lightbulb socket. “What?”

“I’m gay. I just…wanted you to know that. I thought it might be important.”

“Why?”

“Because—I don’t know. Because of what we’re almost doing.” Lavoie looked up into Anselman’s unstylish glasses. “What are we doing?”

“Talking, we’re…” Anselman swallowed. “I haven’t, in a while. Not since my wife left.”

“We’ve been flirting, right? In the hallways?”

“Some, I think.”

“Do you want to?”

Anselman’s heart was pounding and his throat was dry. Unthinkingly, he tore into the Snicker’s bar, cheeks burning. He wanted to touch Lavoie. “I think so.”

“If you don’t want to—”

“I want to.” He swallowed the bite of candy and set the rest, unwrapped, on his bedside table. “I want to, but it’s hard. Not because you’re a guy, but because—I’ve told you things I haven’t told anyone here, and I don’t know why. You’re pushy, and you’re honest, and I like your smile, and I haven’t kissed anyone in nearly ten years. It’s been a while. I don’t know how to do this anymore. I want to touch your hair.”

Lavoie wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at his bedside table. He wrinkled his nose at the chocolate. “That’s how you get ants.”

Anselman laughed, a real laugh, one from his chest, and Lavoie looked up at him with his watery blue eyes crinkled in a smile. Without pausing to let his brain come up with more excuses, Anselman pushed his big hands into Lavoie’s hair, letting them glide over the fine blond strands, and he kissed Lavoie. He kissed him and it tasted like granola, and chocolate, and it knocked his unstylish glasses askew. He kissed him and he felt safe. He kissed him and light began to bloom inside of them both like the light from the snack machine.

[your-lil-pal-bendy]

Interview #12 (me talking to SCP-2118)

Me: SCP-2118? SCP-2118. Wake up

SCP-2118: [you're not supposed to be here]

*SCP-2118 has begun trembling, indicative of the approach of SCP-2118-01. After 32 seconds SCP-2118 begins speaking in the voice of a post-pubescent male.*

SCP-2118: Dad? [Why are you making me to do this?]

Me: Dewey?

SCP-2118: I'm scared, Dad.

Me: Don't be. You're manifesting in the voice of SCP-2118, she—((Why did i say this? I'm dumb))

SCP-2118: what happens after we die?

Me: What?

*SCP-2118 has grown visibly distressed and angry; as it signs; Its movements are less fluid and more jittery*

SCP-2118: No, i know, but i thought you might have some ideas. What with your job and all. [Did you really think you could really talk to him?]

Me: Dewey, you're gone. You're supposed to know what happens after we....

SCP-2118: It's okay, dad. It really is. I love you. [He's dead. They're all dead. I can't be him for you. I can't be anyone] ((...i can't... take this anymore... i'm... not telling more than this))