#about then she can't hurt them or infect them with her poisonous brain

[musical-chick-13]

OCD: We don't know what the qualifications of "being a good person" are, or at what point you stop being one, so we're just going to avoid everyone all the time so we don't hurt them :)

Me: But if. You avoid people. How can you help them. Also what about the people you already know who have a vested interest in continuing to talk to you? Wouldn't this hurt them? This doesn't make any sense.

OCD: No :) It doesn't :)

Me: But then--

OCD: Good luck :) :) :)

[werezmastarbucks]

4. Fix it

part 4 out of 8

word count: 1428

The dust had set, and he collapsed on his knees, chewing on the iron in his mouth. Barry was exhausted, so exhausted that the sky pulsated in his eyes. His energy was so low he could just lay and sleep, but the adrenaline didn't let him stop. He kept scanning around with his eyes, thunder in his head still ringing from the fall. Everything was backwards, it was evil, what happened, he didn't know what to do. All his life, he ran. It was easy. He could run. Now his legs didn't work and his brain stopped communication with him. He felt like a little calf as her hand tried to lift him up.

"Barry", Diana took his forearm and pulled, and he couldn't resist, like a puppet. She forced him on his feet, and he saw her face, smeared with the dust. Dust, it was everywhere, sand like powder, poison, greenish-yellow, it made his throat hurt. Diana's own throat gave a weird sound, like she couldn't swallow something sharp. He watched her eyes intently. No. She was crying.

"Oh, don't tell me..."

"He's dead, Barry. I can't find the others. Help me, let's go".

Paralyzed, his legs were moving automatically.

Superman can't be dead, he thought. He thought he said it out loud, but no, only in his head. Superman can't be dead! he screamed like a boy. And again, no sound left his mouth. His thoughts flew on to all the kinds of consequences and finally, reached home. Oh no. Superman is dead.

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He was sitting, seeing only with one eye because half of his face was covered with a pack of ice. Curious, he thought, he was actually the only one who was hurt constantly and was visibly getting some treatment, because his regeneration went at turtle pace compared with the others. Funny! Diana, she was invincible. Aquaman, equally strong, it took a lot, and really, a lot, to hurt him. Cyborg - well, was a cyborg. Batman never let them see if he was ever injured, thinking it would lower the morale. Superman-

It never occurred to any of them that Superman could be actually killed.

Now they sat there like a bunch of idiots around the table, and Barry blinked with only one eye, thinking, now what?

Bruce took off his mask, and, laying on the table on its side, it looked like the remnants of what was left of his spirit. Barry felt light, almost sedated, because reality wouldn't hit him. No, it was like a tv show or something.

"What happened there?" Wayne asked. Somehow everybody knew that number two was Diana, and that all those grave questions were always addressed to her. She replied, looking at the table,

"He left me to go on and keep the Comers alone. We didn't know they had the stone".

"How would they even get it?" Victor asked. Barry's face was hot, he didn't know why exactly. Maybe he was crying, maybe, it was so swollen and infected that it was about to burst with some alien spiders.

"I should've held him, I should've grabbed him, we ought to know that they weren't coming in such small numbers unprepared", Diana pressed. Bruce rubbed his face really hard, smearing dust, paint and sweat on it. He looked thirty years older, a man with such a heavy, heavy load on his shoulders it was about to crush his spine again.

"Don't beat yourself up, Diana", Arthur responded. "If Bruce had shared the exact plan of the terrain, like was the initial idea, and let us..."

"We didn't have time", Bruce boomed, tiredly, "you've seen yourself, they started coming way before we got ready".

Arthur pointed a finger at him,

"The time, exactly. I told you before, back in April, remeber? The fish were talking..."

Barry drifted. He felt sleepy, disgusted with himself, for some reason. It felt like an exceptionally difficult level to beat, frustrating. The ice started to melt and drip down his face so he put it away on the table, and Bruce burst suddenly,

"Barry! I told you not to put liquid on this desk, time and time again! It's a computer!"

Like he was a ten year old misbehaving boy.

Diana almost slapped him.

"Don't take it out on him! Stop yelling!"

Barry froze, fixated on Bruce's distorted face. A thought came, reinforced by all of them one after another, with one word.

Time.

"I could go back and fix it", he said quielty. His jaw hurt, and he wanted nothing more, he thought with sudden warmth, than to come home and shyly complain to his roommate who always offered uncertain, but big hugs. All his pain was taken away immediately as he held her.

"Excuse me?" Victor asked.

"The kid banged his head so hard, he's glitching now", Arthur complained. Barry met Diana's piercing eyes.

"I could theoretically outrun the light. I've nearly done it once or twice. It's possible".

He licked his lips, thinking. To help, he wiped the pack of almost melted ice form the desk and started rubbing it dry. Then, he activated the computer and opened himself a note app.

He started doodling, solely to help him speak.

"When I move too fast, I break the barrier, and then the light gets left behind, which means the time is no longer fixed for me. If I can keep up long enough - say, ten or twelve seconds, - I can create quantum paradox. I'll develop such speed, above eight million miles, that it gets very hard to stop, and the momentum wil throw me further. I can go back before he shook you off, Diana, and save Superman".

He looked up. Diana's face had the horror expression he didn't expect.

"No", she shook her head. "No, no, Barry, you can't go back to the past. You... no".

The others were not so certain; Arthur was still contemplating the mechanics of it, it seemed, and Victor was piercing him with his red eye, as if checking if he had balls enough.

"How do you know it'll work?" asked Wayne.

"It might. I mean, what are we losing, right?"

"Everything!" Diana exclaimed. "Barry, you can make everything even worse. You don't mess with time, what's done is done".

"We just saw two countries wiped out in an hour", he said, surprisingly calm. The moment it came to him everything became so clear. He didn't feel like a boy deserving of lecture anymore. He felt... himself.

"And they're not stopping. We barely got away, and how many Comers are hurt? Three? They are probably moving towards Britain at the moment, and we don't have Superman".

"But we're still alive. We can do it. We regroup, we think, and we stop them", she pressed.

Wayne sat there like he was struck on the head.

"Bruce, tell him".

"Are you sure about it, Barry?" he asked instead.

Barry stood up to feel if his body still belonged to him. Oh how he would like a bath, a very hot bath, and to steal one of Y/N's bath bombs, and a smoothie, and a face mask (also hers), the one that smells like ginseng. He would love that so much. Instead, this grim decision made his spine crack and position itself correctly, supporting him whole.

"Yeah. We can definitely try. And if something goes south, I'll go back again".

"That's insane", Diana sank her face into her hands.

"Wait, you can really bring Kent back?" Arthur asked.

"I can go back, that's for sure. And if I go back, and think again, I can find a way to save him".

"What if you meet yourself?" Victor wondered. "Won't that create a paradox?"

Barry dismissed it with a wave of a hand.

"There won't be the other Barry, I'm coming back into my own body".

"Not sure", Victor reasoned. Already getting high on energy, Barry made a face.

They stood around him, watching him intensely as if they expected him to explode on the spot.

"Oh, if I die, or don't return", Barry said, "please tell Y/N that I was in love with her?"

"What for, to make her suffer?" Wayne shook his head, "go on, and don't die. You got one shot, Barry, then come back. Don't risk it".

He put on his mask, looked at the light in the distant ceiling. Looked at the sour faces of his beaten down colleagues.

"Hey, why the long faces!" he quipped.

"Have you eaten, Barry?" Diana asked, but he was already accelerating. Diana didn't know that he had eaten, he had eaten all of her energy bars, and a huge loaf of delicious bread.

[auxiliarydetective]

sticking with varsha and henry ( because you know how much i love them ), from number six in the ask extravaganza, could i please ask for questions two, five, six, and nine ?

i am always excited to hear about these lovely darlings, so i look forward to seeing the answers !! <3

Hi again! I originally wanted to answer all of these asks in the order that I got them, but my two mobile devices currently can't get into the wifi for some reason, and my answers to the ask before this one are typed out on my tablet, so... 🙃

Anyways, thanks so much for your ask! Let's get into this!

2. Who is the one who gets hurt and who takes care of the other when they're injured?

Well, Varsha literally cannot get hurt, at least not really. Her wounds heal quickly, don't get infected, she can't be poisoned... She could technically dislocate or break a bone, but that pretty much never happens. So, it's almost always Henry (or Edward) who gets hurt, mainly because of Henry Jekyll transforming into Edward Hyde to wreck things at usually not getting away completely unscathed. It's hard to hurt Hyde because he's very durable, and even if you do manage to hurt him, he's more or less resistant to pain. When he transforms back into Jekyll, however... Poor Henry Jekyll is sore and everything hurts, it basically feels like he's been dragged behind a speeding carriage. He can mostly take care of himself, of course, being a doctor and all, but it's just a lot sweeter when Varsha does it, and he swears it actually helps him get better faster.

5. Who's more physically affectionate?

Oh boy. In public? Neither. PDA is not really a socially acceptable thing for them. With the League, society's rules sort of stop existing at some point, but they still have them stuck in their brains, so their touchiness in public is kept to "justifiable" touches, like taking the other's hands while talking to them or gently cupping their face when they find them after a tough battle. In private though, they're both so touchy. I already talked about Varsha coiling around people for warmth in another ask and the one currently being held hostage by the missing wifi has something on their sleeping arrangement, so I won't talk about that here either, but it's so sweet. They're absolute cuddlebugs. While Henry maybe initiates more hand-holding, Varsha is the one who initiates all the big cuddles. She would cling to him like a koala if she could (and sometimes she does, in snake form).

6. Who's the better cook?

Oh boy XD Their tastes differ a lot, mostly where spice is concerned, so they probably can't agree on this either. But I'd say, Henry is the better cook when it comes to making things for both of them, because you can always add spices - removing them is hard. At least that's where making actualy meals is concerned. Varsha makes the better treats :)

9. Who removes the spiders/bugs?

I honestly don't know. I feel like they both wouldn't be too bothered by spiders or bugs and sort of remove them themselves? But I also feel like they might be scared of some spiders. Simply because it would be funny. The man who knows how to turn himself into a superhuman and the literal semi-divine being, scared of a puny little spider.

I do have a clear answer when it comes to snakes though, and that is: Varsha removes them. Henry probably wouldn't be scared of snakes, at least not as much, because... well... obvious reason, his girlfriend is pretty much a snake. So, whenever he comes across a snake somewhere where it shouldn't be, he calls for Varsha. Varsha comes along, as a lovely little conversation with the creature, and then relocates it to somewhere safe.

Thanks so much for your ask!!!

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[thetadispatcher]

Ross just glared at her the best he could with the current state his face was in, which made facial expressions quite the challenge and it wasn't like he could just use Strasky anymore to voice how he felt.

Strasky sat up after a moment and held his head, thanks to Ross' inexperienced meddling with his mind it had left him with a migraine that he was trying to figure out how he could convince the gel to block out. As knowing his brain was in pain wasn't really something he needed to be aware of as the migraine wasn't detrimental to his health, just his ability to think clearly.

Ross glanced at Bishop and Strasky then shifted his attention back to Rook, giving her a skeptical look a she saw no reason to want anything to do with the Leviathan after how many of the Tau people had been lost to it.

He also found it hard to believe that they really thought they could cure any of the infected people given just how potent structure gel was proving itself to be.

Strasky got up once he was able to get his brain to stop hurting and walked up to the WAU, which seemed to be almost back to it's original form before the gel corrupted it. "Well, from what Ross has said. I don't think we should blame the WAU, it's an biologically engineered computer, and structure gel is toxic to humans in small doses. So it probably was a lot worse for the WAU seeing as it is both organic and machine, and it kept getting injected with more and more gel till it fell from the ceiling."

"It had been in charge of the life support systems for less then a year before the comet hit, then it was told to preserve humanity with no clear instructions how when it could've simply just continued what it was already doing. Then someone got the idea to start engorging it with structure gel well it was busy trying to figure out how to complete it's goal, and probably well it was still dealing with the situation on the surface. Sure, it made the Mockingbirds, it's own version of the ARK, and infected people with gel, but that was all in the name of doing what it was told."

He placed his hand on the white sphere that was the WAU. "Basically someone forced way too many responsibilities on a brand new AI, and expected way too much of it. It was doing the best it could, I mean, it did make that Simon guy so it was making some progress in it's understanding of what made a human.... And can you imagine the pain it must've been in the entire time and it still kept trying to do it's job well someone was actively feeding it poison." He glanced at Ross who didn't seem to care as the WAU was just a prototype machine.

Ross put his hands up as sign of surrender, he wasn't about to fight them anymore if they were so confident in their own plans.

"I don't think we should leave the WAU here, it's not at fault for what it did. The person who decided to inject it with stuff that wasn't specially designed for it is at fault." Strasky gently patted the sphere, he felt the WAU probably regretted what it had done as it was being oddly quiet. "We should remove the structure gel infection and give it another chance, and this time it can be raised by someone who won't torture it.... I still can't believe it worked so hard to bring you back, maybe it was trying to say it forgave you for what you'd done to it, then you had to turn around and try to kill it for doing exactly what you told it to do."

Crouched like that and smiling contently while wearing her ridiculous outfit, the avian impression was more accurate than ever. At a time like this, Bishop didn't mind his decision to let her live as much. At least she could be efficient whenever her morals were set aside.

"Woah, start the counter, Bishop. I haven't heard anyone say so much bullshit at once in a while."

Well, he mostly didn't mind. He stepped back for a moment to kneel down to check on Strasky. "Let's quickly update him on the latest developments of the end of days, the ARK is waiting."

"And the Leviathan! But let's starts from the top. We're grabbing everyone who's still breathing and we'll undo what your stupid pet has done to them. Which unfortunately includes you, idiot. With a bit of work, I'll be able to punch your real face in a few weeks."

"Therefore, as we so clearly don't belong on this dead world, there is no need for you to risk dismemberment trying to kill us. Strasky will be far away from the WAU and your grasp especially. And since we have no interest in the proliferation of artificial intelligence, this malfunctioning excuse of a predictive algorithm can rot in here for the rest of eternity."

"But don't worry, you won't feel lonely among us peasants for long. There's another Carthage's AI who's really looking forward to meeting you. So, are you going to come willingly or should we use you as bait for the big boy outside?"

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: ERICAAA!!! FRICKIN FINALLY!! Less important note, but when writing about Y/n, El and Max, I wrote "the three friends" and autocorrect literally changed "friends" to "fruits". Yelmax confirmed 💀

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office," Robin reports, unfurling what looked to be a familiar layout on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smirks from her left.

"So this is us," she points to a familiar-looking room before gesturing across the map. "Scoops, and this is where we wanna get."

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in," Steve mumbles from his seat at the table.

"There's not. If,"

She rips away a layer of the blueprint, revealing a vastly complicated map of air ducts, pipelines, and detailing that made up Starcourt.

"you're talking exclusively about doors."

Dustin looks at her with excitement growing in his eyes. "Air ducts!"

"Exactly," she smirks, making her way to the whiteboard to retrieve the magic marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way" she circles the secret room in question, drawing one, interrupted line right back to, "here."

Dustin and Steve finally tear their eyes away from the map and follow Robin's mischievous eye. All the way to the air duct tucked away in the far corner of the Scoops Ahoy break room.

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To their surprise, a screwdriver had been harder to find than a ladder but soon enough Steve had managed to reach the air vent and unscrew it from the wall. But as he stood here now, peering down into the vent he quickly realized they were now facing yet another obstacle.

"Flath'ligh'?" Steve asked, finally removing the screwdriver from his mouth and shaping it for the small torchlight Dustin had waiting. "Thank you,"

The flashlight turns on with a tiny click and a soft yellow light bounces down the narrow metal tunnel, enunciation the frown on Steve's face.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin smirks. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin begins the climb and gives her a nod.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got so disease," he frowns thoughtfully, racking his brain as he tries to recall the word. "It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know. He's missing bones and stuff, he can bend like Gumbo."

"You mean... Gumby?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," he snorts.

"Just shut up and push me!" Comes Dustin's muffled voice from the vents.

By now he had wormed himself halfway in, his bottom half sticking out of the wall and still propped up on the latter while they had been talking.

"Okay,"  Steve huffed, motioning knowingly to the kid's feet and turned away from Robin.

She watched with a tired, lazily bemused expression as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of the kid's feet and attempted to push.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!"

"Uh, what?"

"TOUCH MY BUTT! I DON'T CARE!" Came Dustin's impatient scream from the walls.

With a heavy grimace, Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and his muffled anger grew louder.

"I'm pushing!" Steve argued.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin shrieks as he attempts to inch further into the metal vents. "You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!"

"Come on!"

Steve finally makes it to the top of the latter, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulders and locked under his arm as their voice continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?"

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit!"

"That work?"

"One more time,"

Robin rolls her eyes, finally turning away when she hears the sudden rapid chimes of the customer bell out front and all too familiar patron.

"Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck!"

Through the partition window, Robin meets eyes with none other than Erica Sinclair who flashes her an exaggerated salute and rings the bell knowingly.

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Laughter and joyful screams filled the chlorine-soaked air, the smell of the pool lingering with sunblock was strong enough it wafted all the way to the parking lot where the majority of the Party now stood at the Hawkins pool. It looked quite different than it had the day before when Y/n, Max, and El had last been, but the tension weighing down the atmosphere seemed just as heavy and ever-present.

The storm had of course long since lifted, and the sun was now beating down heavily on their backs as they took shelter behind a Rust Red AMC Hornet, all eyes across the lot on the occupant in the lifeguard chair.

Billy.

He was squished underneath the bright red beach umbrella, hidden underneath a baseball cap, thick shades, a long-sleeved sweater, and a white beach towel draped over his legs where they poked out into the sun. He was completely covered.

"I don't know," Max begins, peering through the group's binoculars. "He looks pretty normal to me,"

"Normal?" Lucas scoffs. "How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"

Y/n smiles weakly from where she stands in between him and Will. Max lowers the binoculars, conceding a wince.

"I mean, it's a little weird,"

"More than a little," Mike nods. "He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything El saw—"

"But he's lounging at the pool," Max argues, doubtfully. "Which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,"

"Not necessarily," Will says, pulling everyone's attention. "The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like... like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you,"

All eyes return to Billy.

"...you're activated."

Y/n gulps, shifting on her feet from where she had previously stood rooted to the spot. Ever since that dreaded Halloween night the previous year, nothing seemed to have been the same. The Mind Flayer had set his sights on Will, and in turn, her. Slowly but surely, he had infected all of their lives as he had the town of Hawkins; spreading his rot and poison, and his hate. She could still feel it sometimes; the pain of Will's nails raking into her face and leaving behind the faded scar that had already long since disappeared.

Her eyes dart back through the fence at the suspicious-looking lifeguard and her insides twisted further into a sickening knot. The thought of the Mind Flayer's possible return was enough to drain the color from her face and leave a chill in the humid, sticky summer air. Her mind was running rapid with fear but the sound of Max's voice was enough to return her to earth.

"Okay, so we just..." she shrugs, looking back over towards her brother. "wait until he gets activated."

"No," Mike says with the shake of his head. "What if he hurts someone?"

"Or kills someone?" Will counters, and the Wheeler boy nods.

"We can't take that chance. We need to find out if he's the host,"

"Well, how do we do that?" Lucas asks.

The Party falls silent. The weight of the air growing heavier and heavier as it dawns on them. And one by one, each pair of eyes trickle over to the only present Henderson sibling in the Party. Her head is hung, propped-up against the hood and when she senses the eyes on her she straightens, breathing a sigh. But Will was already shaking his head.

"What? No, no way," he says to Mike and the others, Y/n already turning to him. "No, Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I don't like it either," Y/n fretted. "but it's our best chance. The Mind Flayer hates me, and I can push his limits. It's the fastest way."

"And if, by some random chance, Billy isn't the host?" Will countered gently. "He'd find out about you,"

Y/n didn't have a reply for that. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to be relieved or angered he had cornered her. She just stood there, frowning at the concrete sidewalk biting her lip thoughtfully. She tried to think of a way to use her abilities subtly, but all her experience with heat came from seismic blasts or concentrated bursts from her hands. If she attempted that on Billy, he would surely know it.

"There's gotta be another way," Mike cuts in. "I mean, a safe way that doesn't risk you getting hurt or discovered."

Y/n and Will - even El - shoot him a funny look and he shifts under the sudden attention, guiltily.

"What about the sauna?" Lucas says, lighting up.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's perfect!" He grins, stepping out from around the car and motioning for Will and Mike. "Come on,"

Seemingly catching onto Lucas's idea, Mike wastes no time in following. And Will hesitantly steps away, sending Y/n and his friends an apologetic shrug.

"Where are you going?" El called after them, exasperated.

"Sorry! Boys only!" Mike throws over his shoulder.

Max scowls after them. "Seriously?!"

"Just trust us!" Lucas cries.

"We'll be back," Will shrugs again. "... I guess."

The three friends sigh, throwing less than impressed looks at the retreating boys. Privately, Y/n wondered if Mike stood any chance of harm just from her glaring at him in this moment. She hadn't shared these feelings with anyone, but since reuniting with Will something had been troubled Ling him and he wouldn't say what. She could spot it right away, the shift in demeanor but she knew it was something different from the return of the Mind Flayer somehow. And she believed it had something to do with Mike.

He was acting differently around him. He had been for some time now, as she had with Max and even El but this was different. Something had happened, and because Will was, well, Will, he was clearly trying to put aside for the sake of everyone's safety. Y/n couldn't really blame him there, but she wished he would open up to her. Tell her what was wrong.

And she wished more than anything she could fix whatever Mike had clearly broken.

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"All we gotta do is wait until the pool closes and everyone leaves," Lucas begins, guiding his friends through the first layer of the men's locker rooms. "And then get him from here..."

He steps forward, quickly ripping open the secondary door. The three boys scurry inside, and Lucas's friends quickly seem to catch on to his plan and a small smile grows on Will's face.

"And get him into here," Lucas eagerly rips open the sauna door, expecting to see nothing but steam but his luck had run out.

Five sweaty adult men in towels sat packed in the sauna like sardines, scowls on their faces for the three party members who interrupted their steam. "Hey! Shut the door!"

-"Come on, kid!"

-"Shut it!"

Lucas finally broke from his stupor and slammed the door shut, shuddering.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth,"

Will nodded with a grimace, but shook it off when his eyes landed on the wall beside the door.

"The controls!"

Mike's still bulging, haunted eyes finally broke away from their zoning out and jumped to the wall where Will was pointing. His face lit up.

"We can control from the outside, it's perfect!"

"Do you think it'll get hot enough?" Will asks, feeling more and more relieved by the second. "Like, "Y/n" hot?"

His friends immediately stopped, looking to him with a deadpan expression. Will scoffed at them. "You know what I mean" he snarked, not in the mood though he was trying to ignore the hint of a blush creeping up on his skin.

"Nevermind that," Lucas says. "Look right, here, 220 degrees. That's definitely enough."

"Okay, so we just need to figure out how to get him into here," Will nods towards the sauna door.

"Precisely."

"Then we lock him in," Mike says.

Lucas nods. "-heat him up,"

And Will manages another somewhat relieved smile. "-and no matter what happens, we'll know for sure."

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Erica descends from the latter, the flashlight in her hands flicking off with a loud click as she strides up to the break room table where her recruits stood waiting. The group had taken a calculated risk I confiding in the young girl, but she was smart and demanded the information and why they needed to know if she could fit into the air duct in the back room. So here they stood, waiting with anxious breath for her verdict.

"Yeah, I don't know," she says, propping herself up on the edge of the table rather unimpressed.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.

"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to,"

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin tries.

Amused, Erica gives the young woman a pitiful laugh. "I don't have phobias."

"Okay, well," Steve begins with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica,"

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Steve slides another banana boat ice cream float across the table, joining the already plentiful dairy banquet laid out for the Sinclair girl. She merely gave it a single, disinterested glance and slid it back.

"More fudge please,"

Nobody said anything. And Steve just stared back at the table with tired, glazed-over eyes before Erica sent him a dismissive wave.

"Go on,"

He gave a sigh, and left the booth with the Banana boat in hand, and retreated to the counter. Robin took that as her cue and pulled out the marked-up blueprints she had at her side.

"Alright, you see this?" She points from the circle marked Scoops Ahoy and trail connecting over the flipped map. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door."

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" She asks.

"Exactly,"

"And you say this guard is armed?"

"Yes," Dustin quickly nods. "But he won't be there,"

"And booby traps?"

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers, spikes in the wall,"

Robin couldn't help but give a small laugh, but Erica was all too serious. She turned to the two with a serious look.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment."

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stops her. "Child. Endangerment."

Robin sighs, ignoring the knot wanting to twist in her stomach. She knew she was right, and Robin supposed she just didn't want to admit to herself what they were asking not only of themselves but the young girl.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?"

"You can't spell America without Erica," she shrugs, taking a long and loud sip from her complimentary Scoops Shake.

Dustin just blinks at her response and concedes with a nod. "Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us! Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica."

Erica, who had been slurping her drink through her straw throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered, sending him a smirk. "Ooh! I just got the chills."

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh, yeah," she quickly corrects, her smile falling. "From this float. Not your speech."

His smile falls right off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica began. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

Both Robin and Dustin mumble a 'yeah'.

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And this seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So-"

Robin and Dustin share a worried look.

"-you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life,"

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Warning the following content includes swearing ideas of suicide attempted suicide and depression and anxiety and mental illness detailed graphic descriptions and sexual references and criminal acts which could be upsetting to some viewers viewers discretion advised before reading the rest of this post remember this is all of my own oc is not official and I don't know how to make it if it's even possible anyone knows please comment but for now is this is my personal SCP but other Scps mentioned are real as in official

At present day Dizzy has requested out of the blue for an interview it's noted that is SCP has often refused any interviews that is requested to her and any interviews normally that she participates in are immutable, lies or just plain out ignored. But Dizzy has come to researchers and bargains an interview for the deal of being allowed to visit SCP 1508 in private for an hour at least site director... has agreed to the interview and taking Dizzy bargain so long as she doesn't cause any harm at all, any sign of aggression or sines of excitemen stress to anyone during the interview any signs of escape interview and her deal will be off. Dizzy has to where when juring outside of her containment high Dennsery expense gloves to avoid causing inorganic objects to be affected with poison table and area around Dizzy is not to be approached by interviewer or touched juring interview because that would trigger the response of the poston to exploding and causing the effect to happen. Interview Dizzy being green interviewer is in blue

Begin log

Instant silence

You know we could come closer I won't bite, l said I won't hurt anyone and you're standing in the middle of the room on a chair looking like an idiot might as well come closer to the table.

I would but you're leaning your elbows on the table causing your so-called "poison" to infected it and if I touched any object infected with dos green veins I end up suffering norva and diarrhea for the next good 62 hours

sigh what's the point of having these gloves on when everything is already infected with this stuff, there's on point keeping them on

She throws the gloves into a nearby bin

I don't think you're allowed to do that

Err fuck like who's going to care anyway, not like I'm using them anyway

Still if you don't coporate this interview will be over

then herey up and say some God them questions

Alright why a sudden desire to communicate. Until say yesterday you refuse to take any interviews flipping off, telling to f*** off or any other offensive language to anyone who comes near you with the idea of doing any experiments or interviews. And in unlucky situations sometimes you even vandalised there cars, objects rooms, or just make them sick

(A laugh could be heard in a slight giggle) what can I say they deserved it

To you maybe

They do deserve it Dizzy slams her fists onto the table

Calm remember

Yeah I know stay calm or no interview blah you're probably going to ask me about that later in the questions and to answer your question about why I suddenly have the urge to talk to you bush bags I have my reasons but I don't think that's important the only thing your little Foundation fides important is I share my knowledge I ceep carefully to myself so if you want to know anything just ask you're stupid question you had on your mind since the day you started working and found out about me now then I can get on with my day

So long as it ends with you visiting SCP- 1508.

If you mean by Joe which is his name by the way then yes yes I do

Which moves on to the next question why do you dislike when we call you by your designated numbers instead of your name

AAA Dizzy Flores her head back laughing before continuing in a mocking manner you supposed to be smart but still asked me simple easy questions. What to get my opinion it's kind of obvious I don't like being called that because I'm not your property is the degrading and I have a name so I don't see why not use it. it's supposed to be respectful to use somebody's name and I don't see being called at number is very respectful it's why anything or anyone in here that doesn't have a name I give a name

Is that why you break into other SCP containment rooms.

At first usually I just go into the room for entertainment in the form of a conversation or to hopefully make a new friend like and Joe, know any other SCP but then after I get to know them better and I found out they have no identities and some of them are also as miserable as s***. So I give them a name to have an identity with the name.

why do you have the urge to break into other SCP containment for your own entertainment can't use ask for something to keep you entertained

No it's more than just entertainment is the opportunity to travel, explore, marvel and brighten up the day of different objects and people that can usually only be found in fantasy amazing and every experience is almost always something new you can't put a price on that or replicated is not same and it kind of pisses everyone off, so it's an added bonus for me ahah.

Next question are you aware of your other a anomalous traits other than your main one

Do you mean other than the fact that I didn't take a s*** in literally over 60 years, I haven't cough, sneeze, or felt anything other than normal for decades that I don't even need the shower when just for entertainment and It turned the water green with my poison, and that anything that comes on to me like bacteria that is harmful gust slides off my body and clothing and every part of me, that I can't feel actual fear other than shock seeing it's a negative emotion or the fact that I can't be affected by medication even with a positive effect and life vitals machines don't actually work from me yeah I kinda have notice

What's your opinion on the SCP held here at the site and throughout the foundation hard to pinpoint your exact your opinion on SCP even when observing other SCP is hard to get your exact opinion your reaction are randoms to say the least

Actually that kind of a hard one Doc, my reaction is random because it's really depending on what happens when I go in there I don't really know what to expect I just go with the flow and see what goes on in there really it's kinda going into a room blindfolded almost and as for my opinion for other SCP some of them I actually I'm glad they're stuck in here seeing that they will probably kill the whole god damn universe if they ever got out and others I feel sorry and also disgusted by the foundation for keeping it here it's not their fault and they're not even dangerous they just a little different that's all that star eyed girls she just want to get out but you won't let her shame on you

She which you have named galaxy never put any request for ever mentioned for going outside

That's because he is scared if you would just sedate her like other in here

She wouldn't be scared if people not mentioning names didn't tell exactly what people do in here to SCP when they are to Wiley

yeah put the blame on me why not it's not like he has brains to figure it out by yourself you really underestimated SCP that's another reason I find the foundation disgusting we're not objects or least not all of us

Moving on

Hurry up

Do you anything about the laxatives in the tea of dr ....

Maybe

now let's get to the source of this conversation in the first place, why the sudden urge to visit SCP- 1504 usually if you just want to see him you preferably or duo not encouraged method break into his containment and settings free usually or vice versa why now you deciding to go for more for the less catastrophic method of visiting

Like I said before I have my reasons

Oh really

What are you getting at is this a double course because if it's a double course I will

Don't worry we can't even double cross you know negative effect remember

We did some research on your friend Joe as you call him and surprisingly we discovered that today is his birthday and it so happens since was contained every year on his birthday he seems to be more miserable year after year it's also happened you demanded an interview you might despise us but we are intelligent we kind of put the dots together you might as well admit it

.... Alright fine I admit it I ordered this interview in hoping to get privileges of allowing me to visit him on his birthday he is miserable is sad seeing the only companion you probably have around here for who knows how long I stop counting decades ago just drink and get high on his birthday and not even happy it's a miserable sort of way in a sense of will depression and years getting older nothing to getting better for him even after me even just visiting him in his cell still miserable tied up in there but not even a single birthday cake or compliment from anyone other than me to make him feel better even though I know you don't even notice so I decided to take the long short by getting this party

That quite admirable actually your friend is not getting on well with his birthday so you decided to do something sweet for him, don't think from your records of time we let you two be together you'll probably get a reward like an extra radio but a party station I don't know

Worth a try

And what happens if it fails

I guess you'll be another miserable year then

Never realised that your friends up with SCP 1504 this toxic

Personally I think that comment is bullshit.

What makes you think that don't you notice you encourage each other to drink, smoke, commit crimes, and vandalism even notice once a couple of years back that you and "Joe" somehow managed to make a secret meff lab and using it to experiment with different a SCP for fun in the basement of site 91

Hahaha I'm surprised you idiots didn't notice that earlier we somehow managed to drug up at least 6 SCP before anyone noticed and even then it was by accident when they were clean out the old basement Dizzy throws back in her seat laughing AH AH

You think it's funny to drug up SCP some of them are people you know

Bravo and in only took you experimenting on them and somebody else who having needles jabbed into them who are not scientists to say it

Regardless don't you recognise that what you and 1504 are doing is cruel and reckless

Hypocrite!!

You know what I mean

sure on the surface it sounds ridiculous and somewhat crazy and be honest we kind of are it a way but before you see anything is my explanation when you were immune to heam itself we kind of lose the will to be careful in a way and when no negative effect can be brought on to you you also lose more of that desire to hold back in a sense it doesn't mean that your conscience has been affected it does means you're a terrible person a little bit bad but deep down good people or at least I'm a good person and the people we "druged up" as you called it they were all willing to do it and some of those people even asked for those hi all of the SCPS we did it were objects creatures that were animals in a way and people who asked or couldn't get any worse if we give it to them see the records none of those SCP if you don't believe me none of them were harmed at the a little bit delirious and tired after a while but fine we're not monsters we don't do it to hurt them in the way we do it to make them feel better what do you think people take drugs in the first place to make them forget about the horrible things in life it's not good to them and it temporary but what else can I get around here some of them they even steal it from us check the records again if we didn't do it together we probably would have done it in any other scenario and as for encouraging each other for doing thinks like I said when your immune due to lose any sense of dread do it we drink and smoke but in a way is nothing other than like drinking water or leads to me and as for Joe he gets drunk and high but in the end of the day it doesn't kill him it just get a headache I only do it the keep company if I do stop him you just do it anyway so really I I don't do it nothing bad will happen we are not normal people plush employees in the foundation actually bought some of the meth we made before they were probably discovered

OK how much other scenarios like the time you and Joe still Dr.... car and drove it through a SCP portal to another dimension into a abandoned waste dump full of scrap metal that goes on for miles not only did you also kidnap a mtif soldier and through in the back of your car but you also crashed the place and then crashed the car all the time when you and Joe escaped he loading some rich women and you beated her with cricket bat and then stole her money another terrible time when you were transported to another complete by plane with a couple of other SCP they decided to be better if you travel in an like normal people instead of in an enclosure and you're scps friends including Joe before you even entered the plane you used a plank placed on a rod on the floor to hit Dr clef in the balls

Slight giggles

you turned a man into a crying wimp on the floor clutching his groinedon in the plane when a Stuart found out you were french he greeted you in French you shouted back to him vous pouvez sucer le Dr Clef glorifié boules meurtries enflées Stanley Joe got drunk and you filmed it he passed out and then insulted and walked around the whole plane during the entire flight and when you came down you did the same thing you did to Dr clef only to Dr bright even though he tried to avoid it

Ok as for the car bit I was upset about my miserable life and so was joe slightly drunk and felt like we both needed something to cheer each other we saw the car out and I know Dr.... loves that car sweat to God I think I was him kissed it. I got pissed seeing Dr.... is a go for nothing jerk he puts D class into danger for no reason that's like any other people and just like any other person I would want to punish him I told this to Joe well you know what he had the idea of and there was a testing with SCP-093 dimension portal nearby so you can guess what happens next we hijack the car with some bottles of whiskey from some security officer and a camera, Dr.... was me in the car and I flip him off you should have seen the look on his face it was priceless and so we just drove straight through the portal like nothing and mtif trucks was chasing us it was absolute thrill and never felt so alive. And I didn't give a care of anything. The car was faster than them one of the sodger somehow managed to get up to us much have been in the back we didn't notice he was out match I paralyzed him and then we throw him in the back he was a jerk anyway so I don't care Anyway when the gas run out we watching the sunset tuke pictures of the car each other and us settings to the top of the car drnking whiskey having a blast gust two friends hanging out so we have no blame it was f****** awesome then the mtif scod fade us got the guy out of the truck and tode us back the car getting distorted was a actsdet nothing to do with us when we got back one of the crans for the portal fell

Ok

As for the incident in the plane Dr clef had it coming for the looongest time just ask any female SCP or researcher I did them a favour. That'll teach him a lesson to make smart ass remarks not so tough when reality

I'll be lying to say your not a little bit right there

The flight attendant mug and I wasn't it really in a good mood since I hate the foundation ice auto be a good time to that's really good friends was making some interesting memory videos and making them all upset. The woman incident was when me and Joe escape once we needed money and there was no banks nearby but a horrible rich woman don't feel sorry for her, we only steel off people that really deserved it well I do Joe don't I make him do it because I don't want him stealing off innocence the lady was a rich scamp who treated the poor folk like trust and Roberts said she was in the black market and even sleep with one of the old judges to get off from stealing charity money from orphans she deserved what she got, we beat up a little not anything fatal just enough to make her ugly then stole some money we broke into her house and use my powers to give us so blisters on her feet to just to make sure that the hit one kill her. And Joe hit her in the back with a bat

Why do you feel like you can use your powers to punish the ones who avoid the justice system in some ways

I have to power to make people suffer I might as well use it tell me if you had a chance to save someone or just stand whilst they be killed you would obviously choose them it's similar to how when I see somebody doing harm I can't just stand there I have to make them pay for it I believe everyone gets what they deserve eventually even if not in life they will get it in hell but it's too late because they're dead so I make sure they get the punishment before the dead to know what they did was wrong

when ever you brings us this or just someone annoys you and you played a prank on them you never killed them no matter how bad things they did are

because if I killed them I will be as bad as the people I call monsters I might have lost a lot of things but I would never ever in any circumstances lose my homity and dignity by being a hypocrite and committing what I believe is the worst thing a person can do to a person bring death and personally I don't really see this as a punishment when it comes to my own suffering I feed as a way out but obviously I'm immortal so that will never happened

When you first came to this Foundation was very suicidal it seemed to approve over the time I'm are you still suicidal

Sort moment of silence

Not as before to say I'm not completely suicide that would be lying kind of faded almost as the decades went through I see it as a sort of sideeffect being a model eventually your pain blur's into the conscience of your mind and your personality over take it because nobody get the live as long as me and I have pretty of distracted seeing as Foundation always bring something new that helps friends I made since helped but to say I'm cured completely nope some days is worse than others sometimes. but if there was a better option to be free for my depression I will take it of course but I'm glad I'm better than before you wouldn't believe how dark that mindset is

Has therapy helped

Yes definitely but is not just therapy I find everything helps me in some ways when it comes to friends to talk to even strangers people to listen to it that matter to get it off your chest helps a lot.

Speaking of your oh so "lovely" friends let's talk about them apart from Joe you made a couple of them over the years some more favourable than others let's talk about them less start with your closest friend and the reason why this interview is taking place in the first place Joe

Well you already know his life from his file as an SCP there's not really much to say about him apart from the fact what is he really like because unlike the rest of you I actually know for fact what he's saying or doing hints why we're so close friends

and hints why you 2 can get away with things like robbing people only two days ago you somehow managed to borrow 50 quid out of the wallet of Dr....

And we spent it on a magic coffee dispenser to trick somebody into drinking bin water just for fun

Nmmmm

But Joe and I kind of need each other he's the first to person to really understand me a fellow SCP you became my friend somebody who knows what it feels like to be lonely and is suffer for a good majority of time in fact I could say he suffers more than me even.I had are you still have a human connection or more reality until he met me he was suicidal depressed and nobody had any idea of it or even he had a blue tick knowledge you should have seen his face when you first realise he finally found somebody to connect to you and don't leave me feel worse that he couldn't give me a hug you know that's why he's in the streets that could because the amount of fluid is Santa's lack of escape makes a mad the let us be with each other and in close proximity because if he doesn't have a human connection now he goes nuts and once he was so this before escape from the mental pain he grabbed me by the solders and end of catching severe case of schizophrenia but also seeing him like that screaming bagging blood everywhere for the 62 hours is painful to watchbut we help with turning away we keep eachother company we have each other's backs we stop each other from going crazy I can feel my world go up if you don't want them with him because he doesn't care what I am he's not here to study he's really the only person that really gives a damn for me anymore and maybe is just because he's desperate for company but it's genuine at least

What about other people But 1st oof Did you ever fall in love

No, if you'd read my record, you would know that my anomalous ability makes people unable to be sexually interested in me, including able to feel any romantic feelings towards me which really sucks because nobody can ever fall in love with me which really sucks because I didn't have a boyfriend before all of this which really fuckin' sucks

Ok let's go back to some other questions then what are some of the other friends like scp-507

Honestly he's a nice guy but we and close friends sometimes gets nervous to are idea of fun mostly pranking people not into that sort of stuff sometimes me and Joe would sneak into his room he's pretty good at using computers

Explain

don't worry we just asked him let us see some videos that we are banned on watching well Joe's banned from watching is's nothing that bad and it's not like we scanned anything light drinker doe sometimes we will go to the roof to drink and being nice we invited him to come with us if you refused he would wosh out after half a bottle

Is that even allowed

Ah F*** them

What about jonesy the half cat you seem to be close to jonesy cat

I love jonesy his sweet and cute be honest he Sims more Joe friend seeing that I can't pet him but he's not afraid of me I can always play with him I told him tricks too

What tricks

I taught him to attack on command he wrecked Dr.... face it was hilarious. Moment of silence come on it was funny he only had a scratch

Moving on how about something different about Dr bright and agent Rocky Jones.

Temporary silence

Are you alright

Yes.

I believe rocky was the first person you ever encountered after your condition so to say happened if I believed correctly you two became close friends over the years even after his hair ternd completely grey you use to joke about that and he'd take time to come to see you and often joke about it until he's unfortunate demise unfortunately turned out to be by Dr bright

Rocky was a good man he was sent to like the other mtif soldier he went to the foundation for the sole reason of wanting to help others and protect others he never shot any human and never ever killed anyone even go against orders to save people including civilians and to avoid death casualties

he still experienced poison first time and leaving the second time he cut off his own hand to avoid getting infected again

Ok f*** off that was by accident and so was the second time you can't go 50 years without hitting an accident even if it's twice the actor of him cutting his arm off surprised me he did it so quickly and so swiftly I still feel sorry for him no matter how many times I see his prosthetic arm and no matter how many times he said to me it was ok I couldn't forgive myself for it but he never blame to me I don't know why but you never blam with me I'm Grace's for that

Unfortunately Dr Jack fight thought it would be a good test subject to a SCP due to the lack of D class and he was close to retirement he killed him with an axe and then experimented on his parts with SCP....

Anger: dat no good whatever he is didn't deserve to kill an innocent man and get away with it no matter how high he's clearance I wanted revenge I wanted to bury rocky picked up what's left of him in the acid bath and bury him of cause acid has no effect on me he's a skeleton but still l made sure he had a proper funeral with me Joe, some classes who are kind of nice and some scientists to also didn't like what bight did and missed rocky but he was the closest thing to a funeral I can get And then plotted my plan it was quite easy wait until it's dark nobody around other than the D classes, SCP and Joe distracted him than the clobbered him over the head well Joe bib then we tied him up to a cargo trolley and use my powers to give him a nail fungus I wanted the real pain to be more brutal than anything I have and then we'll come up he said crossword threaten even gloated and I stuck them over the face for that I told him he was going to suffer he said didn't care he's suffered before but I doubt he'd ever suffer like he did there and you could tell him his face he knew he was f***** when he realised what was coming to him a pit full of angry D classes who all had a bone to pick with him and some SCP who are also hated his guts and so didn't take the D classes we tied him up to the trolley made sure he'd couldn't escape and through him into the pit you should have heard him screaming begging for his released and even asking for help but no he was going to suffer just how rocky did .... 10 times worse the fact that I use my powers against him meaning that he wouldn't die butter suffer for round a good 10 hours it's more worse than poison because it's gets revenger gardens Joe and I just sat there watching with show during beer with him and some cigarettes it was the most relaxing thing I ever did for revents in the morning when everyone came and they put them out he's so scared of me after that's incident and it should be

And what you hate doctor bright so much

He's a prick

Oh really because your friend the plague doctor says otherwise

f*** you the plague doctor is not my friend I met him once when I escaped and he escaped in the same time and I found him by chance I only stayed with him after that to stop him from killing more people I didn't stop him from turning the bodies into what the plague doctor called the pestilence and the curd because they're already dead but he is scared of me he felt poison my poison and he's petrified of me

True when we asked about you in an interview with him he did say he was petrified to you but he also said you hate Dr bright to because you envy him you envy everything about him that he's in a SCP and he has the freedom that you can only wish for freedom to see your family the freedom to feel love freedom to have friends without restrictions to socialise and don't need to worry about making somebody have cancer just by giving them a hug and how he's anomalous ability doesn't seem to affect him that much and you hate when he says he feels upset due to his SCP status saying that because you're the only one who understands to suffering through and SCP you haven't seen your family in their decades you didn't even get to go to your parents funeral when font out you escaped to see the graves of the died of natural causes when MTF squad found are you are weeping at the graves they let you stay there a few minutes and then you went by your own recalled you carried on crying 4 weeks after that and as three siblings you don't even know what they look like no picture of them you have nothing

That plague doctor is wise I will give him that destrudo why am I a nice SCP but I'm stuck in here but all just constrictions that any other SCP has but Dr bright probably the worst person and most dumbest person I ever met is allowed almost get away with everything is not fair and that's for the real reason I hate him he says he understands and is sad because of his predicament of being a immortal he doesn't because I'm immortal to his immortality has no chains attached to it it's it's just sad to say just like that me there's always a catch I could just walk out of here with nobody stopping me but the catch is there's always a catch there's nothing for me out there there's no hatred there's no love there's no nothing what's the point of being a immortal if you can't enjoy it the only thing I bring is sickness and sadness I have to worry about giving people cancer just buy hugging them people are scared of me because of my ability and it should be but I feel miserable Dr bright is able to enjoy his life and he dares feels upset because of his predicament he should be god damn lucky he doesn't need to worry about it I didn't himself I have to worry about not only in myself my mental health but also others are not only hurt

is that why you stay here your numbers ability does prevent us from stopping you leaving

Yes

I see

it's also the reason whenever he says he understands pain the SCP feel the pain that he brings other people I make sure he's truly feels pain and he gets punished for his wrong doing

Now can I have my our with Joe

we'll have to see but that there's a lot of checklist to go through they might be even the couple of days who knows weeks until your permission has been approved

Ash I knew I wouldn't be getting to see Joe today but ok have a backup plan I went to Joe cell and talk to him before I came here if getting is interview fails there's always plan b this is breaks out and we go to the roof to enjoy ourselves and private for an hour

What

Gjvd

Rumbling noises lights Go out

Note lights went out due to SCP 1504 sneaking into the control room and the stopping the lights dizzy then escape through her miss form through the ventilation system and the two met on the roof after SCP 1504 took couple of bottles of beer from dr.... office the two stage on the roof remaining hour on deck chairs that SCP 1504 stole from a supply closetthe towards the sunset together was drinking beers a small recording managed to be caught before cameras went off of the two on the roof

SCP 1504 is blue and dizzy is green

So how was the interview

you no it was emotional but at least I got to see you too old friends

to old friends

the two then sheared and continue watching the sunset

End log

[shadysadie]

The level of how fast and loose corporations blatantly disregard human life is staggering to me.

The planet is on fire, the coral reef is dead, and we have garbage patches in the oceans that are quickly becoming the size of continents. But really, to me though things have always kind of difficult to fully comprehend. Maybe because there are so many players involved so its harder to point fingers, maybe it's because that scale is so big I can't wrap my head around it, or maybe it's just too far away.

But I live in Superior, WI. Last year the oil refinery in town started on fire.

The first explosion happened around 10 in the morning and since the daycare I work at was so less than half a mile away our whole building shook like a semi landed on the roof. Bookshelves fell over, toddlers fell over, things fell off tables, one of the dramatic pre-schoolers yelled, "We're all going to die!"

We told the kids a dragon had landed on our roof, what else were we going to say? We had twenty panicking pre-schoolers and no idea what had just happened. We figured it out pretty quickly, a coworker and I went outside to see what happened and already there was a giant mushroom cloud.

We all spent most of that morning watching the news on our phones because surely there was going to be directions to tell schools and childcare facilities what to do right? Nope. Well, okay, technically there was, but the directions were, 'don't panic, don't evacuate, everything is under control.'

Surprise, things were not under control. By 1pm here were 3 more explosions, all way bigger and louder than the first. FINALLY, we get word that yeah, maybe we should evacuate after all. A mandatory evacuation zone is established in a 3 mile radius of the refinery. At this point they inform the public, by the way, the fire is right now only burning oil, but its right next to a tank full of hydroflouric acid and if that catches fire it will completely wipe out everything within a 10 mile radius. Comforting to know when your stuck in a building less than a mile away full of small children.

Obviously staff couldn't leave until kids left because we didn't have any way to transport them anywhere safer, but my boss made sure to send the staff members with children of their own off right away. My wife was picking up our girls from their school's evac site, so I stayed with my boss and one other coworker until we were down.

The roads became gridlocked really fast so it took about two hours for most parents to arrive (Superior is small, so it usually takes 15 mins or less to get from one side to another) But after two hours we were still left with 3 brothers, a baby, a toddler, and a pre-schooler. At that point my boss decided we NEEDED to leave, the parking lot was covered in thick, black smoke and it became clear if we stayed we would not be able to escape at all. So we packed the kids into her car, (figuring it didn't matter that she didn't have car seats, traffic was going 2mph anyways) and headed out. I found out later that the boys' single mother couldn't get off work to get them. She worked at Wal-Mart, and even though it was inside the evac zone the employees couldn't leave without permission from corporate. Corporate did not grant permission at any point. Employees who left during this were fired and blacklisted, same with people who didn't show up to their shifts. In one case that meant a mother had to choose between leaving her kids in a cloud of poisonous gas or not being able to feed them, but luckily my boss is not a monster.

I eventually make it to my wife and kids and we head out of town, here's a picture from the top of the hill in the next town over, about 15 miles away.

We went to my friends farm in the country to stay and watch the news coverage. The fire went into the night and got to the point fire fighters couldn't even get close enough to combat it. There were fire balls, literal fire balls the size of cars, shooting out of it. We were safe, but we still knew a lot of people who couldn't get out. Like our elderly neighbors who we had to leave behind because Ma was too sick to get from the bed to the car. It was the longest, scariest day of my life.

Eventually the national guard showed up and got the fire out, they did manage to keep the hydroflouric from combusting, so after a couple of days we could go home. They told us everything was fine, but we knew they weren't being completely honest. The tap water tasted weird after that, it still does. It leaves a strange filmly feeling in your mouth and somehow makes your mouth feel drier after drinking it, but so far it hasn't killed us so I still drink it. Lung problems were rampant that year, particularly with children. All the babies and toddlers had constant chest infections all through the rest of spring and summer. Pre-schoolers did a little better but they still all sounded like a group of 80-year-old chainsmokers. A year and a half on and that's pretty much cleared up, though there's a huge spike in kids with asthma. Doctor's assure us its probably unrelated. Rashes are another thing that increased in prevalence. Big tough, splotchy, dry patches. But they don't hurt, they're just ugly.

We found out the fire started because a bunch of safety protocols had recently been abolished to make the plant more efficient. Husky Oil paid us for lost wages during the evac as well as money spent on hotels, gas, and food but so far they've refused to acknowledge any responsiblity for the strange health conditions nor have they put any money into studying the long term health affects of the fire on the citizens.

Today I found out that the plant is reopening and they still plan on using hydroflouric acid in their operations. I can not express how deeply disgusted I am by this. That day felt like being in Hell (truly, fire and brimstone Hell) and now I find out the company learned nothing from it. They are 100% okay with sacrificing our town (which by the way is named Superior because it is on the tip of Lake Superior, the biggest source of fresh water in North America, and connected directly with the other four Great Lakes, so NOT a lake we want to fuck up) to make a profit.

I might not be able to fathom the severity of global climate change, mass extinction, or garbage continents because my brain is unable to comprehend a scale that large. But I can share with you an example of one very dramatic event with a very clear culprit to highlight the complete lack of responsiblity and human decency that corporate America has. That we allow them to have.

[phoebeyates-archive]

Phoebe desperately craved to live in Leila's world. Where everything could be solved so simply by setting it on fire and forgetting about it. And whilst it was a thought that crossed her mind, she just couldn't. Untethering the bond between her and her mom was so much easier back when Phoebe knew her mother's priorities. The box represented some sort of request or goal, and it intrigued and worried Phoebe all the same that she couldn't get a read on Lisa's intentions anymore. "Jesus, Leila. I'm starting to think you're a little pyro. No, we can't set it on fire either."

What if you were fully aware of the bad things but couldn't change them? What if it was some self-fulfilling prophecy bullshit? Phoebe didn't vocalise these thoughts out of worry she'd seem like she was spiralling, flopping back on the couch instead, watching the box for a moment, before shifting her gaze to the floor. "What if it's too late?" She asked instead, voice barely above a whisper, because she felt like the bad had latched onto her like a parasite, slowly infecting her brain with its poison, tears welling in her eyes. A wet laugh bubbled from her, the image of Leila using her toolbox on Foster with all her focus and might, once again wishing she could crawl into her friend's head and just stay there. "It's not the type of thing your tools could fix," She explained. "I had a...thing with someone. And we had a big fight, and I hurt his feelings and broke my own heart in the process." It was the condensed version of events, but she couldn't bear getting into the details. "I love him, Lei. I love him so much and I really hurt him. I hurt someone I love. I..." She trailed off with a choking sound. "I'm the worst part of them both." Phoebe thought back to both of her parents, how it always seemed like their love for their daughter was outweighed by the resentment they felt in the decision to keep her.

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The fun part about a closed box, if you asked Leila, was that you simply didn't know what was in it. There could be any number of exciting things in the box, you just had to open it and find out. However, she was willing to accept Phoebe's choice on the matter, as it was entirely hers to make. "Well. If we can't open it, then I think the next best option is to set it on fire. Then we know it's gone, gone," she advised with a solemn nod. Throwing it away or just getting rid of it didn't have the same sense of finality to it.

Her lips twisted again in thought, pondering the question before offering a slow shrug. "I think...maybe at least if you recognize the bad things, it's probably easier to change them?" Better to know and be able to make changes than to just be oblivious to any potential faults. Not that she felt Phoebe had any, since obviously her best friend was the best no matter what. Her attention perked up at the mention of needing to fix something, that being what Leila considered her specialty. "Oh! I have my toolbox, should I go get it? What did you break? I can teach you to fix it."

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