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[whimsicaldreemurr]

(Asriel) “You don’t have to do this.”

Send my muse ❝ you don’t have to do this ❞ and see what their reaction is.

* The ground beneath them is iced over. Their soul, projected from their locket, is cracked, slightly off-color - as if barely held together, formerly shattered. Pieced back together, bit by bit, over so many years, and now used for battle in spite of its fragile state. Why did they carry on? They weren’t even sure anymore.

* They only knew that seeing h̨̢͕̯͖͖̮͙̖͈̥͑́͑̾i̟̫͉̺͓͔̺ͧ͝m̘͔̜͖͋̂ͧ̉͌ infuriated them, in as far as they could feel infuriated. Reminded them of the years of isolation. They could’ve been together - maybe another Asriel? Maybe this one? It didn’t matter. They saw him, any version of him, and they remembered no matter how hard they tried to forget the betrayal, the loneliness, the whispers of people who were still alive, in that place between life and death. Waiting.

* They grip the knife in their hand tighter. They grip their locket with their other. They let out a breath, just one, and the edges of the circle of ice that has formed around them abruptly jut out into icicles that dare him to come near.

* “I don’t, do I?” Their voice is not exactly questioning, but thoughtful. Whatever ending this world or any other achieved, however their dearest brother turned out, none of it mattered, did it? 

* It didn’t change how they felt.

* “But I am,” they muttered, as if steeling themself for the task, before more icicles emerged from their growing barrier to launch themselves at him.

[ourshyartcollection]

SCP-Confidential: Dr. Anya Phalanx

*This is a work of fanfic and not considered canon*

Name: Phalanx, Anya

Clearance: Level 5 

Personnel Classification: Site Director, Site-000

Age: 29 [REDACTED] [Under Threat of Bodily Harm]

Ethnicity: South Asian, Indian

Relatives: 

Mother & Father 

speculated to be part of a less radical sect of G.O.I.: Serpents Hand

Whereabouts: Unknown

Possession of anomalous abilities: Unknown

Younger Brother

Pending member of G.O.I.: Gamers Against Weed

Whereabouts: Currently mapping the multi-verse

Possession of anomalous abilities: Technopathy, multiverse-hoper

>>

Personnel File: Dr. Anya Phalanx has been shown to be focused and near-obsessive while at her work, even forgetting to eat and sleep; off work, her personality becomes completely polarized, showing the same level of carelessness and unpredictability the same level as Dr. Bright. She has also shown great empathy and compassion to SCP’s, especially to SCP-5050.

Dr. Phalanx was inducted into Foundation when she made contact with one of our agents and showed proof that she knew of the foundation's existence. She was brought in for questioning and was later offered a job as a Site Director for an experimental open-air containment facility designated Site-000; this was a direct order by O5 command.

Note: Why O5 command gave the order is unknown, and highly unusual; seeing as the decision to hire Ms. Phalanx had no important impact on the foundation what so ever.

**

{Security_Footage: █/█/██ Wednsday}

<Phalanx walks in and is greeted by Foundation agent working the counter>

Agent: Welcome to Wendys, would you like to try our limited time specials?

Phalanx: Not today, I just need to speak to your manager.

Agent: I’m sorry ma'am, the manager isn’t in today if you have a complaint, please feel free to go to our website and-

Phalanx: Not that manager.

<Phalanx pulled out a Foundation ID badge of ████, currently MIA and handed it towards the agent>

Phalanx: I would like to speak to your manager, it’s important that I do.

Agent: Uh... Please wait while I call management.

Anya Phalanx: It’s fine, call “management”, I’ll be waiting.

<The agent contacted Foundation personnel to extract Phalanx and bring her to [REDACTED] for questioning>

**

Interviewee: Anya Phalanx

Interviewer: Agent ████

Foreward: Initial interrogation/interview on how Ms. Phalanx discovered the foundation, and how she was able to obtain foundation property. [Part/audio have been cut/deleted by direct order of O5 command]

<Begin Log>

Anya Phalanx: So... Got any snacks? I’m Kinda hungry.

Agent ████:  I’m afraid not Ms. Phalanx, so if you wouldn’t mind telling me, wha-?

Anya Phalanx: You want to know how much do I know about the SCP Foundation right? And Please call me Anya.

Agent ████: Uh... Alright Anya, if you already know the question, then you know we want to hear the answers, for your sake.

Anya Phalanx: Alright, I want one thing first!

Agent ████: And what is that one thing?

Anya Phalanx: I want a job.

Agent ████: Excuse me!?

Anya Phalanx: You heard me.

Agent ���███: A-Alright, as long as you’ll tell me what you know.

Anya Phalanx: Great, so if I remember correctly the foundation was created by [REDACTED] after the discovery of [REDACTED], which was designated the first SCP, although this may not be the original foundation since humanity did die a few times but was brought back due to the SCP-[REDACTED]. And don’t even get me started on the fact that you have no idea which [REDACTED] is actually the first or the fact that the O5 has [REDACTED] that it’s-

 Agent ████: Stop, stop! most of what you just said is already above my clearance level, look just wait here and you’ll get your job interview underway-.

Anya Phalanx: Oh, sorry I know you were just gonna send me to D-Class so I’m not waiting, and when I said I wanted a job I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to them.

Agent ████: Wha-what, a-are y~ou- *Agent ████ was rendered unconscious*

Anya Phalanx: Alright, now that they’re unconscious that just leaves you guys and me, so great and might O5 how about we have a little chat, and if you think you can just get rid of me: latitude [Data Expunged], longitude [Data Expunged], so now that you know I have leverage, Lets talk.

*File Expunged by direct order of O5 command*

>>

Note: Ms. Phalanx had been hired as a doctor and Site Director of Site-000 and is free to do with the site as she pleases, what she’s a doctor of is under speculation.

[whimsicaldreemurr]

.. Why do you hate humans, Chara? Hate is such a strong word, especially to use against your own kind.. who hurt you? Do you need a hug?

* “My own kind? H̸̬̫̪̼̞ì͈͕̘͕̬̣̮l̟̜̣̗͉a͉͉̟͍ͅr̭i̬̳̠̯̭̮ͅo̘u̞͠s͈.̧ They were intent on treating me as anything but. They made me anything but ‘human.’ All humans know is how to hurt.

* “...ah. It doesn’t ma̛t̕͟t̡e̵r̨. I was never attached to humanity. It means nothing to me. Those who hurt me are long dead, their plans meaningless. And I am still here.

* “...but no. I do not need a hug.”