#scp rip off

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

[squeaky toy noise]

[brainrotisseriechicken]

kondraki baseball doodles since ive been really getting into baseball again (go m's!!) (queued)

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT MY LITTLE FUCKED UP VOID BEING LOOK AT THIS FUNKY FRESH FREAK OF NATURE I LOVE THEM I LOVE YOU

Creature study featuring AB299 from @showrunnerihardlyknowher’s new story!

a silly shadow creature of unknown origin Haven't even finished the whole first part of writing cuz that thing is long and I’m busy, but monster design is like my favorite thing to draw so here it is!

(extra lineart under cut)

[discoknack]

Skully's Punishment Part 2

Part 1 here

As always I got the idea from @sonicasura

Also spoilers for episode 10-11.

Hoshina crooned at the Yoju, stopwatch in hand, "Good~ good, keep breathing just like that."

Skully's breathing was measured and deliberate, but their small form would occasionally shudder with a suppressed sob.

"Keep those arms out, knees bent. Tuck that tail more, no cheating! Almost there... Five. Four. Three..."

Hoshina almost couldn't hear himself over Skully's sudden outburst - they roared and screamed, mouth wide open and fists tightening. But they held their position, even with their limbs shaking. Very good. When he reached zero with an "all done!" Skully finally collapsed, sprawling onto their belly.

Then Skully took a deep breath, chest expanding, and began to weep, whimpering softly like a deflating balloon.

Hoshina swept them off the floor, holding Skully up by their underarms and grinning. "Ya done good, Rookie! I'm proud of you! Think you'll listen to me next time~?"

Skully was almost limp in his hands. But then they began to wiggle, straightening and grabbing Hoshina's arms for support, whimpering with each effort. They looked him in the eyes with tears streaming down their face and nose. Hoshina was kinda hoping they'd reply with a defeated 'yeah' or an 'uh huh' at least, but instead the Yoju babbled at him for a good ten seconds or so. Their words slurred together and they stopped and started several times, interrupted by sobs. Their kaiju vocal cords weren't doing them any favors, either. There were only a few words Hoshina could make out: Papa... gigantic scary... hurt... something...

He got the gist of it anyhow.

"Well, aren't you a sweetie!" he said, bringing Skully closer and wrapping his arms around them. "Just like your mumma."

Hoshina rubbed the spines on Skully's back. Skully settled in immediately, rumbling and chirping.

"But I'm not just your Papa; I'm also your Vice-Captain. I have a duty to my soldiers, ya know." That didn't fully sound right. "I have a duty to my children, especially." That sounded weird still. But it was probably the best description. "So. You hafta listen to me double-time~" Hoshina nuzzled Skully's neck, provoking happy chirps.

Hoshina sighed. "Justtt like your mama..."

Of course Kafka's kid would be just like him. Incredibly loyal. Admirable, but he sets a bad example. That's what I get for bringing on a rookie just 'cuz I liked him, huh? "Don't get too attached to your comrades," I told him. "Anything can happen."

Kafka! You had better come back. You owe me that much!

Hoshina was glad he had sent Okonogi away and was alone with the Yoju. So no one else could see his face.

-

"Hibino Kafka." Captain Ashiro said, idly thumbing the barrel of her gun. The smaller one, that is - not the cannon, thank god.

Kafka had stopped stressing a few moments ago, no longer sensing his whelp's cries and figuring that, with how they tapered off, it was fine. But now he was on edge again. Did she notice him sigh? "Y-yes, Captain?"

"The little one..." Mina shifted her weight, seeming uncertain. Kafka couldn't place why. "It's yours, isn't it?"

Well, there was no sense in lying.

"Yeah."

"Are you...?" Mina asked, "Do you...? Did-?" Then some color came into her cheeks and she turned away. "Sorry. Inappropriate questions."

Kafka took a moment to understand...

"Ehhh?! You got me all wrong! There's no way I'd be fooling around with- eee! sorry sorry..." He shrank back down into his seat at the sight of all the guns trained on him.

After some moments had passed, and the gunmen slowly relaxed, Mina made an odd sound, and looked like she was about to throw up. Her whole body was tense.

She did it again, grabbing at her neck and making little "ahem"s. She had to close her eyes or else they'd bulge out of her skull.

"Mi-!"

"Captain are you alright?!" Kafka had been interrupted by one of the soldiers.

Mina's forehead creased and she covered her mouth, but she couldn't stop the giggle from finally escaping. She managed to quiet down quickly, but even still, her shoulders shook. Finally, she took a breath and then did it again, tears springing to her eyes.

On the third breath she had it handled, getting a proper hold of her gun. She slowly exhaled, sobering up, almost to the point of a slight frown. Blinking away the tears, unsmiling, she said, "yes."

[rhouxl]

They said I was whorin' myself out an' savin' only th' ankles f'r th' devil.

— X

[SCP/CI - Dogwood of @serpentsurgency - he/him]

ID in alt.

[panaceawriting]

If I live long enough to get there

Written December 27th, 2024

Tw's: Serious injury, one graphic depiction of a wound

I stumbled through the now-empty halls of my former workplace, trying not to lose too much blood. I was an endocrinologist, and one of the best in my field at that. By no means should I have had a dangerous job, and yet, when the CIA or whatever approached me to offer a position at a fucking secret laboratory for biological testing, my dumb ass said yes. I was good at it, too. I had one of the best track records in the company. It couldn’t last, though. And of course, when it all went wrong, it all went as wrong as possible all at once, because nothing we were doing here was ever a good idea. We did pretty well for a while; the place had been going strong for seven years when I got there, and I worked for another eight. All it took was a single beat missed, though. 

Something had stabbed me in the abdomen as I was running. It scampered away so fast, I couldn’t tell what it was, but I had a guess based on the vomiting blood and fainting. I didn’t have any way to tell how long I was passing out for, but it shouldn’t have been more than a minute at a time. Still, apparently that was enough time for me to be left behind, enough time for something to take off half my foot without waking me up. 

I had been trying to get to an elevator, but my brain was pretty fogged at the time, and those harsh blue lights were giving me a migraine. Still, I was starting to panic by this point, thinking I had made a wrong turn somewhere. I quickly ducked into a nearby room, part of the administrative department, hoping to find a map, or at least a moment to gather my thoughts. I stumbled into the cubicle nearest the door. Taking off my coat, the piece of cloth I had used to stop the bleeding in my side was near saturation. 

I tried booting up the computer, and by some miracle it almost worked, but it crashed before I could get anything of use out of it, and I couldn’t get anything after that. After a moment of resting, I went to leave, but I was hit with an overwhelming sense of dizziness, and had to sit back down. I fought against it for as long as I could, but I passed out after what probably wasn’t too long. 

I woke up about half an hour later; the blackouts were getting longer, which was concerning. Very concerning, actually, but I didn’t have the resources to do anything about it, so it’d have to either be fine or kill me. Pushing through the waving in my head, I stood up, and kept moving towards the nearest elevator, hoping it would be operational. 

It took a while and a few wrong turns, but I did make it to the elevator, though the poison was rapidly getting worse. I leaned against the smooth metal doors, trying to poke through the thickening fog in my brain to press the button. I slammed the button, and stumbled back. I did my best to look forward and watched as the door. Slowly, creakingly, the two metal panels slid apart, revealing an empty elevator shaft, countless cables and wires scaling the sides. 

I stared down the shaft, dejected. I considered climbing down, but after a sudden bout of dizziness brought me to my knees, I had to accept that it wasn’t happening. I sat down by the door and, for lack of anything better to do, cried until I passed out, which wasn’t long. 

I woke up some time later; I’m not sure how long, but it was long enough that my throat was dry when I returned. I got up, my legs shaking, and started walking away. Looking back, I’m not sure what my goal was. I wanna say I was going to find another elevator, but I think I might’ve just been looking for a better place to die. I’m not sure, my thoughts were all kind of blurry at the time. 

I remember passing that big yellow ‘dangerous product ahead’ sign by the doorway to the wing where they kept the fucked-up things. I stumbled through the halls, each and every door opened. I’d poke my head into the cells for projects I was familiar with; they were all empty, with the exception of one immobile thing, which I felt bad for, but didn’t have the capacity to help. As the poison’s symptoms got worse, I sat down to rest, if just for a bit. 

After a bit, I started to feel a pounding in my head. I assumed it was the poison at first, but it became quickly apparent that it was, in fact, the sound of something rather large approaching. I got up and did my best to run, but with the weakness growing in my legs compounding with the sudden vertigo that came with standing up, I moved far too slow, far too late. I heard a voice behind me, though I didn’t have it in me to turn around. 

“Oh, it’s you.”

I felt whatever was chasing me pick me up, and seemingly sling me over it’s shoulder. All I could see from there was the back of the orange jumpsuit we give to all the human-shaped things we make, but between the thing’s size and it’s voice, I had an idea of who this was. I always thought that the orange uniforms were meant to make us less empathetic towards the subjects, maybe by reminding us of prisoners to imply they deserve this, somehow. The higher-ups insisted that it was for economic reasons, though, and I definitely don’t doubt that they were cheap. Anyways, in the adrenaline of being chased and picked up, I passed out pretty quickly. 

The next moment I was aware, I was laying on a blanket in a cornfield. Looking up, I saw the sky stretching out above me, blue and clear in every direction. It wasn’t until I sat up and felt the breeze blowing through the corn that I accepted that I was actually outside, and not just having some weird hallucination. I turned around, and jumped as I saw my… kidnapper? Or maybe savior? The person who took me was sitting behind me, eating a cheeseburger in two bites. 

She was one of the first projects I was assigned to, and supposedly one of the first human subjects at the facility. To my understanding she was more or less someone they grabbed off death row and pumped with experimental drugs, but that was all years before I got there. I was never given a name for her, just an identification number. 

We made eye contact a moment later. 

“Oh, shit, you didn’t die.”

“I… didn’t. You didn’t kill me.”

“Y’don’t say. I don’t have like, any memories from before y’all started tryin’ shit on me, d’you know where I could get like, an ID or somethin’?”

“I- No, I do-”

“Figures. Y’might wanna get that checked by the way, shit smells rotten.”, she gestured to the wound in my side.

I slipped my coat off, pull up the corner of my shirt, and sure enough, it was not doing well. The edges of the wound had turned purple with necrosis. I pulled the cloth out, its former rich violet now stained rust red-brown. 

“I’ll carry you to the nearest city if you spot me some cash.”

“I- if I live long enough to get there, sure.”

[banesberry-anomoly]

NOOOO HE FELL OVER

Chat they turned me into snowclef

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

because you should be

[solizen]

This is an SCP AU/crossover for another fandom. This is not the real SCP-2443.

Item #: SCP-2443 "REN"

Object Class: Keter

Threat Level: Red

Special Containment Procedures: As of right now, the means to contain SCP-2443 are unknown.

Anything regarding SCP-2443 has been handed over to Dr. Angel and any more information regarding SCP-2443 can be found through the Angel's Archives.

Archive LOG 3:

[faint humming from Dr. Angel is heard]

"Okay~! Renren, tell me- uh- how did... how exactly did you come into existence? Were you born, where you created, are you from a rip in space-time? Like where did you come from? We need to at least figure that out..."

"...I dunno."

"Are you lying? I can't tell."

"N-No I... I don't... all I know is... you..."

[Dr. Angel takes in a shaky breath]

"Why? Why me? What's so special about me, Ren?"

[SCP-2443 REN stays silent]

"Renren... you're shaking..."

[footsteps from Dr. Angel are heard]

"Ren-"

[theres a glitch in the audio and Dr. Angel gasps]

"And... they're gone... Fuck."

[a chair drags from its position and you can hear Dr. Angel collapse into it with a sigh]

"Dammit. Dammit all. I just want to figure you out. I want to know you... that's all..."

[the audio is manually clicked off]

[spaceybot]

Things That Were Not on My Bionicle Book Bingo (Bionicle Adventures Edition)

SCP Creatures

Kaiju city battle

Vakama breaking into Lhikan’s house (he's dead) to look at his diary all whilst getting yelled at by an old furry for breaking into Lhikan’s house

Rahi / animals suddenly ripping each other to shreds and jumping off cliffs and getting killed after the first 10ish books made sure to skirt around "animal" violence

Onewa turning his “here’s why you fucking suck” speeches on whoever the Villain of the Day is and it working with like a near 100% success rate

Nuju NOT being the cute, generic 2000s smart guy from the Miramax movie. Will canonically point a weapon at Matau’s head because his shapeshifting powers are freaking him out. “Change back.”

World’s most nonchalant reveal (not even in-text in the main books) that hey guys Real!Dume’s been fine all along yeah he just decided to stay back on Metru Nui after crawling out of his pod off-screen

[scary-lasagna]

OH OH?’ YOU WRITE SCPS?! If you can, can I request Able (076) where he’s in love and dating SCP foundation worker reader?

My first SCP ask!! :] I haven't given Abel nor Cain much thought outside of Abel just assisting with breaches. Sorry I went a little crazy on the length!

SCP-076 - Abel

Abel is one of the more...difficult SCPs that you have researched.

You've been at this site longer than you can count back to, and even a previous site as well, before that one was nuked terribly.

And you've never met a creature such as him.

Whenever he wasn't killing people, he was pacing the viewing glass of his cell, staring at you.

You felt terrible, like a mouse being stalked by a lion.

Abel was always agitated, always angry, and the only time you've seen him smile was either when he was ripping out intestines, or, recently, when you shot him in the head with an automatic pistol.

It's freaky.

A part of you thinks that he wants to act on revenge.

Another, more human part of you, which is rare these days, almost suggests that he's looking at you with respect.

You were the only one to stop him without that explosive collar he wore in the past 5 years, after all. That had to count for something, right?

You had piles and piles of paper work pertaining to him, knowing him inside and out for the past 2 years.

And on the day of an MTF operation, you thought you were safe in your office. This was your first mistake, you should never feel safe in this field of work.

But in the midst of a small, harmless breach, Abel had launched himself through the locked security door of your office like a fucking looney-tune character.

And this was it. You would die. He would kill you, and you would be written off as another causality in this breach.

But lo and behold, a quite large axe materialized in his hand, and swung it right over your head, missing you by at most 3/4 of an inch.

SCP-439, an insect to bigger than 3 centimeters, had been the SCP to breach containment during MTF patrolling hours.

"You are safe now." His voice, husky, still held a certain gentleness as he spoke toward you.

And out of the two years of studying this creature, this violent, animalistic entity, you’ve never seen him act in such a cautious, intriguing manner.

The axe disappeared into the supposed pocket dimension of weapons, and he very unceremoniously grabbed your face on either side, cocking his head to stare you down.

You couldn’t move, didn’t have any last words to say, and you didn’t have that automatic pistol that saved your life last time.

This might be where you finally succumb to the horrors of the foundation.

But…Abel only studied you, taking in every little feature of your face, counting every eyelash and freckle and noting the way your nostrils flared with fear.

“I would not hurt you, Reasearcher. You are much too…unique. I would like to propose a-”

Not another word left his mouth, because it was shot off by the sudden wave of MTF entering your office.

So much for proposing a courting.

[sen-sational]

I'm just gonna say this now

Every god damn mcrp Davis makes he always seems to make me complete agree with molten

(Spoilers for some of the series if you haven't seen) [it's long]

Cause wdym molten used to be glamrock Freddy but his 'friends' one day beat the shit out of him and then was taken underground to have Afton help him and use him, yeah I'd be evil too.

Or when molten from Bonnie's adventures originally came from another dimension where he was excluded at times and even used as a weapon (as most molten's are) and not to mention he's actually a child haunting the body (from what I remember) and ended up getting pushed through the portal as far as we know and landed in Bonnie's adventures, he has decent time, meets another Gregory to hang out with, accidentally kills a man who was trying to rob the place, FREDDY DOING WHATEVER THE FUCK and did something to make him obey.

Then you got FNAFverse molten (then one from thefamousfilms channel) who used to be nice but constantly bullied by the other people in his body and forced to kill by rockstar Freddy in the past and then not only had to work for Afton but had a bomb in his head that with go off is he said something, got dumped in lava and somehow survived, survived a building blowing up, and again (I think) but this time fucking up his lower body) a bunch of a shit happens, C! Davis tortures molten (kinda valid though since molten tortured him first years before. Gets kidnapped and has his legs ripped off so that dude is forced to use a wheelchair (that's not even all of it but we're gonna move on)

SCP molten who showed up a couple times and my guy was insane and so lonely he killed other

And then we got tsams molten who is a sweetheart we love him as well

But anyway, completely agree that every molten deserves better because God damn

I can't even tell if Davis loves molten or down right hates him because in every FNAF series Davis makes it always has molten

I've probably gotten some info wrong with how long it's been since I've binged all these series but if you decided to read this not knowing what the hell I'm on about I suggest you watch these series they are very good

And merch is great too got most of it covering on wall

If your not feeling FNAF content definitely watch some of Kat's content it is amazing I can't stop rewatching her series

[diristine]

Patch was captured by the Foundation on their way to one of their gigs with their band, sure they did their best to get away but theres only so much you can do when you get shot with a tranquilizer.

Initially the Foundation caught them due to multiple sightings of them working different jobs at the same time, they assumed catching one wouldn’t stop all of them but rather maybe give them a better idea on how to stop them. Which immediately proved false as overtime the Patch sightings disappated, as Patch’s movements were founded upon the fact that they use everyone’s lost time whether they want it or not.

The lost hours you get sleeping or doom scrolling? Patch gets every second of that lost time that they can put to use working, yet somehow theyre still broke even with all that. Truly, Patch isn’t aware of the fact theyve been functioning on both lost time and normal.

When it came to containment, it turned out Patch didn’t just function off of lost time but things that were lost in general. If they wanted a phone in containment, suddenly they found someone’s lost phone underneath their mattress. Lost socks and snacks? Patch had them.

This ended up causing a multitude of low-level breaches as Patch proceeded to appear in areas that were “lost” to the Foundation. Such as finding scp-055, finding Atlantis, finding Iceberg’s lost bag of flying fucks, finding scp-055, figuring out where the McDonalds in the Foundation was, finding lost seconds in a breach to slip out of their cell, taking one Dr. Glass’ lost sleep as their own, finding the amnestics, locating the memories of D-Class personnel, finding scp-055, finding where the O5s hide, finding the lost internet connection, finding Kondraki’s whereabouts, finding scp-055, finding scp-055, finding Clef’s last fuck, finding the location of the Montauk house, finding Clef’s heart, finding [REDACTED], finding scp-055, finding Clef’s lost stash of hallucinogenics that they promptly got high on, and many more incidents over the year they were there.

The Foundation tried telekill alloy amongst other things to keep Patch within their containment but nothing seemed to work, as long as something or somewhere was lost, Patch would be able to make it there one way or another.

Paired with the fact that one Detective Void was on the rise looking for his sibling, it didn’t look too good on the Foundation. Other GOIs had started to place pressure on the group to either kill Void or release his sibling (turns out his pact with a certain demon proved him to be nearly impossible to kill as he kept escaping and coming back like a cockroach with a vengeance). Especially since he was beginning to convince the public (granted, mostly conspirators) of their existence, it was ripping seams in the veil that they all coveted and found comfort behind.

In the end, the Foundation simply put a tracker in Patch and let them free. Now simply monitoring their movements and how they interact with the world, seeing as they arent inherently hostile or dangerous it is one of the few anomalies allowed to roam freely in the world.

[sininply-a-moth]

NEW SCP AU DROPPED

PUT YOUR OC HERE, WATCH THEM SUFFER

CONTENT WARNINGS- loss of limbs, blood, possible death, probably disfigurement, general bad time for everyone

ANGST for everyone. huzzah.

I'm so good at marketing.... heh... click read more INSTANTLY.

End of Anomalies

premise: a reality anchor breaks horrifically, either sabotaged or on purpose, I haven't decided yet, but it breaks. and every anomalous thing is sucked towards it, even the people. you can hold on tight to something, and not get sucked into the mass of chaos, but it means all the anomalous features are either torn out violently, or otherwise removed.

Clef - third eye got ripped out, can no longer reality bend. I think it's really jarring because in my canons, usually reality benders have a different hume level to the norm, so losing your reality bending abilities would also mean returning to normal hume levels-> basically having to relearn your senses because everything is duller/different

Kondraki - no longer has his butterflies... depending on if I go with 408 or 7408 he might just not be present whatsoever, or at least slowly start deteriorating as time goes on

Gears - can actually express slight emotions now, because I like to think that some extent of his unfeelingness is anomalous

Iceberg - Is warm ! not happy about this because he got used to being cold. everything feels like it's on fire all the time. also lost some of his fingers due to frostbite, since I think the fact that he stays together at all isn't just because he's cold.

963 omitted for now as I'm unsure which version to go with/don't want to cause drama, but if can be separated from thing making them immortal -> mortal, if cannot -> not present

being able to be separated includes being able to live with having it torn out by force btw.

Glass - remains relatively unaffected (not anomalous), but would likely be forced to go back to his agent days as MTF units/military/etc. would be in high demand to try to secure things

---

HOW THE BROKEN REALITY ANCHOR WORKS.

▪︎ if you're/something's anomalous to any degree, they will be pulled towards it. the further you are away, the stronger the pull ! you do not lose velocity though, and we're ALSO ignoring terminal velocity with this one

▪︎ if you have anomalous parts and you grab onto something real tight, the anomalous bits will get ripped off until you're 'normal' enough to not be actively dragged anymore. you still feel the pull towards the anchor in anything that remains, but as long as you don't get too far away, you're fine

this means people who were incredibly anomalous still retain very mild properties, whereas people who were only mildly anomalous to begin with are no longer anomalous.

▪︎ you don't die when you're stuck at the anchor (after being pulled in), you just have to wait until it inevitably breaks and chaos is unleashed. unless you're in the middle tho, good luck surviving the insane pressure of nearly every anomaly being sucked into a point </3

▪︎ skips like SCP-500 are VERY last resort. People who took them not too long before the event (close enough that the medicine wouldn't have been fully processed by the body) will feel their blood trying to leave their body ! if managed to get locked up (repeatedly) (ill come onto that) they also lose their anomalous value slowly, and so would only offer a small increase in healing speed, while making the patient deal with uhm. blood escape syndrome idk

▪︎ anomalous effects are only lost if you resist the anchor! this is because if you're at the anchor, all the anomaly is there, but if you resist, the anomaly is pulled out of you </3

oh! but nefarious moth swarm, all the anomalies are in boxes ! however will they all be in one place !

the anomalies are smashed into the sides of their containment cells until they're out or otherwise no longer being pulled.

also the anchor DOES run out of energy at some point and you DO have to fight every anomaly at once. all of them. except the friendly ones I suppose.

[theallianceofcelestials]

@hazard-c-horror I'm going to answer your question in this format if it's alright.

So the SEA family doesn't know that aspect of TSAMS and EAPS lore, because TSAMS dimension didn't feel like explaining that aspect to them, somewhat in fear they'd react negatively. But if they were told that, they'd immdediatle switch tracks and be horrified.

They wouldn't be able to properly understand it, except maybe Bloodmoon, and even then they never hurt each other, so they don't know what it's like. They'd be horrified by the concept however, because it disrespects everything that's important to the celestial SCPs: family and connection

The whole idea of Suns across the dimension being used as unwilling jailers so the Moons go insane faster is appalling and disgusting and they'd start sympathising with Ruin a bit more. They'd understand why he did what he did.

Because they were told Sun and Moon didn't like being in the same body, but nothing more, they question the TSAMS dimension, who would reveal that they were worried of telling them, and it's also kinda none of their business and what happened happened, can't exactly change it now.

So potentially they would be on the hunt for a Creator in their own dimension, and it'd be Eclipse who finds him ultimately thanks to Bright, because he's dear old Sven is locked up in Foundation custody after he turned himself into a brain. They don't know if he built any animatronics, but it doesn't seem like it. Which is good, because that means they may not have to rip his metaphorical face off.

[nomsfaultau]

One of the sbi down on the floor, clutching their head in their hands almost ripping chunks of it off as the moral dilemmas of their actions come caving in, oh what have they done,,,line of good and bad blurring, they swear it was for the good, for the people they care about but now were they ever good at all—

Fault!sbi member plopping down next to them soaked in unfathomable amounts of blood from the foundation soldiers they just killed: first time?

- ehe

NO LITERATLLY

actual scene: scp Tubbo shaking and crying about only kinda murdering Rosalind and Tommy literally walked in, shrugged, and was like "Well, it was only a matter of time..."

altneratively,

MFR Techno, covered in Philza's blood: I've lost it. I'm completely insane I'm agreeing with the voices in my head, the ghosts of my abusers, all dead because of me. This was the Wither's plan from the start, she told me so, my entire life trained into the weapon for her to wield. She's been manipulating every second I've ever experienced. I've never been anything other than the blade she's honed. I've become my abusers. This proves them all right. I'm not safe to be around anymore. Violence is an inescapable cycle-

Fault The "enjoys the cycle of violence" Blade: uhhhhhhhh actually I think doing more murder might help you feel better...sounds like there's a lot of people causin' problems in your life that we gotta take care of. And uh self control is hard but I can give you some mental health tips because this kinda seems like a skill issue...

ALTERNATIVELY:

Lanterns Tommy sobbing on the floor: I KILLED SOMEONE

Golden Apples Tommy: Just apologize when they respawn. Idiot.