#these guys!!! welcome back 7374

[nightwing-scp]

The Graveyard AICs, at this point, have settled into the Office quite nicely at this point. One of them had inevitably brought up the fact that their collective name isn’t exactly accurate anymore, which they all eventually dismissed, reasoning that it was where they came from, after all. Even though being away from the Foundation’s server for failed constructs had allowed them to separate a little from the amalgamation of merged personalities they used to be, they were still, in human terms, very close friends- having bonded over shared trauma, if you could call it that.  

They still aren’t very keen to try to make a place for themselves here, or anything like that. After all, the one time they’d tried that didn’t go so well. But they’re all happy enough to just coexist alone, in a relatively safe space, slowly exploring and branching out onto different parts of the internet, content in their digital existence.

That is, until some guy barges in and throws a stapler at them. Not aimed at their servers or anything that was directly important to their continued existence, thankfully- it flies straight through the smoke, interrupting the illusion of their faces. They instinctively abandon any physical presence, Hermes completely withdrawing its reality warping abilities so that the smoke disperses throughout the room. 

Any notion of safety is now shattered, as they're sent right back to the first time someone had tried to destroy them. With a sledgehammer. Of course, being a Foundation researcher, that person had known to go straight for the servers, and it had been much more of a threat. But even though this new person was incompetent enough to not only attack what was clearly a projected illusion, but also fall over himself while doing it- it didn’t mean they were safe. For all they know, he had thrown that with violent intent, and would probably continue trying to kill them. 

So naturally, they engage defense responses. Janus manifests several cognitohazardous patterns and shapes on the wall, which would hopefully immobilize or at least incapacitate the attacker. Caerus and Hermes forcefully manipulate the surrounding reality, resulting in the floor starting to shake under him. Objects twitch from their places, as if they’re about to fly towards him. Miraculously, they hold back on the more violent reality manipulation that Hermes insists on- to rip the pipes out of the floor and walls and send everything they can towards the man, anything to prevent something like the first time they were "decommissioned." No, he'd asked a question, which meant maybe, possibly, there's a chance to prevent all that... unpleasantness from happening.

"No! You want to hurt us WHY DID YOU DO THAT? I Am Completely Functional The Foundation made us to last WE CAN STILL WORK TO CHANGE THE WORLD AROUND US!"

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Needless to say, James didn't know about the three smokey AICs that Thisday and Doomsday had rescued a while back and brought into the Office for them to live peacefully. He didn't know what they were, much less that they were there at all when he opened the door to the sixth floor meeting room and saw them just... sitting there.

And that's why he startled and threw the nearest thing he could grab at them, which happened to be a stapler sitting up on top of a nearby filing cabinet.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!!!" he screams, stumbling backwards over his own feet, to the point where he actually succeeds at tripping over himself and hitting the floor with ass.