The void held Robo aloft in a calm sea of darkness, keeping him floating peacefully as he opened his eyes.
There were a million voices around him, yet each was far-away and inaudible.
Without thinking, he brought himself closer to one, and suddenly a conversation reared its head in the darkness.
“It doesn't need to know.” A voice said, stern and distant. “It's a shapeshifter. A powerful one. Perhaps even more powerful than 239. Or Able.”
“Bullshit.” Another voice said. He could hear his voice coming from tensely gritted teeth. “He's a shapeshifter, Gears. Imagine the applications he could have for the Foundation. Something that can imitate one of the Samsaras. Something that can nuke a site on command. We just need to propose it to the O5s, get experimental testing in Site 13, reclaim all the shit we lost.”
“And do you think you can convince it not to scare all the monsters in the way?” The first voice said. “Its literal mission as an anomaly is to scare people. Right now, we temper that by lying to it. The potential of making it cause an XK when it finds out what we're truly afraid of is too big.”
“Can't we bond him to someone?” The second voice was starting to get frustrated. “One of the doctors. One of the operatives. Someone who clicks with him.”
“And what if they give away what they're afraid of? It will do it again and again, and then it will scare more people- genuinely scare more people. And if they talk again, it might happen again, and suddenly we would be seeing a new 682 that can shapeshift roaming through the site, scaring anyone it can see and wreaking havoc by accident.” He paused, breathing in. “It is too dangerous, Doctor Vasilyevich.”
“Then we stop talking about fear-“
“You cannot control fear, Doctor Vasilyevich. Either he learns what scares people sooner, or he learns it later. There is no preventing it. And when he does, he'll turn into that, and then we will truly be afraid.”
Then he felt himself moving up, and suddenly two more voices began to speak. One was kind, but focused. Dedicated. The other was old, very old, and it was stern as well.
“She likes me, Doctor. She'll listen to me, for God's sake. Let me speak to her. She's just a little girl, and I'm her aunt.”
“Not her real aunt, Doctor Trondeheim. Not her real aunt. Your prior connection to the specimen is irrelevant, along with your reconnection after her procurement.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, you have a daughter too, don't you? Have a fucking heart. She's in the same situation as Siggy, even you can realize that.”
“166 is irrelevant to this conversation, Doctor. What matters in this discussion is that 239 is dangerous, and she has to be neutralized. You objected to my proposal to do so permanently. We have to compromise.”
“Fucking compromise?!” He heard the sound of hands being brought down upon a table, the sound ringing out across the void. “You're putting a child in a coma because she summoned, what, Santa fucking Claus? That scip is contained, now. The girl poses no other threat.”
“But the possibility that she may create more dangerous anomalies is too great to ignore. The Council recognizes it. We've seen it time and time again when she wished multiple D-Class out of existence three days ago when she was half-asleep. The spells aren't enough to restrain her. Recognize that. She's powerful. Too powerful.”
“No. This is bullshit. This is bullshit and you fucking know it, Doctor Alto fucking Clef.”
“Tone down your language, Doctor Trondeheim.”
“No, no I fucking won't. This move that you're proposing is cruelty, and you know it.”
“The Foundation is cold, not cruel, Doctor.”
“The Foundation is, but you most certainly aren't.”
“Your emotions are overtaking you. Sit down.”
“That girl has spent her entire fucking life in 118. She hasn't even seen a blade of grass, or talked to another kid! Other scips her age were at least afforded a few hours in a garden and a childhood playing with other kids. She wasn't even given that!”
“It was necessary. Stop acting like it wasn't-“
He heard the sound of something hitting wood. A small hammer, perhaps. “ORDER!” A third voice boomed, shocking the two into silence. “The council and site direction have seen enough of this… debate.” The voice spat the last word out with as much disappointment as anger. “We will follow Doctor Clef's second proposal. SCP-239 will be neutralized and induced into a coma.”
The first voice began to object. “Why-“
“This decision is final, Doctor Trondeheim.”
He felt himself floating up for the final time, and suddenly a far younger voice rung out across the room.
“What sword is that? It looks really cool and curved like that.”
A robotic voice answered. “Kindly be silent, 239. I am attempting to medicate your broken arm. Hold still.”
“Why do you call me that?” The younger voice asked. “239.” She said the word like it was rolling around her tongue. “Two-three-niiiiiine.” She giggled. “You sound like one of the doctors.”
The darkness subsided around Robo, and he found himself lying down on a cot in a large room, with a lantern illuminating his surroundings. Another cot was laid out around a campfire, but for all intents and purposes, it was bare- except for the curved sword resting on the wall in front of him, as well as the monstrously large carcass of a dead and eyeless beast in the corner.
He heard the sound of cloth being tied together. “Ah-“ The girl said, grunting in pain. “That hurts!”
He opened his eyes just a bit more, and saw two figures- one sitting on a table, with the other, a much taller one, withdrawing his hands from her arm as he finished his ministrations.
“Temporary pain for permanent healing, as the Pharaoh would say. It will subside, 239.” The figure paused, and turned to Robo. “Ah, it seems like our guest is awake.”
The smaller figure, which he thought to be the girl who was speaking earlier, carefully took herself off the table and rushed to hug him.
Robo instinctively began to move away from her, but then in one instant all the memories came flowing back.
Siggy.
The creature.
Her hitting the ground.
His eyes trailed to her broken arm, and suddenly Robo sprung to his feet.
“Siggy, you alright?” He put his hands on her shoulders, meeting her eyes with his. “I'm so sorry I left you alone. I was being a really damn big fool and-“
Siggy smiled, but something about it felt… lacking. “Mister Seth saved me.”
Robo looked away from her. “Mister Seth…?”
A tall, brown-skinned man, nearly corpse-like in his appearance, moved forward to present himself to him. His wounds were uncountable on his face alone, and countless more were scattered around his entire body, each of which should have been fatal. A device with a strap was fastened around his neck, just beneath the gaping wound on his throat. A wire from it connected with an earpiece on the left side of his head.
He could see him mouthing words, whispers coming from his ruined mouth, and then the device around his neck began to speak in a robotic voice.
“I hope you do not mind the mess, SCP-2006. My name is SCP-138, or as the little girl wishes to call me…” He rolled his eyes, and Robo noticed that one was glassy, the other clear. “Seth. As if I needed the recognition.”
Siggy smiled. “It's a pretty name. Don't be such a buttface.” She jerked a thumb to him and pretended that she was whispering to Robo. "He can't die, either."
“I am not a butt with a face, 239. I am certain it is not translating properly, but in case you are being earnest, my face is not a fleshy pillow with a tiny hole.” He sighed. "And yes, I heard you whispering there. That is true. I cannot die, though I have always wished to."
Siggy jerked a thumb towards Seth. She giggled as she spoke. “He's funny like that. I dunno why.”
Robo smiled from beneath his helmet. “I don't know why, either.” He looked at Seth. “Thank ya for saving us from the monster.”
Seth sat on a chair beside Robo's cot. “It is no problem. You must be wary, though. 939 are extremely numerous on this floor, and your attempt to scare them was very foolhardy.” He narrowed his eyes. “I know why you tried to perform such a feat, but please refrain from scaring beasts like that in the future. If not for yourself, do it for the little girl.”
He scratched his head. “Really sorry ‘bout that. I thought-“
“You thought scaring would remedy everything? Very naïve, 2006. Fear is the response, actions are the catalyst.” He jerked his head in the direction of the carcass. “And the actions of beasts like 939 catalyze much fear in responses like yours.”
Robo felt an emotion that had been alien to him previously, quickly surfacing now. It was dislike.
“Your naivete belies your inexperience in survival, 2006.” He stood up. “Do either of you even know what the other is capable of?”
Robo and Siggy exchanged glances. Their response was the same. “No?”
Seth shook his head. “Nevermind.”
Siggy perked up. “If you know so much, let me ask you something. Are you a wizard?”
Seth paused for a moment. “No, I am not a-“ Then he stopped himself. “Yes, I am a skilled practitioner of Heka. It is why I know so much.”
Siggy gasped. “Really?” She stepped closer. “Whaddya know?”
Seth narrowed his eyes for a moment, and sighed. “I know much, and can teach it to you if you wish. I can teach you my knowledge about the site and everything in it,”
He muttered inaudibly to himself right after that, which the translator interpreted as “So that you can survive…”
“And perhaps…” He looked at Siggy. “Spells, from the land of the Pharaohs.”
Siggy gasped again, and for far longer. Her astonishment was obvious. “Realllly?”
“Yes. But first, some essential lessons.”
He put a finger up in the air, creating an imaginary rectangular shape as he drew.
“This site is called Site-118. It has 24 floors, all underground. You wish to get out, correct?”
Siggy nodded eagerly. Robo did nothing but stay guarded.
“To do so, you will have to journey from floor to floor. It will not be easy. Daedalus created his Labyrinth to be a maze, but it is possible in imagination.”
Siggy cocked her head. “A maze? Labyrinth? Isn't that the story of Hercahlees?”
“Theseus.” He cleared his throat, and phlegm came from the wound on his throat. “In time, the labyrinth was taken by the Foundation in a time that I do not know, and created into the site you are in today.”
Robo crossed his arms. “So how do you know all this, huh?”
Seth shot him a look of irritation and impatience. “Because, by the gods, I can read books provided to me and all the papers lying aro-“ He paused, glanced at Siggy, then sighed. “Because I'm ma-a-a-a-a-a-gic.”
Siggy clapped in excitement. “That's so awesome! I can do magic too!”
Seth smiled at her. “I'm sure you can, witch girl.”
He continued. “Usually, there are many elevators that go between each floor that defies the labyrinth's abnormal and reality-defying shape, but that is gone now. All you can do is journey from one floor to the other on foot.”
“How long will that take?” Robo said patronizingly.
Seth shot him a straight look. “In the quickest way possible, knowing all the directions you need to go? Two years.”
Robo took a deep breath in astonishment.
“At your pace, with no idea about where to go? Six. And that is the smallest number.”
Robo blinked. “S-six?”
Siggy counted on her fingers. “So if I'm eight, then…” She looked up. “Woah. I'd be a big girl.”
Seth put his hands on his hips. Blood spurted from one of the wounds as he did so. “That's what one of the workers here told me when I still ran with them. It is why many of the survivors have formed settlements on various floors.”
He looked at both of them. “Careful with them. Most are more hostile than you think, and will not tolerate creatures like us running loose.”
“There are survivors?” Siggy said, eyes wide. “Are there any doctors among them? Girl doctors?”
“Most of them are doctors, yes.”
“Then we have to go to them! We have to find Lana!”
Robo bit his lip. “I don't think we can do that, Siggy-“
Seth spoke up. “It is impossible, unless you meet her by chance. She could be living in settlements that would kill you two on sight. It is best to give up hope on finding her, little girl.”
Siggy's face fell. “But-“
Seth's expression, which was stern earlier, lightened. “You can try, though.”
A touch of happiness returned to Siggy's face. “I can try?”
Before Seth could respond, Robo interjected. “O' course we can try, Siggy. We can take our time in getting outta here,” He looked at the corpse-man. “Right, Seth?”
“Right. You can.” He sighed. “But don't trust just anyone. There are some unsavory… characters that will want to wish you harm.” His eyes strayed to the door behind him.
“I can take them down!” Siggy said, jumping to her feet. “I'm a witch!”
Seth smiled, resignedly. “But you do not have any big spells, do you?”
Siggy shook her head. “No. Only light spells and summoning my wand and my hat.”
“Well,” He leaned in, before looking behind him and back at Siggy. “You are going to learn some now.”
He drew his hands up in the air theatrically, like a magician in a play. “From the lands of the lower kingdom, the great cities of the river Nile, I will now teach you a spell word- 'Heqat'.” The words sounded dull and monotone as he said it through the translator, but Siggy was nothing but exhilarated.
“Repeat after me.” He pointed at the curved sickle-like sword on the wall. “This will summon another one of that sword.” He closed his eyes, then his robotic voice shouted “HEQAT KOPESH!”
“HECCAT KROPESCH!” Siggy repeated.
Suddenly, a large sickle-like sword identical to the one Seth pointed to appeared in her hand. It was fitted to Siggy's size, and she could lift it with ease.
“Woah!” She exclaimed, swinging the sword around. “This is awesome!”
“Such is the power of Heka.”
Then Siggy paused, and looked at Seth's hand. “Wait, if you're a wizard too, why don't you have a kropeshh in your hand?”
Seth stared at her like a deer in headlights. “Because-“ He paused for a second. Two seconds. “Because I am… old. You are a very talented girl, and so you can do it better than I ever could.”
She stared at her hands. “Woah. I can do that better than you?”
“Yes. You are a powerful girl, Siggy.”
At that moment, Siggy felt like the happiest witch in the world. She beamed with pride.
Robo couldn't help but smile at the girl's pure joy.
“Make sure to always do that when you need something. If you need food, say ‘Heqat food!' If you need water, say ‘Heqat water!'”
Siggy smiled. “HEQAT FOOD!”
In an instant, a bag of cheeseballs appeared at her feet.
“HEQAT WATER!”
A bottle of water appeared before her.
“HEQAT TEDDY BEAR!”
A teddy bear appeared before her.
“HEQAT-“
Seth drew out his hands in front of him. “Hey, hold on there. I'm not done teaching you yet!”
Siggy looked up at him, eyes as large as the moon. “What else can you teach me?”
“Two words: A'max and Khe-fa.” He looked behind him again, then looked at Siggy. “A'max is ‘to burn'. It can create fireballs or bursts of fire depending on what you think. Khe-fa is ‘to punch'. It can force someone backward like you're punching them.”
He crossed his arms. “Try it.” He smiled. “Not at us, though. Summon something you can test it against.”
Siggy stood up and concentrated on a particular thing. Then, she found it.
“HEQAT BIG TEDDY BEAR!”
In an instant, in front of her, a large teddy bear double the size of Robo dominated the entire room.
Seth's eyes widened. Robo couldn't find his breath.
Then, Siggy let it loose.
“AY-MAX!” She shouted, and suddenly a burst of flame emanated from her hands, setting the front of the teddy bear aflame.
“KHE-FA!” The moment she said it, an invisible force pummeled the teddy bear so hard its head hit the wall, causing the wall to slightly cave with an audible drusgh!
Siggy shouted gleefully.
“AY-MAX!” A fireball crashed into the teddy bear's head, causing it to explode.
“KHE-FA!” A subsequent punch caused the teddy bear to break into the other side.
“AY-MAX!” The teddy bear's torso exploded into stuffing and burnt fabric.
“KHE-FA!” The wall began to give in.
Seth started to come closer. “239, please-“
“AY-MAX!” The entire arm of the teddy bear had been burnt off.
Robo began to attempt to rein her in. “Siggy, I don't think-“
“KHE-FA!”
With a great crash! the thoroughly roasted and burnt teddy bear fell in with the wall, crashing into the corridor on the other side.
Siggy gleefully let out a laugh of enjoyment. “THAT WAS AWESOMEEEE!” She shouted, whooping as she did.
Seth was shocked into silence. “Siggy-“
“Did you see that, Mister Seth? Did you see that?”
Seth nodded. “Yes, yes, I saw that. But you have to restrain your use.” He closed his eyes and racked his brain for a solution. “Do you not feel tired?”
Siggy cocked her head. “Tired? I'm not tired.”
“Well…” He blinked a few times in quick succession. “Well, you will. A lot of magic in such a short time will exhaust the user, and you will have to stop using it for a short time in order to give yourself a rest.”
On cue, Siggy yawned.
Seth's eyes widened in astonishment, and he continued. “See?” He paused, trying to consolidate his thoughts. “You see? You are tired! You are tired from the spellcasting.”
Robo objected. “I don't know, she has had a long-“
“You are very tired, Siggy, so you will have to stop now. You can cast spells later.”
Siggy stumbled to the floor, yawning as she did. “I will.”
Seth kneeled to bring himself to her level. “Sleep now, Siggy. You can wake up in an hour. You did very well.”
“Imma sleep very welllll…” Siggy said as she closed her eyes, her speech slurred.
Robo looked at Seth.
“What the hell was that?”
Seth sighed. “Her power. She is very powerful. Too powerful.”
For some reason, those words sounded familiar to Robo. “Powerful… how?”
“Well, she-“
Suddenly, a knock came from the door.
A deep voice came from the other side. “Hey, Seth? Are you in there?”
Seth froze. Then he answered. “I'm coming, Uhlda! I shall be with you shortly.”
Robo whispered. “Who is that?”
Seth answered, moving to the door to unlock it. “He is the man who will take you to the surface. He is here for-“
A tall, stern man entered, moving past Seth. He was dressed in dirty white doctor's clothing, a black cap hiding his eyes from view. Both of his hands were hidden in his coat pockets, but what really got Robo's attention was his sharp cheeks and gaunt face, like he had been sculpted out of thorns.
“Robo, I would like you to meet my companion, Doctor Kaleph Uhlda.”
The doctor smiled, meeting his cold blue eyes with Robo's past his helmet. They were the color of great glaciers, of icebergs hidden from view, of hells frozen over hundreds of times that only he ruled.
“Who do we have here, 138?” He said, eyes lingering on Robo. “Guests?”
“Just some creatures I found being attacked by a 939. Took them in.”
His eyes bore into Robo's.
"I see."
Then they separated from him to regard the teddy bear halfway into the corridor.
“Some powerful guest creatures, I assume.” He laughed. It was warm, strangely warm.
Robo felt a chill run up his spine as he laughed. For the second time in his life, Robo felt terrified.
Then his eyes found the sleeping form of Siggy, and his voice turned hard.
”Very powerful guests, indeed.”

The Adventures of Siggy and RoboMonkey
Arc 1: A Rude Awakening
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It's a normal day. An early day. Sun's still just rising over the horizon. I got started early, really early, so that I could be done around this time. Started building a slide. Big, metal slide. Perfect for getting static shocks; just what a playground needs, I think. Big, nice slide. For the kids.
I'm just finishing attaching the actual slide part to the stairs. It's been a long morning, and my arms are starting to hurt. I'm rearing to take a break, so I'm really grateful I'm about to be done putting this slide up. My drill zzzhhts the screws into place, and at that point, I'm done. Really done.
Some hours of work, and I'd assembled a whole slide. Some parts were pretty heavy. I'm proud of myself. It's just in time, too.
I stand back, and admire it. When I was a kid, I used to be so scared of slides.
So scared. Those tube slides, specifically. I was kind of a big kid, and I was afraid of getting stuck in them. Stupid fear, yeah. But that's why I didn't make this one a tube slide. It's just a half-pipe, just a typical slide. For the kids to play on. Just to slide down, mostly. I think that's what you did with slides. I never really messed with them.
So I take a deep breath, and I pick up my waterbottle, and I swig. Cold water, trickling down my throat, like kids down a tube slide.
It's break time.
The park is big and open, this playground is just one small section of it. I mosey down a path, past some nice trees, past some nice grass, to a nice little bench, and I sit down. Far enough away from the playground to not look creepy. Guys like me look creepy when we watch kids, but I'm not like them, I swear. I just want to watch them go down my slide. Admire my work. It was a whole morning, so I want to see my effort paid off.
I sit down, and wait.
It's still early, so it takes a bit for kids to arrive. Far off enough that I can't see what they look like, but they're… there. I see some parents walking around. Talking with each other. Dutifully keeping their eyes on their kids. Like good parents, I think.
I take another sip of water, but I don't stop watching the kids.
It doesn't take long for one of them to be attracted to the slide. They walk up the steps, get to the top, sit down, and…
They slide. They make it down, to the bottom, and stand up, like how slides work. It's only after they've stood that I realize I'm holding my breath. I release the air from my lungs, and take a couple large gulps of air.
I take another sip of water. I don't stop watching.
The kid, the one who got to the bottom, he goes to the swings. Done so soon? I feel a twinge of sadness. My slide only captivated them for one go of it. I think kids are supposed to do it a couple times.
As I watch, several pass by it, and I watch. New slide, new slide. They want to go on the new slide.
One finally does. My heartrate quickens. They start climbing the steps, and I stop blinking. I don't want to miss it. Kids using my new slide.
They get to the top, sit down, and…
They slide. They make it down, they actually fly off the bottom they went so fast, land on their butt in the woodchips. I can't hear them very well, but I think the laughter swells. A parent goes up to them, asks if they're okay I think, and the kid is gone before they can even give an answer.
They go to the monkey bars. No more slide for them.
I look away for a second. It's hard. But, I take a sip of my water.
And I keep watching.
More kids go up and down the slide. It's a hit. I feel some relief I didn't know I was waiting for. They love it. It was worth my morning to put up.
Eventually, it starts to look like the playground is clearing up. The group of parents starts collecting their kids, but it's slow. Not everyone wants to go right away. Some take a couple more trips around the monkey bars. Some swing for a minute or two more. Some are just running around. The parents are patient. They planned for this delay, I bet.
But when almost all the kids are collected, there's only two moms and a kid left. The moms are talking, and the kid is pulling their skirt. They say something. Looks like the kid is begging.
I take another sip of my water.
They trot away, and I see they're going for my slide. My new slide, I installed just today. They're going for it. I was just about to stand up, just about to take my leave as well, but I stay seated. I keep watching.
Last ride of the day. It's an event.
I grab the arm of the bench tightly, sweat accumulating in my palm, running off of my knuckles. It's been so hard to watch. So, so hard. But there's just one more.
It's like I can feel every step he takes up the slide. I feel like I twitch each time. I'm starting to crunch my bottled water.
They make it to the top. But they don't sit down. They get on their stomach, and they're going to go head first. It's like it's in slow motion, it feels like it takes forever. I glance over to the parents. They aren't watching, they're just talking. My gaze returns to the kid, as he pushes off.
First, it's a steep dive. A long, endless dive. I can only imagine how many little static shocks he's getting. It's such a thing with slides. Down, down, down, and then, as it slowly curves, more outward, like a plane about to take off, he's going to go straight into the woodchips.
My knuckles turn white. My jaw is clenched so hard my flat teeth hurt. It's so hard to watch. It's so hard to watch.
He's about to make it, about to take off, his head makes it past the ending of the slide, I can see that he's about to extend his arms, just about to try and break his fall, and then —
It was so hard to watch. I take my eyes away. I try to make a scene in my head:
He made it to the bottom. He stood up. He ran over to his parents. They laughed, and they left.
I take a swig of my water, and finish the thing. I stand up, I throw it in the trash next to the bench, and I start to walk away. The kids love my slide. I think I can live with that. On normal days like these, I think that's the best kind of thing you can expect.
As I'm walking away, I start to hear a calling. A mom calling.
I lower my head. I only have one regret, one regret about today. It's this terrible thing, and I really tried not to do it.
I can hear her now, even as my feet take me further away from her. She's calling: "Donnie? Donnie?" Like she's trying to get him to come back, so they can leave.
And I wish they could. But I think Donnie's stuck.
The tone of her voice changes. It's louder, it's not just getting him to come back. It's trying to find him at all.
"Donnie? Donnie? Donnie?"
I just shake my head. I really tried not to, I really thought I wasn't going to, but I guess, on normal days, I'm just not that careful.
I still made a tube slide.


One thing that Researcher Zephyr often wondered was, if dreamworlds could be infinite in size and boundless in complexity, why were the Omicron-SCP-D World Ships always a parking nuisance?
They always crowded out whatever host they entered and made docking near the Central Gate almost impossible some days. But despite the occasional thought, Zephyr never minded the delays caused by the World Ships' size. He really didn't mind anything anymore.
While leaning back on his pilot's chair and daydreaming about his vacation, a lifeless voice echoed through the monitor.
“Vessel #45-75A, select a landing platform.”
Zephyr picked himself up and bellowed back, “Platform Maroon Amaryllis.”
“Aww, can't we hangout with Basil first,” cried Researcher Aster, who was blindfolded and wrapped up in rope that was covered in black and yellow talismans. He was cross-legged and slumped against the armrest of the co-pilot's chair.
“I'm gonna go drop off the surveying reports and pick up the new assignment. You can go wherever you want, but I need'ta drop by the central terminal, before they kick my ass for being late again." Zephyr said as he stretched his feelers.
He felt like soon he would want to request a persona change. He had been an octo-human hybrid for what seemed like, and probably was, forever.
Aster perked up. “Hey, can you pick up some more LDL as well? My supply ran out. Oh! And some more hot sauce. The garlic aioli type!”
Zephyr growled. “What? I thought you had enough for five years. And according to my calendar, we only surveyed for three.” Zephyr didn't mention that it wasn't a standardized calendar, so he honestly twinge of guilt for that because it might as well have been 300 years.
“Well, it's just, you know I never realized how much I used…And you won't let me borrow yours…Just forget it, I'll get it myself!” Researcher Aster, still cross-legged, levitated up from his chair and flew out into the corridor hallway.
“Put your lab coat on before you leave the ship” yelled Zephyr from his chair to an empty hallway.
As he yelled, a gargantuan cone-headed cylinder slowly emerged from below the front window outside. Smaller vessels zoomed past both their ship and the nodal guardian who just appeared and was scanning the surveyor.
Zephyr sighed and wondered why Researcher Aster always became so talkative whenever they got back to the outpost. Whenever they were on a mission, he always just stayed in his room; watching the dream-nodes pass by.
"Agh," Zephyr grumbled. He thought it best to cheer Aster up lest he fight with the vendors near the containment site. Something he was stupid enough to do. Zephyr laid back and lifted up the footrest on his chair.
The disembodied, conical-topped cylindrical head began to twist around and after a few seconds it stopped. From the smoothness cylinder's side, emerged a verdant-tinged baby face whose eyes were closed.
“Welcome to Node 0 of the Royal Hyacinth. Where would you like to traverse?" thundered the nodal guardian.
Zephyr hadn't looked up from his chair as he shouted. "AIC, Send the coords."
After a few seconds, the nodal guardian responded, "Welcome to Site-19i." Its eyes slowly opened and from its retinae shone the SCP logo which vanquished all other light.

Hundreds of ships flew overhead the glass dome. But there were no stars in this bland dream. In this certified dream host, the only permitted imagination was that which aided in containment.
“Zephyr, there you are!” Researcher Basil ran over to Zephyr who just came from the east nightmare annex.
Researcher Zephyr looked down. “If you're looking for Aster, he's probably getting a thaumaturgic check. He pumps himself full of so much LDL that his all-sight is gonna fail one of these days.”
“I was looking for you Zephyr. Haven't seen you in so long, haha. How was the assignment? Did you find any dead dreams?” Basil said with a beaming voice.
“If you're so interested, you can read the report.” Zephyr started to walk past Basil.
“Ah, so where are you headed now?” Basil tried to keep up pace with Zephyr as they walked through a glass passageway. They were bathed in the purple light of the artificial lavender star.
“The same place you ought to be headed. You know, the once in five year meeting that every personnel who's based in this outpost has to attend. I thought I'd remind you since you made Aster miss the last one.”
“Haha, don't be like that c'mon. Aster and I just wanted to reminisce. We both did come from the same town and got taken in by the Foundation at around the same time.” Zephyr's pace quickened.
From below the translucent gangway, a massive carrier was tugging along an equally enormous crate labeled SCP-998i. It was covered with multiple shades of pink and red that were flowing in a gradient.
“Did you see any interesting dreams or realities on your assignment? I remember that we were always held up in the lower deck during the Mercer reinforcement.”
Zephyr didn't particularly want to speak to Basil but the clear attempt at a conversation wore him down enough that he slowed his step and responded.
“Nah, same old stuff. We did see a few rare events. In one of them, the dreamer self-actualized and its actual corporeal body materialized into the dream. Oh, and in another, an Empyrean parasite formed. Obviously, the host's network collapsed.”
“Any dead hosts or jumping networks? I heard that the high ups were telling all the containment overseers to report them because of the issues with stability. I'm telling you, once they secure all those ‘zombies' or whatever they call them, the statisticians at Site-5i are gonna make them ‘researcher's' too. ”
Zephyr smirked when he heard that. “And that's exactly why I requested another dead host surveying mission. I ain't gonna find one and I just get to relax. And I don't gotta deal with all the shit that these other dreams have too.”
The blaze of violet light engulfed Zephyr and Basil as they discussed the past till they reached the amphitheatre.

“Hey, psst…psssst Zephyr.” Researcher Basil was trying really hard to get Zephyr's attention.
But it was difficult to do anything when they were all stuck in the Colosseum of the Light with thousands of other researchers. The droning of the anterior 4-headed hologram of Director Memphis made it easy for Zephyr to ignore him. He even tried to get some sleep while waiting for the mission directives to end.
“C'mon, dude please, can you take this assignment. I'm trying to transfer to the imperial front.”
Zephyr's eye opened and he flipped his head to face Researcher Basil. “Why the hell would a kid like you be try'na go and die in the Infinite Crusade? Just go to Xiupania if you just want to kill yourself.”
“You're the real child around here Zephyr. Haha, once you wander mission-to-mission long enough you'll see what I mean. And come on, at least you die in fit of glory with the Infinite Crusade containment. Not like those poor souls who are trying to contain the damn ugly tentacle..oh yeah, sorry I guess.”
Zephyr shut his eye.
“Fine…I'll give you all my credits. You know Aster loves his sauce.”
Zephyr's eye didn't move.
“Okay, okay I'll give my access code too. But please, I really don't want to waste more time in this dream. I think I've been here too long…” Zephyr held out one appendage.
“Thank you so much bro.” Basil handed Zephyr a sheaf of documents.
“And let me just give you a piece of advice since you seem so naive. Our boy Memphis over here, ain't really tryn'a ta help humanity. Since you've been gone, I've been hearing that he is acting more and more like aggressive host-type. A real aggressive guy." Basil snided.
"But, to be honest with you, who among this lot of 'researchers' really cares that much. If you ever Aster ever misses me, tell'em to hang-out with one of my parallel copies. You know my origin node, so you can go whenever.” Basil finished by smacking Zephyr on the back and slipping down from his chair.
A adolescent green skinned child with an oversized lab coat quickly ran off.
Researcher Zephyr looked at the flapping coat of Basil till he disappeared. He kept his eye on the empty door till the drawn-out meeting finally ended.

An intense feeling of cold metal beads rolling across the skin. That's what Zephyr was experiencing as he was traveling to New Oneiroi North.
With the credits he got from Basil, he had enough hot sauce to last at least five years. For some unknown reason, garlic aioli infused hot sauce took the buzz off of the LDL injections.
He stood up from the pilot's chair and decided to walk around the deck. Zephyr put his tentacle against the wall-scanner and the hallway door shunted open. He walked across the brightly lit hallway passing doors that had contained name-plates reading SCP-(5+7i) and SCP-44i.
He cruised through a curved chamber and stepped up onto the observation deck as the light turned on to his presence.
Zephyr watched the nebulae and dream-realms whizz past. He noticed a slightly green-tinged reality and found himself reminiscing about his first assignment given to him when he was picked up by the Foundation.
He was riding the wave of Daffodils along the Oneiori network at his friend's house one night when men in black suddenly crashed through the window and arrested him. They blindfolded him and explained to him that he needed to work for the “greater good” and load of other shit that he long forgot by now. The only part that interested him was the great pay that was, supposedly, accumulating day by day.
And they only said that he would be helping them for a few days. Zephyr, of all people, knew the time dilating effects of being a dreamer. But even he felt something off. The LDL was given to them by the Foundation to keep them dreaming so he really didn't know how long he'd been in this plane of reality.
His first mission was to reinforce the Mercer-99 Group during an assault on Oneiroi Southeast. A few billion dreamers would be sent by the Foundation. “What?” Zephyr's face was dumbfounded when he first got the brief. “Billion?” He thought it was a typo, but he finally understood the scale of the Dream-SCP when he laid his eyes on the SCP-emblazoned System Travelers and how it felt like it was a planet of its own.
Curiously, he didn't much recall what he actually did. He just acutely remembered that every other announcement in his cruiser mechanically droned about the “severe sectoral de-stabilizing events" that were ongoing.
All he remembered was the monotony of calculating engine trajectories and listening to Researcher Basil complain about another Researcher Basil being on the same ship level. He wondered how creative the real Basil was; that he could sustain so many personas in the Oneiori.
Drudgery and boredom was his life but he wasn't precisely unhappy. He rather enjoyed the free-time and could always request a longer life or a co-pilot should he desire.
Perhaps, that was the exact temperament that made the Foundation pick him up to begin with.
“Attention, Researcher Zephyr, we are nearing the domain of New Oneiroi North. Please remember to prepare to disembark."

Something was very wrong. Every thaumaturgic device was blaring and every meter's needle was pushing back and forth.
The protocol referred to the New Oneiroi North dream as an infinite flat land made of legos, crayons, and Play-Doh. But when Zephyr took a glimpse out the window, there was just a thick, dark, maroon fog.
He rushed out of the pilot's deck and slithered to Room-02. “AIC, what is Researcher Aster's status,” yelled Zephyr as he ran down the corridor.
“Hey, AIC. Respond.” But no mechanical voice droned back.
Zephyr stopped at a room with a plaque that read "ASTER" and slid his tentacle across the locked door. It quickly opened and he immediately was taken aback by the cries of Researcher Aster.
Aster's blindfold was on the ground and his forehead SCP brand was pulsing violently.
“Aster, what are you seeing!”
“Dead host. Dead network…” Researcher Aster quieted down and his otherwise stiff shoulders were overtaken by gravity.
Zephyr sighed. “AIC, send the logs to the Royal Hyacinth now.” He went deeper into the room and shook the Researcher's floating body.
“AIC?"
Researcher Aster started to fade away and the room began to slowly disassemble. The wall panels, door, and everything around Zephyr just popped out of existence one after the other.
It kept going till the entire ship was gone. Zephyr was standing still and saw a city made of Legos directly in below him. Somehow he was still alive but the domain clearly was going to collapse soon. The air itself was cracking and the sky became blistered with purple and red pustules.
He was floating in space as a hazy human outline appeared before him.
'So that's what a dead person's persona looks like? Not as weird as I would've thought."
The fingers of the dark outline moved slightly. Zephyr's skin started to crystallize and his flesh began to melt into a red liquid.
“Hahah, they always said the more powerful the dreamer, the more ironic they became with…” Zephyr's mouth soon coagulated into glass.
A medium sized bottle of garlic aioli infused hot sauce was the last witness of New Oneiori North before it was blinked out of existence.

Automated Alert to Janitorial Staff
~From the desk of Junior Researcher Eleazar Memphis of Site-074 (Currently Out of Office)
Please dispose of deceased Dreamer Z. A. Stanley located in Human Containment Warehouse Gamma. And please make sure to airlock the door when you leave.


“HeeeEEelp…” A desperate voice echoed through the hallways. It was a woman, shouting through tears, attempting to speak with a mutilated tongue. “Heeelp me…”
Roars could be heard in the distance. Mournful cries. Sad, beautiful, despairing sobs. Human screams in animal form.
“Pleaase stop…” Another shouted. It was an old man, gurgling as blood surged up from his throat. “I have to go hoooome…”
Each voice was another voice in a symphony, sounding through the halls like the wails of a mourning widow. Here, 24 floors down in Site-118, they continued screaming still- until someone heard them.

Siggy and RoboMonkey were hungry.
To be fair, they always were hungry- food was amazingly sparse down here in the depths of the Site. They'd been living on scavenged goods for the past week, subsisting on nothing but chips and water every few days.
But Siggy was a growing girl- she needed to eat, and although Robo was something else entirely, a shapeshifting scare-happy entity, he thought, still needed something to fill his belly.
To that end, they'd scavenged through every cafeteria on the floor. They'd gone through vending machines, refrigerators filled with rotten food, and freezers jampacked with raw, decaying meat and vegetables.
Siggy nearly vomited at the thought. They'd tried eating those- at least, Robo did. The sounds the shapeshifter made the day after were horrifying.
She looked at Robo right ahead of her, readying to break the glass of a vending machine with a shapeshifted hammer hand to get at the delicious treats within.
She felt her stomach grumble. She'd eaten twice as much as Robo had, and even then she'd never felt hungrier in her life.
“You alright, Sigg?” Robo said, looking at her. “You seem down.”
Siggy smiled weakly. “Just… tired.”
Robo smiled back. “Don't you worry. Once we get into this, we'll be set for a few days!”
Looking down at the vending machine below him, Robo hefted the heavy iron hammer that was his hand down on the glass, breaking through it with a mighty crash!
“Land ho, you landlubbers!” He shouted, excitedly. He looked back at Siggy. “That's how they say it in them pirate stories of yours, right?”
Siggy tried her best to smile again. She nodded, slowly. “Heh. Yeah.”
Inside, she wondered if pirates ate better than them.
Leaning down, Robo took a bag of chips from inside the broken vending machine, tossing it to the little girl a few feet away from him.
The plastic bag landed in Siggy's lap with a crunchy chuk. She greedily snatched it up, tearing through the plastic in an instant.
She took a handful of chips and nearly swallowed them whole, forcing them down her throat as she tried to ignore the taste.
She wanted to vomit, but she couldn't be choosey. Lana said good girls ate what was in front of them.
Robo sat in front of her, sitting down cross-legged on the floor. His hand was back to its normal, non-hammery shape again, and he already had several bags of chips and a few bottles of water in his hand.
“Sorry for giving you the potato chips.” He said as he tore through a bag full of cheese balls. “But hey, at least you aren't stuck with these.”
She looked up. Bits of potatoes clung to the edges of her mouth. Her eyes widened.
“…did you just get the cheese ball thingies?”
Robo looked at her askance. “…yeah?” He had one hand hovering in the air holding a cheese ball, about to enter the glass of his helmet. “I thought you didn't like these.”
A moment of silence reigned.
Siggy's eyes were boring into Robo's helmet. Only pure anger and rage smoldered on her face. The green of her eyes, normally seeming friendly and light, now seemed dark in comparison.
“Are… are you mad? Were they your favorite? I'm sorry, I don't really-“
“…I said that I liked the cheese balls.” Siggy muttered under her breath.
Robo leaned in. “Come again? I didn't hear ya.”
She looked up, and now Robo could see the rest of her face in the dim light.
Her teeth were gritted together so hard they could almost break with the pressure.
Slowly, imperceptibly, like he was facing down a rabid animal (which he just realized was ironic given the form he's assuming), Robo brought the hand holding the cheese ball closer to the glass of his helmet.
Siggy watched him like a hawk.
He brought it closer.
Closer.
Clooooser.
Then the cheese ball touched the glass of his helmet, and it was sloooowly absorbed by his helmet, like an ice cube melting in the heat of a summer day.
And then…
He could taste it in his mouth.
Crunch.
Siggy's eye twitched.
Robo watched her back.
Then, she spoke.
“Robo.”
The hostility in her voice was so thick, Robo could cut it with a knife.
“Yes?” He answered, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Let's trade.”
He nodded, slowly. “…okay.”
He stretched the bag out to her with his hand, trying to hide the tremble in his voice.
Siggy took it, slowly, and handed him the bag of potato chips.
She looked at him.
Then, suddenly, the corners of her mouth went up in a really sweet smile.
“Thank you, Robo.” She said, before putting a cheese ball in her mouth.
She closed her eyes. The taste was awesome.
Robo looked down at the half-empty bag of chips in his hand.
“You're ah… welcome?”
Siggy silently but eagerly dug in.
Robo dug in too.
For a few minutes, there was silence- only interrupted by the sound of crunchiness and the utterances of enjoyment.
Siggy suddenly laughed hard, her chuckles echoing through the halls as she finished the last of her cheese balls.
Robo lifted his head and turned it to the side, puzzled.
“What's the matter?” he said, confused. “You alright, Sigg? You aren't mad anymore?”
“Mad? It's cheese balls, Robo! Of course I'm not mad anymore!” Siggy wiped the trace of a tear from her eye as her laughs died down. “I just remembered a joke Lana told me. She gave me a bag of cheese balls one day, just snuck me one as she asked me questions and stuff.”
She looked up, smiling happily to herself as she recounted everything. “And then she- she said: ‘You like cheese that much?' and she laughed! She laughed really hard!”
Robo crossed his arms. “Hmm? Whatever's funny 'bout that?”
Siggy bit her lip, trying to hold back the next round of laughter that threatened to burst from her mouth. “That's the thing! I don't know! She just laughed and I laughed and…”
Her face fell. “And it was a really good joke. It's why I like cheese balls so much.” She scooted back, using her arms to hold herself up. “I miss her, Robo.”
Robo leaned forward. “Miss her? Like you shot her and shi- stuff?”
Siggy burst into laughter again. “Shot her? No, you muffinhead! I just uh…” She snapped her fingers. “I just wanna talk to her again.”
“…Interesting.” He touched his helmet where he should touch his chin, deep in thought. “So you like… just wanna see her?”
“Yeah.” Siggy said simply. “I just wanna find her again. It's why I like the doctors so much. Lana is the best doctor in the world.”
“I like docs too.” Robo said, attempting to emulate the same tone Siggy used. “They talk to me and they're scared when I scare them and… they talk to me and get scared.”
He felt himself biting his monkey lip inside the helmet. “Hmm.”
“Do you miss anyone, Robo? Do you like any se-" She stopped. "A spe-" She stopped again. "…a spemenecific doctor that's like…” She paused. “Scared of you or something?”
“Pshh,” Robo said, swinging at the air in mock incredulousness. “Lots, of course. Uh, lots.”
Siggy nodded eagerly. “And do they comb your hair and say kind words to you and call you 'sweetpea'?”
Robo nodded his head to each of the questions. “Yeah, like, ‘course. I'm the best guy in the damn- uh- darn site!”
He cleared his throat.
“So who's this Lana, huh? Your mom ‘er something?”
Siggy shook her head. “Lana says my mom died a long time ago. But she says that she'll be my doctor aunt instead, and I liked that a lot. She said the other doctors tried to keep her away from me because she visits me too much, but she used to find time to visit me sometimes.”
She chuckled. “She says lots of bad words though. That's why she tells me not to say bad words, because she says witches don't say bad words. Except spell words.”
“You uh… miss her that much, huh?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love her with all my heart.”
“Well, then let's find her. Before we go, let's find her.”
Siggy perked up immediately. “We will?”
“Yeaaah. Of course. That's what best friends do, right?”
Siggy got on her knees and jumped forward, wrapping her arms around Robo. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Robo smiled, patting her on the back. “Anytime, kid, anytime.”
Behind him, Siggy smiled naughtily. “You do kinda smell though. You smell like monkey.”
The monkey she was hugging chortled. “What do you mean, monkey? I can be anything I want to be! Wanna see something that isn't a monkey?”
“A gross maggoty dead man? That would make you smell even worse!”
He gently pushed her off him at that, moving to tickle her waist. “Come here!”
Siggy laughed happily, starting to run. “No! No! Chase me first!”
Robo laughed as he got to his feet. “Then come here you-“
“HeeeEllllp me…” A voice wailed in the distance.
The two immediately froze, staring at each other as they started to listen.
“JaAAana… KiiIrrryuuu…” They heard a noisy breath down the hallway, followed by a nearly inaudible growl. “WheeeEEEre are yOuuu…?”
What's that? Siggy mouthed, the reality of their situation sinking in again. Robo?
Robo shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. I don't know, he seemed to say. I don't know. He made a slashing motion with his hands. Something that can hurt us.
He pointed at her hand. Get your spells ready. Then he curled his hands and raised them over his head. I'll scare them.
Siggy shook her head vehemently. No! She mouthed. Don't. You'll get hurt.
Robo stuck out a thumb's up. It'll be alright. He seemed to say. He raised both of his hands over his head again, and did a mock and silent roar. I know how to do this.
Suddenly, the helmet that formed Robo's head morphed into the rotting head of a corpse, his body shrinking down to the dead body's emaciated proportions. His hands turned into claws, his face suddenly becoming infested with maggots. His left arm was gone at the elbow. It was, for all intents and purposes, a perfect recreation of one of the dead doctors in the dark hall.
He turned away.
“Robo!” Siggy whispered urgently. “Stop. No!”
Robo ignored her, or otherwise didn't seem to hear her. He creeped forward on unsteady legs, both of his arms drawn up to his sides in an attempt to look scary. He kept his steps silent- he didn't want to give away the surprise.
The hall outside the cafeteria was dark yet warm, as if something had moved through it recently. Blood lined the floors, though they were pristine earlier. All of a sudden, Robo began to feel that something was very wrong.
He clenched his loose jaw and continued on forward, mindful to keep his steps light on the floor.
Ahead of him, he saw the beast. Its back turned to him, it stood on all fours, its skin looking more like a reddish film. It was long, hunched down over the ground, with what he guessed to be its head sniffing the floors.
He saw the head as it lifted up with a silent craaaack, and he saw that it had no eyes. Spines lined its back, with small holes dotting each of them at the base. They seemed to move at random intervals with every second he looked at them.
But what unsettled him was the lack of eyes- just flesh and bone where they're supposed to be.
Then it turned its head to the side, unhinged its jaw, and out came the voice.
“HeeeeEEEEElllllp MEeeeeE!” The creature screamed, its voice a horrible mix of a variety of people, all screaming the same few words. “HeLp! HEelp! HeeeEeeelllp MMEEEeE!”
At that moment, Robo felt something that he had never felt before.
He felt fear.
His hairs stood up on end, his spine chilled into ice, his teeth began to feel like glass.
He couldn't scare this. He never can.
He took a step back. And another step. And another step. Slowly, silently, as he fell back to the cafeteria where Siggy waited.
Then the creature sniffed the air, and turned.
Robo froze. He was only a few steps away from the cafeteria. If he can just get to the entrance, he can snatch Siggy and run as fast as his form's legs can take him.
But then he looked forward, and the same petrifying horror went through him.
The creature was slowly making its way towards him now- head low, spines held high, red skin glinting in the dim light. Its teeth glowed crimson in the darkness, poking out of its mouth at different angles, long and deadly.
“HEEEEEEEELP MEEEEE!” It screamed, far from the wails it had uttered earlier. “PLEEEEEEEEASEEE!”
Robo took another step back.
”WHEerE aRE yOuUUU?! CoMEe tO MEeeEEeEE!”
Just two more steps to the cafeteria.
”STOooOoOP! PLEEEEaaASE. STtooOoOP!”
One more.
Just one more.
Robo peeked his head behind him, and there was Siggy- legs hiked up to her chest, arms wound tightly around her knees.
Then he stumbled, and he fell, a thud! sounding out on the floor.
A terrible, critical, petrifying moment began- and everything happened at once.
Their survival hinged on that single moment, and Robo was faced with a simple choice.
Fight, or flight?
“RUN, SIGGY!” Robo shouted, and in that splitsecond the creature screamed.
Robo came to his feet immediately, running as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the cafeteria.
He could hear the monstrous footfalls pounding the ground behind him, earpiercing screams slicing through the air from the creature's outstretched mouth.
He willed his legs to be faster, to reinforce with more muscle and sinew to spur him forward and leave it behind.
He ran through the hall, past endless rooms, down dark corridors.
Still it pursued, screaming, crying, pleading for him to stop.
Then, he saw it. A room just to his left, a sign saying Archives.
He crashed through it with all his might, bringing down his entire weight on the door.
It gave way with a mighty crash!, collapsing to the floor just as the creature went right past it, its momentum carrying it forward.
Robo took the chance he needed to dive behind one of the desks on his right, making sure his body was small enough to not be seen. He felt his body slowly morphing back into his monkey form as it did.
He waited.
Was it gone?
Was it?
Then he heard them: footfalls, heavy, breaking the floor underneath it with its weight. He peeked from behind the desk, watching it as it came through the doorway.
It was on two feet now, its spindly front limbs not legs, but arms, each tipped with four petrifyingly long claws.
It sniffed the air, and with a long breath, it screamed, the outlines of its breath carrying an outline through the darkness.
”COOOOOOOME TO MEEEEeeEeE!”
I need to stop myself from shaking. I need to stop.
”I NEED ToOO LIIIIIiiiIIIIVEee!”
He felt dizzy. He felt the ground twirling beneath him, though he had no idea why.
What's happening to me?
Shit. Where's Siggy?
A few moments passed, and a sudden pang of headaches sent him wincing with barely restrained pain. It was as if his head was breaking apart, and his temples felt like someone was driving something into them.
Then he had a sudden realization.
Wait, who's Siggy?
Why am I here?
What's screaming?
”PLeeeAAAASSSeee!”
What's that?
”IIIiii hAAAve to go HHOOOOOOme!”
He peeked out of where he was hiding. There was something lurking, spines in the air, sniffing for him. Hunting him.
What are those voices?
He felt even dizzier, like the world decided to dance around him.
But he beared through it. Something was hunting him.
And he didn't want to die.
How can I get out?
Then he saw, nearly imperceptibly, a sign of movement through the window to the outside- there was a little girl, wearing a silly hat.
What's happening?
He could hear something from outside. A shout, trembling, quivering. “L-LUMINA BRIGHTIA!”
A blinding flash followed from outside, and all of a sudden he couldn't see a thing.
Then he heard the creature's scream. He heard its footfalls, continuing almost certainly towards the girl outside.
Why did she try to save me? He thought. Why?
”SToOOOPP ITTTTttt!”
Then it started running- fast, heavy.
The girl screamed.
He heard a whoosh, a crash, and the sound of a body hitting the wall and then slumping to the floor.
Then he heard a sickening schlick!, a scream, and the sound of something falling to the ground.
A terrible silence followed.
He heard mutterings in a foreign language outside, followed by a robotic, unfeeling voice.
“Are you alright?”
More silence.
“I…” The girl said. "I think I'm fine, mister corpse. But my arm, it…"
"It didn't break your skin. That is good."
"What?"
Who was she? Robo thought again. A… scip?
"You seem to be impervious to skin wounds, but your bones are more brittle. That is bad."
“Please check the monkey inside, mister. He needs more help.”
"A monkey?"
"Yes."
He heard light footfalls coming towards him, and for an instant he felt as though he was being hunted again.
Then he heard a man coming to a stop right in front of him.
He muttered, then a voice came out.
“You are forgetting, are you not, monkey?”
“What?” Robo said. “What?”
“The creature's breath. It makes you forget.”
Was that what was happening? “Please, help me up.”
“Hold my hand.”
He felt for it blindly, found it, and used it to haul himself up.
“Robo?” A voice said. The girl's. “Robo? Are you okay?”
“I-I'm fine, little girl. Please… please help me up.”
The robotic voice came again. “He has forgotten. I will take him to the seat.”
He felt the hands letting him down gently, and as he settled, he fell silently into a dreamless, blissful sleep.

The Adventures of Siggy and RoboMonkey
Arc 1: A Rude Awakening
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The alarm lights blared throughout the cold halls of Site-118, bathing everything in an oppressive red glow.
Hollow steps rang out across the metal floor as site security officers ran to and fro, carrying guns as their token black armor glinted in the red light. Screams could be heard in the distance. Desperate requests for help echoed through the endless chambers. Roars echoed too, deafening as they passed; though they were few and far between.
Siggy heard none of that, however.
She was asleep.
Siggy was always asleep, ever since the doctors thought that she needed to sleep.
Siggy was a good girl. When they put her under, she closed her eyes and slept like she was told to.
When she drifted off, her room was beautiful and colorful, the normally white walls covered in drawings and posters that she made herself. It was her home, the doctors said, and she thought it was the best home ever.
When she woke up, the first thing that Siggy noticed was the darkness.
She couldn't see a darn thing, and not even her night light was on. She didn't see her posters, or the white walls, or her drawings, or any sign of the doctors. It seemed as if the doctors decided to make it night.
Siggy didn't like the night.
“Lumina.” Siggy whispered, and instantly the tip of her finger glowed with a bright light, enough to illuminate the room.
There she saw her drawings, her posters, her night light- just as she left it. The doctors didn't touch a thing.
But what she noticed right after that was the silence.
There was always music in Siggy's home. She wanted it that way. The good doctors said “Why not?” and decided to put a radio in her home, just like she wanted.
The radio was on the stool next to her bed, and she used her non-lighty hand to touch the on button like she always did.
No music came out.
And all of a sudden, Siggy felt terrified.
“Hello?” She called out, looking around and using her lighty hand to look for anyone that may have been there. “Docs? I'm scared. Can you please turn the lights on?”
No response. Only the deafening silence answered her.
Siggy moved off her bed, slowly inching towards the mirror that she always used to dress up like a witch. She knew the doctors watched her there. Lana the Doctor said so. Lana was a clever girl, and she trusted her.
She wished she had the teddy bear Lana gave her now. The doctors took it away right before she went to sleep.
She knocked on the mirror.
“Hello? Doctors? I'm done with my nap. Can you please turn the lights on?”
She waited for a few moments. Nothing responded.
“Please? Even if it's just the night light and the radio. I'll be a good girl, I promise!”
Nothing answered.
She shined her lighty hand at the mirror to try and see through it, but it did nothing but shine the light back in her eyes.
Her lips were quivering, but she tried to keep them still. She was a brave girl. A very, very brave girl.
Her head turned to the door at the end of her home. The doctors always came through there whenever they had to ask her questions, but when she tried to get out, it was always locked.
She shook away the memory. The doctors said she was very bad for trying to do that. She didn't want to think about it.
She hesitated.
But they weren't here, were they?
Siggy inched closer to the door, and stretched out her non-lighty hand to give it a push.
With a slow creeeeeeakk, it opened into a dark dark hall.
She stepped out, her legs shaking. “Docs? Doctors?”
The halls echoed her voice, but nothing else answered.
It was there and then that she realized that she needed to come out. And if she needed to come out, she needed her tools.
“Summonus Hattius.” Siggy whispered to herself, and suddenly a large purple hat landed on the soft tufts of her blonde hair. “Summonus Wandus.” She whispered again, and a wand appeared in her non-lighty hand.
“Okay, here goes.” She muttered to herself, as she continued out into the hall. "Hello? I'm right here! Please come get me!”
She took a step.
“I'm scared.” She muttered, incomprehensibly.
Slowly, she walked down the hall, using her lighty-hand to light the way forward.
“Hello?” She said, as she passed the dark cafeteria.
“Hello?” She said, as she walked by the door of the secure lockers.
“Hello?” She said, as she began to emerge into a big hall.
Nothing answered. Nothing wanted to.
The big hall that Siggy entered was too dark for her lighty-hand to shine the way forward, so she muttered another spellword under her breath.
“Lumina Brightenia.”
In an instant, her lighty-hand grew to shine across the entire room, allowing her to see her way through.
And what she saw scared her more than anything else in the whole world.
Doctors were laying in pools of their own blood. Black splotches dotted the floor. Grown-ups in black and shining armor were in pieces all across the room, like they were dolls that something had torn apart.
She froze. She felt her heart beating quickly, faster than anything she'd experienced before. She felt something painful rise up in her throat, but she forced it down.
"H-h-hello?" She said. Her voice was quivering. She wanted to run.
But she was a brave girl.
"A-anyone there?"
Then, in the far distance, something big and black and with a shiny head and one black glass eye turned to look at her.
"I am." Said the voice, light and sinister. "Boo!"
Siggy screamed with all her might and ran away, as fast as her legs can take her.
She ran past the secure lockers and the cafeteria and a million other rooms until she came to the room that was her home. She rushed in and slammed the creaky door behind her, leaping in to her bed and pulling the covers over her head.
Siggy realized she had lost her hat as she ran, and her wand was broken into two as she held it in her hand. She didn't care. She just wanted the doctors to come back and make everything normal and safe and happy again.
Was she a bad girl? Did the doctors decide to leave her behind so that the big monster with the one black eye can eat her? She was a good girl, why would they do that? Why?
Then she heard heavy steps down the hall, and suddenly all her thoughts went silent.
She held her breath.
She stopped shaking.
She waited.
The door opened.
Creeeeeeaaaaaaak, it said.
Siggy's heart was beating fast.
Please don't come here. She thought. Please don't eat me.
Tears were running down Siggy's face. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. None of her spells could save her and she didn't want to die.
Then she felt a heavy hand touch the blanket over her face.
And in an instant, the covers were thrown off her and the dead eyes of a bloody doctor with maggots crawling out of his skin looked at her.
“BOO!” The corpse shouted, and Siggy screamed louder than she had ever screamed before.
An idea came to her head in that instant, and she chanted with all her might “LUMINA BRIGHTIA!”
A brilliant flash lit up the room, staggering the corpse, and Siggy took the choice to run.
But a large thing blocked the door, stopping her from escaping.
“Hey, woah kid, calm down.” A kind voice said in front of her.
Siggy ran the other way, back to her bed.
"Did I scare you really bad? I'm sorry." A moment of hesitation followed. "I'm friendly, really. Don't you worry."
He sighed.
“Hey kid. Can you open your eyes?”
"No!" Siggy said, tears running down her cheeks. "You'll eat me if I do!"
"Eatcha? No, silly. I just wanted to scare ya! Open your eyes, you'll see."
Siggy stayed silent for a moment, then opened one eye.
"Lumina smallia." She whispered, and again her finger brightened.
In front of her was a seven foot tall monkey with a metal helmet, adorned, strangely, with two long antennae and a large, black and circular glass obscuring its face from view.
It was the monster she found in the big hall.
Siggy screamed.
Instantly the monkey put its arms out in an ineffective attempt at trying to calm her down. “I'm not gonna eat you, for fuck's sake, don't worry. I just wanted to scare you a bit, come on.”
Siggy looked back at him with wide eyes. “You just wanted to scare… me?”
The monkey put its hairy arms on either side of his waist. “Yeah. I'm a scary guy, ain't I?”
“…Yeah.”
“That's what I do best, the docs told me.”
At the mention of doctors, Siggy's face instantly perked up. “The doctors told you?”
The monkey scratched his head. “Well, I don't call them doctors, really, but the docs, yeah.”
Siggy scooted a few inches away, and placed her knees up to her chest as she sat. “Did… did you see the doctors? I need to tell one of them something.”
“The docs?” He scratched his head. “Only the dead ones. Just got out of my cell a few months ago, see. Wasn't around to see what went down ‘round here.”
“What… went down?” Siggy said the words like they were foreign- which to her, they were.
“Yeah, like, what happened. Something killed ‘em.” He looked at her, then put his arms up, moving his fingers in an effort to scare her. “Probably still arouuuuund-“
Siggy screamed.
The monkey's hands went down immediately. “Okay! We're not doing that anymore.” He looked down at her intently. “Adults are nice to scare and all, but kids… kids scream too much apparently.”
It was at that point when he realized that she was crying.
“And… and they cry. Shit. I'm sorry.”

An hour later, the monkey and Siggy sat on the bed of the home, three feet away from each other.
Siggy was practically attached to the wall, knees hiked up to her chest, tear trails evident down her cheeks.
The monkey had his hands both placed properly on his lap, as he looked away from the girl right beside him.
It was at that point that he realized that this was what the docs meant by “awkward”.
He attempted to break the ice. “So uh… what's your name?”
The girl looked back at him, silently.
He nodded back. “Okay!”
He sighed. “…Okay.”
“Uh… docs raised you huh? Same as me?”
She nodded again.
“Can't you speak? You spoke earlier dintcha?”
She nodded.
“Agh for fuck's sake, I can't be the only one talking in this fucking room.”
Silence reigned.
Then, she finally spoke. It was a whisper, barely audible, but he could hear it.
“Lana said good girls shouldn't cuss.”
“C-cuss? What's a cuss?”
Siggy looked at him with those wide green eyes, and put her lips up to her teeth. “Like the fffffff- word.” Then she put her tongue up to the roof of her mouth. “And the shhhh-“
“Ah, fuck! And shit!”
Siggy's voice went up by several magnitudes of volume. “Don't cuss!”
The monkey put both his hands up in a conciliatory gesture. “Right! Right, sorry. I… don't know your uh… things, much.”
Silence reigned again.
“How'd you look like that?” Siggy said.
The monkey looked back at her, puzzled. “Hmm? Looked like what?”
“Like the dead doctor.”
“Ah, the dead fucking doctor g-“
She shot him a dirty look.
He raised a pointer finger, then immediately lowered it. “Ah. Sorry.”
He drew his legs up to the surface of the bed. “Well, it's my job to scare people. Woke up once in the cell the docs put me in, and it's been my calling ever since.”
“But how can you do… that? The shape-changing thing?”
“I can just do it. I can be anything-“ His face turned back into the rotting corpse. “See?”
Siggy's eyes widened.
He turned back, and sighed.
“I… see you didn't like that.”
Siggy shook her head.
“Well uh… that's enough for me! How ‘boutcha? You have that wand in your hands, you dropped that wizard hat, and you just about near blinded me with them words of yours.” He leaned in. “You a witch or some'in?”
She nodded. “Something like that. The doctors said I could cast whatever spells I want, and they'd teach me the words to do it.”
The monkey leaned in further, interested. “Wait one fu… second. You're an actually real, I-swear-ta-Gahd witch?”
Siggy brought up her broken wand, then she muttered a word. “Fixiomimus.”
With a growing green glow, the wand knotted itself together. Its two broken halves rose, then the place where it snapped started to mend and bond like nothing ever happened.
The monkey crossed his arms. “Gahddayum. That's some impressive sh- tuff.”
Siggy smiled, her eyes glowing with a genuinely happy light.
The monkey smiled behind his helmet. “Yeah, that's the spirit. Ya got a good smile, witch girl. Keep smiling, it's kinda nice to see.”
She smiled even wider. “You know, for a monster, you're kinda nice.”
He crossed his arms even tighter. “That's nice, little girl. Thanks.”
He cleared his throat. “Anyhoo, I've been trying to find a way outta here for the past few months. Hadn't had any fahki… hadn't had any luck.”
Siggy's eyes lit up. “What did you see? Did you see any doctors?”
He shook his head. “Nah. Only dead ones.”
“How about Lana?”
He cocked his head to one side. “Lana?”
Siggy bit her lip at his reply, then spoke again.
“And monsters?”
“Lots of ‘em. They couldn't see me, though. I know when I'm not wanted with those kinda folk.”
Siggy took a few seconds to digest the information, before speaking again. “Why… why do you want to get out?”
The monkey laughed. “Because it's sh… crappy in here, that's why! Full of dead folk and angry monsters. Not the best place to be in, I'd say.”
He shot her a look. “You wanna come with me?”
“C-come with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
“Outta here. Outta this little hellhole.”
Siggy bowed her head.
A few moments passed.
“You'll keep me safe? From the monsters?”
“Yeah, ‘course. It's gonna be you and me against this entire basement full of horrors.”
"And you won't scare me anymore?"
"I swear." He smiled from behind his helmet. “'Cause we're friends, right? Best friends?”
Siggy nodded, and smiled. “Best friends. Yeah.”
The monkey stood up, walked to the door, looked both ways, and looked back at Siggy. “It's clear.”
“You can see in the dark?”
“Yeah, part o' my powers, you see.” He smiled again, and beckoned. “Come ‘ere.”
“Wait.” She said, before muttering something to herself. A moment later, a bright source of light emanated from her pointer finger.
She turned to her right and took the radio right off the stool, tucking it deep within her clothes.
Siggy then shuffled off the bed and slowly walked towards the monkey, a smile on her face.
The monkey looked at her. “Ah, by the way, before we go,” He knelt down to place his head at her level. “What's yer name, witch girl?”
She took a step closer. “Siggy. Siggy Ste… stefanssdahttur…”
“Heh, alright Siggy Stefanssdat'r. My name's…”
He stopped for a moment, his head paused in thought.
Siggy tilted her head forward in a gesture for him to proceed. “You don't have a name.”
The monkey felt himself go red underneath the helmet. “…Nah.”
“I'll give you a name instead!” Siggy put her pointer underneath her chin for a moment as she thought, then jumped in excitement.
“RoboMonkey!”
The monkey snorted. “Ro… RoboMonkey?”
“Yeah. ‘Cause you kinda look like a robot under that helmet. And you're a monkey.”
The monkey laughed hard, his bellowing laughter echoing down the cold and empty halls. “I kinda like it, witch girl. RoboMonkey it is.”
He looked to his left, and found something on the floor.
"What is it?" Siggy said, inquisitive.
Robo stooped over, taking something from the ground, and then raising it over Siggy's head.
In that moment, Siggy felt something soft and familiar land on her hair. It was her witch hat. The witch hat that she thought she lost.
"I thought I lost this." She smiled, looking up. "Thank you. "
"No problem, kid. Think of it as something in return for the name."
He put his large hand around hers. Siggy's hand practically disappeared under the fur and muscle.
“Now let's go on an adventure right outta here.”

The Adventures of Siggy and RoboMonkey
Arc 1: A Rude Awakening
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The following transcript is from a program that was broadcasted on a television station in █████, Virginia.

BEGIN LOG
The screen fades from black to reveal a tidy kitchen. The kitchen from the camera's view consists of a sink on the far left, a refrigerator near the center of the frame, and a counter on the lower-half of the screen. A middle-aged woman in a pink blouse enters from a hallway on the right side of the kitchen. This is Susan Waterson. She approaches the counter and leans on it, her hands grasping the underside of it. She speaks to the camera in a southern accent.
Susan Waterson: Why hiya viewers! My name is Susan Waterson, and welcome to the pilot of my very own cooking show! Lemme just say y'all are in for a treat tonight, cuz this pretty thang-
Susan points at herself.
Susan Waterson: -is gonna cook some classic American Thanksgivin' turkey! I hope y'all are still watchin', because this cookin' show is about to get interestin'! First, we gotta sort through the fridge to see what we got. Feel free to get a notebook, cuz we gotta lot on our hands!
Susan reaches into the fridge and pulls out various ingredients consisting of condiments and a headless deli-bought turkey. The names of the individual ingredients are labeled on screen as each ingredient is revealed.
Susan Waterson: Hope y'all were able to catch all that. Teehee!
Susan goes off screen to retrieve something.
Susan Waterson: Now, we gotta grab the most important ingredient of them all!
Susan returns holding a kitchen knife. She stares directly at the camera, smiling. Then, she begins to slowly insert the knife into the center of the turkey.
Susan Waterson: You know, there was a time in this country where a simple thing like this was a weapon of power. Then, the people here were introduced to something more powerful. More weighty.
The turkey begins to bleed bright-red blood.
Susan Waterson: Did you know about the Mvskoke Creek War of 1813? 186 of them Creeks were murdered by American soldiers. You know who Davy Crocket is? That so-called folk hero said, "We shot them like dogs!" Dogs.
The turkey begins to twitch and howl. Susan pushes her other hand on the turkey to keep it still. Then, she plunges the knife deeper into the turkey, causing a large amount of blood to spill out onto the counter.
Susan Waterson: I ask, do you feel safe where you are now? Do you feel safe on a once-spiritual land? Do you think those spirits are happy with what you've done to the people they once protected?
Susan slices the turkey completely in half. The turkey squeals, and then goes limp. The door at the end of the hallway on the right side opens. A silhouette of a large, long-haired man is seen in the doorframe.
Susan Waterson: I hope you were able to catch all that, fellow viewers. We have a lot of blood on our hands.
The silhouette of the man comes closer. He pulls out a rifle and aims it towards Susan. The screen goes black. A gunshot is heard. Following the shot, a text appears on screen reading, "Brought to you by Vikander-Kneed's Culinary Program."
After the program ends, television screens broadcasting the program become non-functional.
END LOG


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ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:02:16 #54929583

I'm real spooked right now, and I need to tell someone about this.
So I'm sitting at my desk late at night, right? My parents are out of town today, on a tour of Niagara Falls, so it's just me and the computer and all the junk food I can eat. I'm having a pretty good time, fucking around on YouTube, when I hear this sound. This low, low growling sound. It's coming from outside my bedroom window.
I know this sound. I'm gonna go check it out, and tell you what I see. [1/4]

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:04:49 #54929585

Is this supposed to be happening right now? Something paranormal is happening to you RIGHT NOW, and you're typing it up for the site instead of calling the cops or something?

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:07:22 #54929589

I don't trust the cops, they're in bed with the skippers.

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:11:37 #54929590

So I went to the window, stuck my head out and looked down at the street… I live in a nice neighbourhood, we've got a lot of streetlights, real bright, so the lawn is all lit up real nice. There's a dark patch right in front of my house, which the outdoor lights normally take care of. But they're not on right now.
I saw something moving in the dark patch, and it must've seen me moving, too, because I swear I caught a flash of yellow in the shadows. Like a pair of yellow eyes. [2/4]

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:12:50 #54929592

This is such bullshit.

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:14:03 #54929593

you're bullshit

falcon_crazy 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:17:49 #54929603

how do u know how many parts this will be lol

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:17:24 #54929602

Okay I was really freaked out, so don't jump down my throat about this, but I left my room to go downstairs. I needed to know what that fucking thing was. I went to my parents' room first and got my dad's camera, then I went to see what's what.
We've got a big bay window facing the street, so I carefully peeked out of the curtains. My night vision's not too good, but I figured hey, maybe the camera can pick something up. I snapped a few shots, came upstairs, and opened them in Photoshop.
With a whole lot of brightening, this is what I got.

+ DON'T OPEN UNLESS YOU'RE SURE!

-Close

falcon_crazy 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:19:38 #54929604

cool puppy bro

falcon_crazy 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:20:08 #54929605

how did u even get accepted with that nick

search_the_skies 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:20:19 #54929606

ScareMaster2000,
The Parawatch Wiki is not a creepypasta website. It is a forum for like-minded people to discuss real-world paranormal activity in a safe and friendly atmosphere. If you persist in this behaviour, your membership will be revoked.
This is an official staff notice. Do not reply.

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:21:54 #54929607

How about you let me handle this.

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:24:32 #54929609

Buddy, I just found the original image you used:

It's fair use, I'll give you that much.

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:25:18 #54929611

lol fine

falcon_crazy 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:26:46 #54929612

what were u even gonna end it with lol

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:27:57 #54929613

i dunno lmao prolly it was my dead dog

falcon_crazy 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:29:12 #54929615

thats so lame. why didnt ur dad take his camera to niagara falls

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:32:41 #54929619

LOL

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:33:14 #54929621

What if you really were spooked tonight?

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:37:04 #54929628

What?

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:39:47 #54929630

What if you were really, really freaked out? Maybe your pathetic little story really got to you; you don't seem like a kid with a big imagination, but maybe something primal leaked into that piece of shit creepypasta from the darkest corner of your brain, something you really are afraid of, and it's eating away at you now.

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:40:30 #54929631

lol wtf

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:42:00 #54929632

What if you can't look away from this thread? You're fixated on it. You tapped into something you shouldn't have, and it's seen you, and you can feel its eyes on you, and you just can't look away.

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:43:26 #54929633

the fuck are you even doing

falcon_crazy 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:45:49 #54929634

lmao are u guys roleplaying now

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:47:13 #54929635

What if you're starting to breathe too quickly, too deeply, like you're running out of air? What if you are running out of air? Your brain isn't getting enough oxygen, you're getting light-headed, you feel weak all over.

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:48:37 #54929636

dude you're starting to freak me out lol I'm dying

falcon_crazy 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:49:16 #54929637

man leave him alone (unless ur doin a bit lol)

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:49:58 #54929638

How about you fuck off?

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:51:22 #54929639

What if you start getting chest pains? What if your muscles start to ache? You'd better start working that jaw, it's starting to clench. Wipe your brow, you're sweating pretty badly now. But don't look away from the screen. You CAN'T look away from the screen.

search_the_skies 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:52:14 #54929641

reifire_rose,
I've just received a PM from ScareMaster2000. Your behaviour in this thread is verging on harassment; honestly we dropped the ball letting it go on this long. If you don't desist immediately I'll be forced to ban you.
This is an official staff notice. Do not reply.

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:53:52 #54929643

How about you forget about it?

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:56:16 #54929644

What if your stomach starts churning, like you ate something that didn't agree with you? Your guts are in a knot. You feel like you'd vomit if you stood up, not that you can stand up, because you can't. You can hear your stomach gurgling. Or can you? Your breathing's so loud and ragged as you take your last few breaths, it's hard to hear anything at all over it.

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 02:59:49 #54929645

please

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 03:00:18 #54929647

What if I give you one last chance to say something meaningful? Something original? Would you rise to the occasion? What would you say?

ScareMaster2000 05/01/2021 (Sat) 03:03:11 #54929648

help

reifire_rose 05/01/2021 (Sat) 03:04:51 #54929650

Can't say I'm surprised.

KnifeInTheDarkPlaces 05/14/2021 (Fri) 15:21:51 #5493710

Wow, this thread is something else. Did you guys plan this performance out ahead of time? Are you gonna do a sequel? Looks like ScareMaster hasn't been active in over a week.

reifire_rose 05/14/2021 (Fri) 15:58:03 #5493781

Let it go.

KnifeInTheDarkPlaces 05/14/2021 (Fri) 16:31:49 #5493863

The fuck? You know something I don't, guy?

reifire_rose 05/14/2021 (Fri) 16:33:28 #5493867

How about you let it go.