drshine

Fear is a funny thing. It's a power that exists in all things with something to lose, and all things that live have something to lose. A tall humanoid grinned to himself as he worked over a makeshift chemistry set. Contemplating this very facet of life. He had always felt a fear, a fear of being seen, a fear of being known. Though he longed to be close to others, something deep in his core let him know he could Never be seen. It was as though reality prevented it. even his own reflection fled from his view.

He would stand behind doors and curtains, longing to be seen. Yet terrified of the prospect. For so long reality had Seemed to shift him just out of view. He had No idea what would happen if he were seen. In time, he grew fearful of what might happen.. Would he cease to exist? would those who saw him die of fright. Being that it had never happened my reality was plausible. The creature known as Scp-303 constantly contemplated the very Nature of the reality he occupied. Being left alone with his thoughts so long, he had a lot of time to think about these things.

In time he learned to ignore his fears, but they grew stronger and took on a life of their own. Any thing sentient near him would feel it. He had once seen a man die of malnutrition in order to avoid facing him. All he wanted was to be seen, but he knew if he forced it himself, reality would simply displace him. He had even started breathing heavily something he thought would make him less frightening. He personally found the Noise soothing. A long finger tapped at a make Shift flask as the milky fluid inside turned to an opaque purple. He sucked Harshly between his large teeth, the color was wrong.

He knew very little of what he was trying to make, but he thought it might help with his affliction. He'd been at it for months, finding himself closer and closer to what he was looking for. Graciously his miasma of fear allowed him to take what he wanted from this building. It also allowed him to work without being disturbed. This was very little consilation for the loneliness that controlled his life. He longed to be closer to those around those around him.

A loud whistling filled the room as his Tea pot began to boil over. He quickly removed it from a hot plate and poured a thick dark liquid into a chipped mug that read "world's greatest researcher" , he then removed the flask that contained the opaque purple fluid, and filled the remainder of the mug with the fluid. The mug roiled and steamed, eventually settling into a dark green liquid. Sop-303's persistent smile seemed to widen. This could be what he was looking for.