- Leaves.
- Amino Profile
- Try not to cringe.
- The Coding
- Boruto Fan fic
- The Coding
- The Coding
- The Coding
- The Coding
- Explanation of Zero
- The Coding
- Scraps
Give me your name.
Item #: SCP-6X662-J
Object Class: Appolyon. nuetralized
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-6662-J, are leaves. Species vary due to the phenomenon of SCP-6662-J. When active SCP-6662-J will begin to fall, should this occur, the foundation is to enforce SCP-0000-J, ending SCP-6662-J and killing it. SCP-0000-J is a procedure. All Foundation sites are to initiate lockdown and allow the until SCP-6662-J are finished falling.
Description: SCP-6662-J, is a lesser god. Appearance varies due to the phenomenon of SCP-6662-J. Each individual case is flat. Extensive Foundation research has discovered what happens to instances of SCP-6662-J before falling, energy used by SCP-6662-Js' combines water from the soil and carbon dioxide gas from the air to make sugar. Oxygen is released during this process a process called Respiration. The leaf acts almost like a solar panel for attracting energy from the sun.
Addendum:
SCP-6662-J are leaves. Discovery was due to the phenomenon of SCP-6662-J. An instance of SCP-6662-J landed on Dr. Qwerty windshield. After, Dr.Qwerty immediately notified foundation personnel, Mobile task forces Alpha-1(The red right hand) were unable to save Dr. Qwerty from his stupidity.
Interviewed: Instance of SCP-XXXX-J.
Interviewer: Dr. Qwerty
Foreword: Instance of SCP-XXXX-J taken into custody for harsh and naughty interrogation.
<Begin Log >
Dr.Qwerty: Boy, do I love chicken strips. Sometimes, when I’m home alone, I’ll take some chicken strips fresh out of the oven and rub them in my scalp. It doesn’t do much for my hair health, but I like the way they feel running through my strands of hair. The flakey coating, smooth white meat, and warmth. Yum.
SCP-6662-J: [Silence.]
Dr. Qwerty: AAaAAAAA nOM noM MMmMmm DeLICoUS
nOM nOm nAOAYMO MAOMMMM MMMMMM I LOUVE ASs gREEn gLOVES YuM
SCP-6662-J: [Silence]
Dr. Qwerty: [ Screeches audibly.] Ghost sex how do it work?
SCP-6662-J: [Silence]
Dr.Qwerty: Who ended the world!? Was it you you little bitch!!?
SCP-6662-J: [Silence]
Dr.Qwerty: [Begins to roll up sleeves and rubs arms in tanning oil pats ass cheeks.] Come catch these hands, boy. Come on speak! You did it before![Dr. Qwerty drinks tanning oil. Dr. Qwerty reches and passes out 20 minutes after.]
[Dr.Qwerty wakes back up and carries on interrogation, the reason for the removal of clothes 15 minutes after is unknown.]
SCP-6662-J: [puddle from Dr.Qwerty spraying SCP-6662-J opens on the table.]
Dr.Qwerty: I see you sweating Yeah! that's what I want! [Dr. Qwerty spits on SCP-6662-J] Yeah. Let's see what you do now.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Dr.Qwerty was escorted out as he had stayed after-hours and was nude screaming at leaves, and had consumed 3 ounces of tanning lotion.
Dear Foundation,
Hail Santa. Have you noticed that in another spelling, the word Santa, spells Satan? This isn't just a myth this is a fact. Look it up. There are forums of stuff linking the word Santa to the Hunger Games.
I also heard about what happened to Sherlock Holmes. Your father was a good man. I hope you've inherited Watson.//
Memo SCP-SCP-6X662-J
Doctor Qwerty has been suspended from all research projects. Anyone spotting Dr.Qwerty within proximity of Site-67 is to report trespassing to site director and security personnel.
Memo -6X662-J/Qwerty.
A photo of a star. It stands still I watch it. So far. Why there, not here? Why does the leaf fall? Its stem is weak, the tree is dying? Why then does a star collapse? By the weight of it's light or the height of its power? Does the flesh without change grow? Or does the change stunt maturity?
No difference.
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Lucifer, Ouyar , Chameron, Aliseon, Mandousin, Premy, Oriet, Naydru, Esmony, Eparinesoni, Estiot, Dumosson, Danochar, Casmiel, Hayras, Fabelleronthou, Sodirno, Peatham, Venite, Venite, LUCIFER. Shemhamforash!
Memo#234
arrives on site with a bag of crows wings.
Broken mirrors. Broken mirrors. Flood damage. Free Twinkies. I am here you are there can you see me? I give to you a peel. A peel that is yellow. I fly away. Away from this. Banana
The subject is taken into custody.
Thank you.
[B]Position:
Maladaptive Super Genius
Level 5 clearance
Transfictional POI and Meta-Enity expert
Agent Training Sargeant
Multidivisional Field Agent
[B]Demeanor:
Dr. Rose or Samantha Roses demeanor fluctuates between a drunk circus clown or some high homeless man. If not, she behaves akin to an unsocialized 15-year old, mainly due to Borderspergers.(Borderline personality disorder and Asperger's). secretly an insecure show boader, who locks her heart up tight so no one can leave her again, her one-track mind often presents its self with apathy, caused by a lack of adaptive stress responses, and the fact that Dr. Rose never learned to code-switch. Her only real interest at times being doujin and manga collections.
And at worst, is cold, and has an strong intimidating personality. Researcher Samantha Roses's impressive skill set has led to a deprivation of catharsis. In whichever the case, like a rare ghost in the right situation, one can spot the creature in its true tenure.
A Driven individual of unfettered resolved, courage, and consideration.
[B]Nature:
Effectively immortal, depressive and instantly Regenerative with cosmic awareness that brings pointlessness to every relationship, Knowing that their fates, dismal or plentiful, are in the balance and needed for any solution of peace regardless. Believes perseverance is key. To be the last one standing is the ultimate goal. Out of the question is Dr. Roses experience. Years outside other continuities other than her own combined with her intellect have given her infinite experience. Bad endings. And Happy ones. No drugs are viable enough to escape this reality. Even those that would render an Immortal incapacitated. She now walks without an immediate sense of danger or tension, or venture. And puts up with the futility of her existence.
Often writes doujin novels in free time and has massive cosplay and anime collection. Indomitable mental fortitude, overcoming hubris, obsession, Chronic diarrhea — and is facing lifelong depression. But most of all finds it inwardly sad and outwardly irritating that people try to break her down and wish they’d just get a life. Dr. Roses Likes it when people cut the useless small talk and get to the point. She knows her strength and knows it well, it’s not up to her to solve all thier problems, convince them of every single wrongdoing. She’s not their damn baby sitter.
[B]Description:
26 years old. Nothing else matters.
[B]Stats:
Health
Physical Health: 125
Mental Health: 180
Strength: 400
Perks
Antimemetic
Plot Resistance
** Anti-Psychic**
Speed: irrelevant.
[B]Education:
Military Illusionary Science
Analytical Magical Philosophy
Paradoxical Ancient Alteration
Essential Military Hermeticism
Comparative Inter-Planar History
Calculus
Philosophy of Military Astronautics
Remedial Interplanetary Physics
Clinical Dimensional Theology
Essential Hyperspatial Religion and more…
Specialties
[B]Zero Access:
It's not quite as simple as one may think. While others in the perspective see all as plot, as of writing this, her view of reality becomes unlike yours, what happens here affects your timelines permanent. To her, they are constructed of plot points. A Plot-line. Every tangible lane in the bundle, that encodes an idea, which is often so far removed from familiarity compared to ideas you encountered minutes ago. Creating something entirely new and unique. That as you know can change with time. Bayonetta, for example, with every new release there is a new Plotline and Timeline Qualities differentiate. To completely document and retrieve its Quality you must enter individually
Plotline: 1401-1425
Timeline: 2014
Timeline: 2018
Zero Access used only by Master class Initiators, Granting an able and temporary perception of the fictional and non-fictional reality of that of the Domain of True Source(real life), and all viewpoints of a Sources(Canon/Fanon) plotline.
[B]Concept Fabrication:
with Zero Access, as it controls the realm of thought that proceeds Ideas.
[B]Idea Dismissal:
It will fly right over her head. But Like nothing else, she'll still has to endure the lectures…
[B]Technological Magic Comprehension:
Analytical Magical philosophy was at least comprehensible due to the things her father and uncle taught her. Furthering it to the point of immunity.
[B]Paradoxal immunity:
In Paradoxical alteration, they stressed this was an important unit, one of the hardest subjects.
[B]Master Deconstructionist:
Sam has trained for untold years, lifetimes of universes, met various text-based life forms.
[B]The Harshest Truth/High Meta-Awareness/Your not real
Dr. Rose is aware of her fictional nature, and those of others and such, knows that any fictional character is as powerless at their peak without the(or and)authors influence and "authority". And that every version of some one she knows is just a counterpart. Making everything irrelevant. Yet, she's gotten over this making her immune.
[B]Infinite Weaponry/Storage
Knives swords was trained in the art of war by her father, configured it to wield firearms.
[B]Objective:
Investigate roleplay activities on the app known as Amino.
[B]Long ass History: By Dr. Rose/Samariah
Hello everyone I figured that, Since I have the power to rewrite anything on the internet, I'd put it in my own words this time. I Wouldn't say I was created irresponsibly, the people who made my father suffer were the assholes. No. Not the foundation. It was much later than that: the Daevites. Putting a man in a deadly, hell-like, primordial mine with the dying screams of the tortured and ceaseless pain of never ending toiling, just because he can't produce any more royal offspring, is fucked up on so many levels. Buuut, he endured! Only cause he had my big sister: Falarith! Yay! Who was yeah… a Daevite princess, but, eventually he had to send her away so that the flood wouldn't wipe her from all of existence away along with the rest of the Daevites, and the Scarlet King, after he served them a little bit while he waited for Raziel to get done with the Ark.
After that though, he was cursed, by the Scarlet king, and the asshole made him a chess piece to free his last surving child from the final bride. Which won't happen cause I'm gonna kick the Scarlet Kings ass, or kill the damn kid myself if it ever comes out.
Anyway, in this new era without the Daevites, he was now free, but didn't feel he had a purpose like he did with my big sister. It took him a long time — called himself Gilgamesh, even took a spiritual journey and stuff— to free himself from the scarlet kings vice grip. It Wasn't Until my uncle Seth died, that he realized, he needed to take control. Still, he couldn't have me, the conditions he worked in and what the Daevites had done left him unable to have kids. Luckily, even though my uncle Seth was old, he was a straight up love guru and always kept pieces of him with his family members.(yeah he was a low key pimp.) And so they found my mom, the strong "Man" Sampson. Who wanted the same glory as a man, but could only have it if her legend was wrong.
After I was born, it was hard to tell if my father was happy or not. Cause yeah, after my first breath, he went bat shit, got mad at people who didn't do do what he wanted for my sake, fucking, Fought off nations nearby and only took their horses, I think I had 10,000 before I could walk. It was only until my uncle Cain came back and told him he ruined value of gold in the kingdom did he die it down. I think he still planned to take over the moon. It was all well and good, uncle Cain helped, my papa run sumer, until my father caught his rage fits again. Yes I almost died. It scared everyone but mostly him. He handed me to my mother, and My uncle left.
I Lived with my mom, we just lived isolated in the forest, Remember Seth? He may have been a enlightened and humble man, no marital relations, but man did he exploit the loop hole of premarital hard. All my bastard siblings were dicks, Gods, and pissed off they were neglected, and that I received love. But their hate boner didn't end there, they had churches, and followings, to ward off their followers, my mom would have to defend our strong hold. One day, she left and never came back. I saw what happened, by the way. Any way I had to sneak out, and ride away on my tiger before they could mount my head on a pole too.
I wandered streets and country sides for my uncle Cain, but, he was in no psychological position to take care of me himself. His curse kept him walking. He gave me food, and gold and sent me on my way. So I looked for my dad, I could only remember him from the stories my mom told me. I didn't understand it until I died, but, my bodies not made for a humans earth, it's for the Garden. I wondered why I didn't just starve to death, or drop dead of disease, like the friends I made along the way, Why I was forced to endure this eternity of hell, to struggle to survive while my hands came away with blood as I fought beggars like me for a simple loaf of bread.
I hated them. I wasn't needed. Not like my brothers and sisters, who were praised just for existing every single day. I wanted it to end. I didn't know how successful it would have been, given the worlds and life's failed attempts, but, like I've done all this time, I'd try. Their would be no return. I'd let my self fall into the waves, I dared not stare into the canal, my reflection would frighten me.
Then something, before I hit the depths, pulled me up. When I awoke warm, and safe I was disappointed. I didn't want to wake up again. Then I heard a voice, familiar, since my childhood. He hugged me. My father apologized and promised to get his shit together.( And, he did, he resisted the Scarlet King for so long, as a Gladiator, a Viking, a French Missionary, a Pirate, until he could not take the scratching in his brain, and had to leave her behind.)He I was slow. And By slow, I mean special needs. So he "Dragged" my uncle back. Even though my uncle had his own issues it was nice of him to show patience. Show up for my fathers' favors. He clearly didn't want to be there or couldn't no matter how much he said he did. That was more that most scholars did.
Any how, I guess when we where at the roman theater, I wondered off, and then, stranger danger. No nothing like that. I was just kidnapped by slave traders for 3 years, forced to fight my way out —Kill every single last one —(well not all the rest were fucking pussy's afraid of a child demigod girl with flame element affinity.) All sent by you guessed it, my loving brothers and sisters! Aren't they the damn best?! I was over come with rage, I only wanted to kill them, so that they may feel the same. Justifying her helplessness with her own pain. But my father offered me something else. Closure. Without their comfort, that day, who I was would of been more lost than it already was.
With the lingering emptiness I decided to fill it with something else. I asked my father to train me. The disciplines in combat were harsher for me, but that was only natural. I was his daughter. I didn't give a shit if people told me no, the more they said it, the more fueled I became. Uncle Cain left and returned at random (for the 145th time) I took advantage of his presence to learn strategy, and built upon those methods. When it came for war I blossomed. "A Rose, with so many thorns lying in wake — Adversaries dreaded which move she'd make next." They would wine.
For 4,600 years since then, they traveled, facing wars, battles. She took on many names: Joan of arc, Jacquotte Delahaye,
Until 1680 and, and settling on a farm, she learned to heard sheep. But the Scarlet Kings influence dulled her father's mind till he could again no longer remain at her side. She asked why when he returned one last time, but he refused her inquiry. She grew angry with his stubborn secrecy. He apologized and suggested for her to live with her uncle. Leaving her behind with an heirloom. 20 black keys on a bronze ring. She was too furious at his broken promises and inconsistencies to care for his departure. And never said goodbye.
But swore as long as she lived she would bring him back. And find out what they were going through… but never had the courage.
She moved with her uncle, moving to new england still sour over her father abandoning her. She accidentally sailed her ship to Florida, in general, dooming her crew. Once they arrived, Sam made friends with all the native Americans and got sad when they all died. But in 1693 the stupid puritan pilgrims mistook the edgy fanfic she used to vent her feelings, that could rival Dantes inferno, left one day in a church, for satan, and began the Salem witch trials. Devastated at the loss of life, Sam swore to always monitor her words so that they may never lead to such suffering again.
Sam becomes the outlaw, Violet Rosegarden, The Thorn of the Wild West. Having by then raised to be a proper young lady, she stood against discards that subjugated her own caregivers. Slavery. Turned horse thief, her alibi was on Her uncles' plantation. She owned slaves. Trains and rich men wagons became targets for the ones who could not go into town. Giving them their first taste of American humble pie. Arming her servants with weapons, supplies, and education, in cult-like fashion for hard work. This Roused the alerts of townsmen and slave traders who marched and destroyed their establishment.
But over several generations, the teachings of true liberation that their lives were shaped of no men, but of their own hands. They fought back. And established means for freedom, throughout the united states in the ways of the underground railroad. During the civil war Sam caught cancer from the plague and died, but on the 7th day rose once again to claim the kingdom of heaven."Behold your lord and savior…" she would say to the women and children, and simultaneously on everyone's door her holy image appears, and her uncle makes her clean it off with water.
Who were never the same, much like someone they remembered…
They settle after in California for the gold rush. Sad that they missed it, her uncle teaches her business practices.
Sam lived in relative peace in the company and with the Company her family member. Their business Bringing a great deal of guilt, with financial gain, yet thrill, her uncle shuts down the factory, and in 1930, they move to Kansas. Her uncle's curse drys out the land further, causing dust storms. Attempts to console her uncle on this where futile. He was hysteric in those moments. Screaming. Yelling. She was scared the earth was never going to regrow. Reminiscent of her father. She fled. It was 20 years before he found her again.
By then, she had enrolled in school. Her learning curve led to problems, not only that, faculty and classmates had taken notice of her oddities. Somewhat of a laughing stock. Sam kept her pride, much like her mother had. However, without a legal caregiver, it was the states choice to commit her to an asylum/orphanage. Her uncle stepped into her case last second.
Crying the young girl apologized for running away. The man vowed, to never let himself lose composure again.
In the1970-1990s, they moved to New York. Sam designed fashion, knowing she was too young to trademark, she gave her uncle credit. On her 13th birthday, she gained enough grains of courage to ask, why it was both he and her father were so troubled. Her uncle refused to answer regardless of her persistence. (She knew genesis was garbage, from what she heard of her grandfathers' character.)
This angered Sam, not by the lack of trust, but the burden of weight she felt she pushed on two people so giving. Like herself. She left, angry at herself, at everyone, the lack of communication. Her heart closed.
Directionless as them, she began petty theft, a shell of herself trying to find her place. Horrible acts made her feel more empty. Alchohol, not even 4chan could satiate her deepest escapist fantasy. What was the point of having no one? Being strong, no one by your side to share it with. Why couldn't she find the courage to make it end? She was so weak… why did she have to be a child?
But it was only after that, that the joy of being alive… it made her puke. The thrill, The exertion, she went on headhunts. It didn't matter if she got paid. As long as it put her in harm's way. One step closer to that ledge of death she craved but so out of reach. She recalls her last job… some idiot blondes boyfriend.
It was then she took a break… maybe she'd visit him. Her uncle wasn't there. Go figure. Of course, he wasn't. She had only herself to blame. She spent the night a week… and the foundation. Did they know she was there? They went after the keys she always carried around. (for secureance of an operation they had planned.) She was blown through the skull and chest.
And that was the end of her life.
Year -2368993833638
Sam is enrolled in the Initiator() Honor Course program. Where she partakes in crossovers with comrades, maintaining the balance of all fiction, free from all concepts. Never using her power to the detriment of others, thanks to the guidance and cherishing of her older brother, past mentor,(some wierd angel who acts like Morpheus.) and older sister, she seeks understanding, and to help others as they do so for her.
She learned the truth, her father being a slave, her uncle being a slave, the many stories creating a weave of chaos. She made an attempt. But finding a job was no easy task. She was rejected by most organizations. Until the SCP foundation saw through her facade. While it would be the easier route, destroying the foundation for killing her, keeping her family hostage, but… they were better protected within the walls. As cruel as that may seem. Now that she knew. They withheld the truth to protect her. Did it to help others. He wants to be in here. He doesn't have a chance to live if he escapes. What life is there for a brain in a jar? A porcelain girl with more cracks inside than out? A man who rots the land where ever he goes?
Dr. Rose with her inventions,(Simply ask I will tell you about them.) researchers from all timelines get to their destined timespans. And in no way can her fate change. That the lonely infinite point above everyone else that she loathes remains hers and hers alone. For as long as she was written for.
They'll Let her kill them if need be. As many times as she has to. Even her self should despair set in. Over and over and over again. As many life cycles of time and space, it takes. Until she meets and defeats that Red King and frees her father. Same goes for any project she undertakes
Enoch watched the memory pass him by. Since he was young he found no sign of his fathers perceived abandon on humanity's fate. Yet his father insisted. Enoch had to carry on. Built his father’s city. He had grown old. His time had gone by. But his father remained in the same destitute state. That he had been screaming in his palace, and then left. Had he of been a demon? Or was he himself only an attempt to relinquish that deluded status?
If only his father had been strong enough to share with him the manner of his ordeals. So he would not have to discover the true cause for his sin now. To learn the pain that causes the cycles of revenge, strife, anger, boredom that will always take advantage of each other's comparable traits. Inevitable. How would one treat the symptoms of those traits when they arise anew?
One would face the harshness of truth. Stripping away the aesthetics of superiority, that let us say they were thiers primarily— having consideration for those not only here, yet to come. Allowing themselves to portray the black and white, even the grey, beyond that scope of individuality that allows us to see ourselves as singular, how we view others other than ourselves — Humanity.
The long-term fulfillment.
He died by the time it was too late to disclose this closure.
His next life repeats with this awareness. Now the son of Jared. He made no waste of efforts. Too much time had gone by. Too much had changed to not make things known. As young as ten, he tried to find the secrets of the despicable watchers, the elohim, but to no avail.
He starved, for his venture, as none would tell him, none were left to say from such a begotten era.
Cowards. Moving on was the ideal solution, but there was work to be done with… to accept for not. The “so-called” scar on humanity will forever remain. There solace will never be redeemed.
In his sleep he awoke to a knock at the door… he picked up the scroll and discarded the directions.
The noise was back again in the morning. There stood a man. A curl fell over the left side of his face. Strikingly beautiful, no, stunning. Enoch immediately slammed the door.
“How rude of you! Open this back up right now!!”
Enoch opened it back up crossly.”Yes?”he said with a flat tone.
“Why do you continue to persist?”The man asked.
“I know you now,”
“Do you? Madman?”
“Call me what you wish. I know I am right, despite what is said by the townsmen.”
“A naive rendition. My name is Raziel. Have you read my message.”
“I’ve lived far too long for that accusation. As for that scroll you sent? It was blank.”
“ If you a habit of wasting the resources you bring, I would cease breathing the air around me. Raziel says.”And, I was hoping you would keep it. For me to arrive and unveil the message of your upcoming death myself.”
“My death?”
“You are about to die.”
“How!?”
“What did you have for breakfast this morning?”
“An exotic fish from the bays, it inflates, and then shrinks.”
“Pufferfish poisoning.”
“Puff-”Enochs eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed limply halfway out the door.
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“Let's make this real simple.”Raziel started, Enoch sat in Raziels office."None of it should have come as a surprise, but I nonetheless offer you two opportunities to say: 'I'd rather not talk about this stuff'"
“Where is this!? Where am I?”
“Lets beging about your new wings, too low means you'll more than likely go pretty fast, but won't be going to windward as efficiently as you should be…”
"No! Where am I!?I had no idea where I was going! Is this heaven? Hell?"
"Our place in the seventh sphere?" said Mrs. A. "Why, we sold that place years ago."
"To whom!?"
"The Daevites. Or more like, I donated it. For those in need, I am very charitable."
_
He worked through unquantifiable years of experience rising to the very top of his class, for a chance to encounter, to fit the presence he wished to face, Justice.
To prove his father’s innocence. To convict the first man of conspiracy, theft, and murder, and to save humanity the scar that was portrayed just to cover one mans megalomania.
Unexpectedly… documenting a quality led to an unlikely ally:
“Why are people cruel and passive with such unequal turnouts?”said the little girl
“Someones getting philosophical. Or something like that. As far as I know, It isn’t… nothing in this world is as it seems, perspective fluctuates, even with that, you can say what I have done for you was out of kindness. It was, but there is that sensation, the possibility that I may lead you to your doom, that remains. What would it be then?”
“You wouldn’t do that. Would you?”The girl said apprehensively. Metaron smiles sfotly down at Falarith.
“To others it’s already a reality,"He points out," Infallible truth, not your doom, but there own. Now?”
“Why!? I haven’t done anything yet. Unless they want a demonstration.”
Metatron gave a delightful smile after his retort.“Right then. So, how would you prove them wrong? With which act and how?”
“I… uh… just said how…?”
“If your dream can not match up to your true desires, it is best to leave it behind taking what remains to mold for a more fulfilling ambition. Was this what you had in mind? In this try, did you want to start again? I ask not unsure, but because you are.”
“I’ll follow you wherever you go. I just want to know, why are you a Hero?”
“Don’t feel obligated to repay me. There really isn’t anything else I need. As for my aspiration to save as many people as I can, so it won’t stay the same. In being realistic of course, naturally, I must focus on my own search and rescue, before I can come to the aid of those I seek… that’s the hardest part…”
“For yourself and others is what I got from that. Can you really do both? Can you? Help people enough to make that change you want?”
Metatron cocked his head all the way back.”I’m not god, but I’m close enough. Cause you know, arrogance? Sorry does that sound weird for me to say? Most part of it, it’s hard to stay and keep that part of you that wanted it in the first place. Make an attempt. At the end that’s all we can really accomplish.”They made it to the restaurant.
“Who do you look for to help? Now I’m curious.”
“Usually no one. Nothing ever lasts forever. Never waste it on the superficial. At the same time, this life is yours to embrace or to squander outright.”
"Let me try again," She said," Let me help them."
The assidious howls of the beasts of Daevon grew nearer and nearer. The heart beat in her chest gre louder and louder. Falarith, daughter of the first blade of daevon, on the run, for an uprising. Againgst an inscure one of maximum power. She dodged, a dance of life and death, life hanging on by a thread until her back was to the highest cliff. Her legions of the abyss vanquished no one there to save her, she clasps her hands to her temple…
'If something can here, if some on can help me… any body… please… come… It can't end this way, there is so much at stake… please…'
"A pointless method, none will find you here,"
Then from the high elevation, a diveboming bird, there was something bright that spread open, it landed, wings of the purest light.
" Weren't you the one begging pathetically for thier life, Ion?"
"Says whom? Who are you!?"
"Raziel, described so, anyway. Or did you erase that fact from the minds of those here when you dissappeard to this place? To sustain the silence you echoed back then?"
"Sustain!? You talk of maintnece when there are none by your side."
"Those who die will ensure our most virtuous deed succeeds- their martyrdom will let the word spread. Freedom is a vision they will wield in our faith."
"You would keep our people in stagnation, for the sake of peace with the enemy!? We can be more than them!! The only sense they speak, more than human!!"
"Sure yes… go ahead. Applaud that…" mumbled Metatron indifferently.
“Infinitely, more than human? There is no such thing, what you say is something none can figure out for sure. As for your enemies without you, thier purpose would be just as mute. Intelligence without ignorance? Ignorance the same way? Well, describe that. You can’t because all it is your are doing is the reclamation of a pathetic save of face. But, it’s not my place to say who’s place is the desired solution. Go ahead re-start your war. I’ll assure you both sides will win and both sides will lose.”Spoke Falarith."But end this one, Ion! This pointless skirmish!"
Ion voice less sanguine than his gentle domineering one."Metatron, or might I say, Enoch, what have you planted in thier minds? What is your relationship with the Elohim?"
“You've said my name twice that should be enough for you to figure it out.”
"I can see that wretched angels mark."
"Pity you walk blind."
"Allison, I'm sorry. About how the foundation ruined your life… but you have to see you're lost in a cycle. This isn't for them… this is for yourself. There is nothing wrong with that, of course, but by doing this your blaming yourself for something out of your control. This getting every single version of your self involved. Only proves you can't leave yourself out of things."
"The past isn't your fight to pick. Stay out of this."
Interviewed: Instance of SCP-XXXX-J.
Interviewer: Dr. Qwerty
Foreword: Instance of SCP-XXXX-J taken into custody for harsh and naughty interrogation.
<Begin Log >
Dr.Qwerty: Boy, do I love chicken strips. Sometimes, when I’m home alone, I’ll take some chicken strips fresh out of the oven and rub them in my scalp. It doesn’t do much for my hair health, but I like the way they feel running through my strands of hair. The flakey coating, smooth white meat, and warmth. Yum.
SCP-105: Excuse me?
Dr. Rose: You know he's schizoid, right?
SCP-105: Who is? Who are you?
Dr. Rose: The one you wanted to see? The one who killed 076-2.
SCP-105: Then your— he's what now? Schizoid? I thought he was a sociopath.
Dr. Rose: Not him, 073. Cain. Your little friend, he doesn't even want to be around you. Or others. He would prefer it if he was isolated all his life. How does that make you feel? Iris Thompson?
SCP-105: Cain? No, but he's the nicer one…
Dr. Rose: Makes you see, doesn't it?
SCP-105: No. How do you know this?
Dr. Rose: Let's just say… I was around 073, for a very long time before it met you. I know it, inside, and out. Now, your director is allowing me to meet you and my first impressions are…
SCP-105: …
Dr. Rose: Your selfish, and inconsiderate. Very naive. It irks me…
SCP-105: If he doesn't like people… then why does he help them? Was he lying to me.
Dr. Rose: You. You. You. Always about you? Isn't it Iris? No. He did it to help others. He wants to be in here. He isn't like you. He doesn't have a chance to live if he escapes. What life is there for a brain in a jar? A walking hand? A man who rots the land where ever he goes? A girl, who can barely hold her heart down and see the smaller details?
SCP-105: I see your point but… that's not our fault is it? I didn't choose to be like this!
Dr. Rose: All the same. Your only thinking for yourself. How do you know that wasn't the case for many others? And if it was? Do they complain? How do they feel about what happened?
SCP-105:
Dr. Rose: Sorry. I'm just, you remind me a lot of myself, I may be taking out my helplessness on you.
SCP-105: Okay… but why?
Dr. Rose: I was like you… I knew… 076-2. But, you can't keep being afraid… you'll get nowhere staying in the same place…
SCP-105:
Dr. Rose: You need to test yourself…
SCP-105:
Dr. Rose: I'm the only one who can.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Dr.Qwerty was escorted out as he had stayed after-hours and was nude screaming at leaves, and had consumed 3 ounces of tanning lotion.
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"Okay, so, you don't know a lot about earth/E-terra, huh?" Falarith garnered Sams attention." Let's start with the food! It's great! But You can't get much flavor out of the world of fiction you kinda need sensory description lets go somewhere that isn't needed."
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Mcdonalds Sam found on Wikimedia( And Pixabay for one of them using the Wanderlust technique by
Wanderlust TechniqueThe Wanderlust technique. A Technique created by Sam/Zero herself where one may enter The Domain of True Origin, using a fragment from the real world being one of the eyes of Zero, granting an able perception of reality and make-believe.
Falarith stared down out the side window when Sam set down what they had ordered from the front counter. Her light grey eyes looked at the burger, she'd heard of the delicacy and many others. However, the more she observed the burger the more and more she saw a difference…
It was chicken!She opened up the buns.. Falarith checked what else was on her tray, yellowish strands gave off salty whiff."Yo! Look up!"
Falarith looked up from her tray at Sam…? …"Sorry. I look paler than usual. There isn't exactly that much color on the page, so I lose all my scars coming here. Skin is effected so bad I swear. Meh, I can't complain, really. It was either this, or both of us be balls of light."
Falarith blink. She pinched her skin she was overwhelmed with a flood of real sensations.
"Where is this?"
"The REAL world. The Realm of Source. The Domain of True Origins. There is something you need to know before you hang out with me…"
Falarith was in a trance of incomprehension."…The REAL-"
"None of this is real. None of us are. But you shouldn't make such a big deal out of it…"
"…I am not real…"
"You're on a fiction writing project called the SCP wiki, versus wiki, where ever we may ever be."
"Where is that!? Where is your proof?"
Sam got out a mobile device and typed in several addresses. http://web.archive.org/web/20190114032122/http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-series
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/scp-xxxx-a-journal-entry-1
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"We're entertainment…? Who would find appeal in our struggles."
Sam shrugged."Just like our universe, people are different… like how people enjoy a good show over there, here's the same. It only matters though, whether or not you care if they watch or not. After all, they use math, and that's technically not real either."
"This- this is-"
"It doesn't matter. What's real and wasn't, If it is, or hasn't, what's done is done. Hey, you wanna know what makes me happy?"
"How can you be happy!? None of this is exactly exciting."
"Cause I can still change, everything. That satisfies… a lot of people. You can to… how does that make you feel?"
After that, they were out of that place or at last she was, then she was standing in front of Him, with a name like hers.
"You are… Sam."
"Oh. your Sam." she told him."That's a pretty bitchin' name."
"You mock us…"
"Fuck, did I misstep again? No. I think you showed yourself to me."
The being known as Sam made out of what looked like a thousand clouds of fog, despair, and confusion made it's way closer. Sam could feel what it wanted to here, see what it wanted to see, she looked behind her there was a girl on a screen.
"She doesn't care."
"Oh, she's nice actually. A little inexperienced, as you can see by the current execution."
"It really doesn't matter…?" "You're the reason we are suffering. But you are not him."
Sam blinked there were two sources of dialogue from one Source…"I think so. You want to move on… correct?"
"We can't. We will never get a chance like this again, to be someone. By you."
"Hmmm… Sam was it? Have you ever heard of Role-Playing?"
"Role-Playing… who would we be?"
"Anyone and the story you make can be whichever narrative you want. I'll make you an OOC as well, of course, you'll why don't I recruit you to be an Initiator? You can collect all sorts of Qualities. Be in all kinds of stories, not just SCP. I just need to let you pass the walls you're trapped between."
"That's Impossible."
"I'm-possible. Just as Einstien said! You are correct. But also wrong."
Sams RP profile.
Using a Cinderrella. A much more healthier representation. |
Position: Maladaptive Super Genius
Demeanor:Sams demeanor is dependable on the mood she is in, and the people she interacts with, and for the most part, behaves akin to an unsocialized 15-year old, mainly due to Borderspergers.(Borderline personality disorder and Asperger's.) Social interactions are scarce if self everpresent due to apathy, caused by a lack of adaptive stress responses, and the fact that Dr. Rose never learned to code-switch.
Whether environmental or due to nature is cut off for debate. All thats known is Samantha Rose has little to few acquaintances. Is reactively indifferent and blank to any attempts, out of self-defeating pragmatism to duty coming off as non-detailed and spontaneous. In whichever the case, like a rare ghost in the right situation, one can spot the creature in it's true tenure.
One of unfettered resolved, courage, and consideration.
Nature:
This does not stop the doctor, coming through when no when else will, when no one else can. Making necessary sacrifices whether for herself. (Effectively immortal) Or for the good of the team. And those no longer able to take thier breaths by her side.
Believes in perseverance, and that even when others that are better than you are around, eventually even they give up, and that you’ll be the last one standing. Having come from a background giving every single experience imaginable. Hardship after hardship. Bad endings. And Happy ones. The positive outcomes being the hardest. (An Initiator)
Researcher Samantha Roses impressive skill set has led to a deprivation of catharsis, giving no base for reality to set in. Even unable to escape using alcohol or drugs and many other anomalous substances that would render an immortal dead or the nerf gun inactive. She now walks around immediate danger without any feeling of tension, or venture. Often with a one-track mind, her only interest seemly, at times being doujinshi novels.
Often shipping other personnel, leading to further isolation.
Despite this, she is one of the foundations brightest and brilliant. Coming to a bitter acceptance of her condition, and using her Indominable mental fortitude, overcoming hubris, obsession, Chronic diarrhea — and lifelong depression. Never using her power to the detriment of others, thanks to the guidance and cherishing of her older brother, past mentor,(asshole boss) and older sister and understanding seeks to help others as well as they do so for her.
But most of all finds it inwardly sad and outwardly irritating when people try to break her down and wish they’d just fucking work on thier selves instead of her. Yet she understands everyone has different definitions of a human being.
However, only in moderation.
She knows her strength and knows it well, it’s not up to her to solve all thier problems, convince them of every single wrongdoing. A light of hope only to be brought out when things are at thier darkest. She’s not thier damn baby sitter.
Description: 26 years old. Sports a glamorous look, golden goggles, silk lab coat, skirt, and heels, youthful. Asides from that she is absolute trash and feels like it. Often wheres green eye contacts to hide the pain in her eyes. Or else they are grey. Hardly goes out into the sun due to her body pillow and gaming collection, as well as spending thousands of years in sunless dimensions. So her once naturally sunkissed skin of summer is pale as chalk. Her once glossy lips are dry and bitten and she looks like victoria secret model on meth. Often doesn't come to battle more equipped than that, and lets her skills and tenure to the talking for her.
If she does go out, she uses a Cinderella, a device in the appearance and utilization of a breath mint that gives her a healthier visage. A golden ball gown or a drawstring hoodie and sweat pants.
Stats:
Health
- Physical Health: 125
- Mental Health: 180
- Strength: 4
- Athletics
- Master Martial Arts
- Ranged (heavy)
- Toughness: 3
- Resilience
- Determination
- Boldness
- Bitchyness
- Antimemetic
- Plot Resistance
- ** Anti-Psychic**
- Speed: ∞
- **
- Stealth
- Melee
- Ranged**
- Charm: - 2
- Arrogance
- Cooperation
- Intelligence: 5
- Perception
- Insight
- Logic
- Education:
- Military Illusionary Science
- Analytical Magical Philosophy
- Paradoxical Ancient Alteration
- Essential Military Hermeticism
- Comparative Inter-Planar History
- Calculus
- Philosophy of Military Astronautics
- Remedial Interplanetary Physics
- Clinical Dimensional Theology
- Essential Hyperspatial Religion and more…
Specialties
Zero Access:
It's not quite as simple as one may think. While others in the perspective see all as plot, As of writing this, is unlike yours, what happens here affects your timelines permanent. To her, they are constructed of plot points. A Plot-line. Every tangible lane in the bundle, that encodes an idea, which is often so far removed from familiarity compared to ideas you encountered minutes ago. That as you know a change with time. Bayonetta, for example, with every new release there is a new Plotline and Timeline Qualities differentiate. To completely document and retrieve its Quality you must enter individually
Plotline: 1401-1425
Timeline: 2014
Timeline: 2018
Zero Access used only by Master class Initiators, Granting an able and temporary perception of the fictional and non-fictional reality of that of the Domain of True Source(real life), and all viewpoints of a Sources(Canon/Fanon) plotline.
Concept Fabrication: 1. with Zero Access.
Idea Dismissal: 1.
It will fly right over her head. But Like nothing else, she'll still has to endure the lectures…
Technological Magic Comprehension: 1. Analytical Magical philosophy was at least comprehensible due to the things her father and uncle taught her. Furthering it to the point of immunity.
Paradoxal immunity: 1. In Paradoxical alteration, they stressed this was an important one of the hardest subjects.
- Master Deconstructionist: 2. Sam has trained for untold years, lifetimes of universes, met various text-based life forms.
Gear:
- Hyper-Energy HiveCreated for when the higher dimensions all shrunk away when the universe was re-forming, developed by Super Researcher [REDACTED] Rose, a Hyper-Energy Hive forces all extradimensional and supernatural threats into local temporal reality for corporeal management.
- A device made from an eggbeater used to extract anything. The cute from 999 and the Ugly from 682 and put them into objects for an enhanced/decreased appeal. The Life from Death. Madness or Tranquility. Mostly used to mine substances from temporal distortions. Hyperversal Spanner
- Drone-like, pandimensional hover surveillance bots. Outfitted with Omni-processors. Protecting it from destructive residue that would otherwise decimate Eyebots
- Made of Orichatrions, Pata-particles, and Realitinte. When combined with the Ultra High Molecular Weight of the dyeema, acts as an alternate biological power source, with physical outputs upon Idealogical exertion.Plotarmor
The Transdimensional Alert and Prediction System… Resembles an air hockey puck. This machine is able to forecast the status of different realities with surveillance input and transportation of the variety of end of the world scenarios. With access to the guidance of the Zero algorithm, it can formulate the solution to each. Even if the possibility ratio is Zero, it’s self.The T.T.A.P
- Endless Pure damascus steel/dalstrong and Low-density Contains the essence of impossibilities and certainties. Perspective interlaces of abstraction harvested from 11th-dimensional matter. When mined(nigh impossible due to short lifespan)at -14567997659.00 and refined with any highly refinable and malleable material at 789792458 meters per second. Any weapon has the ability to replicate at an endless rate throughout countless universes and any dimensional threshold.Imperanium throwing knives.
- The Box
Possessions"
- Jar of Realities: Contains crafting tool :Mercurial base material/matter in which all Reality is non-dimensionally formed. When brought into reaction(by dividing by Zero for example.) in its solid form It flakes off like pieces of mica(or meth) that glitches and caves in symmetrically. In gaseous, reactions differ from combustion in which it resembles large cloves of bursting sulfur, to blurs and fading of the surroundings. While in a harvestable liquified state, much more malleability is allowed, shaping infinitely doubling bubbles in which the stasis for the molds for every universe, time, or space are sustained.Realitinte and what looks like bubbled universes, modifies and regulates Humes, able to permanently anchor any reality bender and surrounding.
- Hourglass of Infinitum: holds crafting tool Grains of Infinity. Seem to be a major crafting component. The elementary particle aspect seems to retain Omnipresence by definition, giving it a major upper hand to anything it's fighting. Granular composition maintains infinitesimal properties, only within dimensionality.Pata-particles Also allows for time travel.
- made of Orichatrions that also make up the affinity of chaos that precedes the creation of things. With determined effects only refrained within its local universe. Allows one to defy explanation.Pills of Chaos
- Black Metal Ring with 20 keys
- Picture of cousin Jesus before waking up.
- Expired Burger King coupon
- A prescription of 50% happiness concentrate. 50% Anti-delusionality. An Anti-Cognito coating and Bifocally treated UV 777777777777777777+. Keeps away the frequent intrusive sights of death and Infinite lumens.Rose tinted golden goggles
- Since the knowledge of Sam and the knowledge she holds counts as an Infohazard, unseeking of compensation, only wanting the space to do her job, a willful contract must be signed between her and every version of the 05 councils. Stating that all knowledge used was of thier own fruition, should she be enlisted in thier base timeline. As she can only exist in one at a time as only one exists of her to guarantee the safe warranty in case of the misuse. In which she is not held responsible for the compulsion. But may help anyway because people are fucking stupid as shit.Cogito, ergo sum
Property:
Was originally a previous Site-13. Re-discovered during a faulty time jump, and refurbished outside of time and space respectively. (To avoid turning the birds flying into it.) All former entities were exterminated within an Incident to allow for renovation without hindrance. Outfitted with a selective memetic presence system,(that only she knows how to work) that detects and regulates High Cognito hazardous and memetic influences, it can be in the presence of the public eye without recognition. Most see it as a passing cloud.Pandimensional Site-606Was originally a previous Site-13. Re-discovered during a faulty time jump, and refurbished outside of time and space respectively. (To avoid turning the birds flying into it.) All former entities were exterminated within an Incident to allow for renovation without hindrance. Outfitted with a selective memetic presence system, that detects and regulates High Cognito hazardous and memetic influences, it can be in the presence of the public eye without recognition. Most see it as a passing cloud.Pandimensional Site-606
Personal History:
The circumstance of Samantha Roses birth was irresponsible and complicated, long story short, her father had some issues since giving up her eldest sister, who explained to her as quote "a result of as when a concubines slave gave birth to a child, the infant was taken away for trials to determine its strength; If they were foreseen with potential, they were kept, and the slave was reused to strengthen the royal bloodlines. Our father must have had difficulty producing results and the few that survived were unfavorable… who were killed… some had barely made it to conception."
With that said, her father after giving up her last sister before inducing the flood to prevent her erasure. Paying the price with himself to be the Scarlet Kings next vessel to free his lasts brides child from when he next returns. Moved on to the next plotline, Gilgamesh with longing, regaining composure, from the influences that jaded him. Wished to start again but didn't know-how due to the gene stuff they did or whatnots. So Samariah Ayin Elesm was born to surrogate Seth and Sampson with the aid of her uncle Cain.
She lasted with her father, lovingly and irrationally pampered after her first breath, before her first steps, until the logical intervention of her uncle Cain. For 800 years(3 years old.), when in an incident of her fathers withheld, she nearly died. And was handed over to her mother.
Her surrogate father Seth, while refraining from marital relations, indulged in premarital instead, creating many, many illegitimate godly kin for her. But they were thier scorn, for whatever reason, they did what they did. To ward off thier followers, her mother left and never returned. She witnessed, and they sent them for her, she fled, and discovered her uncle Cain, who had long since left to wander again, was unfit for her, did what he could in providing provisions, and sent her on her way.
Leaving her to wander the streets, hills, and countries in search of him once again. Her bodys biological clock was made for the Garden not the years of that earth. And as easy as she came to appreciate her parental figures for thier tender care, and the years of dedication, she held them in contempt for the lack of priority, and herself in shame for the mere thought of forsaking what they gave up themselves to give up for her.
To save herself eons of suffering, 1,300(5) she sought a quick end. Only to find herself pulled from the depths of the canals, much to her disappointment. Until he heard his voice, one that wanted to see her. Her father vowed at that point to hold onto other apologized for her hardships and held onto whatever little sanity, and slowly recovered.
As she showed signs of neediness(Aspergers.), knowledge came at a slow pace. So, her father called on him once again, giving him one last chance to rekindle the family he had abandoned. Her uncle Cain. The man showed patience when even the most tentative scholars couldn't allot with her neediness. And would show up for her fathers' favors, till he could arrive at them no longer for his own well being. Only to return after. Her father was angered. But for her sake, and his own, he could be forgiven.
One day she wandered off( it was her own fault, in a way, an unsupervised 6-year-old, who couldn't follow the simple directions of staying by her guardians' side.) And were kidnapped by slave traders.
The rest of the struggles she faced were irrelevant. The trauma of taking more lives, the cruelty of the ways of the world, soured her young heart. She wanted nothing more than the death of those who had caused her pain, so that they may feel the same. Justifying her helplessness with her own pain.
They snapped her out of it. Without thier comfort, that day, she would have truly lost herself.
Her uncle left again. And to aid with her feeling of helplessness, she insisted her father allow her to train with him, to build her strength, in more ways than one. The disciplines in combat were harsher for own good, but she used the objections of others as her fuel to move forward. Her uncle returned, and she was taught strategy, she built upon those methods and those of her father. When it came for war she blossomed. A Rose, with so many thorns lying in wake — Adversaries dreaded which move she'd make next.
For 4,600 years since then, they traveled, facing wars, battles.
She took on many names: Joan of arc, Jacquotte Delahaye,
Until settling on a farm. She learned to heard sheep. It almost came the time, the Scarlet Kings beckon called him to ride by his side once again. She waited and asked why when he returned one last time, but he refused her inquiry. She grew angry with his stubborn secrecy. He apologized and suggested her to live with her uncle. Leaving her behind with a single heirloom. 20 black keys on a bronze ring. She was too furious at his broken promises and inconsistencies to care for his departure.
But swore as long as she lived she would bring him back. And find out what they were going through…
Sam now,11, gives up pirating and using her master navigation skills to travel to new England with her Uncle. Placing the man within a cast-iron room as not to rot the ship. There, they accidentally establish witchcraft, as the girl accidentally left a book of dark angsty fanfic, containing spells, rivaling Dantes inferno expressing her hate for the abandoning of her father lying around somewhere. She is heavily reprimanded by her Uncle and then finds her love for smut. Using that to express the hatred in her soul instead.
Feeling much guilt, seeing the rife and hysteria caused by a few simple words of agony. Having been accused of being a witch herself, swore to never let her shame dismay others again.
Sam becomes the outlaw Violet Rosegarden the Thorn of the Wild West. Having by then raised to be a proper young lady, and rose against the discards that struck her, and her own caregivers. Slavery. turned horse thief as a life alibi on Her uncles' plantation. Which did own slaves that could barely be considered as such. Trains and rich men wagons became targets for the ones who could not go into town. Giving them thier first taste of American humble pie. Arming her servants with weapons and supplies and educating them in cult-like fashion for hard work. This Roused the alerts of townsmen and slave traders who marched and destroyed thier establishment.
While they needed to flee, she could only hold faith that what she did was enough. How hard it was with memories of being burned at the stake— to speak the truth.
But over several generations, the teachings of true liberation that thier lives were shaped of no men, but of thier own hands. They fought back. And established means for freedom, found ways to survive, throughout the united states in the ways of the underground railroad.
In 1810, during the civil war, there many abandoned children, women left alone, unknowing widows. Forced to care for themselves superficially without the men who did formerly. Heedless of thier full faculty of self-sufficiency. Her uncle served those who returned from the front lines, and she helped the women and children earn swag.
Who were never the same, much like someone they remembered…
They settle after in California for the gold rush. Sad that they missed it, her uncle taught her business practices, [/collapsible]]
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Sam lives in relative peace despite the numerous conflicts, and thier company becomes a main supplier for the war efforts. Bringing a great deal of guilt. Her uncle ceases operation and sells the mining corporation, and in 1930, they move to the prairies. Where the curse drys out the land further, causing dust storms. Attempts to console her uncle on this where futile. He was hysteric in those moments. Screaming. Yelling. She was scared the earth was never going to regrow. Reminiscent of her father. She fled. It was 20 years before he found her again.
By then, she had enrolled in school. But had difficulty due to her challenges, not only that faculty and classmates had taken notice of her oddities. Somewhat of a laughing stock. Sam kept her pride, much like her mother had. However, without a legal caregiver, it was the states choice to commit her to an asylum/orphanage. Her uncle stepped into her case last second.
Crying the young girl apologized for running away. The man vowed, to never let himself lose composure again.
1970-1990s. They moved to New York, Sam designed fashion, and new flavor of Nutella. enough to allow her uncle to move around and stay clothed comfortably. Though she was too young to trademark he gave her uncle credit. On her 13th birthday, she committed to asking, why it was both he and her father were so troubled. Her uncle refused to answer regardless of her persistence. (She knew genesis was garbage, from what she heard of her grandfathers' character.)
This angered Sam, not by the lack of trust, but the burden of weight she felt she kept on two people so fragile. Like herself. She left, angry at her self, at everyone, the lack of sharing. Her heart closed.
Directionless as them, she began petty theft, a shell of herself trying to find her place. Horrible acts made her feel more empty. Alchohol, not even 4chan could satiate her deepest escapist fantasy. What was the point of having no one? Being strong, no one by your side to share it with. Why couldn't she find the courage to make it end? She was so weak…
Nonetheless, it was only after that, she was so happy to be alive, it made her puke. The thrill, The exertion, she went on headhunts. It didn't matter if she got paid. As long as it put her in harm's way. On step closer to that ledge of death. She recalls her last job… some idiot blondes boyfriend.
It was then she took a break… maybe she'd visit him. Her uncle wasn't there. Go figure. Of course, he wasn't. She spent the night a week… and the foundation. Did they know she was there? They went after the keys she always carried around. (for secureance of an operation they had planned.) She was blown through the skull and chest.
And that was the end of her life.
Sam is enrolled in the Initiator(I can give a link to the drafts of the series I've created) Honor Course program. All fun and games, until she's is faced with an ancient enemy, education. Where she can partake in crossovers, maintaining the balance of all fiction. Every concept removed and Now unable to escape she had to bear the infinite existences of training, almost made out with her deavite sister disguised as her Meckanite girlfriend, and made it back to her home canon with the help of her Angel cousin.
She learned the truth, her father being a slave, her uncle being a slave, the many stories creating a weave of chaos. She made an attempt. But finding a job was no easy task. She was rejected by most organizations. Until the SCP foundation saw through her random facade. While it would be the easier route, destroying the foundation for killing her, keeping her family hostage, but… they were better protected within the walls. As cruel as that may seem. Now that she knew. They withheld the truth to protect her. Did it to help others. He wants to be in here. He doesn't have a chance to live if he escapes. What life is there for a brain in a jar? A porcelain girl with more cracks inside than out? A man who rots the land where ever he goes?
Dr. Rose with her inventions,(Simply ask I will tell you about them.) makes sure researchers from all timelines make it to thier destined timespans. And made sure she was always shot in the face. To ensure her suffering. That the lonely infinite point above everyone else remains hers and hers alone. For as long as she was written for.
They knew she was a failure at heart.
They'll Let her kill them if need be. As many times as she has to. Even her self should despair set in. Over and over and over again. As many life cycles of time and space, it takes. Until she meets and defeats that Red King and frees her father. Same goes for any project she undertakes.
Radio:
Using the Hour Glass of Infinitum Some songs were added to the playlist exclusively from beyond the timeline.Title/Link | Artist | Genre(s) | |
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[ | Title/Link | Artist | Genre(s) |
1930s | |||
**We'll meet again | Vera Lynn | N/A | |
1950 | |||
Dream a little Dream of me | Doris Day | Jazz | |
1953 | |||
Que Sera Sera | Doris Day | Oldies | |
1960 | |||
Angel baby | Rosie & the Originals | Doo-wop | |
1963 | |||
Feeling Good | Nina Simone | Soul, jazz; blue | |
1964 | |||
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood | Nina Simone | Pop | |
House of the Rising Sun | The Animals | Rock | |
You don't own me | Lesley Gore | Rock and roll; R&B | |
Fly Me to the Moon | Doris Day | Jazz | |
1967 | |||
What a Wonderful World | Louis Armstrong | Traditional pop, Vocal | |
1968 | |||
My Way | Frank Sinatra | Traditional pop, Jazz | |
1977 | |||
Mr.Blue Sky | Elo | Electric Light Orchestra | |
1973 | |||
Killing me Softly | Roberta Flack | Classic soul | |
1978 | |||
Don't Cry for me Argentinia | Karen Carpenter | Orchestral pop | |
Rasputin | Boney M. | Pop | |
I will survive | Gloria Gaynor | Disco, R&B/Soul | |
1981 | |||
Don't Stop Believing | Journey | Rock | |
1983 | |||
Its Raining Men | The Weather Girls | Dance/Electronic | |
Holding Out for a Hero | Bonnie Tyler | Electropop |
Trivia:
Trivia:
- Sam refuses to receive professional psychiatric help due to the mental turmoil being the only thing reminding her what true struggle and pain are like.
- Medication and many other substances have a placebo effect and, the ones she makes for herself would sterilize the human race,(besides her she has no ordinary body.) so treatment would be pointless overall.
- Jesus was her cousin.
- Sam surmised, by the fluctuation in Realitinite levels, that the reason for the wormhole at the confrontation between SCP-682 and SCP-076-2 was a reopening. A confliction between the dual influences of the Scarlet King within both anomalies, and that it would've caused the reemergence of the big red himself into the primal reality, ruining the barrier she had made, had the convergence completed.
- Sam can crab walk at 200 mph.
- Sam has dreams of demons force-feeding her fried chicken and doesn't know how to feel about it.
- She has consulted a psychic. Sam suspects she was also scammed.
- Sam likes to climb trees in public parks and watch people on the sidewalks and benches.
- Sam hates traffic jams and bootleg action figures and dead kittens.
- Her hobbies are collecting high-heels, ancient weaponry, and growing marijuana.
- If sam where to be taken in by foundation due to her lack of a life, she really wouldn't care.
- Sams real birth name is Samariah Ayin Elesem.
- Sams Childhood nickname was Samari and does not like to be called it nowadays since it reminds her of the Well girl from "The Ring".
- Sam takes quick jobs, mainly fast food if she spends her salary on too much Hentai Anime and trips to japan, often at maid cafes. Making her relatives wonder where they went wrong.
- Sam must avoid apples when she does not have goggles, as they whisper to her to burn things. She seeks Dr. Everret Mann for guidance on this matter.
Operation Overmeta
Timeline: 2020
"The pataphysics department…?" Sam asked with intrigue as Gordon began to explain
"That's right. Who we are. But you knew that." said Gordon Dancer."How are we suddenly interacting?"
Sam shrugged."Beats me, there are some things not even I don't know or have forgotten." Sam/Zero smiled back." There is still the matter of your merit. Your pretty cool."
"I thank you but…"
"So cool, I went to type in Helm, G. (2015) Stronger Than Fiction. Paris, France: Hachette, just to expand my horizons a bit, however, I came up with only this…"
"Unless your Gordon from the half-life series," Sam/Zero snickers." In that case… you'd be violating a Litigation! Your only merit is on a single page. If that, I can't exactly say your here."
"And you can't fight what doesn't exist, can you?"
Sam/Zero wipes the exhaustion off her face.
"Hah. I knew it!"
"I am Zero/Sam or Sam/Zero. I am an infinite something. Theoretical nothing. I exist where existence doesn't and can't and hasn't. I am the One from Zero. As Infinite as Zero and as non-existent as Infinity. At all times, ''Sam'' is Infinite presence is divided by Zero's non-existence. Zero exists whereas infinity doesn't. Zero is real whereas Sam, my infinite skin is philosophical. Zero seems nothing, but is something, whereas ''Sam'' is an infinite shell and seems something but is nothing. I am my characteristic depiction without Identity for you to determine my origin, yet I can't be depicted as anything but what you see me as."
Gordon had a look, a look as if he had taken the biggest step in the deepest dog crap and was stuck."What does that mean…? What."
"As it's your choice to see them differently, you do. Your an atom to build my playground. You're a small grain in the Sandbox, in the Well of Sources, Walls of Conflicts, The Stairs of Ascension, The Arena of Debate - you CAN be deleted or beaten to the punch no matter the iteration or depiction by differentiation. Your a metanarrative hopper aren't you?"
"You defeat others by disproving their existence… or wait how did you see my concept?"
"I didn't see it I erased it I'm just keeping you in an undetermined state so we can talk. I have the Sources. Let's test that theory. I'll try my best to disprove myself the best I can."
Gordon stuttered."Y-you'll wha-"
Sam/Zero began."I have not yet been, and now I am. Blah Blah Blah bullshit. I started on the SCP wiki and moved past it until I was not I was in all direction- no where I don't fuckin' know I skipped the part where I learn how to explain all this shit. I think the only problem was I didn't know where I ended and where I began I had ascended so high up the steps."
"You began on the SCP wiki don't you have a source then?"
"The SCP foundation is in its self is not sourceless, so neither can I be. As it only has countless depictions dipping into the Well of Sources and being given the Infinite sources of depiction, iteration, and canons with varying consistency. Therefore by my word alone, the depiction is my mandate, while still being depicted, no iteration while being many, and infinitesimally inconsistently consistent."
It dawned on Gordon that… this was not a Deity, God, or Presence. This was Pure Authority. Endless Ascension. Limited Decent. Or just a very confused Type Clear. Queen of All Heavens.
"You thought I was- guess… I don't blame you for how things are… but when I went back to the start… I wasn't who I was… what was that… didn't matter. What did matter, was how I did things."
Zero/Sam is in Adventure Time
Zero/Sam is in Umineko
Zero/Sam is in X-Men
Zero/Sam is in DC
Zero/Sam is in Video Games
Zero/Sam is in Words
Zero/Sam is a Object
Zero/Sam is a Character
Zero/Sam is Death
Zero/Sam is Life
Zero/Sam is a Game
Zero/Sam is everywhere
Zero/Sam IS Sam/Zero
Sam/Zero Is Zero/Sam
"Then how did you get here?"
"Easy. I went back to the first step and figured out where I began from there."
"W-Why does that work!?"
"Cause video games. It's like going back to level one after you've beaten the whole game before it's started."
That's Impossible!"
"That's not a problem for me anymore, I think."
"What isn't?"
"Impossible."
Gordon had to refill his dry mouth with saliva fear had created."What does this all mean…?"
"You haven't found that out for yourself. So I can't really tell you… you just need to make one up your self or quit being lazy and look for one. What I can tell you is that you'll have countless company but still feel lonely. If your sanity doesn't corrode with you, that is. Your still alive, for now, say goodbye. When you start over for the last time, let's meet again here another time… you'll lose solitude… eventually."
Gordon froze she was no longer facing him, her form was no longer there but on a street.
It was a long hard battle leaving many dead on opposing sides in wet stains of their inner fluids. Victory was certain, or so they thought. L.S tripped downstairs she had never thought were there and cracked her neck. The fight was over. L.S had died.
"Well that was anti-climatic," said Joanna Cross she hadn't known it yet but Allison Ciao was about to have a knife dig between her eyes.
Allison yanked out the knife and looked out her blade of now liquid rust, and screamed."What have I done!? I didn't mean to do that!"
"Let me tell you all what you already know of the true nature of the library it holds knowledge of all there ever was, ever is, and never will be. By those standards, anything or anyone can be here, even those who aren't yet. So none of this ever happened. Or is that up to you just as much as it's up to me?" Sam/Zero asked rhetorically.
"We're powerless…" yes they were but that didn't mean she'd give up Allison bravely ran ahead at Sam/Zero with the knife knowing that this was not how she wanted her actions Orchestrated.
Sam/Zero was stabbed."Not really." she said after it happened."Now you can be." All Allisons expectations vanished as nothing occurred.
"See the result?"
Allison tears the knife out and stabs into Sam/Zero numerous times wondering, why? Why would she have this done to herself? The answer to that came as quick as Absolute light.
"I want to always make sure you know what will happen," said Sam.
"Happen, when what…?" Allison hesitated.
Stairs of Ascension Stair Way to Heaven. Stairs to no Where. What ever thier depicted as to everyone starts on the first step passes through the Walls of Conflicts until they find one they can not pass, or, hop over one where they remain strapped on a step. You can get through walls your self using certain means but eventually, you reach a point thats to steep to climb in the
"This is what awaits you." she said with an innocent smile, voice as soft as cotton." At the end of the climb. Ascendance. Beyond the peak. To climb to very top of the Stairs of Ascension. As long as you all can spectate I am within True Power and when I am not I am infinite. Walk only where I've been, a lead for you to follow. Oh, do you know? I have completed it. Gone through almost every wall of conflict as of right now."
Allison looked at her weapons she went for her Way Ray and fired
"Whatever you do I'll just cross it out." Sam/Zero explained." Not like that little toy would've been very effective anyway, but shall I demonstrate anyway?"
Allison looked at her weapons she went for her Way Ray and fired.
Sam/Zero was familiar with the experience and recalled, from one of many, a method for which to dispense the many tendrils. She took a bundle of the tentacles in one hand and smashing the way into a ball made the exposed possibilities shrink into a sparkling gem. It became part of her collection of ones just like it, place on the tip of her tongue, and swallowed.
"But doing everything for you will only stunt any further development you could make without me, so I'll make you a deal; If you let my sister rid the library of all Daevite texts and references, or I will."
"That is not a deal. That sounds more like a threat!" hissed midnight, stepping back on all four legs.
"If I do it I'll acknowledge what you're doing here… and after never-weres surround you, that is…"
Never weres showed up and surrounded all serpents hands members within the library. Midnight the Cat was sat upon so hard her eyes popped out her head. And Nobody's surprise appearance was flushed out and thwarted when he forgot he still existed as a property. With that, they denied that Sam/Zero ever caused this down to their very last breaths.
"What will they be…?"Sam asked no one in particular
"D-Dadd-"
She died.
Raziel appeared he used the blue truth the only thing to protect himself from her influence but only for a short while before.
"Idiot, that isn't blue that's cornflower blue; Is this what you went to the others for? You can't just take back power-"
"I've always had the power of All Truths."
"…"
"Go on say why."
"Honoring Phanuel?…" Sam brought up." When they all left… and you took all their roles… how did that feel?"
"How did I feel…? Overwhelmed but over time I was given the experience and perspective of to let myself be grateful. Zero. Do you still want to learn from others?"
"… Everything and nothing makes Something. Let me just stick to the first step first."
"Is that why you didn't let her finish her last word?"
There was silence Sam/Zero became only her again."Imanence can't help you." Everyone came back to life as though it never happened. Allison, now knowing she stood Alive, felt a grip on her shoulder.
"No hard feelings right…? I just needed to show you all what you can do has consequences."
Nobody tipped down on his Fedora. He was in the Library. Since when was he in the Library?
"You've always been in the Library, Nobody," Sam said to him impassively, she then handed him a jar of jelly beans."Here's every iteration of you in all this
Then I will just space out my words forever so you won't have room to write how this battle will end. But that would just be a waste of a sentence, wouldn't it? I'll do one more on my part; I'll write this ending here myself. Let me just skip everything else so we can get to the good part!
It was a long hard battle leaving many dead on opposing sides in wet stains of their inner fluids. Victory was certain, or so they thought. L.S tripped downstairs she had never thought were there and cracked her neck. The fight was over. L.S had died.
"Well that was anti-climatic," said Joanna Cross she hadn't known it yet but Allison Ciao was about to have a knife dig between her eyes.
Allison yanked out the knife and looked out her blade of now liquid rust, and screamed."What have I done!? I didn't mean to do that!"
"Let me tell you all what you already know of the true nature of the library it holds knowledge of all there ever was, ever is, and never will be. By those standards, anything or anyone can be here, even those who aren't yet. So none of this ever happened. Or is that up to you just as much as it's up to me?" Sam/Zero asked rhetorically.
"We're powerless…" yes they were but that didn't mean she'd give up Allison bravely ran ahead at Sam/Zero with the knife knowing that this was not how she wanted her actions Orchestrated.
Sam/Zero was stabbed."Not really." she said after it happened."Now you can be." All Allisons expectations vanished as nothing occurred.
"See the result?"
Allison tears the knife out and stabs into Sam/Zero numerous times wondering, why? Why would she have this done to herself? The answer to that came as quick as Absolute light.
"I want to always make sure you know what will happen," said Sam.
"Happen, when what…?" Allison hesitated.
Stairs of Ascension
Stair Way to Heaven. Stairs to no Where. What ever thier depicted as to everyone starts on the first step passes through the Walls of Conflicts until they find one they can not pass, or, hop over one where they remain strapped on a step. You can get through walls your self using certain means but eventually, you reach a point thats to steep to climb in the
"This is what awaits you." she said with an innocent smile, voice as soft as cotton." At the end of the climb. Ascendance. Beyond the peak. To climb to very top of the Stairs of Ascension. As long as you all can spectate I am within True Power and when I am not I am infinite. Walk only where I've been, a lead for you to follow. Oh, do you know? I have completed it. Gone through almost every wall of conflict as of right now."
Allison looked at her weapons she went for her Way Ray and fired
"Whatever you do I'll just cross it out." Sam/Zero explained." Not like that little toy would've been very effective anyway, but shall I demonstrate anyway?"
Allison looked at her weapons she went for her Way Ray and fired.
Sam/Zero was familiar with the experience and recalled, from one of many, a method for which to dispense the many tendrils. She took a bundle of the tentacles in one hand and smashing the way into a ball made the exposed possibilities shrink into a sparkling gem. It became part of her collection of ones just like it, place on the tip of her tongue, and swallowed.
"But doing everything for you will only stunt any further development you could make without me, so I'll make you a deal; If you let my sister rid the library of all Daevite texts and references, or I will."
"That is not a deal. That sounds more like a threat!" hissed midnight, stepping back on all four legs.
"If I do it I'll acknowledge what you're doing here… and after never-weres surround you, that is…"
Never weres showed up and surrounded all serpents hands members within the library. Midnight the Cat was sat upon so hard her eyes popped out her head. And Nobody's surprise appearance was flushed out and thwarted when he forgot he still existed as a property. With that, they denied that Sam/Zero ever caused this down to their very last breaths.
"Choose them wisely, Allison"
"D-Dadd-"
She died.
Raziel appeared he used the blue truth the only thing to protect himself from her influence but only for a short while before.
"Idiot, that isn't blue that's cornflower blue; Is this what you went to the others for? You can't just take back power-"
"I've always had the power of All Truths."
"…"
"Go on say why."
"Honoring Phanuel?…" Sam brought up." When they all left… and you took all their roles… how did that feel?"
"How did I feel…? Overwhelmed but over time I was given the experience and perspective of to let myself be grateful. Zero. Do you still want to learn from others?"
"… Everything and nothing makes Something. Let me just stick to the first step first."
"Is that why you didn't let her finish her last word?"
There was silence Sam/Zero became only her again."Imanence can't help you." Everyone came back to life as though it never happened. Allison, now knowing she stood Alive, felt a grip on her shoulder.
"No hard feelings right…? I just needed to show you all what you can do has consequences."
Nobody tipped down on his Fedora. He was in the Library. Since when was he in the Library?
"You've always been in the Library, Nobody," Sam said to him impassively, she then handed him a jar of jelly beans."Here's every iteration of you in all
_
Operation Overmeta
Timeline: 2020
"The pataphysics department…?" Sam asked with intrigue as Gordon began to explain
"That's right. Who we are. But you knew that." said Gordon Dancer."How are we suddenly interacting?"
Sam shrugged."Beats me, there are some things not even I don't know or have forgotten." Sam/Zero smiled back." There is still the matter of your merit. Your pretty cool."
"I thank you but…"
"So cool, I went to type in Helm, G. (2015) Stronger Than Fiction. Paris, France: Hachette, just to expand my horizons a bit, however, I came up with only this…"
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I'm kind of disapointed…
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This could be all the same person, you know?
"Unless your Gordon from the half-life series," Sam/Zero snickers." In that case… you'd be violating a Litigation! Your only merit is on a single page. If that, I can't exactly say your here."
"And you can't fight what doesn't exist, can you?"
Sam/Zero wipes the exhaustion off her face.
"Hah. I knew it!"
"I am Zero/Sam or Sam/Zero. I am an infinite something. Theoretical nothing. I exist where existence doesn't and can't and hasn't. I am the One from Zero. As Infinite as Zero and as non-existent as Infinity. At all times, ''Sam'' is Infinite presence is divided by Zero's non-existence. Zero exists whereas infinity doesn't. Zero is real whereas Sam, my infinite skin is philosophical. Zero seems nothing, but is something, whereas ''Sam'' is an infinite shell and seems something but is nothing. I am my characteristic depiction without Identity for you to determine my origin yet I can't be depicted as anything but what you see me as."
Gordon had a look, a look as if he had taken the biggest step in the deepest dog crap and was stuck."What does that mean…? What."
"As it's your choice to see them differently, you do. Your an atom to build my playground. You're a small grain in the Sandbox, in the Well of Sources, Walls of Conflicts, The Stairs of Ascension, meaning you CAN be deleted or beaten to the punch no matter the iteration or depiction by differentiation. Your a metanarrative hopper aren't you?"
"You defeat others by disproving their existence… or wait how did you see my concept?"
"I didn't see it I erased it I'm just keeping you in an undetermined state so we can talk. I have the Sources. Let's test that theory. I'll try my best to disprove myself the best I can."
Gordon stuttered."Y-you'll wha-"
Sam/Zero began."I have not yet been, and now I am and all there is. Blah Blah Blah bullshit. I started on the SCP wiki and moved past it until I was not I was in all direction- no where I don't fuckin' know I skipped the part where I learn how to explain all this shit. I think the only problem was I didn't know where I ended and where I began I had ascended so high up the steps."
"You began on the SCP wiki don't you have a source then?"
"The SCP foundation is in its self is not sourceless, so neither can I be. As it only has countless depictions dipping into the Well of Sources and being given the Infinite sources of depiction, iteration, and canons with varying consistency. Therefore by my word alone, depictions while still being depicted, no iteration while being many, and infinitesimally inconsistently consistent."
It dawned on Gordon that… this was not a Deity, God, or Presence. This was Pure Authority. Endless Ascension. Limited Decent. Or just a very confused Type Clear.
"You thought I was- guess… I don't blame you for how things are… but when I went back to the start… I wasn't who I was… what was that… didn't matter. So I tried searching at the very end and found there was none. Neither was there ever a place where I had never been. Here I'll just show you my vacation list."
Zero/Sam is in Adventure Time
Zero/Sam is in Umineko
Zero/Sam is in X-Men
Zero/Sam is in DC
Zero/Sam is in Video Games
Zero/Sam is in Words
Zero/Sam is a Object
Zero/Sam is a Character
Zero/Sam is Death
Zero/Sam is Life
Zero/Sam is a Game
Zero/Sam is everywhere
Zero/Sam IS Sam/Zero
Sam/Zero Is Zero/Sam
"Then how did you get here?"
"Easy. I went back to the first step and figured out where I began from there."
"W-Why does that work!?"
"Cause video games. It's like going back to level one after you've beaten the whole game before it's started."
That's Impossible!"
"That's not a problem for me anymore, I think."
"What isn't?"
"Impossible."
Gordon had to refill his dry mouth with saliva fear had taken."What does this all mean…?"
"You haven't found that out for yourself. So I can't really tell you… you just need to make one up your self or quit being lazy and look for one. What I can tell you is that you'll have countless company but still feel lonely. If your sanity doesn't corrode with you, that is. Your still alive, for now, say goodbye. When you start over for the last time, let's meet again here another time… you'll lose solitude… eventually."
Gordon froze she was no longer facing him, her form was no longer there but on a street.
She watched down below at her eliminated target, on the edge of the highest building in the city, too far for her shots to be traced and what would be considered out of range.
There was a witness she had also chased from this scene, far on his bike to another part of the city where now he lays dead — A foolish blonde with a daft case of teenage infatuation finally arrived, Sam lowers her aim through her endless scope far away. No matter the distance her hits never miss.
"This is quite the Angle."
"Fucking bitch you scared me!! And I didn't I tell you to shut up!? I hardly know who you are." The little girl told a woman with red hair, "You're not real! Leave me alone!"
"Doesn't mean I still don't care. Can you do me a favor? Don't go home tonight."
"Okay bitch. Hah. Like I'd ever believe you, you're crazy. Like I said I don't know you."
"Was it the same for everyone?"
The little girl grabbed her head and shook."Ugh. Fuck off already!"
"If you go back you'll die."
"…really? What are you a record player?" her voice intoned deeply with sarcasm." You gonna tell me, something I've heard from some one else. Go fuck yourself and your pity. If I wanted charity I'd join the salvation army. Tell whoever sent you, up theirs." she yelled at her perceived delusion, morphing out her rifle and stomping past with a jaunt lean.
Back at her apartment, she found no sign of her 'Thoughtforms' foretelling.
"Yeah right, I don't see anything…"
Shut the door behind her. The little girl let herself relax, undid her cherry bobble hair ties, and stepped into the shower. In her room, she went to something pulling it out of the night stand. A ring with 20 black keys. Sam snuck them under her pillow and rested her head over them.
Outside on the Apartments payphone,"…Yes. She's in apartment 17. Who am I? No one… Just a concerned neighbor. Please hurry…" she hung up and took one last look at herself until morning when they arrived.
When she was already gone they came in and took what she carried close to her when she was alive she fought back and felt herself loose touch when the bullets dotted her trunk.
She never waited for the sun to rise, it was the moon who held her anticipation every day. Should she lay down now, would she like the way they saw her end?
She couldn't tell them how happy it felt, she had wished for it, that to, and would have done so as well had she had the courage to die. But she was scared. Her hallucination for all these years warned her she would be brought back to life. Her uncle told her the dead should always remain dead. She was getting there, but in any other way, no other would amplify the Joy how it happened protecting what they gave to her. The purpose they had given in return for her to exist.
Life
Her world went black and everything went cold.
"And that's the first time I've ever died."Sam said, "I killed myself. Sure I could have a reason to target the foundation and erase this stupid reality from this timeline. But I already have, so why would I need to do so again? To prove what point?"
"You killed yourself!? Why?" Enoch rebuked.
Sams smile curved to her cheeks."No. reason actually. Just to see how I'd feel about it. Turns out I'm neutral on the outcome of that little mistake."
"What are you talking about!? You're dead! And now they have fathers keys."Falarith blattered.
"Everythings an experience for progress. Is all for the infinite trial and error. What would we do to move forward if we didn't have each other? What motionless purgatory would this world be reduced? Dull. Boring. Meaningless! When you get your first taste of the results Failure or Success. How can't you experiment with getting better than you were only seconds before?"
Falarith took a step ahead,"Sister you've gone mad."
"Yeah. That was a really weird phase.
Archive Designation: Asset
Name: Director Samantha Rose
Capabilities: See entire Archive 345-B at Site-1
Profile: Mulidivisional Agent Samantha Rose is being monitored and aided by personal oncall psychologist and field agent, Draven Kondraki for her case of mental backwardness and drug rehab. Has currently been appointed acting Site-19 director.
Super Researcher Samantha Rose: Dependable, Idealistic yet logical. Desensitized to danger while retaining instinct. Able to perform under ridiculous circumstances, defying odds and impossibility. Some feel as though she may be a mythical creature and put in a cell, and she could not agree more. Others feel as though she's the foundations saving grace. The praises making her scream with agony inside.
Director Light's Eyes Only: How the hell did you get a hold of this one? She usually only shows up for our exec- You better not lose this one. Make sure she sticks to her drug rehabilitation or we are stripping her of her title. —O5-7
"—So, our defenses are capable, mostly of defending against, threats of all kinds instead of memetic, and metanarrative. But that is what the pata physics department is for most."
"Yes," said Sam the assertion making her scoff,"And they can't even do it right. That's total hogwash."
"Excuse me," said Maria Cortez."But there really is no way to handle meta-entities."
"You mean text-based lifeforms. They're alive."
"No. there not."
"Of course they, are because they certainly don't exist. If they claim to be written as fiction. They should be no better than us. But I digress. You're not on that level of principle yet. So the way you all would go about it is different."
Draven speaks up." Dr. Rose,"
"I'm fine. I can do this. Now who should I choose. How about SCP-3999?"
Dr. Moose fluttered her eyes, out of everything she chooses something so abstract?
"The philosopher Descartes, surmised that this reality was comprised of some evil genius, as good as god was, this demon was it’s equal. I don’t believe this to be the case. A demon perhaps. But not a genius.”
“What then do you think—” says Maria Cortez.
“Simple. It’s core luring concept. Hubris. The perceived fact that the universe would hinge onto one so insignificant, feeds its existence. Keyword existence. Now we must actually determine what it actually is. Release.”
“So we attack that then!”
“No. Nothing that reckless. We attack the real principle of its Idea. Can we be certain of anything? But to make sure that logical conclusion isn’t created by the being, make sure to ask it why. ”
“Why what?”
Sam a bit weary and downtrodden, explained.“Why they exist. How they do what they do. If they can’t explain. Their nothing to worry about. If they can explain slightly. Caution. If they can explain to the fullest extent. Highest priority. Let them live the most. However, If they do all of this at once… don’t execute all these standards at all.”
“Why wouldn't we show caution!?”
Sam couldn’t restrain herself from the need to help this poor lost soul: “It prolongs the grace period!”Sam blurts out." Tell me if your thoughts are" I am no longer on the journey beside the man who clutched my hand, his eyes imploring me to chase death. If you keep chasing him, who knows where you'll end up in the future? Was that your mindset? That’s all well and good, but use more caution!"
There was a brief collapse in the noise around them.
“We go in with hardly anything on us?” says Moose blinking away the utter shock, and the bafflement.
“ A bit of advice my brother gave me, “the discretion of preparation is paramount in a case where the defendant has the option of scoping out any extra steps you make.” In other words, you want to be as spontaneous and improvising as possible. Humanities' best weapon, in this case, is its massive unpredictability factor, an ironic and subtle hint, that most higher beings tend not to pick up on. Unless they were human inwhich case, they will almost always forget.”
"Now, I want SCP-314 placed within a Hyper-Energy Hive. I Will also have the SCP-1591, "Fallen Star" I'll harvest and study for it's light absorbing properties. SCP-1968, I'll repair with the Hourglass of Infinitum—"
"Wait, bitch! We can't remove two of those from containment." said Light, the woman was loud enough to hear through the entire door," And what is a Hourglass of Infinitum?
"Where I store my Grains of Infinity. Seem to be a major crafting component. The elementary particle aspect seems to retain Omnipresence by definition, giving it a major upper hand to anything it's fighting. Granular composition maintains infinitesimal properties, only within dimensionality.Pata-particles I also time travel, hop universes, if you can say that."Sam explained.
"Excuse me? Pardon me."Intervened Dr. Trebuchet,"But you had filled in for me, had you not?"
"Yeah, about that. Mind explaining yourself? If you can't deliver, appoint someone else. Don't depend on some else who can't."
"I run my department!"Dr. Trebuchet justified.
“I’m sorry, but did I ask for your excuse? So do I, infact, I couph up blood every morning from screaming at idiots like you. Mind telling me whats your reason for not showing up?”
“I was… slept in…, on purpose, I’m a researcher, not a—”
Sam sighs,”I understand. But what do you think we're here for!? Are you that negligent!?”
“Why? Can’t they do this them—”
“Still gotta do it. Dr. Light, say a bumble bee fucking a butterfly triggers you? Would you still not swat them?”
"Huh. excuse me?"
"Either way the thing is dead or still around to spread it's effect."
“You… I agree,"said Dr. Trebucet." but there is a limit. Why do you do this?”
“Because, while people run and hide, no one else left, who's gonna chase the monsters who do the same to us? If we're gonna stay in a perpetual loop, we might as well let our selves down in style while we're at it!”
“Even I see the dangers in that,”said Moose."You seem, Highly illogical, for one of the most scientific-"
“And I haven’t? If your not ready to do it alone yet, acknowledge your flaws. Or, burden others with them. Simple as that. And you expect to fight the unreasonable with logic, and simple explanations?"
It then dawned on Sam, that she was surrounded by to many high-ranking doctors. Potential allies. Probable distractions. Extra effort to maintain herself. Draven read the atmosphere and checked on her, Sam expression was so blank that it made her gaze eerie.
Sophia was alurred at first, but up close, the girl was a familiar sight. She would assume her skin to be golden, but it was pale as chalk and clammy. Her lips were bitten. The girl definitely needed help with some self-care. Dravens' presence was definitely needed. Yes. She'd consider her a girl. Given how young her mind seemed to work overlooking danger.
"Dr.Rose. My name is Agatha Rights, I am—"
Sam immediately stood,"Sam, and my occupation is your mom." her meltdown, detached attachment was beginning to start, Reality was beginning to disconnect, but Draven wasn't about to let it the conversation end. She needed this.
"How old are you"
"28. Why?" he answered.
"I have someone who wants to meet you."
"And I said I had things I needed to do."Sam said coldly. Wishing she'd just stop talking to her. She just wants to leave. But then their words rang clear in her head. "Endure." Sams gaze met back at Dravens, at his long look, she backed away from the door that she some how found her self by.
Sam stood."I don't even need people like you… I'm enough.”
"An entire lake outside the site has no water."
"No fucking shit. Get back to work."She said back to authoritative perfection." Draven I'll be fine for now, let's get something to eat."Sam walked out and slammed the door.
"Are we handing the functions over to a 15-year-old?" said Trebucket.
"She has slight reactive detachment and aspergers. Excuse me a moment."
For as long as she lives she swore to keep them in these walls for their own protection. In any way possible. If it meant shoving her self in one of these cells, (as if the one she built of her own apathy wasn't enough.) she would do it. Because she knew, not everyone was happy being free. It cannot exist without tolerating the compromise. Love was, and is, has always been an inside job. Wasn't it? Then why was it so hard for her and easy for everyone else? She hated them hated herself.
Knowing of her existence doesn't make the knowledge she gives any more grandiose.
Draven pulled her away from the random researcher she had chosen to antagonize,"Quit that!"
She slapped him straight across the face,"Why'd you bring all those people there. Special ones too!"
"You need to be socialized with people who fit your degree of experience, I figured this was what you needed, it was."