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SCP-? The man who wanted to be called S[Redacted]
C: yo man you still here with me?
S: a sorry must have slipped of somewhere in my own mind for a second I'm sorry gotta concentrate a bit here.
C: no problem man you where going to tell me why your here and what you're doing weren't you?
S: a yes sorry, sorry il get to my story….
“As I sat there listening to this man tell his story i couldn't help but recall everything that happened today?”
Connor ? CONNOR? Hey Connor wake up we got code red’s running off in every mayor facility what the fuck is going on man ?? M..mmitch?!? “i could still taste the coffee i had before, old earthy , i should have strained it better, then as though it gave its final tastes to help me wake after the short sleep i was granted”
What’s going on ? What alarms? ”the sound had yet to leap from my tongue through my lips as i realized the insane blaring of the code red alarm slamming me to wake like a truck a car in one of those bad horror movies” The fuck what's happening we got a breach, what the fuck got loose this time, “i still remember the sudden dread, code red’s don't just happen , people are going to die,, IM going to die”
I don't know man but we got to leave NOW!?! Command’s send a special unit over to pick YOU up ? We got to move! “me i panicked, i started freaking out !?! Why me ? People who get picked up bye special units during these kinds of things only have 2 things happen to them” I'm going to die “i stuttered i wasn't worth saving, quickly millions of thoughts flooded in my head as a torrent of paranoia, Did i get infected with something ? , a memetic effect, did i piss something off, did i get traded for an scp???” that's when i blacked out, apparently 1 of those damn black suits snuck up on me, figured i wanted to run. Granted i was going to, but at least i didn't just get gunned down immediately.
C: I still don't get why you picked me man? I don't know you, i didn't do nothing with my life, hell I'm probably as boring as vanilla ice-cream”
S: don't think about it too hard, i needed somebody and i felt you where a choice i could agree with.
C:okay but what for, as far as i get it your just some dude who got really good at the sword and now got some kind of “superpowers”?
S: Hmmm yes? No? Maybe? You could say im pretty good at slashing things yes, but that's not what im doing here.
C: then why don't you tell me what it is already that gutting almost every SCP we had as a fish and concocting this freaky thunder wind tornado bullshit in a desert.
S: hmmm its not that simple you know, the animals they where a necessity i needed to find the path and make Shure i was ready.
C: can you stop with the HMMM’ing its annoying and you don't seem much older then 25.
S: a sorry sorry sometimes i just get into all of this you know the lone warrior/samurai deal. Hahaha I'm kind of a Japanese culture fanatic.
C: great i got a cryptic weeb acting all samurai here that's going around killing monsters and causing natural disasters?!? Do you think everything is a game kid?
S: aaaaa sorry sorry really im sorry but you'll see look I finally found what I wanted to do and how I want to do it i want now and i needed you for this, man.
C: Wil you stop with the cryptic talk and tell me what you are doing already. “at this point i was yelling my lunges out, i had never felt this frustrated before. All this chaos for what what could this random kid possibly want to do that warranted all of this???”
And then suddenly the world was still
And this man this 25 man who i had been speaking to in a small tent in a tornado in a dessert, He lifted his arms, and grabbed and at that moment.. Everything was still.
I don't mean just still it was like everything for 1 absolute moment, was still.
And as he swung he just said in a voice I hope to never have.
I know this is greedy of me to ask but can you remember me by a name i chose.
S[redacted] i kinda think I like that.
C: Wel? What do you think doc am i mental? Am i insane?
D: Difficult to say , anywhere else … yes absolutely and i would just blame that weird wooden sword you woke up with as some form of sleepwalking or hallucinations. But the readings on that thing are insane, of course i cant tell you more than you already know but still.
We both paused for a minute then. Nothing happened that day, nothing was found that day. I just woke up with this wooden stick on my lap. Checked it in with one of the higher-ups said it was weird and made me keep it for observation.
I checked on the kid, couldn't find him, seems like he never existed in the first place, i know he was real i wont ever be able to doubt that. “i remember that feeling again. That awe I had at what I saw then, never did tell anybody what happened as he swung down, Kid probably wouldn’t have wanted it anyway, guessing he wanted me to have this, bet we could have talked.”
