Alright. I'll get started now. Just gonna get the words on the page for now. We can come back to fix the problems later. Sound good?
Sure. I'll point out anything that sticks out along the way.
I am.
I see a world being formed around me.
Time is frozen at this moment, as a scene around me is slowly being painted.
A mountain range just barely visible over the horizon..
An assortment of flowers near and far.
A sparrow perched atop a tree branch.
A luscious meadow that stretches for miles.
I like the imagery. Strong, but leaves enough room for imagination. You've set the scene rather well here.
Thanks! Glad to hear it.
Time starts to move.
I begin to explore my surroundings.
I frolic in the meadows.
I climb up the mountains.
I play in this Garden of Eden.
Let me quickly stop you here before you go too far. If you're going to try and establish your character here, tell me what they're feeling and thinking, not just what they're doing.
Hmmm… I see where you're coming from. I'll sleep on that and come back to it.
Time freezes again.
But still, I remain conscious.
Nothing happens.
Nothing moves.
After what feels like hours, I can move again.
Something's new.
I see a bountiful tree, harbouring ripe fruit.
A snake whispers wonderful lies in my ear.
"The fruits. Superb, they are. You're so eager to take some. Aren't you?"
I listen to the lies, wishing I could think them true.
"You won't regret this if you do it. Eat as you please."
This is laying it on way too thick with the Bible stuff for my tastes.
Yeah, I was a bit worried about that. I have an idea on how to make it a bit more of its own thing though. IF that doesn't work for you, then I'll see about reworking this bit.
The snake disappears.
The tree as well.
The fruit in my hand remains the only evidence they existed.
I partake in the fruit.
And I disappear too.
Hmmm… this could be an interesting spin on the whole "Garden of Eden" story. It depends where you take this.
You think? I've got a decent idea where I want to take this. Gimmie a bit.
Time is frozen again.
A new scene is building around me.
It's harsher. It's colder.
The meadow is gone.
I now stand in the middle of a savanna.
A pride of lions is feasting on their newest catch.
Vultures are already circling over the eviscerated corpse.
A herd of wildebeests is stampeding past the horizon.
This scene is pure chaos: it's nature.
And here I am, with a half-eaten apple in my hand, watching it all.
This. Yes. I'm actually dying thinking about that image. Adam and his leaf just chilling in the grasslands whilst snacking on the fruit of knowledge. It's really… is funny the right word? In any case, I really like this.
:)
The scene stops changing.
But I still can't do anything.
I'm trapped in this moment.
I'm frozen.
Forever.
They say that everyone has to stop dreaming at some point. Kids give up on becoming presidents, or princesses or astronauts or whatever it was. Adults give up on relationships that just won't work out. Society gives up on ideas that just don't take hold.
All dreams end at some point. Well, maybe that's a good thing. After all, that goes for nightmares too. That's something that I've always believed. It's how I coped with being here at the Foundation. This nightmare has to end at some point. And until it does, we will brave it out. It'll all be worth it when we wake up. That's what I've always told myself.
I'm of the opinion that reality is something of a dream itself. There's no apparent reasons for what's going on, but there's always some loose theme connecting everything. That's no different in reality than in a dream. So, I believed and I hoped, that just like our dreams, just like our nightmares, everything would get better.
And history is on my side here. Through every war, through every famine and through every catastrophe; things got better. Just like how every nightmare paves the way for a serene calm, every disaster has paved the way for a new form of prosperity.
And time and time again, I woke up from my dreams. And from my nightmares.
So I know knew that dream or reality, it's going to get better.
But that was delusional.
This nightmare of the Foundation won't end.
This reality is here to stay.
I can't wake up.
It's 10:27 PM and I'm really damn tired.
My eyelids won't stay open. They aren't even heavy; god I hate that cliché. They just don't stay open.
I collapse on top of my bed, starfished out from corner to corner.
I close my eyes.
I open them again.
I close them. I open them.
Close. Open. Close. Open.
At some point I lose track of if my eyes are open or closed. And at that point, I lose consciousness.
Everything becomes unclear. Everything becomes foggy.
Suddenly, I snap back into consciousness.
I'm driving? But that doesn't make sense; I can't drive.
I'm dreaming.
Wake up.
I'm at school? But that doesn't make sense; I graduated over a decade ago.
I'm dreaming.
Wake up.
I'm in a hospital? But that doesn't make sense; I'm not a doctor.
I'm dreaming?
But this one is different. Who's this I'm with?
I look down at the person lying unconscious in the bed.
It's me.
I'm dreaming. I must be.
Wake up.
I'm still here.
I'm still watching over my body.
I take a closer look.
It's not my body.
It's someone else's.
They're waking up.
They're looking right at me.
They open their mouth.
They begin to speak; I can't hear them.
They scream at me; I can't hear them.
Someone's behind me.
A doctor walks through me.
The doctor speaks to the person who sees me.
They calm down.
The doctor leaves.
But the patient, now sitting on the bed, looks straight at me still.
They open their mouth again.
"Don't go."
I open my mouth to reply.
No sound comes out.
They frown at me.
"What's wrong?"
I try to speak again.
Nothing.
Why am I still here?
They're still talking to me.
"Just stay with me. Please."
I still can't speak.
Why am I not awake?
"Please…"
I open my mouth yet again.
I speak.
"Who are you?"
"Someone who needs you."
The patient smiles at me.
I snap awake.
It's 8:03 AM and I'm really damn tired.
Info Re: D-3247 (15/04/25)
To test theories regarding the psychological effects of exposure to certain anomalies, D-3247 was instructed to get some rest and report on their dreams as part of a test on a fictitious dream-based anomaly. D-3247 was chosen as the subject of these tests due to their record of poor mental health and suicidal tendencies. Whilst they were sleeping, D-3247's cell was refitted with several previously confiscated items, including a set of curtains, a razor and a pocket knife.
D-3247 ignored these items after waking up and documented their dream as instructed.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Ticonderoga
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is effectively self-containing. SCP-XXXX's effects are currently recognised as a common type of phenomenon by the general population, however are credited to many sources; these include random brain activity, various gods, spirits and magic.
Testing on SCP-XXXX has currently been halted due to concerns over potential long term side-effects as well as ethical concerns regarding any potential failures to resuscitate a subject.
No efforts are being made to circumvent any SCP-XXXX events as they are an invariably positive influence.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a type of phenomenon which occurs just before the brain deaths of approximately 70% of the population, wherein they will experience what the public refers to as an 'afterlife'. SCP-XXXX's anomalous aspect is most evident in the final 2-3 seconds before death, during which the subject's brain becomes surrounded by an unknown form of energy. During this time, brain activity becomes highly accelerated, particularly within the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex. Leading theories speculate that this corresponds to the nature of the content of SCP-XXXX events.
Throughout previous tests on SCP-XXXX, subjects exhibited a pronounced reduction in the activity of their pain receptors during the SCP-XXXX event. Additionally, brain activity in areas associated with stress, such as the amygdala, decreases dramatically after the SCP-XXXX event. During testing, no prior markers were found indicating the likelihood of an SCP-XXXX event's occurrence. However, anecdotal evidence suggests that subjects who exhibited excellent mental health and emotional wellbeing were less prone to undergoing an SCP-XXXX event.
SCP-XXXX events usually constitute a "reliving" of the subject's life, followed by reconciliations with friends and family and amendments to any outstanding concerns they had upon death. Subjects who underwent an SCP-XXXX event have shown higher productivity and generally better mental health than they did prior. In particular, D-Class personnel proved to be much more docile after their events, with some examples also demonstrating great remorse for their crimes.
Subjects always emerge from SCP-XXXX events in a state of ease before passing away.
Log XXXX-A
Foreword: D-8926 was unintentionally subjected to an SCP-XXXX event when a series of technical faults resulted in a near-death experience during a test on an unrelated anomaly. D-8926 was clinically brain dead for 2 minutes before being resuscitated. Notably, shortly after D-8926 was resuscitated, they began to weep. The following extract was taken from D-8926's journal.
I think I died yesterday.
And weirdly, it wasn't all that bad. It was actually really freeing. I guess that must be why they call it "the sweet release of death". It's not like I want to die. I just don't think it'd be that bad anymore. In any case I guess I should record what actually happened for posterity.
I'm told I was brain dead for 2 minutes but man I just can't believe that. I swear I must have relived my entire life and then-some during that whole ordeal. The thing about what happened though is that it was so… pleasant. It wasn't like a whole blow sunshine up your ass kinda thing, but it was just quietly nice. I'm not sure but I think maybe it had to do with what happened after I "caught up". Is that the way to put it? Aww hell, it doesn't really matter anyway.
So after I did everything again I… well, I don't really know how to describe it. There was just… every person I had ever wronged was there. Every mistake I ever made was there. And every loved one I ever lost was there.
And that was it.
No "It's ok" or "You did nothing wrong" or "You're forgiven" or anything.
They were just… there.
But it was enough.
And I just knew that it was enough.
Something to do with the phrase "If you stare into the void long enough, the void stares back"
Something or other, cave that changes, something or other.
Tale about a disenfranchised Ethics Committee member.
A bunch of shit about dreams. Definitely at least an SCP that fucks with dreams vs reality.
I wouldn't mind giving an immortal being a stab.
Doing a kid with some weird (minor) powers might be cool too
Kinda want to do something not serious for once idk what.
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