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[I'll be frank and say i havn't got much of a clue what format of writing i should use so i'll do what i can and if this idea does work then i'll adopt it into what format that works best with it.]
-SCP-3999 eh? i'm guessing thats a fairly new one as i didn't see it yesterday, i guess i'll read it later on the the tram.
Friedrick said as he temporarily shuted off his phone to preserve power as he walked from Göteborgs University on his way to the tram to go about his excruciatingly boring daily commute.
He turned his head towards the sky and sighed.
-I can't believe i'm still reading this SCP bullcrap,i should really focus more on my studies and leave such things out of my life. I'm in University for god's sake.
As Friedrick frowned upon his own actions his legs unconsiocly took the turn towards the nearby shop to get a cold Fanta to wash away the troubles until he could get his hands on more heavy duty drinks.
I didn't take long to get the drink and he was out of there in a moments notice as he barely conversered with the cashier. come to think of it he rarely conversered with anyone these days he thought but threw the thought away and went on ahead with gulping down the cold fanta.
During this blissful moment of relaxtion a event had occured at a certain Foundation site and a large crashing sound could be felt from the tram station all the way to where Friedrick was having his drink. He quickly stopped his drinking and looked towards the now rising smoke from the tram station.
-Shhhiiit, now i have to wait an eternity befor-
a foul growling stopped his rampling, a growl that really sounded like a youtube video he watched a while ago. The growling and howling continued as the smoke rose higher and higher, this made him uneasy and against his guts will he went to investigate. He navigated himself between that crowed that was forming around the area and took a peak, and a peak is all he needed to recognise what was making that sound.
-God damn, you have got to be shitting me.
What he saw that made him utter these words was nothing more that a car sized lizard that seemed to be regenariting a limp back which made him remember the infamous 682, but in his mind this could a number of other monstracities that was until he spoke.
-(Growling) Where am I.
that was all the confirmation he needed before he began speeding off in the oppisite direction, he didnt care to warn anyone as he knew noone would believe him. As Friedrick ran across the Kortedala squere he could clearly hear cries for help and the devouring of steel and metal.
Friedrick suddenly stopped and laughed.
-Where could i run for? if that really is 682 we're fucked no matter where we run. He pondered on his own words and came to conqlishiing that he could something good for once with his twitch prime account.
