You remember waking up naked, covered in some kind of clear goop, with men in lab coats looking at you. There's a massive machine to the side of you, with pipes in odd ways you know shouldn't be possible, and yet.... One of the men in the coats steps forward with a syringe, and despite your weak struggling, plunges it into the side of your neck. Everything gets blurry and goes white...
Are you willing to work with us now, SCP-6350-1A?”
The man saying that is dressed in a white lab coat, with a certain logo emblazoned on it on the breast pocket. And even though you are in an orange jumpsuit, with a D and a bunch of numbers on it, you merely stare at him.
“If you would cooperate, we could get you out of this room.”
You know your existence is too close to something they cannot speak of for them to risk terminating you themselves, despite what you’ve seen happen to other people who wear this outfit. So you just smile, and drink the tea that he’s brought you.
“Please.”
Chu Chu grabs his pen without him noticing, and you let him hang in silence without an answer.
This has become quite an ordeal, honestly. The Foundation’s notorious lack of planning and insight has once again trapped several D-class agents in a situation that may result in their deaths. Which is a bit frustrating, since you are included in that ‘several’. You’re used to the danger at this point- the missions with Shirou Emiya have been anything but safe- but this really is one of the worst ones.
“Come on! We don’t have time for this, please listen to me!”
And that would be why. It wouldn’t be so bad if the group was legitimately bad at their job, but Aoi’s problems with a stubborn sentient program is hardly their fault. If you die here, then you are going to have some strong words with whatever force set this particular night into motion.
“Keep trying, we believe in you!” An encouragement from Flat. Not unexpected, given his cheerfulness, but it probably isn’t too helpful right now. Nor is the way Bennings keeps muttering ‘I told you so’ under his breath. His insistence on carrying paper manuels in addition to the eye-phones may be what saves you, but smugness doesn’t really suit the man.
“Kid, just keep watching the door.” Nor does the way he gives orders. He’s not much of a leader, in your mind. You’re glad he’s not the one who is meant to use your sword today.
Well, there isn’t much you can do here, unfortunately. If the SCP manages to get through the steel door then you will assist Flat in delaying it while Aoi and Bennings hopefully work out the problem. But until then, you’re just pretty decoration in a room full of panic.
But at least you have your tea. You can’t complain about that.
Once you had all settled in the auditorium, a slim man with immaculately styled bubblegum pink hair and bone-rimmed glasses walks in. He is wearing a lab coat with the Foundation’s logo, as well as another (http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--resized-images/task-forces/Lambda5.png/small.jpg) patch. It looks like a rabbit? Sort of? Regardless, the man has a theatrical air to him, and he gesticulates quite a bit as he speaks.
"Greeting, D-class personnel. My name is Dr. Szayelaporro Granz, researcher class C. You have all been selected, either personally by myself and Dr. Kurotsuchi, or by random chance, to accompany me on this field mission. Aren’t you all so lucky?" the man smiles and clasps his hands together, though the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. "I am also from SCP-6350, so let’s all work hard together, hm?" He clicks something in his pocket, turning on a slideshow with what little information they have. He clicks through the bare-bones presentation as he speaks.
"The location we will be researching is a space-time anomaly known as ‘The Resort’. This location is a fancy ski chalet that moves around randomly, and thus far has eluded our attempts to contain it, or even properly research it. Recording equipment and drones have all proven worthless inside this anomaly. The Foundation have dispatched live staff here before, only for them to be lost. While our main goal is to find a way to secure and contain this anomaly, you may also consider a secondary objective to be rescue... or recovery, as the case may be. The Resort currently has an active zone in the Canadian Rockies, and that is where we will be entering. Once we go in, it will be up to all of you to unlock its secrets. So if you have any business to attend to... I suggest you do it soon. This mission may last several months."
He adjusts his glasses, then turns off the slide show. He opens his arms in a flamboyant gesture and an all too wide smile splits his face.
"Further information will be provided to you in a written dossier, my little actors and actresses! But for now, you know as much as I do. Thank you for your attention, and welcome to Mobile Task Force Lambda-5-b, the ‘Fictional White Rabbits’!"
The memory fades out as you all sit in uncomfortable silence...
This isn’t Akio, but it may as well be. The way he moves, the way he speaks - it’s all there, just as you remember it. Chu Chu cuddles up close to you as you watch him, unmoving, wondering when the SCP will tire of it’s act and attempt to kill you.
For the record, it takes quite a while. Enough for tea, for him to talk in the way he normally does, the way you remember him talking like. You wonder if it will eventually turn into Dios, to try to have you remember happier times before sliding in the knife.
You take a sip, and think, when will you backstab me?
I wish it’d happen already.
So when it shoves you into the ornate coffin, lined with such thin needles, made to bleed you dry - it’s almost a relief. It’s a return to form, like going home, going back to the school.
But when you’re pulled from the coffin by the hands of your senior agent, everything is new and uncertain again, and it feels wrong that for a moment, you wanted everything to be like how it was before, to be the sacrifice for your brother’s designs.
You pull the blanket they put on your shoulders around you, and shut out the world.
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week 1
week 2
The man saying that is dressed in a white lab coat, with a certain logo emblazoned on it on the breast pocket. And even though you are in an orange jumpsuit, with a D and a bunch of numbers on it, you merely stare at him.
“If you would cooperate, we could get you out of this room.”
You know your existence is too close to something they cannot speak of for them to risk terminating you themselves, despite what you’ve seen happen to other people who wear this outfit. So you just smile, and drink the tea that he’s brought you.
“Please.”
Chu Chu grabs his pen without him noticing, and you let him hang in silence without an answer.
week 3
“Come on! We don’t have time for this, please listen to me!”
And that would be why. It wouldn’t be so bad if the group was legitimately bad at their job, but Aoi’s problems with a stubborn sentient program is hardly their fault. If you die here, then you are going to have some strong words with whatever force set this particular night into motion.
“Keep trying, we believe in you!” An encouragement from Flat. Not unexpected, given his cheerfulness, but it probably isn’t too helpful right now. Nor is the way Bennings keeps muttering ‘I told you so’ under his breath. His insistence on carrying paper manuels in addition to the eye-phones may be what saves you, but smugness doesn’t really suit the man.
“Kid, just keep watching the door.” Nor does the way he gives orders. He’s not much of a leader, in your mind. You’re glad he’s not the one who is meant to use your sword today.
Well, there isn’t much you can do here, unfortunately. If the SCP manages to get through the steel door then you will assist Flat in delaying it while Aoi and Bennings hopefully work out the problem. But until then, you’re just pretty decoration in a room full of panic.
But at least you have your tea. You can’t complain about that.
week 4 (shared)
"Greeting, D-class personnel. My name is Dr. Szayelaporro Granz, researcher class C. You have all been selected, either personally by myself and Dr. Kurotsuchi, or by random chance, to accompany me on this field mission. Aren’t you all so lucky?" the man smiles and clasps his hands together, though the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. "I am also from SCP-6350, so let’s all work hard together, hm?"
He clicks something in his pocket, turning on a slideshow with what little information they have. He clicks through the bare-bones presentation as he speaks.
"The location we will be researching is a space-time anomaly known as ‘The Resort’. This location is a fancy ski chalet that moves around randomly, and thus far has eluded our attempts to contain it, or even properly research it. Recording equipment and drones have all proven worthless inside this anomaly. The Foundation have dispatched live staff here before, only for them to be lost. While our main goal is to find a way to secure and contain this anomaly, you may also consider a secondary objective to be rescue... or recovery, as the case may be. The Resort currently has an active zone in the Canadian Rockies, and that is where we will be entering. Once we go in, it will be up to all of you to unlock its secrets. So if you have any business to attend to... I suggest you do it soon. This mission may last several months."
He adjusts his glasses, then turns off the slide show. He opens his arms in a flamboyant gesture and an all too wide smile splits his face.
"Further information will be provided to you in a written dossier, my little actors and actresses! But for now, you know as much as I do. Thank you for your attention, and welcome to Mobile Task Force Lambda-5-b, the ‘Fictional White Rabbits’!"
The memory fades out as you all sit in uncomfortable silence...
week 5
For the record, it takes quite a while. Enough for tea, for him to talk in the way he normally does, the way you remember him talking like. You wonder if it will eventually turn into Dios, to try to have you remember happier times before sliding in the knife.
You take a sip, and think, when will you backstab me?
I wish it’d happen already.
So when it shoves you into the ornate coffin, lined with such thin needles, made to bleed you dry - it’s almost a relief. It’s a return to form, like going home, going back to the school.
But when you’re pulled from the coffin by the hands of your senior agent, everything is new and uncertain again, and it feels wrong that for a moment, you wanted everything to be like how it was before, to be the sacrifice for your brother’s designs.
You pull the blanket they put on your shoulders around you, and shut out the world.