Blood.
So much blood.
Everywhere, and on everything.
It's disgusting, really.
I don't like blood. So sticky, so...
Messy.
I prefer to have it clean. However, my Creation failed to do that. It made too much blood. Blood that now sticks and seeps and flows.
But I will be more careful. I always have been, and always will be. Even as I reach out, I know that I'm careful.
And not because I can be Caught. I just don't like blood.
But now, I must be careful not to be Caught.
For I once had It collecting my pain for me. However, now that It is gone, its heart absorbed by that pesky being that created this world, I cannot get my pain except for directly taking it.
And now, I must be careful not to be Caught, as I dive into the organism, going down to the hollow recesses of its being, its entire hollow being.
Thanks to what the one that created this world called Grendel, I can now have a vessel. While I would prefer to not need a vessel and have a syringe for my pain, I must now get it myself, and my new vessel is waiting for me, sleeping and eager to have me fill the space where its soul once was.
And as I settle down, furling up my dark wings of the night, the new body senses me, and asks me a question in it sleep.
Why, little one, I am your new friend. But I must go now. I won't leave you, but I won't be with you, either. I will be deep within you. And when the time is right, I shall come forth, my little being.
And none shall know except the ones you find for me.
Don't worry, it will be in harmless playtime. But you will not have that playtime until all is ready.
And now, we wait to hatch from our shell, our confinement irresistibly tempting for breakage.
And now, we hatch, and my new friend sees that which it recognizes from its last life.
Go, little one, enjoy yourself while you can. Enjoy your innocent life without violence.
And, when the time is right...
I'll be waiting.
1917884 He gets better, though, don't worry.
And then shit happens and he gets worser.
But that's not going to happen for a while.
Damn, shit is going to go down.
1929418 Technically, this is how Chronicle of Choices was originally supposed to pan out, in terms of pacing.
And it follows my original plans for said story.
So, in a way, yes, and no.
His name is Peter Roose, but he's not the same Peter Roose.
Y'know?
Do you see....Where I am....Coming from....My....Friend?
My name.....Is...Christopher Walken, and...I don't, know....Why I am....Trying to convey...His speech patterns, in this, com-Ment...
Goodbye, my, friend....
1929445 Is it sad that I know exactly which ones you are talking about just by reading the numbers?
1929517 No, because you don't know exactly which ones i mean by the numbers.
SCP-001 has no definite existence. It's either the "flaming sword" God put in front of Eden to keep Adam and Eve out, or it's a document that lists every SCP in detail and will cause it to exist when read, and several other things.
You do not know which one i meant, and, therefore, you are a LIAR!
LEAVE MY PRESENCE.
1932896 Yeah when I said that I was able to identify all of the ones you mentioned I ment that I knew that I knew SCP-001 was the unknown one
Fuck school, more ponies! lol jk