(Roleplay Thread) SCP: Transfer

Leo was still sleeping.

  • Asriel unlocked Jack’s cell first. “Up and at ‘em,” he said. “Come on, you’ll get some food—” his expression turned to outrage. “You didn’t change into your overalls!”

Jack turned to Asriel with fear in his eyes, “I’m sorry, I’ll get changed as quick as I can. We don’t have to change our underwear yes?” Jack stood there shaking as he waited for a response.

  • Asriel muttered. “You think you’re funny?” He closed the cell door and unlocked Leo’s cell. “Wake up!” He shouted.

Jack changed into his overalls and left his clothes on his bed.

Leo muttered and stood up, despite his body complaining. He was already changed, of course. He avoided looking Asriel in the eyes so he didn’t see how exhausted he was. He left his cell and leaned against the wall.

Jack knocked on the the cell door as he shouted “I’m ready! I got my overalls on!”

  • Asriel unlocked Jack’s door. “Who else…?” He mused.

Jack stood to attention as he looked Asriel in the eyes “I’m not very good with social…” Jack thought to him self Excuses won’t do anything.

Jack looked to the ground as hey got to the point “I assume I’ll be… testing? With Leo today? I heard him talking, it was very faint of course but still.”

  • “I know,” Asriel said. “You can work with D-190.” He unlocked a cell door. “You can get some breakfast first, i’ll find Aveyard to oversee you, and then you’re good. Follow me.”

Jack had a sigh of relief on face as he followed Asriel outside of the cell.

  • You entered the cafeteria.
    Location - Living Area.
    There were a couple other D-Class there.

Jack paused and took a big gulp. “So many… hmmmmm” Jack stood there regretting his life choices when he considered 2 to be alot.

  • “Go eat,” He said.

Jack stood to attention and decided to man up. He looked towards Asriel and asked “Can we get some food? I’m hungry…”

Jack looked at Asriel “Thank you.” Jack wondered off to the food trays to grab something to eat.

Leo looked Asriel in the eye, an unspoken challenge. I could beat him in a fistfight, he thought, almost wistfully. He’s not used to direct combat, i’d be willing to beat.

He walked over to Jack after getting his own tray of food. “I got my handcuffs,” he said quietly.

Jack turned around with a food tray in his hands, He went to sit down with the other Class-D as he introduced himself, “I’m Jack.”