(Roleplay Thread) SCP: Transfer

((is 096 the old zombie man))

  • Simmons were about to cross into a doorway when screaming came from behind the door. Simmons heard a guard swearing.
  • The open cell doors looked exactly like Alecia’s, except for a loose brick in the second.

(It’s the shy guy)

((nah thats 106, 096 is the skinny tall boi that gets angry if you see its face))

(is this for me)

((oh ok so he goes rage mode if you do and doesn’t stop until you die right? the picture dude?))

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Simmons carefully opens the door and peeks to see whats happening

“Huh. If this is a trap, well… not like I got anything to lose.”

Alecia enters the room and pulls out the brick.

((14% battery, gonna go walk home soon))

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  • Simmons saw 096 sitting in a puddle of red blood. There were no other remains of the victim.
  • Alecia found a level two keycard sitting behind the brick, with a leather notebook.

((yeah, videos and pictures count))

Simmons cursed under his breath and tries to sneak around 096, keeping his eyes on the floor

  • Simmons stepped in the blood, but got past 096 without triggering his rage. He reached the door at the end.

Deeply confused, Alecia inspects the notebook and takes the keycard.

“The fuck is going on… This can’t be a trap, right? Hellooo, can the cameras see me? Big Brother, am I about to die because of this?”

She flips off the camera without even looking up.

((gtg soon))

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  • The notebook belonged to someone with the designation D-140, and were a part of the last batch of D-Class to come to Site-14. There was an entry for every day from last month until two days ago.

(so it’s the second of a month?)

Alecia quickly flips to the last entry and reads it while walking toward the door at the end of the hallway.

“Remember 3001?” Mach asked Robert “I am not an expert when it comes to this reality bending stuff, but if worse to come, I would rather send this place to a wormhole and hope it keep that reptile bastard in there long enough for us to figure something.”

  • It read the following; My time is coming. I’ve managed to catalogue my findings in this journal in the hope that someone after me can possibly escape this place. Today I was in Light Containment, with a clockwork machine that could change the properties of specific items. Could be extremely useful.

(ok gtg cyas)

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  • “SCP-3001 isn’t here,” Roberts pointed out. “What’re you gonna do?” She shrugged. “You’ve ever been in the Lizards Containment?”