Just think of this chapter as a filler joke filled(with a bit of plot in it) chapter
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Clay and Callahan had been walking for a good amount of time before they arrived at the base of the SCP's origins. Clay's gut was punching him that it feels like someone really was punching him lightly, and he didn't even know why it was punching him. He just pushed himself and ignored his gut feeling, which is a very stupid decision because he doesn't know what's going to happen next.
'What's going to happen to me next?' Oh nothing, *snickers*.
'Tell me you sick bastard' I told you it's nothing.
'Fine.' Good
"Clay?" Callahan looked at Clay who looks like he was thinking hard.
"Wh- Yeah?" Clay said, nervous that he must have been thinking too hard about something that somehow I can't seem to hear it too.
'Yeah good for you.' Oh you prick-
"You're thinking too much I can hear it," Callahan said jokingly, grinning at Clay.
"No you can't" Yes he can
'Stop lying' Then tell me about what you were thinking.
'Not until you tell me about what is going to happen to me.' Manipulative eh?
'Not really' nOt ReAlLy.
'Did you just mock me-'
"-eam!" Callahan called out, looks like you were paying too much attention to me Clay. "Dude, what's got you thinking so hard?"
"I don't know." Clay said bluntly.
'Really? Bluntly?' Shut up.
"Come on, you know it's not just an 'I don't know'." Callahan insisted to talking with Clay.
"Mmm..." Clay said, thinking if he should tell him or not.
Nah
"Nah"
'What?' You're so fucking predictable Clay.
'Not my fault.' Tch.
"Fine, but you will tell me one day right?" Callahan said in a tone that screams "promise?".
"I will." You're such a liar, you know you won't be able to keep that promise.
'Tch shut up author.' Yeah no.
Clay looked at a white clothing who was covering something. Clay removed the white cloth and sure enough, a machine was present on where it was covering. Cliche.
The machine looked like it was made of steel and looks like an ordinary box where it not for it's unusual aura.
Touch it Clay
'What? Why?' Nah don't.
"Whoa!" Callahan said, surprised that Clay found something.
Just to make sure that it was really made out of steel, Clay touched it. Big Mistake right there Big D.
Clay suddenly felt burning pain across all of his body and the pain was so overhwhelming that he dropped on his knees and began to scream in agony. Callahan panicked around and grabbed Clay's hand and began to put it around his shoulder.
Should have listened to that gut feeling Clay. *snicker snicker*. Now you look like that SCP.
'What?'
Clay reached out for his face. Callahan looked at him and he was shocked too, he didn't let go of Clay though as he hurry out of the place.
Good thing your friend here took a picture of it.
'Fuck you author, I hope you get cursed.' I'm already cursed Clay.
'What?' You heard me.
'Fuck... You...' Sleep tight Dream.
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469 words
(hehe 69)
Very funny Zorb
(ha ikr anyways. I did say that Clay should stop telling the fourth wall out loud but I never told him to not break it)
Ha spare me some juice I hope you die for turning me into this...
(Me, die? Death though, we get along. /j)
What-
(anyways. Have a great day/afternoon/night)
4th wall? Never heard of it
Zorb
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