:: 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

11- The Plan, part one

As they arrived in the right room(Tubbo almost got lost, how could anyone blame him though? He was trapped in a room for most of his life), it was much bigger than Tubbo thought.

It must've been a room for the workers, as there were a few rounded tables, with a few normal-looking chairs and office chairs.

Tubbo glanced around for an empty one before he spotted it.

It was the last spinny chair, and his eyes practically shined as he saw it.

He ran towards it at full speed, keeping Michael in his hands.

He landed in it, letting out a squeak of surprise as the black chair flew across the floor.

There were some people he didn't recognize, who threw a curious glance at him, a few concerned.

It wasn't long before he hit the wall, falling over.

Tubbo apparently shifted Michael(who was still asleep(Tubbo didn't know how)) into a position that led to Tubbo hitting the wall.

His vision was quickly flooded with dark spots, and a hiss of pain left his mouth.

It would definitely bruise, that he could tell.

Ranboo quickly speed-walked over, shifting on his feet like a worried chicken.

Tommy walked over, a bit worried too.

"Heya," Tubbo said, his eyes slightly drooped.

He definitely hit his head.

"Uh- Bad I think Tubbo-" Ranboo called out, before cutting himself off with a chirp of surprise.

Bad was already there, looking at Tubbo with a disappointed look.

It was a father's look, that filled him with guilt and shame. He avoided eye contact as if that would make it any better.

"It's technically the scientist's fault for-" Tubbo began, trying to avoid the blame.

Bad just sighed. It was a fatherly one and just made Tubbo feel more guilt as the seconds passed.

"Come on, I'll check if anything is bleeding," Bad said, holding out a hand for Tubbo to grab onto.

He grabbed it and slightly stumbled as he was pulled up, glancing down at Michael who was still asleep.

Bad sat down at the table, dragging the chair that Tubbo crashed with him.

They all sat down, Tommy and Ranboo on the opposite side of the circle table, and Bad and Tubbo sitting next to each other.

Tubbo held out his arm, his elf-like ears moving up slightly as his head perked up.

There was soft whispering, coming from Techno and Wilbur, he could make out a 'didn't know' and 'deal- it'. It was odd, but perhaps they were talking about the group?

His thoughts were dismissed as Phil stood up, looking a bit nervous. (Tubbo would probably be too, he didn't feel like causing any more chaos in a room filled with people he knew and didn't.)

"Hello everyone! So, we have a plan to escape!" Phil spoke happily

Wow, that was blunt. Tubbo thought as he blinked in surprise. His wings twitched behind his back.

Bad hadn't paused on wrapping Tubbo's arm, though he probably already knew.

Murmuring filled the room, before one voice spoke up.

"What is it?" No surprise, it was Tommy.

Phil smirked in response. "Well, we will split into three groups." He said, raising a finger. "The first group will be group D, the distraction group. Their job will be, cause as much chaos as possible."

"The second group, will be called group E. This group will be focusing on getting the keys from guards, and helping the other SCPs escape." Phil said, raising one more finger as he said 'second'.

He raised one more, for group three. "The third one, will be called group G. It will be focusing on protecting group E, and group D."

Tubbo tilted his head. "What if the plan fails?" He asked curiously.

"Then we go apeshit and destroy anything in our way."