"Well, f*ck. What do we do now?" Dr. Collingwood turned back to Thomas just as a face-down card appeared on her side of the table. A barrier had appeared on the table separating them. She couldn't see his cards or his side of the table.
"Play the game and keep our heads down," replied Thomas. "And if you're wondering, you can't flip over the face-down card he gives you at the beginning of the round. He flips it over at the end, when he announces the winner." Thomas looked up. "Give me another."
She could hear was sounded like paper scraping against wood. A small, red LED turned on at her end of the table. She sighed. There was no way she could figure out what her card was. "Give me a card."
A card appeared next to her first one. It was a three.
His turn. "Give me another."
Her turn. "Give me another." A nine.
His turn. "I'm gonna stay."
Her turn.
Do I really want another card?
"Give me another."
An eleven appeared on the desk.
Twenty-three?! Oh God, I've lost already, haven't I?
The TV flickered on, turning to static as the face-down cards were flipped over. Hers was a seven.
The white-suited man's sinister voice cackled with glee. "The winner is...
Thomas!"
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
