Billy pulled his knees to his chest. He and John had decided to visit Molly again, to try and comfort her. A nurse had told them that she seemed to be having nightmares for some reason.
"Molly, please, hang in there. We're going to find a way to get you better, I promise," John said fiercely. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles even whiter than normal.
Billy didn't speak, but simply whistled an old tune that he loved: the tune whistled by Mickey Mouse himself in the cartoon Steamboat Willie.
Dr. Collingwood wished she could smile. Stupid anomalous coma. It was often easy to forget how good of a friend Billy really was, given his shenanigans, but she did appreciate that he and John were here, she really did. If only she could reciprocate somehow.
I'll find a way out. I don't know how, but I'll find a way.
SCP-6134-1 inwardly sighed in relief after he was sure no one could hear him. He had just suffered through another interview. Luckily they hadn't found him out yet. If he could just lay low for long enough, then the Foundation would soon be little more than a puppet.
I cannot fail now. A better first victim could not have been picked.
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The Breaking Wheel
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