Lawrence crashed into bed. It'd been an exhausting day of work.
He found himself in a dark room, tied to a chair. Standing in front of him was a man in a white three-piece suit with yellow eyes that glowed eerily in the dark.
"Why, if it isn't Lawrence!" said the man cordially. "The man loved by destiny, the man who can save anyone... except for his own beloved."
Lawrence snarled. "What did you do to Molly?"
The man didn't answer.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared.
"Nothing. The seeds for her death were there all along."
"I swear to God, if you don't tell me what you did right now, I will-"
"What? Bring her back with true love's kiss?" The man cackled. "I always thought that trope was so horribly tacky."
"You didn't answer my question!"
The man ignored him. "You couldn't save her. You let her fall into the darkness. What kind of man idly stands by while the treasure of his heart is dying? This is all YOUR fault."
Lawrence gritted his teeth. "Shut up!"
The man simply laughed. "She is lying at death's door, and there is nothing you can do about it! She. Is. Mine."
"No... NO! Please! I'll do anything!"
The man cackled. "The hero of the facility, the one who saved the entire staff by accident, reduced to begging? How pathetic. Don't worry, though. You'll join her soon enough."
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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:...
