Dr. Collingwood inwardly snarled as she read the message from Director Jones. A few weeks prior they'd interviewed her for what had caused her coma, and she had confirmed that it had been caused by SCP-6134-3 biting her. She sort of skimmed over the more graphic tortures and focused on the ones that wouldn't make Mr. Moore throw up later, and a few days after that interview she'd sent Director Jones a recording that contained everything she knew.
And now, after confessing all that, she was being reassigned as SCP-6134's head researcher when she wanted absolutely nothing to do with that loathsome snake ever again.
Well, I don't really have much of a choice. So I'll just have to live with it.
She put her head on her keyboard. Her friends would definitely notice something wrong with her, but at this point, she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to be left alone.
God, this is just that whole thing with me getting promoted to SCP-999's head researcher all over again, isn't it? But at least at the end of the day, SCP-999 is still a sweet, huggable little ball of slime that would never hurt anyone. Godammit, I should probably be stoned for comparing that adorable, precious little slimeball to Naga.
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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:...
