"John!"
The tall, thin humanoid turned to see Lawrence burst into the SCPs' shared room where they all slept.
"What's wrong?"
"Charlie told me about Molly. You know the-"
John raised his hand to stop him.
"You mean the thing about allowing herself to be killed?" His voice was even quieter and softer that before.
"Y-Yes," Lawrence stammered. "I wanted to ask you why, though. It doesn't make sense."
John sighed.
"When I was trying to save her, I heard that snake talking to her. He was using her father and his death and a lot of other things to get to her. And it worked." His voice cracked a little, but he kept going. "I've never seen her so... broken before. She's been shattered into pieces, ground to dust and scattered to the wind. She's been avoiding everyone ever since. She never even eats with us anymore."
Lawrence chewed his lip. "What are we going to do?"
"If we can get her to open up, then we might be able to figure out how far that snake's manipulation went and get to the bottom of this. That might be the only way."
"The Foundation has therapists. We could-"
"A therapist is useless if she can't be convinced to go to one in the first place. But we're close to her heart, so we might have the best shot at doing this."
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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:...
