BATIM Adventures

🎭Wally at the SCP foundation🎭

Warning: gore.
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Wally opened the door to Janitors closet and stepped in to get his supplies. He began filling a bucket of water for the mess he was about to clean up. It sadly wasn't at Joey Drew's studio anymore. It was at this strange foundation. Apparently his old boss and old friends started a cult and tampered with a powerful demon. It got the foundation's attention and they took over the Studio, splitting the employees up. Some were turned into d-class others had to opportunity to join. He chose to be the janitor for the foundation.

He use to see a few of his friends in the site he was at. Like Sammy and Tom both as a d class but they got transported to other sites for a better opportunity. Last he herd about them was Tom became an engineer and Sammy getting brainwashed by some scp at site 19 and went crazy. The rest he didn't know what happened to him nor if they were still alive.

He has seen some pretty strange things in his time here ,cleaned up them too. Like that strange statue who can kill you. He cleaned up blood and other stuff inside his cell as well as bodies it had killed. He cleaned up bodies from that storage music sheet to. They had destroyed themselves from it. Once he even had to clean up after a giant lizard who had fed on people after his escape. Today he was told to clean up after one by the number Scp-035. He never seen or heard anything about that one but was told to be quick for it. He didn't ask questions about it. He had learn it wasn't his place to understand these things. Only to clean up around here. Plus did he actually want to these answers? Probably not.

Wally got his mop and bucket and began heading to the keter wing. Before entering he had to be checked and cleared to go. He stepped though the doors and immediately noticed the amount of increased guards. He knew they were there to protect the janitors and Researchers but seeing more didn't make him feel safe. It made him aware of how much more dangerous these scps were. He was more used to safe and Euclid scps and liked them better. Especially the safe ones. Like the cute jelly fellow 999.

As he walked on down the corridor he passed by each cell knowing there was something evil behind there. Something ready to end him and others. He read the numbers on the signs as he continued on down. Scp-939, Scp-106, Scp-090 and on. When he finally found Scp-035, the guard station there pressed a passcode on the number pad then opened it after a beep. The guard gestured to Wally to step inside and Wally, having no other choice slowly does.

Inside the room was only a glass container, and empty one at that. But after scanning the rest of the room he notice a white Theater mask in the middle of a pile of clothes stained with what looks like to be ink. It's mouth was shaped in a frowning sad face which the goop seemed to be coming from as well as its eyes. Flashes of him cleaning up ink and watching his friends get worst ran across his mind until he shook his head. He needed to focus and do the job quick they said. Besides this wasn't ink and that demon isn't here.

Wally sat the bucket of water down beside him and leaned his mop on the wall. He put pon some gloves then approached the pile of goop on the floor, picking up the pile of researcher clothes. As he placed them in the trash he wondered why they were there in the first place and what the stuff really is. That's when he heard it. The whispering. It was fate at first but it quickly began getting louder and louder, filling up his head. It was calling out to him, telling him to wear it. He wanted -no, needed to put on the mask.

Wally slowly reached down and grabbed the mask as the whispering gets louder and the demand getting stronger. He gazed down the mask in his hand for a few moments, watching the goop dripped down its eyes and mask. Then without any more Delay Wally Frank's slid on the mask over his face.

Immediately pain shoot though out his entire body. Everything felt like they were dying but his head was worse. His head felt like it was melting off. Yet he couldn't scream or call for help. Wally dropped down to his knees trying to reach up for the mask to yank off. But he couldn't. His arms didn't respond to what he wanted. Though out all the pain he found himself losing his the will of movement. The whispers were still there and louder then ever and he couldn't do anything about it. He was slowly losing other senses to. He found he no longer could smell nor hear the outside world. Only the whispers and now it was telling him to give up. To let it take control. He had no other option but to let it. He was unable to move or call out. No one knows he was in this pickle and no one would come to save him.

He felt his body jerk once then twice and knew it would soon be the end. The last thing Wally saw, before everything went black, was its reflection on the glass case it was supposed to be in. The frown face he saw before was now switched with a happy evil smile with new fresh goop running down its eyes and mouth.
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The guard posted at Scp-035 door was waiting for the janitor to finish up to let him up. He had been waiting for a while now and was ready to go on break. Finally the janitor gave the Signal knock and lowered his weapon, pressing in the code for the door. "It's about t-" He was stopped when broken broom stick was shoved though him right as he opened the door.

The guard fell helpless on the floor, coughing up as much blood as what was pouring out of his wounds. "N...he...s-som" the guard couldn't speak and quickly notice a shadow approaching. He looked up directly into the eyes of the possessive mask. "P-pl...n..." the guard shook his head and held his hands over his face.

"Aww what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" The mask laughed at the frighten guard, right before he stomped on his face hard. He did it once, twice, three times, over and over until it was nothing more then a pile of flesh and bone.

The possessive mask admired his work for a moment before his gaze was on the weapon. He picked it up, checking the bullets in the clip. "We're going to have some fun." The possessive mask chuckled as he loaded the weapon back then he proceeded down the corridor, where more guards were station.