PART ONE: The Power of the 8 Elements team starts off as freshmen in high school, not knowing what they are stepping into and how destructive it'll be.
PART TWO: When all seems normal, Celeste and Lucifer make a mistake that puts their lives in dang...
A.N - (there are some scary images in this chapter as well as themes of abuse. Reader discretion is advised.)
Anthrax POV:
I shook off my prideful feelings when I approached the doors of Proteus'—now my—mansion. I opened the large doors and stepped inside. I felt the throbbing pain from the scar on my neck. Is it possible for a virus to get an infection?
"Yo, Carl, I need-"
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Carl or SCP - 999 (we never used our SCP classification names, it was considered rude) handed me some of his orange-ish slime. I took it gladly, giving him a sort of grateful smile. I behaved differently inside and outside the house. Obviously I was less likely to cuss out everyone else, but that excepted one. Person. Everyone had their nickname in the house. SCP - 049—Plague. SCP - 999—Carl (because for some unknown reason all he'd ever say was 'Carl'. Why? We didn't know.) I walked up the stairs, the tail of the coat dragging on the floor in a very regal fashion. I entered my room. I removed my hat and placed among my hundreds of other top hats with different feathers, rims, and bands. I sat at my desk in front of the mirror and spat into Carl's slime. The mixture was soothing. It made me happier and less stressed. But it only reminded me of the person who gave it to me. SCP - 106. We called him by his original name Lawrence, or I-Hate-You, or Sadist, or Abuser, just to name a few. Sometimes I felt like we should have added three sixes to his name. He was a monster...speak of the Devil.
"Thrax-y," Lawrence said in a flirtatious voice. I smelt the acid-like and decaying corpse, and I felt his tight grip as he wrapped his arms around me. I kept a straight face as I stared in the mirror, seeing the brown portal appear behind me. Although the smell was awful, of course SCP - 106 had probably never smelt himself in his entire life—however long that was. He brought his disgusting, eroding, fleshy face towards me. "Hi, baby." He drew a finger across my face like a tear sliding down my face. "How have you been? You have no idea how much I missed you, babe."
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