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🎭035: 𝓑𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮

⚠𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴⚠
Mentions of:
Blood, Death of a specific person/people, Possessive behavior

» Requested by: cartoonstxrys

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( A sequel to '035- Quite The Compliment' )

ㅤ"This migraine ain't gonna end, will it?"

With no one but yourself to accompany you in this lonely cell, you slumped in boredom.

Ever-so-lonely with not a single soul to converse with, and of course- the amount of migraine you've been having was also that troublesome.

You couldn't remember when have you gotten in this containment cell that those guards been calling.
Moreover, you begun to think concerning questions -

'How did you get here?'

'What did I do?'

'Have I killed someone?'

'What am I doing here?'

You've heard wails and terrified screams as you spent your time there.
You even heard of those guards randomly calling others with those 'SCP-whatever-number-those-was'...

ㅤ'Where exactly am I?'

Your thoughts are nothing more but a never ending darkness, questions asked, yet never an answer to speak up.

ㅤ'Why am I here?'

You couldn't even remember a thing, and when you do- it would just caused you an amount of unforgivable headaches.

ㅤ"What was my reason to be here?"

Everyday, you would asked that question, hearing your own voice echo in this quiet, yet unsettling cell.

It was always like this, talking to yourself, hearing it simply echo in such an unsettling way, in the end- you had no one to converse with.

While you rocked yourself in that sturdy bed, you could hear a rough voice commanding someone to get up, and it doesn't seem like something you need to decipher for.

ㅤ"Obviously someone gets sent of for a test." ㅤYou mumbled, still somehow questioning as to why you were still breathing till this day.

ㅤ'Now that you think about it, that freak with a white face and a clothes same as mine seems to ... wait, white face? No wait it's more of a mask to me, but I can't tell, it's too blurry that I can't remember anything about them... Ugh!'

The more you seemed to think about it, the weirder it gets for you.

Anything that has once happened suddenly disappears without a trace.
First, is about thinking a way to escape, but then- it suddenly demotivates you to do so now that you realized that escaping is just another alternative for asking a death wish.

That freak that you don't recall meeting with suddenly gets into your clouded mind.
But it's point of view is rather odd, instead of expecting it to be hostile, it shows some signs of being rather ... affectionate.

Why?

Was this a dream from a another person's memory?

ㅤ'Why does it matters to me anyway?'

The more it is that you tried to think, the more difficult it gets for you to remember clearly.
That charismatic, masked freak.
That person who they call as their 'dear friend'.