Readers, this is a sad sad story, so i hope you forgive me for being too emotional and i would not want me to write it half way through crying and abandoning the story please forgive me
Our story is a fantasy, but it does not start in a medieval village or in the alien other world.
It starts in a cold dark unloving underground chamber , deep in the bowels of a high security containment facility, a place owned and run by an organisation known as the SCP
If you have not heard of them, that's about par for the course. They like it that way. They are covert operation dedicated to protect our world from the unknown.Their usual boxes were apocalyptic monster, memetic viruses, reality- warping ect. But one of the most peculiar of one of them all is-or was, a cardboard box.
You may have not though much of it if you had come across it your own,little bigger than a shoe box ,spray,painted golden, the flashy words "Here be dragons"Written with permanent marker on the lid.It was entirely empty and remarkable in every single way, it would look to you like a children's arts and crafts project and nothing more. Imagine your surprise when all by itself, the box came open and out bellowed clouds of black smoke and flocks of tiny origami dragons.
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The Dragons
RandomOk are we all ready?Tissue box on standby.....and the eye drops? OK OK.. we can do this, no tears this time alright? If all this seems too much to you,its probably because you do not know what we are about to do here the story i wanted to share to y...
