SCP 21021 - Ruptor Chordum Legis

Chapter One - Todd: Gummy Bears

I waltz out on the sidewalk of Evans Street, exclaiming to my cell phone, "What's up guys, it's ya boy, Todd- with some exciting news today! I'm gonna be eating the WORLD'S SPICIEST GUMMY-BEAR!"

"I feel so dumb right now." I think to myself, worried that people might take notice of my 'hobby'.

I notice one of the comments flying by on the side of the screen, reading, "Nobody likes Todd!"

Their username was easily recognized to be Dave's. Dave likes to tease around with people like this, but with over 200 viewers, this is different.

"Well, 'im_withstupid123567' is going to be AMAZED at this!" I think, probably getting ahead of myself.

I shoved the gummy-bear in my mouth, as it felt like I just 'disposed' of a Taco Bell meal out the wrong end. The box said something about 'Scofield units', but I didn't know what it was, so I assumed that a jalapeno would be at a million, so the gummy bear would just be five jalapenos, but NO. THAT GUMMY BEAR CAME FROM THE DEVIL'S OVEN!

My eyes start to tear up, and I break into an uncontrolled sweat, as I gasp, "T-That's hot. That is WAY TOO HOT!"

I go into my pathetic little apartment's complex to go to the water-fountain, ignoring Sadie watching me behind her desk as I run by.

As I drink from the water fountain, Sadie gives me the 'I told you so' look, as she says, sarcastically, "Oh, silly me, I should've known that you'd handle the spice so well. Sorry for telling you that it was too hot."

I lift my head up to look at her smug face behind the front desk.

"Sometimes I kind of hate you." I say with a monotone voice.

Sadie responds, "For what, being right? I knew you couldn't handle the gummy bear."

I drank from the water fountain once more, as I noticed that the live-stream was still going.

"Oh no..." I think to myself, embarrassed to even say anything to the camera.

I also noticed that the stream had a whole lot more views and likes, and even though they only did that because they were laughing at me, I still won the challenge (in a way).

I push the 'End Livestream' button, prepared to become an internet meme.

Sadie distracts me from my device, saying, "You know that Dave is pulling a 'Dave Johnson' on you?"

"Yeah," I responded, "-he said that nobody likes me."

Sadie begins to say crap about how Dave didn't mean that, but I broke it up with a classic 'I know, bro' kind of thing.

"To think that Sadie and Dave are actually a couple," I thought to myself, "-if we were all in fourth grade, then it would've been like comedy gold seeing the disgusted reactions plastered over their tiny child-faces, but now, it's just college life, where I sit in a room, waiting for something to happen. Day after day, after day, the same cycle, over, and over again."

And that is why I'm doing these ridiculous challenges! To have some- change, just- something different for once in my life, something new.

Sadie, breaking my trance, says, "You know that you make this stupid face at a wall for like- an eternity when you're upset." Sadie smiles, "I know something's on your mind, 'cause this time, you even packed the full 'Durrrr' look."

"It's nothing." I lied.

I fled the scene to my measly apartment, and scowled at the sight of my filthy pots and pans stacked high in the sink.

"Thank goodness it's a Friday." I think to myself, wondering what I'm going to do besides something productive.

After around an hour of watching videos on my phone, I came across an advertisement for an app called 'The Ultimate Super Epic Chicken Warrior', and got ready to hit that poor little download button that's been pressed way too many times. I downloaded the app mainly because I wanted to get a screen recording of playing the stupid looking game to send to Dave. He likes random cringe crap, and in his words, "For the memes!"

I hit the download button, prepared for whatever horrible game I'm about to find myself in.

"What other 'wonderful' games can I find?" I muttered to myself.

I searched up "Super Duper Epic", but an app showed up called "Mal0 Ver1.0.0".

"Mal0, huh? Definitely not 'Mal'-ware." I thought to myself, chuckling.

I took a screenshot of it, and sent it to Dave.

I took about a minute to find the reviews that I assumed were there, since it said "5/5 stars" on its rating, but unexpectedly, there were no reviews at all.

"Huh?" I said, scrolling to its description.

The description read, "Never settle for those awkward feelings of being alone ever again. Mal0 is an exciting and interactive experience that will keep you engaged and intrigued. The anxiety of social situations can be nerve-racking, but after just a few hours of Mal0 you will soon forget all about those painful emotions of disappointment. Be part of the new craze that is quickly becoming the next social substitute. Remember, the more you participate, the more Mal0 will engage you. Your experience is completely up to you. Absolutely NO ADS. Enjoy!"

"Huh. Definitely 'Mal'-ware, with its bright and shining 9.8 MB of data, but the app store wouldn't recommend malware, right?" I thought, falling into my insecurities of poor social interaction, "Besides, if it is, I could just reset my phone. It's not like I have anything important anyhow."

I hit the download button, unaware of what I just did.

"I could learn how to interact with people, too." I think, trying to ratify my poor choice.

I got an alert on my phone that read, "Image failed to send, reason: [REDACTED]"

I thought, dissapointed, "Crap. Malware."

I walk over to my desk, as I attempt to resend the screenshot of 'Mal0 Ver1.0.0' to Dave.

The same alert appears, and I decide to just text him about it instead.

{i was trhing 2 text U about this malware i found but te image didtn load} I text him, slipping up on some spelling.

Dave texts back, {DUDE WE HAVE 2 HISTORY REPORTS DUE 2MORROW WHY ARE U JACKING AROUND WITH MALWARE?}

{WAIT WUT} I text back.

{IKR! 2 HISTORY TESTS DUE 2MORROW! OUR TEACHER IS SATAN HIMSELF!} Dave texts in response.

{You already finishd rn?} Dave texts.

{NO!} I respond, panicking.

{U ded.} Dave texts, showing a skull emoji.

I put down the phone, checking the time.

"7:28 P.M." I think to myself, "Well, shoot."

I open up my computer to check out what I'm supposed to be writing.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, how much force to break yata, yata, yata, yata." I read impatiently.

I decide to go with 'How much force to break wood?', as I wonder, "How am I supposed to find out what breaks through wood?"

Just then, a giant black mass falls on my desk, barely missing my computer and breaking the wooden desk in half