"ALL I WANTED WAS TO OPEN MY OWN THEATER AND RE SITE SHAKESPEARE!" 035 slams his face against the table.
"There there." 049 rubs his friends back and takes the cup of alcohol away from his hand.
"How many of those did he drink." asks one 173.
049 sighs and keeps rubbing 035's back as he starts sobbing. "Just count all the cups on the floor." He kicks one next to his foot.
"Yikes."
"Mhm."
Larry comes out of the portal. "Hey, guys!"
035 sobs louder.
"And bye. " he goes back into his portal.
"Why can't my dreams ever come true! They said if you believe then they do come true. Why!?"
"You are an SCP, my friend. We are not normal and therefore we can not go to the humans and do normal things." 049 tries to soothe his friend more.
"It's not fair."
"Well, life is never fair so deal with it."
173 looks surprised. "Wow. So much for soothing."
"You try dealing with an overly dramatic, sentient, drunk theater mask."
"Fair enough."
The sound of light snoring is heard. The two SCPs look to see 035 has fallen asleep.
"Can he get hangovers?"
"If he can get drunk, then there might be a possibility that he is going to have a hangover."
"Huh...... Well good luck with him! I'm going to go crunch some more necks!" 173 quickly leaves the room and leaves 049 all alone with the sleeping drunk mask.
The plague doctor sighs. "Why me?"
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SCP Short Stories
Short StoryThis book contains short stories of SCPs, researchers, guards, etc. These stories will be about their times at the facility, lives before or after the SCPs were captured, beginnings of untold stories from interviews, or anything that comes to mind...
