Requested by vampverse
I don't speak French. I use google translate.
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Looking back and fourth between your files of two people you are translating, mainly this particular one - SCP-106... Or known as "The Old Man."
"Bonjour, mademoiselle (Y/N)," greeted SCP-0019601, 'The Gears Master.' He was casually sipping his wine, glancing at the huge ass clock right besides him, "3 hours, mademoiselle (Y/N)." Nodding, you yanked out your clip board and pen.
"Ok...."
[With Lemony]
"OI! HOLD STILL, GEEZER!" I screeched.
"NON, SALOPE!" he screeches back. I was holding a syringe containing a new drug that I created.
"This ain't gonna work, Darlin'~" complained Jazz, as she rolled his eyes underneath her sunglasses, "Just get a hunting rifle and jam that shit down, and pray to SCP-343 that you manage to shoot that geezer down!" I rolled my eyes back at Jazz.
"Bish. I'm trying!" Tackling SCP - Old Geezer down. I pinned him and quickly jammed it at this throat.
"Darlin'... I think you killed him.." SCP - Old Geezer stopped moving as soon the needle was at his throat, probably in the Lynxe...
"E-eh?!"
"You. Killed. A. SCP. Darlin'."
"AH FUCK!"
"Yes, you're fucked alright."
"BUT I'M A VIRGIN!"
"NOT THAT WAY, IDOIT!"
"STILL! A VIRGIN!"
"...."
"...."
"Why am I even partnered up with you, Darlin'?"
"Because you lo-"
"No."
"Asshole."
"But how did this conversation went 0 to a 100 real quick?"
"I dunno. But is it possible to EVEN kill an SCP?"
"I dunno, Darlin'. You might be an SCP yourself."
"Cool, but fuck no."
[With (Y/N)]
Muttering, I continued to write down his answers short and sweet as possible.
"And why...Do you try to use your victims as products of your machinery?" I questioned. He only grinned, as he sat sideways with his wine up in the air.
"Human bones seemed more plausible for gears, mix it with iron and a hint of silver. You get the most durable gears. Last for a century to be honest with you." I tried to hold back the gags, as the thought rushed into my head. Just imagine the idea of your bones being grinded down, only for the use of GEARS.
WHAM!
"DING! DONG! YOUR PAITIENT WENT WRONG!" Screamed my friend. She was panting yet she managed to scream like hell was onto her. I gave her the look of confusion.
"Excusez-moi?" Questioned SCP-0019601, as he tilted his head in confusion. Taking in large gasps of air, she gave out another burst of words.
"IMayOrMayNotKilledSCP-106!" It took me a while for me to process this information, before I was standing up, screeching at her.
"YOU WHATTTT?!" Lemony screeches, as she ran away. Jazz went in with a clipboard - she sighed.
"I'll just take over, Darlin'. You go and see if Lemony did even killed that geezer." Giving her a curt nod, I rushed off to find his cell.
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Me: *Slams head* FUCK! I screwed up the plot! But for the love of trying to finish this other part of the chapt. I'll read other lemons to get inspiration. Sorry @vampverse if I failed of what I was intended to give you/ what you were expecting!
