Frans - SCP 3008

1 - Entry

I am a D-Class. I came to the SCP Foundation for a job and better life. And here I am. Standing in front of SCP-3008. Came for a better life, and got a worse death. I was about to turn back when I realized they had guns pointed at me. I entered the building nervously.

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I am a regular old person. I came to IKEA to eat a snack. And here I am. Standing in an infinite IKEA. Came for a more convenient life, and got a less convenient death. I was about to turn back when I realized The Staff were coming for me. I entered the village nervously.

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Frisk frantically ran into the village as Sans more calmly walked.

The gates closed just as some Staff got hit in their faces.

Frisk looked around. They were so uncomfortable in their orange jumpsuit. Sans checked his watch. It was going crazy.

"heya. are you an inmate or somethin' like that? cuz i don't see people dressin' like that ever."

"Nah, I'm a D-Class personnel. How'd you get here? This entire building was contained!"

"uh-uh. last i saw, this was a regular old ikea."

Frisk and Sans thought about that. They had different views of the outside world.

"Sheesh, it's uncomfortable in this jumpsuit."

"here, i made this before coming here" Sans said as he handed Frisk a pink and blue striped sweater "i don't have any use for this since i'm stuck here."

"Thanks. Let's call this a trade," Frisk said as they gave Sans some food.

"That's the most common foodstuff we find around here!" someone blurted.

"Who are YOU?!" Frisk said defensively.

"I'm Ned and I like to be annoying but I realized what I just said is rude, I don't like to be rude but I like to be annoying I apologize for being so rude about your gift to that yellow haired dude in a blue jacket... Huff puff huff puff..." he replied.

"i'm sans. i'm 30 years old and i'm gonna be stuck here for the rest of my life."

"I'm Frisk. I'm... an adult and I am a Class-D personnel at the SCP foundation."

"Are you two gonna be in LOOOOOOOVE???" Ned blurted.

No one else looked annoyed except Sans and Frisk.

"Oh, you'll get used to it." someone said from behind.

The lights came back on and then everyone immediately left and started scavenging for food.

"C'mon, when I'm not being annoying, I'm being useful! Let's go scavenge!" Ned yelled.

"lets go." Sans smiled as he ran after everyone else.

"Yah, let's go." Frisk followed.

This was the start of a new life, no worries about money, taxes, racism, or any other problems. This felt more fitting for Frisk, more comfortable for Sans, and happier for both. This was SCP-3008-1.