Frans - SCP 3008

2 - IKEA

Frisk walked down the halls, close to Sans. They were still unfamiliar with the idea of an infinite IKEA. They found some nice pants to go with their sweater. The camera wasn't charged anymore. So they took it off.

"hey. what're you interested in? i like skeletons."

"I'm... not sure. Do you know what the SCP foundation is?"

"nah. is it a secret?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"..."

"sounds like this 'scp foundation' of yours has some pretty scary stuff. is this even the worst?"

"Oh, no. I've seen a neck-snapping sculpture, a crying maniac, a medieval doctor, and more scary crap."

They found some ice cream and meatballs. They reported back just as the lights dimmed again. Sans wore his usual goofy smile until some Staff came and started destroying the wall. But they had kitchen knives, which were somewhat strong enough to kill them off.

The next day everyone came out and put the bodies, with a strange lack of blood or organs, into a little section labeled "Toys". It was filled with Staff bodies and traps.

"If we leave any corpses near our base, we're screwed." Ned said, getting serious all of a sudden.

"so... we leave the corpses in this stupid ass pile?" sans asked.

"Yep." Ned replied.

"Question, do you ever find any spacial anomalies here? Or things that aren't in normal IKEAs?" Frisk asked.

"Uh... yeah. There was this one village named 'Exchanges'. One of their neighbors found a pharmacy." Ned replied "Pharmacies aren't in IKEA, right?"

"i guess not."

"Just get moving, you two." Ned said.

When the lights dimmed, they had to fight another wave of Staff. Frisk looked bothered when they held the knife. As if, they've had bad memories with it.

"what're ya bothered about? we haffta kill these weirdos."

"...Yeah, okay..." Frisk said, standing up and stabbing through the windows.

After the wave was done, Frisk looked more relaxed. They put it down.

"do you have amnesia?"

"Look; I don't know anything about my past, nothing about my future, nothing about me at all.  I've almost had my neck snapped twice, I was put in a little dimension, and I'm having bad nostalgia with this knife," Frisk pointed it up "and I don't know why. I need help... Sorry, I'll calm down... I just, need to calm down."

Feelings of hopelessness rushed through Frisk as they dropped their knife.

Frisk sighed.

They had a feeling. An extremely bad one. About life here.