Frans - SCP 3008

5 - Dr. Montana

I am Mrs. Montana Gaster, more known as Dr. Montana Sans. I witnessed a person die to a tumor, and that terrorized me. I heard of a place where no one returns. I went there. I met a nice man. He went crazy and killed himself. I sit here, writing about it. I ran from my brother, who I thought was deceased. I came to my senses 2 years later, by then I had lost too much sanity to think straight.

I just wrote an oxymoron and thought it made sense.

I see black things running around all the time. The representation of my guilt. I couldn't save his life for beans. I couldn't. His name was Papyrus D. Gaster.

I let my feelings out on a note. I ripped it from my sketchbook and left it there. I thought about Papyrus. He was my brother as well. He got cancer. Despite that, he continued his optimism until he died.

The lights dim. I run to my base.

***

I climbed up a tower of mattresses and food. It sounds unstable, but it isn't really.

A black hallucination climbs up and goes right in front of my face. It was tall, slender, and moved a lot. My mind had put Papyrus in front of me. It was frowning in my face. It walked away. I probably deserve these nightmares. I slept.

"HI, DR MONTANA! HOW'S MY HEALTH GOING?" Papyrus asked as I entered the room.

"Not too well... and you can call me sister." I said.

"WELL, IF YOU SAY SO, SIS..." Papyrus replied.

"Well... time to say goodbye, Papyrus..." I said with tears in my eyes.

I woke up. Another nightmare after a daymare. Days couldn't get any worse, but what right do I have to self-pity? I remember a virus we contained successfully until it died. We jokingly made an article about the virus in the style of the SCP Wiki. Nice old times.

I walk randomly, but I bump into some kid and his friend who looked like they meant business. He was wearing a red and black striped shirt and was standing next to another kid wearing a tiger onesie, both holding slingshots and looking serious.

"Identify yourself!" the striped kid yelled.

"Yeah, And If You Don't Have Any Tuna, I'll CLAW You To De- Oh, Right."

"Uh... I'm Montana Sans, how and who are you?" I shakily replied.

"Calvin,"

"Hobbes,"

"Hey, you're the one Sans was sobbing about!"

"Yeah, Let's Get Them Together And Have A Celebration!"

Suddenly, I feel like I've just got myself into an undeserved situation. I run again. I find my way back home, just as the lights dim.