In The End I Think He Broke Me
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Last published Wed, Jun 1, 2022
(I'm bad at summaries you've been warned. Also this is set not long after the routine psychological evaluation by dr. Glass. The events in that story are briefly mentioned in the first chapter. But if you haven't read that you won't be lost after that chapter. I also published this on ao3. Also pictures in here are mine, and cosplay pictures are of me so please don't use them without giving me credit.)
Jack Bright had nothing against psychology. There were plenty of moments in his life where he wished he had a therapist to talk to. But that doesn't change the fact that not everyone has what it takes to work at the SCP foundation. So Bright tries his hardest to scare him off while Glass tries his hardest to get Bright to let him in.
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