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Jess would exit one of the nearby rooms, not noticing Garcello.

'F*ckin- who on Earth escapes like THAT...'

They wouldn't be talking to themself, clearly, but nobody was there. Just a small porcelain doll in their arms.

Garcello thought about whether to get their attention or not. They seemed busy, so he decided to just look for a way back himself.

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'UGHHHH FINE!'

Taz would give up and teleport away.

Garcello sighed.

”ok, at least the files are safe now. Just gotta figure out how to get back to my room.”

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'Do they now? You think these people care about that, though? People who trap creatures, murder others and hide it all from outsiders. What are they going to listen to, evidence or your reason of "not being like that". Their higher ups wouldn't care either. They'd have lost something valuable to them and don't have morals. They'll feel no pity.'

“That might be true, but I’m still not burning anything.”

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'Hm, then will you explain to them why your lighter was on the ground next to all the SCP files' ashes?'

Taz would snap her fingers, summoning a lighter which would be carried by the purple smoke.

'It'd be a shame if you were framed for such an act!'

“They know me well! They know I would never do something like that!”

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'I'll cut you a deal. If you help me burn those files I'll teleport you straight back to your room. Heck, you won't even get the blame for burning them. Or you could just not and I'll leave ya to wander these corridors until a scientist or two finds you and ya get into a whole lotta trouble.'

“I-I’m not burning anything! Those files are important! And besides, I’ll just tell them how I got here!”

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Taz would follow him.

'Okay, that may be a bad idea, but I don't think roaming around here is either... After all this is where they store some of their most dangerous SCPs'

A crooked grin would be plastered across her face.

“I-I don’t even know where I am! I have no idea how to get back to my room!”

Garcello was panicking.

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'Eh, that sounds lame. Guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands.'

Taz would grab Garcello's arm, a dark purple smoke would surround them. When it was gone they'd be in a room filled to the brim with SCP files.

Garcello froze.

”No! No, no, no, no, no! I’m not supposed to be in a room like this! I don’t even know where this is! I could get in serious trouble!”

Garcello turned into his spectral form and floated quickly out of the room.

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'Soooo, what on earth do you exactly do in this hell hole?'

Taz would look around the room.

“I usually just relax until they need me to do something. And sometimes I’m allowed to float or walk around the halls of the safe class scps.”

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'We should probably head back to our own containment cell...'

'See ya!' They'd leave, though Du would look back for a second.

Taz would appear back when they left.

“Hi...”

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'Cool!'

'Oh, and can you tell us if you encounter anything strange. We haven't been able to find a certain SCP so the foundation is still on a slight lock down.'

“Oh, ok.”

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Du-Ri would open the door.

'Hiya!'

'Sorry about before... The topic well... Hit too close to home, I suppose you could say...'

'How's the little guy been?' Du would gesture to the replica of SCP 999

“It’s been fine.”

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'The name is Taz by the way...'

Someone would knock at the door.

'Seems like you have a visitor...' She'd disappear out of sight.

'Oh, and just a suggestion... don't tell them I came back...'

“C-came back?”

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'Well if she wanted it to, yeah... She can gain full control of it. She might've mentioned possession to you before, like she could do it herself? It's true...'

The replica backed away from the person, trying to cling back onto Garcello's hand.

Garcello seemed nervous, but let it hold his hand.

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'That idiot I personally cursed here for a reason. Hid her in some unactivated DNA hoping that when the human died so did she... Technically the fool's a fugitive.'

She'd point at the replica.

'And that might aswell be a ticking time bomb.'

Garcello put it down next to him.

”what do you mean’a ticking time bomb’? Is it gonna explode or cause an accident or something?”

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She'd look at him protecting the replica, and laugh.

'Wow, seems humans are as dumb and trusting as always. Listen bud, if I was you, I wouldn't protect that thing. If it was made by Du, ya can't trust it.'

“Why?”

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'It's so funny how easily they fall out, y'know.'

Someone would appear next to Garcello, leaning against the wall. She had long hair, a mix of various purples, blues and white dots that'd flicker, it looked almost exactly like space. She wore a tuxedo with the same galaxy pattern and a black beanie. Her most noticeable feature were the small devil horns on her head, a plain black.

'And they accuse me of being evil.'

Garcello flinched and picked up the 999 replica into his lap, guarding it from this stranger.