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Gotta love the freak2freak communication at Site-19 💖

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more people Do need to get into the scp rpc what if we could play touys together

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It takes Elias a few hours to finally see the gift basket. Well... that's more than a gift basket, is it? Different, even if it's accompanied by the usual, ad-friendly note. It's been... a long day. Way too long. One risk of a containment breach too much, one bullet too many avoided. Way too much scolding for his liking.

And yet, seeing that little present is enough to still make him smile. Sigh, even.

Like a goddamn schoolgirl getting flowers by her crush, or something like that.

...and that's. Not right, right?

Dr. Shaw made peace with the fact that he should put his love life on the side. When you're stuck in a loop of dying and coming back, over and over, as far as he knows for the rest of eternity, you're bound to accept that you're not going to settle down, have a spouse and kids and a morgue and a stupid dog saying hi when you come back from work. A fling here and there, sure. He could deal with that. But anything more potentially ( dangerously ) serious than that had to be hastly ignored. Forgotten, sometimes using more immediate and drastic ways.

But it's different when the person-- anomaly?-- in question is stuck in the same loop as you.

...

...he's definitively thinking too much, lately.

Too much about nothing at all.

Too much about free samples prepared specifically with him in mind.

"...heh."

Despite everything - despite how much the thoughts of there being something more behind those acts, their meetings, their talks other than a simple two-way tease - Elias finds himself smiling. What an odd feeling.

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What does it mean to you to be everything and nothing and anything and something all at the same time? To be whatever people perceive you to be, and to be the exact opposite as well. You defy logic, reality, existence. Do you even exist? Did they make you exist? What makes something real? Is it perception? Is it tangibility? You are a kind person. You are a mean person. You are irreversibly evil. You desire nothing but the best. You are multiple. You are a family. You are alone. Do you have friends? They claim to be your friends. They all know a different you. What even are you? Was there ever a you?

Yes, yes, and yes. But also no. But yes again, but and but and but—

Wouldn't you give yourself into the madness, if you too lived a million lives and none at all all at once? Is it even madness? What right do people have to call it madness, when really, it's just acceptance? Acceptance, and finding ways to find amusement in an existence dictated by everyone but yourself?

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Haha what if. what if we were both liable to changing who we were on a dime depending on forced beyond our control. What if we both lived a reality where nothing can be considered permanent and we both approached it in different manners And we held hands— ?

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☆. REFLECTIONS ON A CERTAIN MAN. @miratenebrarum

⍵ . Its lips curl up, grin on its face could almost be considered sweet, as saccharine as any one of the many, many treats dear Ms. Sweetie was so terribly fond of.

     A bit too much like them, perhaps. Their smile kind and warm at first glance, yet longer one's gaze lingers, the more... uncanny it may seem.

     He was preparing a bouquet, little pink butterflies made of ribbons, kraft paper, and glitter fluttered around her, perhaps brought from her. She glanced down, was there a hole in his sternum ? It was difficult to tell. Well, it wouldn't have been important either ways.

     Flowers, each one a different color, each one a different texture, scent, flavor. Some more exciting then others, but it was a good mix of variety, for stagnation was the death of all things good in this universe and others.

     Ick. Stagnation.

     Oh, what a horribly cruel concept.

     Never changing. Always staying the same. Boredom was truly the height of torture. Which was why he cared so much about making wondrous toys to entertain and delight !

     ...Or was it for money ? For diamonds and gold ? They couldn't quite recall and, frankly, it couldn't find itself too interested in that train of thought at the moment.

     Where was I ? Ah, right. He'd been thinking on stagnation, a fitting topic, all things considered, their eyes falling to the bouquet in their hands and the gift box still open on the table.

     ...A gift, for a certain particular someone who'd caught their attention and still hasn't decided to join its wonderful company.

     He wasn't a fool. Master of them, perhaps. But he knew why he kept finding themselves going to visit that little quaint facility during her free time  ( if such time existed ). Why they kept sending little gifts and trinkets, even when he knew only one of the many who'd see it would truly appreciate it.

     Ah, it was a tale as old as time. The quaint feeling of clouds and hell all wrapped around in a neat little pink heart shaped box. The playground crush, letters snuck underneath desks and gifts left in lockers.

     Oh dear, she'd forgotten about Valentines that year, hadn't she? Or rather, she'd been busy with far more important matters. Dr. Wondertainment's Valentines Exclusive Limited Edition series of candies and toys wouldn't produce themselves, after all !

     It was partially certain that they'd been someone — something — else at the time as well. Which brought him back to the present  ( what a silly concept to play along with ).

     He smiled as wrapped a lovely pink ribbon around the gift with gloved hands that may or may not have been scarred and stitched on — who's keeping track, really ? — and finished the last touches of his bouquet.

     This little curiosity of theirs had outlived its expectations, as much as something could, when reality was ever fluid. And wasn't that the point ?  It never knew what she would be, moment to moment, ever faithful servant to the whims of the masses.

     Yet the forces around Elias Shaw were proving to be more stubborn. It was unexpected, and the unexpected was such a wonderful change of pace.

     Dr. Shaw, Dr. Shaw, Dr. Shaw. He was like them, in some ways and in no ways at all. Ever changing, always the same. Perhaps that what made it curious in the first place. Dr. Shaw was quite the perfect candidate for a sideshow attraction, oh. How they would have loved to have him as part of her company. Ah, but I digress.

     Dr. Shaw, quite the lovely toy it'd found in the middle of boring business. Something they could enjoy playing with until the inevitable day they got bored or blinked, finding themselves unable to recall a thing or feel an ounce of the warmth and sparklers currently dancing within their chest.

     If they were honest, he'd expected it to have happened long ago. And yet, Elias continued to prove himself quite the anomaly, a play of words it couldn't help but be amused by. Ah, Elias. Their dear, dearest Elias.

     It should tell him one of these days, how much she was doing for him. How they'd been holding back those beautiful temptations to whisk him away or give him a show so dazzling, he couldn't help but agree to join it. A desire so characteristically childish, to want to have and to keep.

     But. But, Dr. Wondertainment™ was a responsible company, even if they knew how to have fun and not be a dour stick in the mud, thank you very much. She couldn't disappoint her fellow members of the board  ( whenever they came back from whichever existence they're in currently, if they existed at all )  by playing such silly little pranks on their business partners.

     So. Gifts and visits it would be, for now.

     With a chuckle, it added the final flourish to her signature on the yellow-pink card he'd put admits the honey-dripping flowers. Closing his eyes, clicking his heels three times, and wishing upon a star or two, he sent the package on its merry way straight to Elias' office.

     Thinking on future problems was such a bore, who cared if things fell through ? Bridges were built to be crossed only once they were crossed, after all, and the current present was so much more new and enticing. One must live within the moment and embrace the next, not steal it prematurely, to truly enjoy life !

     Which gave him the most wonderful idea for a potential future product... alas, it would have to wait until after Easter. Oh, they should have never signed that contract with that overgrown bunny...

Dr. Wondertainment's Fantastical Flavorful Flower Frenzy™ !

Dearest Elias Shaw. A new product of mine, hasn't hit the markets yet, so no need to have those friends of yours get themselves all in a tizzy— by the way, how have they been enjoying my recent line of Dr. Wondertainment Back-To-School Power PermaErasers™ ?  I did notice that they purchased my entire stock !  And as always, do let them know I'm grateful for their patronage, even if I do think it's rather selfish. Ah, but look at me go, making this all about business.

Regardless of all that, I thought you might enjoy this prototype. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on it next time I see you ㄷ|:)

Yours truly, Dr. Wondertainment.

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going to eventually. clean things up / move everything back here / etc. but for now, what if i was silly about it anyways

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currently still WIP / not quite ready, still sorting things out, but !! Moved to @simpletoymaker ( sideblog now ) for the time being

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sighs. Mekhane

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scp 5151 my beloved.....

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Oh, so when the Silly Corperate Foundation does silly little experimentations and tomfoolery on living human beings it's all ohhhh "approved beuracracy" and we're so cool and better we get to do this and betterment for humanity, but when I, Dr. Wondertainment--

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Sometimes he wished congitohazards did have effect on him, because what if he wanted to recognize the bodies in the water ? She's starting to feel a little left out, you know.

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" Two years ? " he gasped, adding a handful of — what was probably — glitter into the machine as well. They were helping, really. Coffee was just gross, " Now, that's just cruel, and unusual, even ! Why the cafeteria ? " he was now sitting across on a cushy couch that was probably not there before, but who's keeping track really, " And you know my doors are always* open to you, Jack. For employment or if you ever need a hand with matters, " that was a perfectly innocent smile on his face, prommy.

* for the current time being unless reality changes a little bit too far to the left.

"I'm not even allowed in the cafeteria for the next two years for no reason at all!" he poured nitroglycerine in the coffee machine because he was bored "Everyone is so mean to me. Working for your magical chocolate factory becomes more and more tempting everyday............"

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" You don't ? "

" Can't speak about no Foundation, but The Fully Customizable with Two-Hundred-Twenty-Two Flavors and Toppings: Terrific Taco-Blaster™ is one of the many benefits provided at Dr. Wondertainment™ — "

"You got TACO TUESDAY with your immortality!?"

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[ @brightcarnate ] "okay so we all agree being immortal can allow you to be a little bit of a silly billy then"

( HI HI HI HI HIIII )

" Why, of course ! " an exclamation of full agreement, puncuated with a sweeping gesture of his arms, " Was such a thing ever even a question, my dear friend ? Heck, you don't even have to be an immortal to embrace the whimsical ! Immortality just gives you the gold card to it ! Quite literally, if you'd like. "

And yes, he's flourishing his Dr. Wondertainment™ membership "infinity party" card, members benefits includes access to Taco Tuesdays and Dr. Wondertainment™ sponsered birthday parties twice a year ( plus more ! ) for no additional costs*—

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What does it mean to you to be everything and nothing and anything and something all at the same time? To be whatever people perceive you to be, and to be the exact opposite as well. You defy logic, reality, existence. Do you even exist? Did they make you exist? What makes something real? Is it perception? Is it tangibility? You are a kind person. You are a mean person. You are irreversibly evil. You desire nothing but the best. You are multiple. You are a family. You are alone. Do you have friends? They claim to be your friends. They all know a different you. What even are you? Was there ever a you?

Yes, yes, and yes. But also no. But yes again, but and but and but—

Wouldn't you give yourself into the madness, if you too lived a million lives and none at all all at once? Is it even madness? What right do people have to call it madness, when really, it's just acceptance? Acceptance, and finding ways to find amusement in an existence dictated by everyone but yourself?

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scp-001 proposal a simple toymaker where did you go,,,,,,,,,,