#brainrots that breached out of containment

[yostresswritinggirl]

Poly Kavetham (That Loud House) shenanigans but it's Alhaitham's turn to fuck shit up:

It's very rare for Alhaitham to mess up in the relationship*, especially when it comes to you, so when it does happen you get 100x more upset in comparison to Kaveh's shenanigans.

And stumped by how his attempts to apologize weren't good enough, good boyfriend Kaveh steps in to help, so long as he 100% trusts the process.

Fast forward to them dancing this for you to lighten your mood and baffle you with the sight of Alhaitham dancing as priming for his apology after. It works. He will have to find a good way to thank Kaveh, sadly.

*Not counting the arguments with Kaveh and his condescension when it comes to wits, they're just part of the relationship by now

[multifandomfanficss]

A Pretty Damn Good Solution

Egon Spengler x Reader

Prompt: When Egon finds out you’ve been having nightmares all week, he decides to find a way to help you by conducting a sleep study.

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, sleep deprivation, and insomnia.

A/N: This is GN!Reader with no pronouns specified. The Egon brainrot is so real so please enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent fic I wrote to the cope with my work stress induced nightmares. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

You woke up breathing heavy, in a cold sweat. You hear quick, clumsy footsteps running through the hallway of the firehouse. At first you’re confused. You’re still out of it and you’re scared. Suddenly Egon is busting through your doorway. His glasses are crooked, his pj shirt is buttoned incorrectly, the buttons not matching the holes. He has a proton pack slung over his back. He must have been in a hurry to get to you.

“Are you okay?! I heard you scream.” He looks at you with confusion. “I thought one of the ghosts had breached the containment unit.”

“I’m sorry. I just had a nightmare.” You apologize, still trying to collect yourself. You’re shaking like a leaf.

“Oh.” He looks at you sadly, taking off his proton pack. He sits on the bed, straightening out his glasses. The bed dips, shifting you towards him.

“I apologize for my appearance and demeanor. I was under the impression you were in danger.” He looks down at his shirt, fixing his buttons.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” You say, sheepishly.

“No, don’t be.” He draws out the o on the no, speaking softly, inflecting his tone upwards to try to bring you comfort. He gives you a soft smile, to match his tone.

You sit in silence for a few minutes. Egon isn’t quite sure what to say, but you don’t mind. Despite his awkwardness, he was still deeply comforting.

“I forgot to ask. Are you okay?” He breaks the silence.

“Not really. I’ve been having nightmares all week.” You begin to fidget with a string on your blanket.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you say something?” He asks.

“I didn’t wanna bother anyone.” You shrug your shoulders.

“You’re living in a building with several scientists who care about your well being. I assure you that you wouldn’t be bothering us. We could have helped you. You should have at the very least spoken to Peter. His concentration is psychology.” Egon tried not to lecture you, but he was confused as to why you were suffering alone instead of asking for help. He didn’t like to see you in pain.

“I guess I thought I should be able to deal with it on my own.” You avoid eye contact. Egon finally puts the pieces together. It wasn’t always easy for him to read social que’s, but he could read his friends easily enough.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. Everyone has nightmares. They could be caused by a number of reasons. Typically mine are caused by stress, but I’ve since figured out how to get a handle on them through scientific means. Where they used to be constant, they’re now more rare for me.” He sympathizes.

“I didn’t know you had nightmares like that. I’m sorry.” You respond.

“They’re handled.” He pauses for a moment, thinking. “I believe it would be beneficial for me to conduct a sleep study on you starting tomorrow night, with your consent of course.”

“Do you really think it’ll help?” You look at him, desperate for an answer to your problem.

“Yes. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow night, but do you need anything before I go?” He asks.

“Can I please have a hug?” You request. Usually you’d be embarrassed, but right now you didn’t care. Egon had been the greatest comfort you’d had in the last several nights.

“Of course.” He smiles, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. The hug is awkward at first, but you both relax into it. He’s warm and his pajama shirt is soft. While Egon’s presence is always calming, his steady breathing and heartbeat do wonders to bring you back to a more relaxed state. He begins to rub your back. “We’ll get to the bottom of this and just remember you’re not alone.”

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The next night you’d shown up to Egon’s lab as requested. You’re surprised to see he’s set up a cot with your favorite blankets and pillows. He was nothing if not observant.

“I gathered some things from your room in an effort to make you more comfortable.” He speaks, walking around the room, pressing buttons and moving things around.

“Thank you.” You smile. You sit down on the bed and Egon begins to fit wires to your forhead.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to your chest.

“Um yes- yeah uh that’s okay.” You blush. Egon moves your shirt over and attaches wires over your heart. “I really appreciate you doing this.”

“Of course. It’s no problem, really. Do you need anything before you go to sleep? Can I get you a glass of water?” He asks.

“No, but can you explain how it’s gonna work again?” You lay down, attempting to get comfortable.

“While you’re asleep I should be able to see any changes in heart rate, breathing patterns, or brainwave activity. I can collect all the data I need and all you have to do is sleep.” He explains.

“Seems simple enough.” You give him a smile, despite your nerves.

Egon leaves the observation area and the lights dim. You close your eyes and fall asleep.

About 2 hours into the study Egon starts to notice a rapid elevation in heart rate and your breathing becomes heavier and inconsistent. He scribbled down notes, watching your brainwave patterns until you shoot up gasping. You start to pull at the wires attached to you, not remembering why they’re there. Egon enters the room with his journal and pen in hand. He approaches your bed.

“You’re okay. You’re in my lab, remember? I have to say that was quite interesting. How long did it feel like you were stuck in that nightmare?” He asks.

“Uh I- I don’t know, like hours?” You debate, trying to catch your breath.

“You were asleep for about 2 hours, but you only entered REM state about 15 minutes ago, which is when you started dreaming.” He takes down more notes.

“Only 15 minutes?” You ask, your voice and body shakey. Egon pulls a chair up to sit next to you. He lays his journal on your bed and takes your hand in his. He begins to feel your pulse. You instantly start to calm by his touch. He’s observant of this. He decides to keep holding your hand even after he’s done checking your pulse in an effort to keep you calm. He writes with one hand and holds your hand with the other.

“Can you tell me a bit about the dream?” He asks.

“I was alone in the firehouse and the containment unit broke and I was being chased by a demon. I woke myself up before it caught me.” He gives you a look. On one hand he feels bad that you were so scared, but on the other hand he’s intrigued.

“How did you wake yourself up?” He asks.

“I have like this thing I do if I need to escape a dream. I feel like I’m pushing and pulling and clawing my way out of reality, like I’m trying to swim through molasses until I wake up.” You tell him.

“That’s amazing. From my end your adrenaline spiked enormously. I didn’t realize you were doing that on purpose.” He scribbles down some more notes.

“Yeah. I guess that’s a thing I do.” You say awkwardly. “Did you get anything useful?” You ask.

“Yes, but I’ll have to run more tests throughout the week.” He closes his journal, turning to you. He realizes he’s still holding your hand. He doesn’t let go. He was so excited by the scientific aspects of the experiment he forgot why he was doing this in the first place. “We’re going to figure this out, but until then I’m here.” He smiles at you, giving you a look of sympathy.

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The next two nights went similarly to the first one. You would have nightmare and Egon would remind you everything was okay before sitting down next to you to take notes as you recounted the dream. Your dreams were often about being chased or not being able to save someone. You would usually use your emergency escape out of your dreams. Talking about your dreams helped. It gave you an outlet and it aided Egon’s studies. The two of you had fallen into a routine and it was starting to help.

Tonight was different. Egon watched as your heart rate spiked and your breathing patterns began to change. Your brain activity was off the charts. He knew you’d be up soon. He watched as you tried and failed to pull the emergency break. You begin to thrash in bed. He wonders why you haven’t woken up. He enters the room just in time for you to shoot up screaming and covered in sweat. You begin to hyperventilate, crying out. “Egon!” You cry for him. Tears start to stream down your face. He runs to your bed.

“It was just a dream. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here. Everything is okay, (Y/N).” Egon tries to keep his voice calm, but he speaks with urgency. He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to ground you. You can’t get your breathing under control.

“I- I couldn’t get out! I couldn’t get out! I was stuck and I couldn’t get out!” You’re speaking a mile a minute.

“(Y/N), look at me. You’re awake now. You’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you. I need you to try to breathe with me. (Y/N), what’s three things that you can see?” He asks, trying to bring your focus back to reality.

“I can’t” You sob, unable to focus.

“Yes, you can. What’s three things you can see?” He repeats.

“I see your journal. It’s in the chair.” You try.

“Good that’s two things.” He smiles.

“Your pen is on the floor.” You continue.

“I dropped it when I rushed in to check on you. What’s two things you can hear?” He asks.

“The clock is ticking really loudly and- and I can hear… the heater is on.” You tell him, listening closely.

“Good. What’s one thing you can touch?” He asks.

“Can I touch you?” You ask, hesitantly.

“Yes, thank you for asking.” He smiles. You grab his hand, beginning to trace all the lines and wrinkles on it. You learn every detail of his fingerprints. Tracing the indents and following the patterns comforts you.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” He asks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just having one of those moments where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what‘s fake. I woke up from a nightmare, but it was just another nightmare. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a dream inside of a dream before. I thought that was just in movies.” You keep tracing his hand.

“No, it’s real unfortunately, but so am I and so are you. This is real.” He gestures between you. Part of himself means that the two of you are real and your interaction is real, but another part of him meant something different. The care you have for each other is real too, very real.

“I hate that I’m still tired. I don’t wanna go back to sleep, but I know I have to.” You sigh.

“Would it make you feel better if I stayed in here with you?” He asks. While he’d usually be too awkward to ask this, his solution is based in science. All of his research points to his presence being a comfort. This gave him more confidence.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” You hope you’re not being an inconvenience.

“If I minded I wouldn’t have offered. I want you to feel like you’re not alone.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

“I think that would help me a lot actually.” You start to shift, laying back down in bed. Egon gets up to turn the light back off, kicking off his shoes and lab coat before getting back into bed with you.

“I figured it might.” He smiles. He always loved when his scientific theories were proven right, especially one that benefited both of you so much. It brought both of you comfort to be in each other’s arms. Egon’s presence was enough for you to sleep soundly for the rest of the night and he was happy to know that you felt safe and calm. Even if it was only a temporary solution to your problems, it was still a pretty damn good solution.

“Goodnight, Egon.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

[myusernameisstolen]

With the Year Ending, I Just Wanted to Remind Y'all I've Kept Writing the Skaian Pantheon

and that since i started in march, I've reached over 200,000 words! I'm going to write this forever, so hopefully one day I'll breach one million!

For those not among the unfortunately select few not to have heard of this, the Skaian Pantheon is my self-indulgent Homestuck fan project - an anthology series with every (hopefully) self-contained story set in the same timeline, with a deceptively simple premise:

Instead of skipping forward five thousands years and forcing their creations to form civilization without them, the young gods accept the responsibility that has been handed to them, and settle together in the same first city founded by their carapacian followers to assist in the building of a new world. These are the many little stories that make up that grand journey.

Please, check it out. It's very detailed, loaded with worldbuilding and speculative biology and just oh-so-juicy angst and hurt/comfort. This is quite possibly the best thing i've ever written. God, that's sad. But you know what would be even sadder? if i got to one million words without ever going semi-viral. I beg of you, homestuck fans, to make my life worthwhile.

here's some of the art i have made to go with a few of the stories under the cut, in case it piques your interest:

Included in what I'm told is my best work, John Is Fine:

A couple sneak peeks at future updates! ;)

and some fanart i've made of my own timeline, bc i have brainrot

In conclusion, pls read? 🥺

[borealopelta]

Summarizing my WIPs Badly

thank you for the tag @teaforarteza I'm eating all of your wips!! can't wait for them 💞💞

now the thing is. these don't have titles. finding titles is the last and most excruciating step of my writing process so i'm just gonna do a numbered list lmao

OH YEAH and they're all boatboy fic bc i have brainrot

emergency two person study group yields fantastic results, including a good grade, someone getting into geology against his will, and celebratory making out. alternatively: social experiment titled Will You People Read My Geology Infodump If I Disguise It With Fic

i took care of you while you were horribly seasick can we kiss now that you're not actively throwing up anymore

hot tip: if you don't want to go to the dentist but have tooth anxiety, your crush who knows a thing or two about dental health because his dad is a dentist can put his fingers in your mouth in a totally non-sexual & normal way and check your teeth like a good buddy

vlog: me and the bestie trying not to get killed by 22 other teenagers on live tv while also narrowly avoiding dying from exposure (gone wrong!)

all my boatboy pals have been tagged so i'm gonna let this breach containment and ask @edwardashley @duesternis and @derry-rain about their wips if they feel like it 👀💞

[spacedykez]

The History Of The Cloobies War

(note and disclaimer: war is /lh. this is all for fun. no one was ever actually fighting. every single participant in this fully supports containment & proper tagging out of courtesy. cloobies are not for all and we understand this. And again, ALL OF THIS IS /LH. EVENTS ARE OVERDRAMATIZED FOR COMEDIC EFFECT. that said, let’s get into it).

Background

It all began one day with a simple concept. Boobsteal SMP. Picture: Lifesteal, but instead of hearts you steal boobs. This naturally led to the concept of Lifestealers with boobs, and somehow this spiraled into Clownpierce with boobs. A new channel was created in the lifesteal brainrotting discord for the sole purpose of containing the cloobs.

And so it began.

Some time passed. Whispers reached the outside world. Inside the cursed-thing-containment channel, the Cloobers were plotting. Quickly those involved seperated into a few groups. 

First, the Cloobers, with Skye/Gender (recently revealed as Rat Anon, although we wouldn’t find that out later) being one of the most well-known. Later, when Vester Casinomoths joined the Discord, it also became a prominent member of the Cloobers, along with Joobies Anon.

Second, the resistance, mainly consisting of Nix Felicityphoenix5. Yeah, really by now it’s just Nix. Most others took a somewhat neutral stance, being neither particularly enthusiastic about Cloobs nor against them.

And then the Kevins. I, Pacific C. Otter, proudly claim the title of the original Kevin, but there were a few... copycats (/lh /nm).

The Kevins did not last long.

Containment Breaches

Around the same time, two things happened. First, the Cloobers posted Cloobies art on Tumblr. Let’s just say it breached the containment of a few mutuals who it was meant for. 

And secondly, Nix made the mistake of mentioning Cloobs in the tags of lifesteal-headcanons, which prompted a second containment breach in which cloobies were explained to the general public.

My Own Changing Of Sides

(an unfunny bit that exactly one person cared about at all (me))

and after this, the resistance was only nix. okay now this essay is slowly descending from being useful in any way. now let us review nix and the lifesteal headcanons breach.

NIX AND LIFESTEAL HEADCANONS

and thennnnn i got a very nice anon pointing out reddoons’ thumbnails! they are so right btw. and here is that.

and i am not even going to make u suffer through the worst of what i have read in the discord about this. like. you cannot possibly imagine the things we have seen.

but now its mostly quieted down! i officially am no longer kevin (i’m kind of not involved anymore, if i’m being honest- I’m a little reluctant to interact with the discord at all since The Incident)

that should be most of the history of the cloobies war. those who are/were involved are welcome to pitch in!

[chaos-coming]

My family was watching the games and in the 5 minutes i stopped in only to see the commentator was making really uncomfortable comments about a 16yo swimmer, how "his body definitely looks 16" but he moves like a "seasoned veteran" and i dont even want to repeat the words he described that child's (swimming) stroke it was like the ugly dredges of pro shipper internet but... on live mainstream tv.

Like sir can you not project your repressed homosexuality on an actual fucking child ffs

[danger-xylophones]

Shooting Star Part 1(Glamrock Freddy x reader/OC)

I’ve got Security Breach brainrot. I’m writing this to try and get it out of my system. I have no other excuse. 

DILF bear has got me

they/she pronouns

Warnings: FNAF, slowburn

Masterlist

(You are here), Part 2, Part 3 (WIP)

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Powering up. Mode: Safe Mode 

Slowly, darkness gave way to a green and black matrix broken only by yellow lettering displayed across your vision. It was quiet too, except for the voice you knew as your system. 

Running diagnostic scan. One moment. 

In the bottom left hand corner of your vision, small blocks like mini screens flitted about before being replaced by other, almost identical tiny screens. They changed too quickly to be read but you knew implicitly that they contained full breakdowns of your system that was currently running at peak performance capabilities. A relief - you didn’t fancy being shut down again. 

Diagnostics complete, detecting abnormalities. Running situational awareness analysis. One moment. 

While the other voice in your head ran its scans you felt awareness of your body begin to flood your system. You were on your back, slightly propped up. Your head felt...disconnected from the rest of you. Your chest felt exposed. You couldn’t open your eyes or move at all. But your extremities were solid and connected. Wherever you currently were, you were in a very vulnerable position. 

Situational awareness analysis incomplete - unable to determine location. Taking recommended precautions. 

Your eyes flicked open. You weren’t in the workshop anymore, that became obvious immediately. But it still seemed to be a repair facility of sorts. You were in a well lit, circular area - outside you could barely make out the rest of the room. Electing to ignore that for now, you returned your attention to your body. The reason your system was detecting abnormalities became clear immediately. 

You were laying on your back, arms and legs strapped to the chair you rested in. Your chest was splayed open, exposing your fragile exoskeleton to the air of this unknown location. And, oddest of all, your head was no longer attached.

The sound of a door opening brought your awareness back to the room you were in. Just beyond the end of the chair stood three people, two men one woman with a clipboard. The taller of the two men was wearing a green button up shirt tucked into his khakis. He was balding with a bushy mustache and a ruddy complexion. Around his neck hung a lanyard with a nametag dangling from the end that read: Henry Mahaffey. You eased, lowering your situational threat level. 

“Greetings, Mr. Mahaffey.” You chirped to your creator immediately. The golden-aged man smiled and approached your right side to clap his hand on your shoulder. 

“Greetings to you too,” he answered back happily, “glad to see you’re functioning properly. I was worried the move might’ve jostled some of your wires.” 

The move? So you really weren’t at the workshop anymore? 

“I am happy to report that aside from the fact my head is detached and chest cavity is open that my system has detected no other irregularities.” 

Mr. Mahaffey chuckled, a gravelly sound that always ended in a short coughing fit. Normally you would pat his back to help comfort him but this time, he had to settle for muffling the sound with his handkerchief. 

You squinted your eyes in concern. “You must be careful, Mr. Mahaffey. You are still recovering and too much exertion could cause further harm.” 

He smiled again, his eyes crinkling behind his circular glasses. “Don’t worry ‘bout me, old friend.” 

“I have to say, their programming is remarkable. Almost on par with ours.” The lady, a short woman with long black hair tied up in a bun, spoke up. She tapped her pen against her clipboard once and started writing. “Of course, some things could stand to be updated to be compatible with our system but that’s a non-issue.” 

“Agreed,” the second man, shorter than Mr. Mahaffey with crisp blond hair, began, “but I think all the same that they would make a fine addition to the franchise.” He smoothed down his shirt, a blue button up polo - identical to the one the black-haired woman was wearing. 

Beside you, Mr. Mahaffey was beaming. “That is great news, Frederick. I’d be happy to add them to the family-” 

The blond man held up his hand. “Of course, there are still some tests we need to run.” 

Mr. Mahaffey visibly deflated, muttering a quiet ‘right, of course’ under his breath. With three precise steps, the blond man was at your left side. You watched him carefully as he reached up to poke at your face to prompt your faceplates to move. He tugged at various wires, pulled your head this way and that, all while making thoughtful, scrutinizing expressions. He moved on to your chest cavity and repeated the process of rifling around. “Louanne,” he suddenly spoke up, bent over your chest. The black haired lady straightened her posture at her name. “See if we have a uniform big enough to fit our friend here. I think a few field tests should tell us everything we need to know.” 

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Part 2 ->

[cyanocoraxx]

.hey jay. cyan. metal. tumblr user cyanocoraxx. care to edxplain this?> im crying btw. just so yopu know. this was so intentional and i feel like im being crushed. its like there is a LARGE HAND. GRIPPING ME. AND CRUSHING MY TORSO. ...................... (•.)___(•.) ummmmmmm. thanbks for. killing people? wow. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. auuughauauuerauauuraurauuauuauauauughhhhhh . HHERHHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHEHHHREHRHHEHRHRHRR. HFSADJHDFJKDASFHJSD. *BREATHING NOISES BREATHING NOISES* *SOUNDS! SOUNDS!*

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*breathing nosieses very close to microphone. kill.* *GROWLING*

JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DO YOU CAUSE ME PAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant . fucking do this.................................................. now i have to care about HOW MANY ROBOTS? ummmmmm. all the badniks AND an SCP even though i DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT AM SCP IS? FUCKED UP. AND NOW ......

metal i learn about yoru scp . i look at ur carrd it says. it says. "awh boy i sure do love a good old [SCP-079, AS-WELL AS, SCP 682]" AND I SAY. "I SHGOULD LEANR ABOUT THESE SCPS I BET ILL LIKE THEM SoOOOO MUCH." AND I FIND OUT ONE IS A COMPUTER AND I GO "OH ILL LOOOOOVE LEARNING ABOUT THIS!" and im right. but you know hwat? that doesnt last long. because i watch the 5th video. i watch. [SCP : Sedition - SCP - 682 & SCP - 079] and guess what i notice IMMEDIATELY? "oh. this is familiar............ oh. OH...... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........................." ANDF I FUCKING. i go to your FAN FICTIONED. FANATICAL FICTION ON AO3. I PRESS "see full thing" or whgateevr. i press funny buttons on keyboard i open up WORDF SEARCH. i type in "grieve" AND YOU KNOW WHAT I SEE? THE ONLY USE OF THE WORD "grieve" ? IM CRYING. I KNEW YOU DID. I CANT DO THIS SHIT! YOU CANT KEEP MAKING ME FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL THINGS ABOUT THESE ROOOOOOOOOOBOOTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *CRIES CRIES CRISE CRIES CRIES CRIES CRIES CRIES CRIES* fuck you fuck uou fuck you fuck yuou fcuk fu opdfid uidug fkdiu gifdguiifd ugioufdgiufdgfid gfdugiofdgi uu fd gjuikjhgfiyu874y4 8rt4y8ui4894 ytu48uyu5 89i4 u89u5r4893475 894 54589475 843757 20975097 902871039875689761 897457 47 378539 05739 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 cyan you cant keep doing this. youre a good writer but PLEASE stop being THIS GOOD..... YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS AND I CRY AND SOB EVERYDAY! YOU CANT JUST COPY AND PASTE DIALOGUE TO MAKE THOSE WHO know FEEL THINGS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAUURAURUARUAURUARUAURUAUUGHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

jay i love you friend i cry every day because of your ABILITIES

OMG I WONDERED IF ANYONE WOULD SEE THE SCP SEDITION REFERENCE and its even better that it was you to point it out omgf 

i’m sorry i made your robot brainrot worse. i’m sorry. we have to care about so many robots..... sighs.... *upgrades my storage space capacity to make room for more robots.*

anyway yes 079 is my fav alongside 682 also they’re gay.

“how do you feel about memes”

also since u said ur not that familiar with scp. in the game scp containment breach, scp 079 is responsible for releasing all of the contained scps because they take control of the remote door control system. when you go and disable the remote door control system, 079 bargains with you - if you enable the door system again, they’ll let you go through blast door B to escape. just thought you might appreciate this crumb of info if 079 is your fav