#dy035-speaks

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"don't make me regret this." This is a terrible idea, and the doctor knew it. Yet some why, he still pressed the button that opened the masks containment cell. Not because Dyo manipulated him into doing it, he knew better than trying. He tried to do it for way too long and doctor wouldn't fall for them again. Why did he open it? Don't ask him. He has no idea either. Maybe he just wanted to be close to him once again..

The delight across Dyo’s porcelain features was very hard to miss, coming to a stand after claiming their most recent host. They knew it wouldn’t be long before the staff were informed about a breach in Keter containment, but that didn’t matter right now. Dyo would proudly prop itself up against the doorway, shooting the Doctor a finger gun with its free hand.

“Hey there, sweetheart. You come around here often?”

Teasing with the full intention of being a devious little flirt. The only thing puzzling was.. why? Why would the doctor go as far as to release him from containment? It wasn’t something the porcelain entity troubled themselves with long, though, as they were more interested in their freedom! At long last!

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"...so it seems we couldn't keep you off of social media for longer than a few months, either... Welcome, I suppose." - 049 (HELLO WELCOME BACK JEIDBEEJ)

“Ohoho..~ I didn’t expect a visit from you, my darling doctor! It’s such a pleasure to see you again!

Humor me, would you? Are you actually disappointed about my return, or did you secretly just miss my charming presence? Hmm?”

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Well, if we're asking questions, why do you find me so "interesting"?

-Ash

What is there not to be interested about? Not only are you the only person who’s been able to understand my darling doctor’s notes, you’ve also got a significant amount of power to you! Would that not spark curiosity?

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She still could not believe how she got into this mess. She borrowed the grimoir from Stolas a few days ago, she never saw earth before! She wanted to visit. Wanted to look at the world, wanted to see how it was. Wanted to see the sinners before they became what they became. And one thing lead to another.. she ended up getting into an argument with a gang. She lost her cool and let her demonic powers shine through. Next thing she knew, she was being dragged by a bunch of armed men. She pushed them and threw them away, but she didn't want to hurt them. She got shot a few times, and while human bullets didn't damage demons, it did hurt quite a lot.. and now, she was in the middle of nowhere in a huge building, being asked questions. She didn't know how to leave. They took her phone away, and even if she had it, would she have service here? Her phone is connected to hell after all. She could try drawing a pentagram to summon her dad, but they didn't give her anything she could use for it. She was stuck here, and she was upset. The guards were rude, but at least the doctors were a little bearable. few days passed, and charlie was laying on her bed, thinking what to do. And before she knew it, her extra guarded door was suddenly opened. Alarms were going off, a loud sound informing the place that a security breach was going down. Confused, she thought this was her chance, and quickly exited the room. The halls were empty for the most part, if we don't count the dead bodies laying around.. she did her best to ignore them, she was used to this sight after all. But it still saddened her to see. An hour or two had passed, and she faced a couple entities. A statue that moved when she blinked, a humanoid figure covered in some black type of goo approaching her, a plague doctor that told her he was here to cure her. Thankfully, she could still teleport out of those places swiftly, avoiding confrontation and fights, especially harms. She was not sure where she was going, she assumed she wanted to explore the place. Some of these doors required cards to enter. And she had found few, but this particular door asked for a 4. Level card. She was curious.. what could be so important behind that door that she needed such a high level card? She left the place temporarily to walk around a little. And oh, lucky her, she found the card needed on a dead man's pocket! She felt guilty for this.. but hey, she was going to be curious for days if she didn't figure that out. Teleporting back to that specific place, she pressed the card to the door and entered. Walking a little, she saw another door that needed card, this one had a writing and a picture next to it. SCP 035, keter. It's... A mask? She isn't sure what keter means, but judging from the bright red color of the sign, she assumes he is dangerous. She ponders for a few seconds.. eh! If it does something to her, she can just teleport away, right? Pressing the card to the door, she entered the containment cell. After taking a few steps, she was greeted with a window glass on her right, under it, a lot of buttons and arms she has no idea how to use. But what interested her was the thing behind the window. It's a room full of something black, with a man inside. A man wearing the same mask on that picture. "Uh.. hello..!"

The bones of the man wearing an orange jumpsuit seemed to twist and crack in an unnatural fashion as the head was thrown back, blackened hands clawing at the porcelain for a moment before falling limp. A minute would pass before the figure corrected its posture, standing correctly and looking around after hearing the door open. This was.. not someone he had seen before. A girl— she reminded him of the deities from Olympus he was acquainted with for some strange reason, but they just couldn’t put their finger on why. No matter! This was a perfect opportunity.

“Greetings and salutations, young lady! To whom do I owe this pleasure of meeting such a kind and sweet face?”

Dyo would begin, approaching the mysterious girl with their hands gently folded behind their back. The mask was oozing in a strange black substance that was staining the body of the wearer and the clothes worn, along with a single violet eye present in the left socket only; the right socket had a crack running through the comedy mask that only oozed even more of the corrosive matter.

“It was quite the friendly gesture to open the door for me. I was stuck within this room for so long on my own! It was lonely!”

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Well..Tempest now has a full 15 seat council, and two of them had a kitsune baby named Luca!

Interesting.. I didn’t think it was possible for councils to reproduce. Good for them, though.

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boop

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Hello there-?

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can I hug you I don’t care if I die

Hey, hey, hey— I just got this new host! Let me break it in some before asking for physical touch!

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I'm starting to think that you're in love with the doctor.

Wh— Whaaaaat-!?

Me? In love with him? Truly, you believe that? What would give off such an impression??

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How do you feel about the red lord

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(The mask looked visibly uncomfortable despite the fact they couldn’t express very well. Fear, hate, and sorrow all balled up into one look of stern tragedy. Their hands clenched tightly into fists.)

Hm.. Next question, please! ~

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You should visit another reality!

Visit another reality, hm?

Now, how do you suppose I do that?

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Sooooooo, how's your first couple of days, or hours, back? :]

-Purple

Ohh, it’s been just wonderful! I got to see my favorite doctor, and I had my picture taken!

They truly know how to make a mask feel special!

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Let's commemorate your return with a pic from scp 978!

Ohh, that’s the camera Watchie used to take my picture earlier! He never showed me the photograph.. I’ll have to get it from him once he returns.

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Welcome back, Dyo.

-Ash

Ahh, I was hoping I would get a greeting from you! Quite the interesting specimen you are, my dearest Ash..~

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What kind of reality would you try to go to? Something similar? Something very different?

My most ideal reality would be one where they cannot find me anymore.. a place I can roam free without any worries about my life.

I am not very picky, truth be told!

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/User/Agent-Lotus/> I have evolved from being an AI into an android. I am free to move around the facilities as I please.

/User/Agent-Lotus/> I also got a sheep. Her name is Groucho. She lives on the roof.

A..sheep? On the roof? Interesting.. I can’t say I’ve heard of such a thing before.

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A lot can happen in nine months! I, f'r one, defected from the Foundation, skipped town (went to another reality), and got adopted by two ex-Overseer dads ✌️

- Kri [@guns-and-botany]

Many have mentioned this moving realities nonsense to me before.. I won’t lie when I say it has crossed my mind to try something of such magnitude myself. I grow tired of this endless drivel I’m subjected to within this reality, so perhaps I’ll find my audience elsewhere!