#just a humanoid goober nothing else to it

[contronym-colours]

Look it's my boblox avatar I based my persona on, BoxBoy!

This thing is my main avatar and idk what it is cuz assigning this thing a personality is not on my schedule and I'm ok with that👍

It's not a box or a boy, it's more of a title then anything just like I want it to be, very cryptic-like cuz I usually just hang around and watch people do things in servs, though I have cooked some people, it's great!

Anyways, don't mind this post

[unicronian]

The Man With Many Sides

Thomas Sanders and SCP crossover, Thomas is an SCP.

Length: 2628 words - AO3

Item #: SCP-024

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-024 should be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber that can comfortably fit six (6) standing humanoids and must be monitored via security cameras at all times. SCP-024 should be provided with any amenities requested to abate the symptoms of SCP-024-4, unless said amenities may result in a security breach.

Any time SCP-024 is permitted to leave its cell it must be accompanied by at least one (1) security guard wearing protective headgear that allows them visual and auditory contact with SCP-024-1, SCP-024-2, SCP-024-3, SCP-024-4, and SCP-024-5. Additionally, SCP-024 should never be allowed anywhere where it cannot be seen by a security camera. All interactions SCP-024 has with SCP-024-1, SCP-024-2, SCP-024-3, SCP-024-4, and SCP-024-5 must be noted but not logged unless specified by a level 3 personnel or above, or the conversation is insightful on the nature of SCP-024 or otherwise useful to the Foundation.

Description: SCP-024 is a caucasian male, approximately 28 years old and standing at 5’10”.  SCP-024 contains at least five (5) beings designated SCP-024-1 through SCP-024-5, which can all be wilfully summoned by SCP-024 or appear on their own accord, and all share the visual characteristics of SCP-024. SCP-024-1 through SCP-024-5 can only be perceived by humans through photography and videography with the exception of SCP-024, which can see them whenever they are summoned.

SCP-024 was discovered when SCP-024-2 was seen walking through a human being in the background of a photo.

SCP-024-1 is SCP-024’s logical “side”. It wears glasses and a black polo shirt with a tie and khaki pants. SCP-024-1 always stands close to SCP-024 and to its right when summoned.

SCP-024-2 is SCP-024’s creative “side”. It wears white dress pants and a white medieval-styled with gold ornaments and a red sash. SCP-024-2 stands away from SCP-024 and on its left. SCP-024-2 is the only “side” that has the ability to summon objects not related to its characteristic and severely change the room it is in.

SCP-024-3 is SCP-024’s emotional “side” along with its sense of morality. It wears glasses, a light blue polo shirt, khaki pants and has a gray cat hoodie tied loosely around its neck. SCP-024-3 stands close to SCP-024 and on its left.

SCP-024-4 is SCP-024’s anxiety. It wears a patchwork black and purple hoodie and has dark eyeshadow beneath its eyes. SCP-024-4 stands away from SCP-024 and on its right. SCP-024-4 was first observed on 12/19/2016, two months after SCP-024 was brought to the Foundation.

SCP-024-5 is SCP-024’s treacherous “side”. It wears a black bowler hat, a short black 18th century cloak, and a button down medieval tunic. The left side of its face shares characteristics with an unidentifiable species of snake; its left iris is yellow and the pupil is shaped similar to that of a snake’s and it has scales from the center of its head to its left ear. SCP-024-5 is a compulsive liar. It was first observed on 02/03/2018.

Addendum 024-A: Despite claiming them to be imaginary SCP-024 has been able to interact with objects summoned by SCP-024-1, SCP-024-2, and objects in SCP-024-3’s “room”.

Incident 024-A Date: 12/19/2016 Foreword: For several days before Incident 024-A SCP-024’s anxiety levels grew rapidly.

<Begin Log> SCP-024: So, how are we doing today, guys? SCP-024-3: Not good, to be honest. SCP-024: Oh no, Patton, what’s wrong? SCP-024-3: The people here aren’t… nice. They’re not mean either, though! SCP-024-2: They’re boring. This place is boring. They have boring books, too. SCP-024: Okay, I don’t think we can do anything about them not being nice, but we can get more books! SCP-024: Patton, is that going to help! [SCP-024-3 pauses] SCP-024-3: No. SCP-024: Oh. SCP-024-1: I don’t think it will help us to ‘beat around the bush’ so I’ll just outright say it. Patton misses your home, your friends, you life. He isn’t content being trapped in this… cell. [SCP-024-4 suddenly appears] SCP-024-4: And there’s nothing you can do about that. We’ll be here forever. [SCP-024 screams] SCP-024-2: Oh good, now you’re here. Dr. Picani: Who are you? SCP-024: That’s a good question, because I also, do not know. SCP-024-4: I’m Thomas’ anxiety, but you’ll probably just call me SCP-024-4, right? Dr. Picani: That is… company policy. SCP-024-4: Because they don’t want you to consider Thomas human. He’s just an object to you and your company. We’re never getting out because you consider him not human. Dr. Picani: I think that this is enough for today. <End Log>

Closing statement: SCP-024’s anxiety levels stayed high after the appearance of SCP-024-4 and would stay consistently high until Incident 024-C.

Incident 024-B Date: 02/28/2017 Foreword: SCP-024 was having a one-on-one conversation with SCP-024-2, with supervision from Dr. Picani.

<Begin Log> SCP-024: Thanks, Roman, I- [A ringtone plays from an unknown source] SCP-024-2: Oh, that was me. [SCP-024-2 summons a cell phone] SCP-024-2: Wow, my Twitter notifications are going wild. SCP-024: You have a phone! SCP-024-2: Oh yeah, but it’s not- [A security guard bursts into the cell and attempts to take the incorporeal phone from SCP-024-2] SCP-024-2: In retrospect this does look really bad. Worry not, the phone isn’t real! And neither is the Twitter account! [Dr. Picani takes out his own cell phone and searches SCP-024-2’s Twitter] Dr. Picani: He’s not lying, that Twitter account doesn’t exist. SCP-024-2: I’m imaginary, remember? Dr. Picani: I think that that concludes our conversation today. SCP-024: Yeah, I think so too. SCP-024-2: Well, that was pleasant, Thomas, talking to you, I mean. Getting walked through by a sweaty security guard was not as pleasant. <End Log>

Incident 024-C Date: 08/10/2017 Foreword: From the beginning of the day SCP-024 acted unlike itself. Notably it seemed careless and unconcerned about situations it usually concerned itself with. Dr. Picani was called in to discuss the change with SCP-024.

<Begin Log> SCP-024-1: Oh good, Dr. Picani, I’m glad you're here. Dr. Picani: Hello, Logic. SCP-024: Hey! What’s up, dude? SCP-024-1: As you can see, there’s something wrong with Thomas. SCP-024-2: Whatever, he seems fine to me! SCP-024-3: Yeah, he’s happy! Dr. Picani: Where’s Anxiety? SCP-024-1: Good question, but I don’t think he’s relevant to this conversation. SCP-024-2: Who needs him anwyays, he’ll just drag us down. [SCP-024-3 gasps] SCP-024-3: Roman! Anxiety can be a gloomy goober sometimes, but he’s still one of us! SCP-024-2: Is he, though? Check it, Logic, Creativity, Morality, we three are the most important facets of Thomas’ personality, plus we contribute a bit of extra stuff too. We got along just fine before he showed up. SCP-024-1: He may not have had a physical presence but he was always there within Thomas to some extent. And he contributes more than what you credit him. He too may represent more than just Anxiety, even if that is a significant part of who he is. SCP-024-2: Okay! Whatever! Just summon him! [SCP-024-1 attempts to summon SCP-024-4] SCP-024-2: Here, let me try. Anxiety! [SCP-024-2 attempts to summon SCP-024-4] SCP-024-2: How dare he? [SCP-024-2 attempts to summon SCP-024-4 twice more] SCP-024-3: Now come on Roman, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. [SCP-024-3 attempts to summon SCP-024-4 using kind words] SCP-024-3: Well, love has failed me. SCP-024: Wow, that can apply to many instances in my life, the first being- SCP-024-2: Steady now Thomas, are we really going down that road? Usually you don’t like talking about that stuff. SCP-024-1: You’ve got no shame. SCP-024-3: Definitely not much of a filter. SCP-024-2: Yes, and you have no fear. SCP-024-1, SCP-024-2 and SCP-024-3 in unison: You have no- SCP-024: I have no anxiety, is that what you’re trying to say? SCP-024-1: This is very disconcerting. Dr. Picani: What does this mean, if Thomas has no anxiety? SCP-024-1: Well, it means something’s happened with Anxiety, obviously. SCP-024-2: He’s probably holed himself up in his room. Dr. Picani: His room? SCP-024: His room? SCP-024-1: Technically it’s the part of Thomas’s mind where Anxiety resides. SCP-024-2: Where else do you think we come from? Where do we go? SCP-024-3: Where do we come from, cotton eyed joe? SCP-024: So you all have one? Oh! I’d like to go to Patton’s! SCP-024-1: Nope! We need to go to Anxiety’s room, to check on Anxiety! That was the priority, remember? SCP-024-2: So we’re all going to Anxiety’s room? Who knows what that tragic kingdom looks like. SCP-024-3: Are you good to join us Thomas? Because we need you to get us there. SCP-024: Yeah, sounds fun or whatever. Dr. Picani: What does going to Anxiety’s ‘room' entail? SCP-024-2: Well, we’ll just… go. SCP-024-2: Just focus on the things that will normally make you anxious, that is the corner of your mind where we need to go! It may be difficult to go down that road- SCP-024: Got it. SCP-024-2: Well- okay. [SCP-024-1, SCP-024-2 and SCP-024-3 begin to sink out] SCP-024-1: Into the unknown. Here we go. SCP-024: Oh, I’m doing this now, too. [SCP-024 sinks out] Dr. Picani: Thomas! [SCP-024’s cell changes dramatically and SCP-024, SCP-024-1, SCP-024-2, and SCP-024-3 rise up into the positions they were in previously] SCP-024: Wow… so this is Anxiety’s room. His room looks a lot like my… room. Like, what is this, the upside down world or something? SCP-024-1: No, the room just varies based on your present location is. SCP-024: One of the darker corners of my mind, the source of all my worries and fears and- Dr. Picani: Is it safe, that Thomas is here? SCP-024-3: Spiders! SCP-024-1: No need to worry, Patton, that is just the pattern on the curtains. [EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED] SCP-024: Uh, what’s going on? [SCP-024-4’s voice becomes distorted] SCP-024-4: These guys have all been in this corner of your mind for too long. It’s corrupting them. All their main functions are working to push you over to the other end of that curve. SCP-024: What? SCP-024-4: Don’t worry, we’re getting them all out of here. Thomas, remember what you’ve learned…. Breath in for four seconds. [SCP-024 breathes in and SCP-024-1 sinks out] SCP-024-4: Hold your breath for seven seconds. [SCP-024 holds its breath and SCP-024-3 sinks out] SCP-024-4: Now breathe out for eight seconds. [SCP-024 breathes out and SCP-024-2 sinks out] SCP-024-4: That’s good, Thomas. That’s good, keep going. [SCP-024 and SCP-024-4 sink out] [EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED] SCP-024-2: Yeah, and you’re nothing compared to the others. SCP-024: Others? What do you mean others? Dr. Picani: Others, like Anxiety? [Silence] SCP-024: Well, this is foreboding. SCP-024-2: Ah, it’s nothing, so long! [SCP-024-2 sinks out] SCP-024-1: Farewell. [SCP-024-1 sinks out] SCP-024-3: Auf Wiedersehen, good night. [SCP-024-3 sinks out] SCP-024: What was that all about? SCP-024-4: Look, I know I’m the one that’s causing you to be suspicious, but honestly, table that question for another day. <End Log>

Closing Statement: The longer SCP-024-1, SCP-024-2 and SCP-024-3 spent in SCP-024-4’s “room” the more anxious they got, signified by eyeshadow growing beneath their eyes. SCP-024 and Dr. Picani remained largely unaffected by SCP-024-4’s room. SCP-024-2 mentioned “others”; SCP-024 should be monitored closely for mentions of other “sides”.

Incident 024-D Date: 02/03/2018 Foreword: SCP-024 had been discussing with his “sides” about the ethicality of lying in a certain situation involving two junior researchers at length and reached its conclusion when SCP-024-3 began acting unlike itself.

<Begin Log> SCP-024: … I need to tell the truth here. SCP-024-3: Wow I’m so proud of you, Thomas, you’re so mature. SCP-024: Thank... you? SCP-024-4: I knew I smelled something fishy. SCP-024-1: I don’t smell anything. SCP-024-4: No- it’s fine, but I was talking about Patton. SCP-024-1: Oh, oh, oh, you mean how he’s clearly- [SCP-024-3 makes a movement with its hand and SCP-024-1 clamps its hand over its mouth, muffling its speech] SCP-024-2: Oh, I get it now. SCP-024: I don’t- what is happening? Dr. Picani: What happened to Morality? SCP-024-2: You have to give us permission first… SCP-024-4: There are sides to everyone that they’d prefer not to know about, but you’re the boss, Thomas. Any information you want to know, you can know. You just… have to be open to hearing it. SCP-024-2: In other words, would you like to learn something new about yourself, Thomas? SCP-024: I don’t know. SCP-024-3: I don’t know either Thomas, you might not like what you find. SCP-024: Fine! Tell me! SCP-024-1: DECEIT! [SCP-024-5 appears in the place of SCP-024-3] SCP-024: What? [SCP-024 visibly recoils from the sight of SCP-024-5] SCP-024: Deceit? SCP-024-5: Who’s she? Never heard of her. SCP-024-2: Oh, I hate this guy, and his creepy snake face! However, he is very kind. SCP-024-5: Love the new outfit, Roman. SCP-024-2: Thank you! SCP-024-1: N- SCP-024-5: And Virgil. I adore the more intense eyeshadow, it totally doesn’t make you look like a racoon. SCP-024-4: Nice gloves, did you just finish washing some dishes? SCP-024-5: … Yes. SCP-024: Why didn’t I know about him until now? SCP-024-4: He had you convinced that you were an honest person. SCP-024: But I am an honest person… SCP-024-5: You are, Thomas, you are a good person. Everyone says so. SCP-024-1: Nobody’s a completely honest person. SCP-024: I try to be. SCP-024-1: Now that’s a more honest statement. You play distance between who you are, and the lies that you tell. He is the reason for you doing so. SCP-024: Why didn’t you guys tell me? SCP-024-2: If you really don’t want to know something, he can keep our mouths shut. SCP-024: I can’t believe that I fooled myself like that. SCP-024-1: You don’t want to believe it, that’s where his power comes from. Things that you want to believe, things that you wish were true, and things that you wish weren’t. SCP-024-5: What you don’t know can’t hurt you. SCP-024-1: Falsehood. Knowledge is an incomparably valuable multi-purpose tool that is instrumental in identifying and problem solving any problem. If you’re worried about getting hurt then seek knowledge, it is our greatest weapon and our greatest defence. SCP-024: Wow, Logan, that’s… that was really lovely. And speaking of seeking knowledge…. Where is Patton! SCP-024-2: How dare you stand where he stood! SCP-024-5: You foolish dummy- I am and always have been Patton! SCP-024: WHAT? SCP-024-2: No… SCP-024-5: You have no morality. [SCP-024 starts panicking] SCP-024-1: He- he’s lying. SCP-024-5: Sorry to break it to you, but- [SCP-024-3 attempts to rise up and is blocked by SCP-024-5, both make noises of pain] SCP-024-5: Ow, that hurt- I mean, that didn’t hurt me. At all. Ow! [SCP-024-3 rises up when SCP-025-5 steps to the side] SCP-024-3: Hey! Um… you’re in my spot. SCP-024-5: Well this all went according to plan. SCP-024-1: Surely, it didn’t. SCP-024-2: Get out of here, Jack the Fibber! SCP-024-5: Alright, but you’ve seen the last of me! [SCP-024-5 sinks out] [EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED] SCP-024: One more question: Are there any other sides that Deceit has hidden away from me? SCP-024-3: … Yes. SCP-024-2: The dark sides. SCP-024: Well, that’s, not the answer I wanted, in full honesty. SCP-024-2: I made that name up, it’s pretty cool, right? SCP-024: Nice and foreboding, thank you. Dr. Picani: Are they all… dark? SCP-024-4: Yes. The darker parts of yourself are the sides you’re going to want to lock away the most. SCP-024: Oh. SCP-024-1: Well, best of luck with Joan. Or, as they say in the theatre, fracture a femur. SCP-024-4: What? SCP-024-1: The actual saying is break a leg, but I improved it. SCP-024-4: I hate both of this equally. SCP-024-1: Well. [SCP-024-1 and SCP-024-4 sink out] [EXTRANEOUS LOGS REDACTED] <End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-024-2 and SCP-024-3 have both confirmed that SCP-024 has more “sides” that are all negative characteristics of SCP-024’s personality. SCP-024 must be watched closely for more information on SCP-024’s additional “sides”.

[hahanoiwont]

Can you write some dragon Angus?

I sure fuckin’ can, buddy! Here’s some breakfast dragon Angus for the soul.

If anyone else wants to make a request, feel free to drop by my inbox!

Angus really likes working the the Bureau of Balance. They do a lot of really great things, like saving the world and trying at least moderately hard not to destroy entire cities (he remembers Phandolin now, but the Reclaimers still have nothing on his more violent, distant relatives). The moon was, of course, no icy mountain, but it was difficult for strangers to get to and much higher in the sky than Angus would be able to get a lair to otherwise.

Best of all, though, his lair was a veritable treasure trove, better than he had ever been able to collect before. He may not have an entire ancient palace like his grandfather (well, entire except for the silverware he’d been sent to fetch), but he had the current history of Faerun running beneath his wings. Angus is not a particularly fearsome dragon, but his hoard is something worth bragging about. And better than that, each part of it continues to come back to him.

He worries, of course, when the Reclaimers go off to retrieve relics. The smaller races are infinitely fragile and fierce as they are, they can’t protect themselves from everything. But each time, they come back hale and hearty with stories to be told and Angus can be a part of it! He’s right there over the stones of farspeech, helping them solve puzzles and dodge traps and making goofs with them. But his favorite part is what comes after.

Once the Reclaimers come back from Refuge, Angus is proud to show off the magic he’s been practicing. It comes easier to him than it would to the smaller folk, and Taako seems pleased, if exhausted by his date with death. But best of all, Taako makes so much food.

It’s the day after they’ve gotten back and Angus wakes up to a loud knock on the door and Taako’s voice saying, “Yo, Agnes, open up or I’m blowing your door up!”

Angus does very much enjoy having a door sectioning off his bedroom from the rest of his home, so he quickly rushes to let Taako in, still in his pajamas but thankfully also still in his humanoid form. Taako leans dramatically on the door frame, because Taako is a ridiculous elf.

“Thank the gods, I nearly died waiting there. You took forever, Ango, that could’ve been my whole lifetime. Six hundred years for you to open the door!” he whined, clutching his chest. Angus supposes dragons are wont to lose track of time for a couple decades, but he’s pretty sure Taako was waiting for a maximum of fifteen seconds.

“What can I help you with, sir?” he chirps, ready to start the day. Maybe a new magic lesson? Or a fun puzzle that needs solving?

What Taako’s got planned is even better, though.

“Gonna need a hand in the kitchen, little man,” he says. “Somethin’s up with your eyes, fix that shit first. Meet me in the suite in ten or I’m starting without you!”

And just like that he whirlwinds right back out, umbrella swaying jauntily. Angus rushes to the bathroom and sure enough, his eyes are a brighter silver than is normally achievable. He hastily reapplies his transformation and rushes to the Reclaimers’ suite with eight minutes to spare.

When he gets there, Taako is just arriving, and he groans to see Angus.

“The fuck, it is way too early to be this fast,” he greets, ruffling Angus’s hair. He doesn’t mention the eye thing even though to Angus’s knowledge, most humanoids don’t have changing eye colors, and certainly not structures. He does start banging around Magnus’s pots and pans, though.

“Fuckin’--ugh, what kind of shit is--what I wouldn’t give for a cast-iron pan, swear to god--have to do everything myself,” he mutters, setting a couple of tins and pans he hates the least on the table.

“What are we doing today, sir? Are we making something?” Angus asks, because he’s not gonna mention anything if Taako isn’t. Maybe later, when he’s had a chance to forget it a bit, assume it was a trick of the light.

“Yeah, we’re making a bomb-ass brunch is what we’re doing. Gonna feed those goobers, see if we can lure some others in with the smell,” Taako says absently, holding a pan in both hands and looking hard at it. It begins to turn black where he’s touching it, slowly.

“Sir? I thought you didn’t cook for people you want to not die?” Angus asks, because he would really like to know if Taako’s decided to assassinate the whole Bureau campus before it happens.

“Nah, turns out that whole thing was totally not my fault. Big misunderstanding. HR thing,” he mumbles. “‘sides, you guys are all about human cuisine, right? Thought you’d like to try making some.”

Angus looks intently at Taako, who looks intently at the pan he’s transmuting. He doesn’t seem to realize he’s said anything out of the ordinary, but...silver dragons are well-known for enjoying human and elven feasts. Several of Angus’s relatives will create special forms with elaborate backstories in order to go to a good enough party. Angus investigates.

“You guys?” he asks. Taako still isn’t paying him much attention, though he’s almost done with the pan.

“Yeah, you know,” he says vaguely. “Had a friend like you once. Good year.”

Is it possible that Taako had befriended a dragon before? Has he seen through Angus’s disguise already?

“Sir? What do you mean?” Angus presses. If Taako tells the Director...

Taako finishes with the pan and looks up. “Huh? Sorry, what was I saying?” he asks. He’s got that look on his face that he does sometimes, when he wanders off in the middle of a conversation or asks for someone who isn’t there. An expression very similar to the one he’d gotten after blowing Angus’s macaroons to pieces and carving three letters into the wall.

Was ‘Lup’ a dragon?

Angus whips out his notebook and writes knows dragon? for one year? Lup/forgot??? before Taako slaps it out of his hands.

“Hey, didn’t bring you here to be my shrink, little man. Why don’t you whip up a mage hand and start stirrin’, we’re on pancakes today.” Taako himself starts portioning out ingredients and intermittently hurling them at Angus, who frantically summons a mage hand to help guide them to a bowl.

“Sir, I think this would work better if you stopped throwing things!” he protests, but Taako laughs at him.

“Hell no, little dude, you gotta have fun with it! That’s what partner cooking is all about!” he chortles, and then throws an egg. Gently, but he still is throwing an egg and Angus’s face. He barely catches it. “Gimme some fire!”

And, well. Angus is not a creature of chaos, not like elves in general and Taako in particular are, but it’s very hard not to have a good time when someone like an older brother is guiding you through the delicacies of human cooking and making dumb jokes on the way. He explains each part of the recipe in his offhanded way, never assuming that Angus will know about all the various utensils used by little folk for food preparation, but not quite crossing the line into patronizing without a good goof to make up for it. And when Magnus comes out of his room, looking vague and forgetful, the two of them keep an eye on him while he enthusiastically stirs pancake mix (Taako insists he’s getting it gluey and gross, but Angus thinks he’s probably fussing), and it’s a good morning.

Yeah, the Bureau makes for a great hoard, but Angus think maybe the greatest treasure was love all along.