#schemad

[thilsworld]

Today a VERY important package arrived...

BUMBLEBEE PLUSHIES

The small one was for me, the bigger one for my mom

After having sat there waiting for the package to arrive for nearly 2 hours (cause the delivery window kept moving forward 1 or 2 minutes at a time...) I went back to my room and did some organising of my bookshelf.

Since I had to drop out of uni I have recently started getting rid of old notebooks and selling my study material books. And while sorting through those today I found an old book I had gotten as a gift from my mom: a neuroscience coloringbook!

I never actually got started on the book since I was too busy with actual uni work to focus on more neuroscience during my free time. But now I finally can, so I grabbed a mug of tomato soup to keep me warm (since I don't like tea or coffee), and started on page one, which was the start of a chapter about what a neuron even is. Fun stuff

As I'm writing this right now it's 20:38. Not too late yet, but I'm gonna go read a bit in bed, then put on a podcast and fall asleep.

With my new friend fuzzy by my side (that's the bumblebee in case you couldn't guess lol)

She's so cute

[the-shipping-machine]

Immortal grandpa is found

summary: Dr. Jack Bright was told by his grandmother that his grandfather died when he was six. When he found out it was a lie, he discovered that his grandpa was closer than he thought.

Sometimes immortality can be genetic. That’s something that Dr. Jack Bright has discovered recently. He knew about his own Immortality and used it in order to tease death many times (and to annoy his co-workers, some of the SCPs and probably his neighbors too.), but never truly thought about his family members.

When he was younger, Jack Bright was told by his grandmother that his grandfather passed away. Jack remembered just a little bit about his grandfather at this point- a young man with dark-brown hair and ocean blue eyes (For the record, Jack’s mother gave birth to him in young age). She claimed he died in a war or something like that. It was a long time ago, so Dr, Bright doesn’t remember much. He only remembers some blurry childhood memories, along with a tiny peek at the man’s look and his name- Joe. A long time passed since then, and Bright buried everything but a body.

That was at least until he decided to take a DNA test, and the doctors found a strange match. When Bright stared at the result papers, he never expected to see himself related to an uncontained SCP, especially one who caused an entire base to get nuked. When he searched through the foundation’s files, he finally got this SCP’s. 

SCP-1504: Joe Schemo.

Bright held the papers tight. His hands were shaking and his eyes teared up. He had to find him.

There are many theories about Joe’s whereabouts, so Bright decided to take some time off to go test these theories. The one who made sense the most was that he lives with another breached SCP, SCP-2428-1 (Also known as “Mr. Mad”, who has breached on  [REDACTED], and the two of them are in a town laying not so far from the remains of site [REDACTED]. 

Wearing casual clothes for the first time in forever, Bright walked down the streets of this small town, looking anywhere for any lead. And up there, next to the bar, he saw Mr. Mad. The blond man, wearing a trapper hat and bandages on his left eye, walked out of the bar and stopped as he noticed the doctor.

He blurted out a slur in Russian before he began to run. Bright chased after him, apologized to anyone he pushed out of his way. Mad was fast, but so was Bright.

Mad reached his caravan, ran over to the young man on the front lawn and held his hands tight.

“Joe, we gotta go.” Mad said. “One of the SCP guys is here... he saw me!”

That was when Bright reached over there as well, and Joe looked at him in a surprised look. He wasn’t surprised from fear, but rather... nostalgia.

“Jack?” Joe asked, walking over to the panting doctor.

Dr. Bright just looked at him, giving him a soft smile.

“How are you doing, grandpa?”

The three of them entered the caravan, where Jack saw another familiar figure running towards them. It was SCP-1424, Also known as “Patches”. The dog sniffed Jack’s leg, and his tail began to wiggle.

“Hey there, little guy!” Bright said, picking the puppy up hugging it. “Long time no see!”

“So you’ve met Patches, I assume.” Joe giggled.

“Used to walk the little guy around the base until everyone complained about ammonia poisoning.” Bright said.

“Man, these mortals are weird. Getting poisoned from a puppy.” Joe laughed. 

“Sorry to interrupt you two but...” Mad said, confused as hell. “What in Wodertainment’s name is going on in here?”

“Mad, remember when I told you that I had kids?” Joe asked.

“Yeah.” Mad answered. “And one of them gave birth early, right? Eve, i think?”

“Yup.” Joe said. 

“So... Dr. Bright is her son?” Mad asked.

“Yup.” Joe and Bright answered at the same time.

“Well, shit.” Mad laughed. “That explains a lot.”

“I’m afraid to ask what do you mean by that, babe.” Joe laughed.

“I’m gonna go grab some drinks.” Mad said. “You want some, Dr. Bright?”

“You can call me Jack, Mad.” Bright said. “And... sure. Why not?”

As Mad walked to the kitchen, Joe and Bright sat on the couch, with Patches laying on Jack’s laps.

“Grandma told me you died in a war.” Bright said.

“If there’s something I’ve learned from being Immortal is that you have to fake your own death before people would suspect,” Joe said. “You, your grandma, your uncle, your mom... sure, you’re all important to me, so I had to protect you from my secret.”

“Why would you protect us from your own immortality?” Jack asked, petting the dog who has already fallen asleep.

“There are many reasons, Jack.” Joe sighed. “I didn’t want anyone to hurt you. I didn’t want your life being ruined because of me.”

“You didn’t know I was immortal too?” Bright asked.

“Nope. Not really.” Joe said. “I was surprised when I heard Dr. Loyd talking about you back then.”

“Speaking of Dr. Loyd...” Bright began to ask. “Why have you breached?”

“You know my effects were slowly driving me crazy. When you’re being alive for so long... being IGNORED for so long... You lose your mind. So... the fact that you and Mad can listen to me calms me down.” Joe said. “And before you ask, the nuke wasn’t a part of the plan. Didn’t even know they can do this.”

“Every base can do that.” Bright said. “Why else I wouldn’t be allowed in the security office?”

The two of them laughed. 

After Mad came back with a few beer bottles, the three of them talked and laughed about this and that, gossiped about this person and that person... Bright truly felt like a part of a family. 

When he was about to leave, Joe asked him to wait a second.

“Look, I know you’re supposed to secure, contain, protect and shit, but uh...” Joe said. “Please don’t tell the foundation that we’re here. I know we’re not ‘normal’, Jack, but... We want to be treated like we are.”

Bright gave his grandpa a soft smile.

“Don’t worry. We’re family.” Bright said. “I won’t tell them shit.”

Joe pulled him into a hug.

“It was nice seeing you again, kiddo.” Joe said. “Sorry I wasn’t there for the most part of your life.”

“That’s okay, man. I enjoyed too.” Bright said. 

And at that moment, Bright knew his grandpa came back to his life.

[the-shipping-machine]

Mad:

Joe Schemo:

[the-shipping-machine]

Shippey’s trying to write some action and fails OwQ

Summary: Schemad angst? Schemad angst. Also, Little Misters being a bunch of action movies protagonists.

One text message.

That’s all it took to get Joe out of his van and running stressed down the streets.

His brown hair was a mess and his heart was beating faster than the speed of light.  He didn’t care about the people staring at him. He didn’t even apologize whenever he pushed one. 

He kept staring at the screen, realizing he got two more messages from his beloved.

“Don’t fucking try to find me?” Joe mumbled to himself. “To hell with that.”

As e kept on running, he typed.

His legs began to ache, but he didn’t care. Hell, he didn’t even know where his boyfriend was but he kept on running.

It took Mad around three minutes to replay.

He doesn’t even know where the hell did Wondertainment come from. Fucking hell.

Well, Joe needed help at that moment. But who could probably know the whereabouts of that bastard?

Then, it hit him.

He closed the message app and dialed a number.

“Dude,” The voice on the other side answered with a yawn. “Do you even know what time it is?”

“Money, it’s not the fucking time to complain!” Joe said, almost yelling at the phone.”

“Wow, you sound panicked.” Money said. Joe could hear him sitting on the bed.

“Wondertainment kidnapped Mad, man!” Joe said. “Mad fucking texted me, he doesn’t know where he is, and I’m fucking terrified.”

Money went silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

“Where are you, Joe?” Money asked, this time in a cold serious tone. Joe never heard him speaking in that tone.

Joe told him where he was, and it took about five minutes for Money to get there in his green car.

“That was quick.” Joe said, trying to joke to hide his worries.

“Get in. I told the others, they’re on their way.” Money said.

“How do the others know where he is?” Joe asked.

“Told Hot, and if my theory is correct than Wondertainment might be where we think he is.” Money said. “Trust me, I know what it’s like to be kidnapped by Wondertainment. “

Joe sat at the passenger seat, staring at the screen quietly and waiting for Mad to send him anything. Giving him any sign that he’s... alive. He opened his mouth, willing to ask some of the questions he had on his mind, like “What if this is all a trap?” or “What if we’re too late?”, but the words couldn’t come out of his mouth.

Even when they have reached the place, Joe got no messages from Mad. Brass, Sweetie, Lost, Hot and Forgetful were watching the place.

“We made it early.” Sweetie said. “Wondertainment left the place a minute ago.”

“Wanted to shoot him, but Brass stopped me.” Hot said.

“You could’ve caused a goddamn scene, H!” Brass said.

Lost looked at Joe, who seemed on the edge of having a mental breakdown.

“How are you holding up?” Lost asked in a calm voice.

“How does it look like I’m holding up?” Joe asked in response. 

“Where are the rest?” Money asked.

“Moon and Hungry are too old for this, LD would die again, Shapey, Fish, and Headless haven’t slept in ages, Laugh is at the hospital...” Brass said. 

“Lie doesn’t want to go back here, Stripes sleeps deeper than all of us, Chameleon is inside, checking for security...” Sweetie continued. “Soap has therapy, Smiles is too young and Redd volunteered to babysit him.”

“So it’s just us?” Forgetful asked.

“And Joe.” Money said.

“Oh, hey, Joe!” Forgetful said, remembering that Joe is there. Joe wasn’t offended. He knew Forgetful would...Well, Forget.

After a few minutes of planning, they broke into the warehouse. Joe had one job- Grab Mad and get the fuck out of there. It was supposed to be a simple job for him, since he cannot be killed nor harmed. But... He was anxious as hell. He was scared of finding Mad’s dead body laying or the ground, or even worse- not finding him at all.

He was standing in front of a rusty metal door. Money told him this is where Wondertainment usually keeps his “prisoners”. Without even taking a deep breath, he launched at the door with all his might, knocking the damn thing down.

That’s when he saw him. The blonde man was sitting on the floor, looking down and pulling his trapper hat down to cover up his face. He had a bit of blood on his hand, and his phone, that laid next to him, had a broken screen.

“Mad!” Joe said as he ran to his boyfriend.

“Don’t look at me...” Mad sobbed.

“What did he do to you?” Joe asked, only to receive silence as an answer.

“Mad, what did this bastard do to you?” Joe asked again.

Joe lifted his hat a bit, but mad quickly covered his left side of the face with his hands before Joe could see something.

“Mad, please. You have no idea how worried I am.” Joe said, gently moving Mad’s hand.

The entire left side of Mad’s face was covered in long bleeding scratches, but most of the blood came from his eye. When Joe gently touched the area, that’s when he realized that Mad had no left eye at all.

“Mad, your eye...” Joe said.

“He... he tried to destroy me.” Mad said, looking into Joe’s eyes. “He mannaged to damage my face and pull my eye out, but I fought him.”

Joe cupped his cheek as Mad looked down.

“God, I probably look like shit, am I?” Mad asked.

“Nah, I think you’re beautiful.” Joe said, softly kissing his missing eye, causing Mad to blush.

“We should probably get out of here.” Mad said. “I mean, the others might be worried, and I assume you left Patches alone at home.”

Joe assisted Mad to get up and the two of them left the building, meeting with the other misters.

“At least it was just an eye.” Joe said on their way home.

“Does that mean I’m a pirate?” Mad asked, causing Joe to laugh.

“No. That only makes you half blind.”

[the-shipping-machine]

Ignored

Summary: Everyone’s always looking for a cure for mortality. Everyone wants to live forever. But for Joe Schemo, immortality is a curse.

Warnings: Might include hints of self-harm and some bad language 

Do you know what it feels like to be immortal? To be able to live forever, to be unable to be killed or harmed?

Fucking terrible.

Joe hated it when people say they wish they could live forever, or stay young forever. They were imbeciles and naive in his eyes. They all thought it’s fun and games, not realizing the pain and costs. 

Joe had to watch people he loved being born and die. Friends...family...lovers... They all come and go. Yet, it’s not the only reason he hated his immortality.

He was invincible. Well, not to the eye, of course. He looks like a normal person. The problem was that people ignored him. He could say one thing and they’d hear something that is completely unrelated to what he said. 

He was suffering. He wanted to scream, to vent, but felt like his words would fall on deaf ears. He tried to do bad things to himself in order to feel pain, but with no success. No matter how many needles he used, not even one drop of blood came out. No matter how tall an object was, no bones were broken after the fall.

One day, he was captured by some organization. “SCP” they called themselves. He was surprised that some people finally noticed him. He didn’t care about the prison they put him at. 

“If they caught me, they might be able to listen to me.” he thought.

He got his hopes way too high. 

They didn’t. Just like other mortals, they’ve heard things he didn’t say.

He began to despise the place. His cold lonely cell, the security guards, doctor Loyd...

That day, he discovered other abilities.  He can hack every electronic device with only one thought. He could read every file the organization had, even the most restricted data they have. He could control everything in that base...

It was perfect.

They nuked the goddamn base.

Joe can remember the loud alarm, the bright red lights, the panic... then he remembers the explosion.

He remembers the feeling of floating, and when he opened his eyes he saw people he once knew- the lovers he had, the kids that used to call him their father... They were all looking at him.

“Am I finally dead?” he asked them with a hopeful smile.

All they said was one word. One painful, breaking word-

“No.”

He remembers how his smile turned into a scream as he felt like something pulls him back.

And then he woke up.

Eyes teared up as he screamed in agony. He was still alive. He was still alive after a nuclear bomb exploded. If that didn’t kill him... then what will?

He got up, scanned the area. So many dead bodies and disoriented shapes. They didn’t make it. They didn’t make it and he did, and he fucking hated it.

He knew the rest of the organization would find him alive, so he decided to start running. He just ran as far as his legs could go. 

He has reached a pub in some town. Alcohol... That would possibly cheer him up a little. 

“Oh, come on, dude!” he heard a voice coming from a man near the bar. “I’m at the legal age to drink!”

“You look like a twelve-year-old.” The bartender responded.

The man let out a slur in a foreign language, Joe thinks it’s Russian, and left. The man stopped when he saw Joe, or rather, the outfit he wore with the SCP symbol.

“SCP...” the man said, looking at Joe. “Thought I was the only one to escape this place.”

Joe looked at the man, surprised. The man had dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, wearing Adidas outfit and a trapper hat. His skin was pale and filled with freckles.

“You’re also an SCP?” Joe asked.

“Let’s not talk about it here.” the man said. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Joe asked. 

“Somewhere these guys won’t catch us.” the man said. 

Joe realized he had a point. He wore the SCP outfit and came over there a few hours after an entire SCP base got nuked. He decided to go with the man.

The two of them reached a caravan. The man pulled out his key and opened the door, inviting Joe inside.

“Welcome to my place.” the man said, taking a bottle of Vodka out of a cabin as Joe sat on the sofa. “The name’s Mr. Mad.”

Joe recognized that name from one of the files he read.

“Mr. Mad as in SCP-2428,” Joe said. “You’re a safe object, made by Dr. Wondertainment. You can cause hallucinations, or maybe you’re the hallucination yourself. ” 

“Wow, I’m not even going to ask how do you know that stuff.” Mr. Mad said with a smile. “And you are...?”

“Joe. Joe Schemo.” Joe introduced himself. “Just caused the site to get nuked.”

“Heard that explosion. How did you survive?” Mr. Mad asked.

“I can’t be harmed or killed.” Joe said. “It’s a fucking nightmare.”

“Why?” Mr. Mad asked as he sat next to him. 

“I mean, not only that I have to watch everyone I love die, but it’s also that people ignore me or hear things I don’t say,” Joe said. “I bet that even you heard something else right now.”

“Unless that something else than the fact that people hear things didn't say,  then no.” Mr. Mad said.

“You... You can actually listen.” Joe said in shock.

“Not entirely human, my guy.” Mad responded and handed the bottle over to him. “Vodka?”

“Maybe later.” Joe said, and then returned to the conversation. “Anyways... now I ain’t got nowhere to go.”

“Well,” Mr. Mad said. “You can live here with me.”

“What?” Joe asked.

“I mean, come on, we’re both escaping the SCP,” Mad said. “We gotta help each other.”

“You really mean it?” Joe asked. 

“I mean, yeah. This house is pretty much mobile so we can move whenever they get close.” Mad said. “Plus, I can get this vibe from you that you’re scared of getting close to people because they die. I’m not really a human so natural death isn’t a thing for me. And I’ve been dying for a roomie.”

Joe pulled him into a hug. He didn’t know how to thank him for his kindness and for the fact he can actually listen. He tried to fight the tears as he simply laid his head on Mad’s shoulder.

“Uh, I’m gonna take this as a sign that you’re gonna live here.” Mad said, slowly hugging him back.

Joe was no longer ignored.

[the-shipping-machine]

Just a short Schemad thing

It was 9 PM when Mr. Mad finally entered the caravan. The good smell of burgers and the adorable Patches made him smile. He petted the sleeping dog for a bit before he went to grab a burger. His fur was soft and cold, and his tiny nose was wet. His boyfriend, Joe, would describe him as “The best birthday gift he has ever gotten from anyone”, and he had every reason to describe this dog that way. 

After eating the burger, he quietly limped to the bathroom to see how bad things were for him. He just came back from a fight with some thugs after he accidentally did “his thing” again. His vision in one eye became a bit blurry, and a few hit marks were visible on his face and body, and his left leg wasn’t in great shape. 

“Mad?” he heard a voice from behind him as he was looking at the injured eye of his reflection.

He turned around to see his beloved, Joe Schemo, looking at him with worry.

“What happened?” Joe asked as he was taking Mad to the sofa after grabbing a first aid kit from one of the bathroom’s drawers.

“Some guys bit me up on my way here.” Mr. Mad said, petting Patches who slowly woke up next to them. 

“Why?” Joe asked as he began to treat his beloved’s injuries.

“You know my effects on humans, Joe.” Mr. Mad said. “I accidentally caused them some hallucinations. Maybe I deserved it though. It might be dangerous for people to be around me, and-”

“Just shut up and let me treat you.” Joe cut him off. Mad could notice a bit of fear and worry in his tone.

“They got me pretty bad.” Mad said as he looked at one of his injuries. It was a bit left from his stomach. That wound wasn’t so deep, but it was big, painful and still bleeding. Patches smelled the wound and let out a small whine. Even without his vision, the dog knew it was ugly.

Joe kept treating that wound as he looked down, letting out a sign.

“They could’ve killed you.” Joe said.

Mr. Mad looked at him with a sad look. He knew Joe was terrified of losing someone he loves. He knew how happy he was when he found someone else who can’t have a natural death. Natural is the keyword.

You see, unlike Mad, Joe couldn’t be killed or harmed. He’s immortal. He watched his loved once being born and die, and he hated it. He almost gave up on loving anyone, but then he met Mad. 

Since Mad is one of Dr. Wondertainment’s creations, he can’t die from old age or starvation or diseases or things like that. He was kind of immortal too. But unlike Joe, he can be destroyed and killed, and Joe had serious nightmares about it.

“Joe,” Mr. Mad said. “I’m still here, okay?”

“I know, but...” Joe said. “What would happen if you’d get hurt in a worse way and I wouldn’t be able to help? Or get there when it’s too late? Or...”

“Joe, you don’t have to be my superman.” Mr. Mad giggled. 

“But I feel like I do,” Joe said. “I wasn’t able to save one of my loved ones from being murdered, and I won’t let you end up the same way she did.”

“Joe, I’m not a human. I’m some sort of a machine.” Mad gave him a soft smile and rubbed Patches’s belly. “If it’ll ever happen, Brass can help. He’s got the tools to fix me, and he got used to this when we were younger.”

“It happened before?!” Joe asked.

“You have NO idea how many times it happened to me before.” Mad laughed. “I literally call him ‘hospital’ on my phone.”

“So getting into some shit runs in your family, huh?” Joe giggled.

“Many things run in our family.” Mad said. “Some of them are pretty bad and people would usually get away, but...”

He looked into Joe’s eyes as the other one sat on the couch, smiling to each other.

“At least I got my Superman to be there for me when I need him.”

[the-shipping-machine]

Have some Schemad (With Patches) and a tired Shapey and lemme go back to the shadows.

[the-shipping-machine]

Just two immortal dudes being dudes.

[the-shipping-machine]

More Dark AU dribbles

“Brass,” Mad said to the hooded figure in front of him, dark mist surrounding his fists. “I do not wish to fight you.”

“And so do I.” The automaton said, playing with the dagger in his hand. “Yet, a duty is a duty.”

“A duty it is.” Mad sighed, then looked at the shadow creatures that watched. “You guys should leave. I don’t want any of you to get hurt because of some family drama.”

“But. Mr. Mad...” One shadowy figure asked.

“That’s okay, Joe.” Mad said, giving him a sad smile. “I knew this day would come.”

Joe stepped aside, staring down at the floor.

“Well, then,” Mad said, looking at the hooded automaton. “Let’s see if you can do what you promised to your bunch of foolish mortals.”

Without a warning, Mad charged at the robot, the mist growing larger and larger, as his smile grew wider and eyes went blacker. It was hard for Brass to block his brother’s attacks, yet was easy for him to attack him as well. 

Most of the shadow creatures around them decided to leave until only Joe remained, staring in horror as the battle goes on. He knew Brass is strong, yet knew his beloved’s strength as well. He didn’t want Mad to be murdered by some god-wannabe. Hell, he was ready to die again only so Mad wouldn’t have to be murdered by some god-wannabe.

His thoughts were cut short by a painful scream, and when he looked up, he saw Mad on the floor, trying his hardest to get up. Black liquid was coming out of his injuries and the mist around his fists became weaker and weaker.

Brass kept on striking, and Joe knew he had to do something. He charged at the automaton quickly disarming him. He later sat beside Mad, holding him gently as the man lost consciousness. 

“Leave.” Joe glared at Brass. 

“Fine. I guess he deserves his death slow and painful.” Brass responded, before turning around and leaving.

“Blyat.” 

That was the first word to come out of Mad’s mouth as he slowly opened his eyes and sat on the bed. He has been unconscious for a while and finally woke up. All of his injuries have been treated.

“Thank god, you’re awake!” Joe said, sitting next to Mad and kissing him gently.

“Wouldn’t have if you haven’t saved me back there.” Mad said. “Does everyone think I’m dead?”

“Only Brass,” Joe responded. “I let the others know.”

“Good. Let him think I’m dead.” Mad said. “The element of surprise might help us in the next time.”

Joe handed him a cup of black tea and Mad thanked him.

“You should probably rest for a while.” Joe suggested. “Your powers are gonna be weak for a while. I’ll help you with the other shadow creatures.”

“That’s a good idea, Joe.” Mad said, taking a sip of his tea and holding his boyfriend’s hand gently. “Thank you.”

“No problem, my love.” Joe said.

“I just hope that the rest of my siblings are okay.” Mad sighed, looking at an old photo of him with his siblings from the good days.

“And if not, we’re going to be there.” Joe said, kissing his cheek.”

“Yeah.” Mad said, laying his head on Joe’s shoulder. “Yes we will.”