Welcome To My Domain

“Oh...Hi? It’s nice to know I’m still considered interesting. Haven’t really gotten many questions lately, so, and don’t faint from this information, I was wondering about my purpose in this world. I know, it’s unbelievable. I mean, a spot lighter like me, given no attention?” It cackled.

“I feel a particular someone watching me....~”

"Haha! So who's filthy now?"

"Feel like apologizing yet?"

A group of about three teenagers ganged up against the white-haired boy at an alleyway this morning. They all look like they came from the same school, considering the matching uniforms they're wearing. One of the bullies was grabbing him by the collar and swinging punches to his bruised and bloodied face, while the other two taunted and laughed. The victim didn't fight back, due to his passive nature. Instead, he replied in a raspy voice with a weak timbre; the kind that anchors your soul a single moment.

"I have nothing to apologize for."

With it’s new host secured, Dyo rooted around in the other’s brain. Taking note of the layout of the school. Perfect. Perfect indeed. 

First things first, though. It had to get rid of its previous host. 

Slinging the corpse over it’s shoulder, it whistled as it carried the body outside, unceremoniously dumping it in some bushes.

With that done, it started searching for the child. It wanted to make sure he was safe, after all.

When Dyo spotted the miniature God, it ran over.

“Oh...Hi? It’s nice to know I’m still considered interesting. Haven’t really gotten many questions lately, so, and don’t faint from this information, I was wondering about my purpose in this world. I know, it’s unbelievable. I mean, a spot lighter like me, given no attention?” It cackled.

It frowned as it watched the other. Hmm.

Hughes doesn’t know how to deal with such a manipulative punk like Dyo... but he won’t comment on how the entity’s escaped it’s cell.

     Alarms blaring, it seems Madeline didn’t take kindly to their attempts at containing her, reasoning with them utterly useless as her anger boiled, hair starting to glow pink. So confident and arrogant in thinking they could control her and told her as much. After pleading, patience gone and pushed to her limits as her scream of rage became distorted, “Oh yeah?! Oh fucking yeah you bastards?! Let’s see if your shitty place can stop this!” Having enough once she realized they were going to put her in a cage? The fae had done an ultra dash with her headbutt through several dozen layers of metal, stone and concrete, where she happened to free countless SCPs... yet ended up in the containment operations of SCP-35. 

Hmph. Fine. You have my word. I won’t try and cross you.  

Dyo didn’t argue that it was far from scared. Even if it made it seem like it was a bit more pathetic, it’d take it. Maybe being seen as pathetic could be a good thing. They would underestimate it.

Placed on the man, Dyo slowly stretched. “Awwwwwwwwwww yeah! It is good to be back, baby!” He pumped his fist into the air before glancing around, then at the fae.

Hughes doesn’t know how to deal with such a manipulative punk like Dyo... but he won’t comment on how the entity’s escaped it’s cell.

Dyo was a lot of things, but disloyal to those that had earned it wasn’t one of them. 049 was one of those people, even if he had been shutting him out recently, that didn’t mean he deserved to die.

     Alarms blaring, it seems Madeline didn’t take kindly to their attempts at containing her, reasoning with them utterly useless as her anger boiled, hair starting to glow pink. So confident and arrogant in thinking they could control her and told her as much. After pleading, patience gone and pushed to her limits as her scream of rage became distorted, “Oh yeah?! Oh fucking yeah you bastards?! Let’s see if your shitty place can stop this!” Having enough once she realized they were going to put her in a cage? The fae had done an ultra dash with her headbutt through several dozen layers of metal, stone and concrete, where she happened to free countless SCPs… yet ended up in the containment operations of SCP-35. 

Hey! Hey! I know, right? These people are such a bore. Imagine, thinking they can contain beings like us, gods like us! We should band together and prove to them we’re more than we appear. Make them kneel before us!

Nothing manipulative or concerning there.

The sirens started to blare, the whole rooms being bathed in red. Over the intercom, someone was yelling about multiple Euclid and Keter containment breaches.

We don’t have much time. They’ll be sending MTF squads soon. Put me on your face, and lets get out of here!

Hughes doesn’t know how to deal with such a manipulative punk like Dyo... but he won’t comment on how the entity’s escaped it’s cell.