#scpsb

Tir.ed

(Just wanted to rp. I might give you some details about my OC later, I'm still working on her! :) )

(Ooc): sweet :D she sounds interesting I’m looking forward to it :)

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SB had noticed the sticky note on their door, a little above their reach, as they made their way back to their chamber after a quick visit to the CO2 room. After making sure that no one else had seen it and hopping up and down several times in an attempt to grab it from the door, they finally took hold of it as it floated to the ground.

They recognized the scent of blood on the yellow paper immediately, their nose scrunching under their mask. Reading the bloody words of the note, they tilted their head in confusion. They didn’t recognize this handwriting. It didn’t belong to Dr. Erwin, Foal, or Bright. They already checked Indigo off in their head because she’d never write in blood unless she was in some sort of hurry. Erwin might’ve, but they exclusively wrote in purple glitter pen. They spent a while analyzing the writing, clearly belonging to an adult, and it was most likely a last minute scribble.

- Plants (spicy)

- Aquarium gravel

- Crayons (dinosaur shaped)

- Pencils

- Paper

- Plastic

- Lighter fluid

- Glasses (crunchy)

- a r m

- light bulb

- glass

- DINO NUGGEST

- first edition holo charizard alt art cards

Taking the route back to her office to maybe clean the blood and fix her wounds, she spots the sticky note and checks it. "A what?.." She frowns slightly as she tilts her head when SB said her name is like a weapon. That was certainly new to her. She reads a bit more seeing Dr. Foal's and Erwin's name written there. That got her deep into thought. She wasn't the person to socialize THAT often so the names didn't ring any bells. She took out a new sticky note and snaps her dislocated shoulder back in place. She gave it a bit of a twirl before writing down with the ink and blood mixed together. "Huh. I never heard of them. I'm an antisocial person. Well except to you kid. -_-"

Thinking again, she write down an extra thing. "If I could I can maybe schedule to meet you. Be on the lookout." She then draws a small little eye on the note and stuck it at the lower spot so SB can get it. Yeesh she needs a chiropractor now. She got up gave her Kris a good spin before walking off once more.

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SB had watched and watched all day to see if they could catch their pen pal coming to their chamber. Of course, their attention span was next to none, so they got bored and went to take a nap. When they woke up, after battling with themself on what to do, they went and checked the door again, lightning up as they spotted the note.

To be honest, her claim of not knowing the two doctors quite confused them. Their whole life surrounded the two. Still, they reasoned, not everyone knew everyone. Everyone’s lives were different. SB was a little proud of themself for using what had been described to them as critical thinking. It felt nice being smart.

‘Be on the lookout.’ SB read. They looked up, as if just then they’d see her, or maybe she was watching. They felt a little excited to

She thinks for a few moments before walking away, humming some random tune.

OOC: AH she’s back :> Also I received this at like 5am what

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SB recognized the sound of footsteps from outside their chamber, even if from across said chamber. They thought maybe it was someone they knew, but they didn’t hear the loud creaking that meant that the door was opened. They made the small trip to their makeshift living room, looking to see if anyone was there. No one. Yet, they’d heard faded humming. SB didn’t like not knowing things so they went up to the glass looking into the chamber before subsequently remembering that it was one way.

In a few short seconds, they made their way to the door, managing to reach up high enough to open it. Pushing the heavy door open a crack, they looked around, a few researchers passed by, wondering what SB was doing but no one said anything. SB caught a faint glimpse of someone turning the corner but thought nothing of it, almost closing the door again before they spotted the yellow sticky note on the door out of the corner of their eye. It was placed lower this time, that much they could appreciate.

SB thought for a moment if this was a good idea. This could be some sort of trap to lure them. It could be some kind of-

That thought was immediately interrupted by SB grabbing the sticky note off the door and kicking the door shut.

Making their way over to the middle of the room, they sat crisscross on the carpeted floor, analyzing the note. They recognized the handwriting, they noticed. It was neater this time though. And written with an actual writing utensil. They took note of the question, as well as the ‘Ps.’ At the bottom. Before further inspection, they grabbed a green crayon, writing their name out in a surprisingly neat yet characteristically childish style—kudos to Dr. Foal for teaching them how to write.

“SB, what’s yours?”

Upon fully reading the postscript, they cocked their head a little in confusion. This was quickly refuted by the fact that it was fairly safe to assume that if something was missing, SB had either eaten it or attempted to. Or traded it. Nevertheless, they agreed not to eat this one. They’d wait it out. They weren’t too fond of being told what to do, though, so in the corner they wrote their own little postscript. A fairly modest:

“No.”

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Given you asked, SB is somewhat taken aback by the affectionate hair ruffle but nevertheless let it happen. They didn’t mind it. SB wasn’t used to physical touch or affection at all—save for getting wrangled whenever they managed to slip away from the security personnel watching over them—but they supposed it was okay.