Time
@nstasia
‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’
How long ago was that? Judging by the June breeze that rippled through this world, it would seem that was far back months ago in February. Such a long time ago that was– with the winter vanishing into the past, the snow melting to be replaced. Tall grasses that reached up to the sky, dancing in the wind, with flowers that caught gusts and bowed to the breath of the atmosphere. How long ago was it since he had seen another person in a lab coat? How long ago was it since he was trapped in white walls? How long ago was it since he felt those chains that squeezed the air out of his throat, that made his shoulders pop behind his back, that twisted his wrist– how long ago?
The bark of the tree that supported him felt so firm and gentle, it caught the ‘clothing’ that donned his body, but for the most part he was alright. The light for which shined down through the branches of the trees that shaded him from the bright sun, it provided the perfect lighting for him to write in his journal. The yellowing pages matched with the ink of a pen he had found in an alley way a long time ago, it all worked to sustain his notes and his research, things he had discovered and hypothesis he must test when he recovered completely from his injuries. The burns that covered his body back then were now healing nicely and were being replaced by skin, which was then covered by the clothing that grows out of his body.
The sound of a branch cracking just out of sight made him jump and he almost drew a line on the page, thankfully he did not. Milky blue eyes looked back and peeked out from his side of the tree, making contact with the form that stood just a ways off staring at him. Oh he did not like this, for some reason he detected something he wasn’t all too fond of. There was something wrong here, perhaps this was an unfortunate turn of events, or perhaps it was because of the dull throb in his skull, or maybe even because he was just paranoid. Whatever the reason for his suspicion, he was not pleased to see this stranger. Pulling himself from the ground with a wince, he got to his feet.
“What can I help you with?”
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