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A foundation take draft for you all, hope you enjoy.
Tick Tick..
The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds
Tick Tick..
It had been like this for the past hour. The researcher sighed, looking back to the massive pile of paperwork he had to look over. Files upon files of missilanious anomalies that needed to be classified and redacted to prevent those who didnt need to know from, well, knowing. He sighed and took a sip from his black coffee, which had gone cold hours ago. He didnt care. Picking up the black marker that laid unused on the desk and taking off the cap, he marked up the page. "Ne mozhet imet' eto" the Russian muttered to himself, blacking out an entire line of text on the page.
Tick Tick Tick.
He took another sip from the mug while he eyed the words on the page. The mug was set down and more words were redacted and notes were written detailing why.
Tick Tick Ti-...
The doctor paused. He looked at the clock. The arms of it had suddenly stopped moving. He groaned audibly, sitting up and walking over to the clock and staring up at it. He took it off the wall and turned it on it's back. In the place of Foundation brand double A's, solid tin objects shaped like batteries were there. "hello, Simon. So nice to see you again" a deep warbly voice piped up from his desk. He faced it, seeing a humanoid form of jagged black lines dancing around themselves, spasticly intermingling and twisting about themselves. He felt he somehow recognized this anomaly, but didnt remeber quite right. The SCP, of course, definitely recognized him , and knew him on a first name basis. He remained silent, stoicly staring back at the jumble of reality and dis-reality. "oh, you think you're too good for me to respond? Alright... well, I wasnt very happy the last time you tried to.. what's your word for painful, embarrassing, wretched imprisonment? Oh yes, 'Containment'. What I nice word, makes it seem like you worthless SHITS are the ones in control." Simon rolled his eyes, reality benders were always full of them selves like this. He knew it was a reality bender, as he saw that the room no longer had an exit, and his cup of Joe had turned into liquid rubix cubes. The reality bender grinned a jumble of white scribbles curved in a sort of U. Simon spoke. "Ah yes, you. I remember the look on your face when I pulled that switch and fried every molecule in your host. Speaking of which, who is the poor soul who's body is being hijacked by you right now?" It frowned. _"that is irrelevant. I'm just here so you suff-" BANG BANG BANG BANG. The reality bender slumped over. While it was speaking, Simon had checked the inner pocket of his labcoat to see if the SCP had detected his pistol. To his surprise, it hadn't. Now the doctor walked over to the abandoned empty body, they eye sockets burned out and the body severely mutated. Simon laid the body in an open spare body bag he kept in his closet. "Ah... pizdets.." he sighed and turned on his radio, communicating for a repair team to come cut the room open. Then he sat back down on his chair and resumed redacting while he waited.

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