Once again, you’re stuck listening to the lecture of an adult who doesn’t know what she’s talking about. This one is even a D-class agent, just like yourself.
“We need to find that SCP, there’s no telling what will happen if it stays out for too long-”
“It’s classified as safe,” you say dryly as you close up the box you had just been sifting through, “Nothing bad is going to happen. If it were an euclid, then I would be worried.”
The woman frowns. Or, well, she keeps frowning. She seems like the type to frown a lot. “Can’t you take this a bit more seriously,” she asks.
The question instantly hits a nerve, and suddenly you want to cooperate with her even less. Why do people always do this? You’re competent at your job of keeping records for SCPs, so why do they keep distrusting you?
“Miss Inabaaaa! Miss Ripleyyyy!”
Both you and the woman look up and to the doorway of the storage room. A young boy is standing there with a box in his hands, and he looks particularly proud of himself. “Don’t worry,” he says cheerfully, “I have it right here!”
You’re about to say ‘why do you even have it,’ but Ripley speaks up first. “And just who are you kid?”
"I'm Yoshi Nanase! Everybody calls me Trash, Pest, Maggot, Spineless, Dust, Plankton, Moron and all sorts of other things, so call me whatever name you like!"
What.
You glance over to Ripley, raising an eyebrow to silently ask ‘what the hell?’, and you are met with a similar look in return.
♥ week three
“We need to find that SCP, there’s no telling what will happen if it stays out for too long-”
“It’s classified as safe,” you say dryly as you close up the box you had just been sifting through, “Nothing bad is going to happen. If it were an euclid, then I would be worried.”
The woman frowns. Or, well, she keeps frowning. She seems like the type to frown a lot. “Can’t you take this a bit more seriously,” she asks.
The question instantly hits a nerve, and suddenly you want to cooperate with her even less. Why do people always do this? You’re competent at your job of keeping records for SCPs, so why do they keep distrusting you?
“Miss Inabaaaa! Miss Ripleyyyy!”
Both you and the woman look up and to the doorway of the storage room. A young boy is standing there with a box in his hands, and he looks particularly proud of himself. “Don’t worry,” he says cheerfully, “I have it right here!”
You’re about to say ‘why do you even have it,’ but Ripley speaks up first. “And just who are you kid?”
"I'm Yoshi Nanase! Everybody calls me Trash, Pest, Maggot, Spineless, Dust, Plankton, Moron and all sorts of other things, so call me whatever name you like!"
What.
You glance over to Ripley, raising an eyebrow to silently ask ‘what the hell?’, and you are met with a similar look in return.