Here you are! I hope you enjoy
If it was up to him, 049-J’s plan to impress you would amount to making you some lovely macaroni art, and stealing a trumpet. But, as he lacked macaroni, and the Foundation had a strict ‘no trumpet’ policy, 049-J needed some help.
That’s where SCP-999 came in. The best of partners, the greatest of wingmen, the most huggable and adorable SCP that ever existed. 999 was going to help 049-J win your heart.
If only he could stop being so awkward around you first.
Today’s plan was- it was good. It was a good plan, for sure. It involved saying hi to you, and then SCP-999 would come along, and 049-J would say something cool, blah blah blah.
Problem: you stepped into the corridor. And 049-J just kinda broke. Flatlined. Oh no, brain gone. You looked so pretty and then you smiled and you said, “Hello, SCP-049-J. How are you?”
049-J cleared his throat, and replied, “Same soup just reheated!”
And then he leaned back and crossed his arms. Except he fell over, because there was no wall behind him. He still kept the cool pose though, just, on the ground now.
You looked concerned, and like you were trying to fight a giggle.
“Ah, Yes. Of course,” you nodded, and suspiciously cleared your throat, “Well- I have to get going now. I’ll be seeing you.”
You walked right past him, and past SCP-999. The adorable peanut butter blob rolled up to SCP-049-J and sat next to him, burbling something comforting.
Next time. He’d get it right next time! Yeah.