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wolveria · 10 months

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The Raven’s Hymn - Ch 32

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “What did you dream?”

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You were led to another room not far, only further down the hall. This one had the typical layout of an interview room, and you were firmly placed into the metal chair with one restraint removed as the guard looped the chain through the small bar welded to the table.

The scientist, a man in his 50s with short-cropped grey hair, his face unfamiliar, didn’t sit at the other end, but instead consulted his tablet as he stood off to one side.

“What did you dream?” he asked without preface once your wrists were both shackled again. You the scientist with a scowl as you turned over the question in your head.

SCP-5964 was a coin forged in a time of bloodthirsty monarchs and civil war, except it had one unfortunate effect. Placing it under the pillow of a person would lead them to have a single, lucid nightmare. No matter how terrible or implausible the nightmare was, whatever happened in the dream would play out within 24 hours, leading to the person’s death. People have drowned in the middle of meetings, caught on fire swimming at the beach, or cannibalized while tilling a field.

You pressed your lips together to stop their trembling.

“I didn’t.”

The door opened.

“You’re lying.”

You sank in your chair. Site Director Leahy gave a nod to the other scientist, dismissing him before his eyes fixed on you. He sat in the empty chair that was your opposite, smoothing down his tie as he did so.

Your glare was unblinking.

“What did you see, Reid?”

“I didn’t see anything,” you repeated, inflection flat. “The SCP had no effect on me.”

Leahy gave you a look before glancing down at his tablet, scrolling through it until getting what he wanted. He then flipped it around for you to see, an image painting its surface in greens, reds, and yellows. It was similar to an infrared spectrum but with much more detail, able to monitor a subject’s hormone levels through the biometric lens of an advanced camera. One you hadn’t noticed in the room, but from its angle, you knew where it had been hidden: a ventilation grate.

The display showed you in a prone position, taken while you were asleep in that room, and showing heightened signs of brain activity and hormonal stress. You shrank in further on yourself as Leahy turned the tablet back around.

“Now you can see the lie for yourself. You gave all the indications of an intense dream. What was it?” When you held your tongue, he added, “We only have one more test, and it will be the last. For now.”

“Not going to threaten me some more?”

Your patience with the Site Director was at an all-time low. You were aching from interrupted sleep, chilled by cold sweat, and trying not to squirm from the discomfort of your damp undergarments.

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair.

“I can, if you wish. SCP-049 is being a little too willful these days. Perhaps a few minutes in a dark room with 173 will correct this newfound defiance.”

Despite his causal lean and the almost lazy drawl of his words, he wasn’t bluffing. Leahy clearly didn’t care about the policies against cross-testing with different SCPs, let alone punishing them.

You stared down at your hands, curled against the table and rendered harmless by unnecessary shackles. You didn’t know what to say. Because the SCP had reacted to you in an anomalous way, but unless you were going to die by 049’s cock in the next 24 hours, its effect was different.

A bubble of hysterical laughter lodged in your throat. You covered your mouth, but a choked noise still escaped.

“You’re not going to be sick, are you?” Leahy frowned. “If so, point it away from me.”

You coughed into your hand and swallowed down the giggle fit before it could start. This was beyond fucked, there was nothing funny about it, and yet the deranged imperative to laugh still remained.

“No, no… I’m fine.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Maybe I’ll stick you both with 173 and see who it favors more.”

“No!”

Your chains clinked as your back went stiff, and Leahy’s smirk told you he got the reaction he wanted.

Bastard.

Closing your eyes, you took a breath and forced yourself to think. You had to give Leahy something, and it damn well wasn’t going to be the truth. A believable lie was what you needed, but you’d never been particularly good at those, especially elaborate ones.

Maybe it didn’t need to be elaborate. Maybe it just needed to be incredulous enough to buy.

Maybe, you needed another liar.

You opened your eyes and let your shoulders sag just enough to indicate surrender.

“There was a containment breach.”

Now it was Leahy’s turn to sit up, his posture straight as he leaned against the table.

“In the nightmare?”

You nodded slowly, as if recalling the details against your will.

“It was… bad.”

“Who started it?”

“I don’t know.”

“How many casualties?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where does the breach happen?!”

“I don’t know!” you snapped back. “I just remember fleeing to a garage. There were Foundation vehicles, and we took one. To escape into the forest.”

“We?”

Leahy took the bait, but you hesitated. It wasn’t for show.

“Someone was… with me. An SCP.”

“Go on.”

Pressing your lips together, you shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

“I think he started the breach. He came for me, and we left together.”

“Who, Reid,” Leahy growled. “Give me a designation.”

You prayed for forgiveness. Even this SCP didn’t deserve the Site Director’s cruel attention.

“SCP-035.”

Leahy glared at you for a long moment in which you didn’t look away, not until you dropped your eyes, shame forcing you to hide. An emotion that was uncomfortably truthful.

The Site Director stood, not speaking to you again as he nodded to the guard and left the room. The two guards unlatched you from the table and led you to a place you’d been hoping to see: a heavy containment cell with thick doors and no way of escape. Leahy had bought your story, and you were on lockdown for the next 24 hours.

There was nowhere for you to rest, but you were delivered meals and clean clothes through an automated delivery system in the wall. It could have been worse, at least you were left alone and there was a rudimentary shower in one corner. But 24 hours was a long time in solitary, and your mind wandered back to a place it didn’t want to go.

The dream had been so real. Too real. Every detail was accurate, down to 049’s smell and the unique texture of his robes. You’d had no idea it was a dream, only an impending sense of it ending soon, perhaps your subconscious mind knowing it was inevitable to wake up. Your urgency for 049 to finish what you both had started had been all-consuming, and even now there was an echo, an emptiness left unfulfilled. Overt sexual desire wasn’t something you were prone to, but the dream version of yourself had had no compunctions about getting thoroughly fucked by 049 as quick as possible.

You buried your face in your hands and tried to think about anything but the dream, and like a lingering bad odor, 035 crept into your thoughts instead. Specifically, his words regarding 049—how old the SCP was, and that no one but you had touched him before. How the loneliness must affect him after centuries of solitude, even when surrounded by his disciples. You could imagine it all too well, the way 049 would keep them at a proper, polite distance. Hadn’t he tried the same with you?

It was difficult to know how much of it was truth, and how much of it was 035’s usual embellishment and love of a compelling story. It made sense that he would paint 049 as a tragic, romantic figure. It also didn’t mean he was wrong.

And then there was 035. You shouldn’t sympathize with such a dangerous anomaly, and yet, you hoped he wouldn’t face harsh consequences for your lie. Leahy was ambitious, but he wouldn’t be able to destroy the mask. The Foundation had tried many times, almost as many times as they’d tried to kill 682—who, apparently, might not be as dead as once thought.

And that same Foundation had known you were anomalous from the start according to 035. You didn’t know how it was possible, surely there would have been signs, and they wouldn’t have given you so much freedom with the SCPs. How much did Dr. Puli know? How much did Leahy?

049, 682, your own history. How reliable was this information with 035 as the storyteller? Unreliable narrator didn’t begin to cover it.

The one good thing about being isolated was it gave you plenty of time to sort out the last few days in your head, but by the end, you were ready to claw at the walls. Even seeing Leahy’s face when he entered your cell the next morning was nearly a welcome sight.

His satisfied smirk didn’t bode well, and neither did the guards at his side.

“Seeing as there were no containment breaches, it’s safe to assume the coin does not show you something that will inevitably happen.”

He moved closer and crouched, now eye level with you where you sat leaning against the wall.

“It shows you something that will never happen.”

The urge to give the Site Director a good punch while you had the chance fell away, the dream springing up in its place. An impossible dream, one that 24 hours had proved wouldn’t take place.

You looked away, hating that the disappointment on your face would sell the lie, hating even more that it wasn’t a lie at all.

“Get her up.”

Leahy moved out of your space, replaced by two guards who hauled you to your feet and secured the manacles around your wrists. They were beginning to chaff and bruise, but you didn’t resist as they led you to a freight elevator at the end of Heavy Containment.

Only when you got inside and Leahy inserted his keycard and put in a code did you pay attention, especially when he didn’t enter a floor number.

The elevator shuddered and began its descent, its movements utilitarian and not smooth as the lab elevators were. It kept going for a minute, then two, far past any floor that should exist.

Down, down, down. Straight into the belly of the beast.

You weren’t going to the basement levels. You were going beneath Site-20.

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dzthenerd490 · 2 months

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File: OC 17

SCP#: ADW

Code Name: Dusty the Healing Cat

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ADW has been assigned to Mobile Task Force Demeter-4 "Animal Control". When she is on a mission, she is kept at the established recon tent to assist the medical team, this mainly applies for major missions.

When not assigned to a mission SCP-ADW is "contained" as Site-AM. SCP-ADW is allowed to wander the halls, cafeteria, the lobbies and other areas accessible to Level 1 Clearance staff and lower. SCP-ADW has been given a collar to keep her out of restricted and dangerous areas. Each area has been given transmitters that activate when her collar is close enough. It will release a frequency tricking her brain into thinking there is a barrier in front of her preventing her from going beyond the restricted area. It should be noted that this is the same method used to keep other anomalous animals in Foundation custody safe.

Foundation staff are to either treat SCP-ADW kindly by giving her pets and allowing her to eat the crumbs of their food. However, if a Foundation staff member sits down and find SCP-ADW walking up to them and sleeping on their shoulder or lap they are to remain sitting until SCP-ADW gets off of her own volition. Foundation staff that don't like cats are advised to follow the containment procedures or at the very least just avoid SCP-ADW. Any Foundation staff that show hostility or even harm SCP-ADW are to be demoted by a single level and provide SCP-ADW a meal as an apology, there are no exceptions.

Picture of SCP-ADW while curled up on Agent Zato's lap and utilizing its anomalous effects on her.

Description: SCP-ADW is an adult house cat with grey fur and yellow eyes, DNA testing shows she just a normal member of Felis Catus species. SCP-ADW has the anomalous ability to heal anyone she sleeps on with 100% accuracy. Furthermore, when SCP-ADW rests on someone's lap or shoulder, they feel a sense of easy and reduction of anxiety as a whole. Mental conditions such as ADHD and Aspergers have been known to fade after repeated exposure with SCP-ADW and even lead to the brain expanding in memory, learning speed, and reduce chances of developing Alzheimer's disease.

SCP-ADW is very moody, and hates being picked up so to activate her anomalous abilities its always best to let her come to you instead. SCP-ADW has an anomalous sense to be able to see the true nature of people and often hisses at those that have or are destined to committee horrific atrocities. Given the questionable actions of most Foundation staff ethics wise, it's surprising that SCP-ADW even tolerates the staff at all. Though thankfully this anomalous ability of SCP-ADW has allowed Foundation staff to detect spies that somehow manage to get into Site-AM. It's because of SCP-ADW's sense and her ability to heal those she sleeps on is why she is labeled as Object Class Thaumiel.

SCP-ADW was discovered in 2022 by a Foundation agent named Zato. Agent Zato was off work and driving home when she stumbled across a dirty kitten on the road. She picked it up, took it home, cleaned the kitten, and named it Dusty. She was still suffering from pain from a bullet wound she got a week prior from a mission. SCP-ADW walked up to her and slept on her lap. After SCP-ADW left Agent Zato noticed she was feeling better, and the scars form her past wounds were gone. Agent Zato reported this to the higher ups immediately and brought SCP-ADW to the nearest Foundation Area base where her anomalous abilities were tested and revealed.

At the same time, it was revealed that one of the researchers there was a member of the Serpents Hand. He was trying to get promoted through the Foundation ranks to get his hands on more anomalous items and steal them all in one go. This was discovered when SCP-ADW kept hissing at him, and Agent Zato requested there be a more in-depth background check on him. After extensive research his origin was discovered, and he was apprehended by Foundation security. Because of this SCP-ADW is now considered a highly valuable asset to the Foundation and was sent to Site-AM. Agent Zato was given a position as security of Site-AM so that she could avoid further harsh missions and continue to be with SCP-ADW as the primary caretaker.

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dxwnfxll · 1 year

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Heyy if you mind could I make a request? :D

Could you write about the administrator and the O5 council reacting to the reader being immune to anomalous effects and being really strong.

like imagine they’re in a meeting and reader being a random MTF or researcher and then a Scp breaches and the reader just ragdolls it into the wall in front of them it would be really funny to see their reactions XD.Reader is gender neutral or female.And I don’t really care if it’s romantic or platonic.

anyways have a great night/day/morning <3

Alright i can do that!

(Fun fact! I actually wrote this already but tumblr fumbled and deleted it 💀 so i'm rewriting it yippee)

I'm gonna be writing this with my version of the admin, i don't have a design for him yet but you'll probably get how his personality is sorta through the writing lolol

The 05s will also be my own versions from my own au

Warning: Violence

The 05 with a reader whos immune and super stronk

Admin

-Admin had decided to go undercover once again, it had been awhile since the immortal man walked through the halls of one of his many sites.

-he missed watching the SCPs and talking with new faces, all he had as company for the past few years were just calls from various other immortal friends he had gained. Such as Dr Bright.

-He walked down the hallways feeling naked due to his signature hat having to be discarded in his room, he didn't know why he felt the need to hide it..but he always felt someone would guess who he was by it.

-he had his long hair tied up in a ponytail, it bounced a bit as he walked down the hallways of containment site 25-B.

-he should've known something was gonna happen in the site that contained such a dangerous anomaly. As he seemed to glance over at you in the break room, picking his new 'target' to befriend and act 'normal' with. The lights went out.

-he cursed as he knew what was to happen next, the sickening red color appeared painting the room. You two stared at each other like deer caught in headlights, before you cringed hearing the sound of scraping metal and a heavy explosion following it.

-maniacal laughter seemed to follow short fron the explosion, Admin ran over to the door trying to cover it as he could hear the bullets from nearby MTF.

-Admin then realized, if 076-2 wasn't neutralized soon..you two faced the possibility of drowning. Sure Admin had drowned before but he didn't want to exactly lose his new 'soon to be best friend' so quickly.

-he quickly opened the door "c'mon if you wanna live!" You were snapped from your thoughts as you ran over to him. You both began to run down the hallway, your lab coat being discarded along with his.

-You turned your head to see Able, he had thrown a nearby MTF into the wall. The sound of the MTF yelping in surprise could be heard till a sickening crunch. Watching as the blade Abel held went right through the MTFs gut before being withdrawn

-He stared over at you two through a few strands of hair that was covering his eye. He backed away from the MTF before beginning his pursue onto you both.

-Admin cursed as he grabbed your wrist, left right left right. You two ran turning multiple corners all while you watched the immortal warrior grow closer. Till finally he jumped in front of you both, the floor shaking a bit from the force.

-Admin stumbled back as the warrior stared down at you two, he raised his blade ready to cut you both down. You didn't know what to do but..fight.

-you charged at Abel with your fist drawn back, your fist connected with his chest and the warrior had been sent backwards. His sword immediately dissolving away once it touched the ground.

-The warrior hit the wall behind him creating a dent in it, he groaned glaring at you "finally! A worthy opponent." Admin almost feeling as if his jaw was about to hit the floor, he looked at you slowly as you kept your hands up.

-he quickly backed away as he saw Abel climb his way out of the dent he created, he cracked his neck before a sword appeared almost as if it had come from thin air.

-Admin doesn't remember how long the fight had lasted, but he does remember you coming out as victor. He remembers the feeling of utter amazement as he saw you 'kill' Abel.

-He didn't even know how to tell the MTF what happened without you sounding anomalous, so he told them the truth. And he made sure to tell the 05 as well with his own secret message to them.

-You remain as a doctor though, the 05 don't do much to contain you. Possibly they're watching to see what else may be up with you. Wanting to see if you have any other anomalous ability.

-That's when he starts seeing you becoming immune to specific SCPs, one of the site directors for site-19 had decided to ship 035 to the current site you both were at.

-supposedly someone was possibly planning to steal the mask and this site was the second most secure place that the mask could reside in.

-As 035 sat in his lil containment cell, you and Admin had been sent to speak to it. Admin could feel the pull the anomaly gave, the need to wear the mask. He had to take breathers to make sure he wouldn't be so stupid as to put on the damn mask.

-but you didn't seem all to affected by him, his words, his manipulative ways. Nothing. Admin began to grow suspicious then. No one was that immune to him except Gears, but that was only cause Gears was emotionless.

-By the time Admin had left, he already was planning to speak to the 05 about you. He couldn't wait to tell them alllll about your lil powers..and how you could possibly be a cure to his immortality.

05-6

-Unlike Admin the council doesn't usually get into the sites affairs, they don't go undercover and prance around site to site.

-as 05-1 would say 'we have a *job*, and we can't just play dress up and pretend to be some new idiot researcher for funsies'

-but there were still some 05 that did actually go undercover, and today 05-6 decided to go undercover.

-'Agent cowboy' in his youth, and now he was simply known as Mikell Cowboy. He decided it best to not use his last name while walking about site-19.

-he was thankful during this time his younger sibling was currently overseeing things at site-63.

-Mikell had decided to go undercover not cause there was some chaos agent undercover ready to make the site blow, or because the 05 assassin had come back and was targeting him. Nope! He had a completely different reason: he wanted normalcy

-now many would probably call Mikell stupid for deciding to go to site-19 of all places to find normalcy. Site-19 was a dangerous place..but then again Mikell was used to danger.

-that's when he met you, a JR researcher who had accidentally bumped shoulders with him "oh sorry!" You quickly said "i didn't see ya through the papers" Mikell gave you a nod "it's fi-"

-darkness, Mikell could feel anger bubbling inside of him as the red alarm lights colored the entirety of the hallway. The alarms going off and the announcements turning on

-you looked at him scared and confused "hey uh you wouldn't know what's going on would ya?" Mikell nods "i do, there's a breach. You know where the nearest shelter is?" You nodded "i uh yeah, shit the pa-" Mikell quickly took your arm dragging you with him.

-your papers flew up into the air as he yanked you to follow him, rushing down the hall he muttered a "forget the papers"

-you two rushed down hallway to hallway passing by researchers and even a couple D-class. Mikell didn't give anyone a second glance as he only focused on finding you two safety.

-as Mikell rounded a corner he cursed seeing 049 standing down the hallway, the doctor turned to look at him "i sense the pestilence within you."

-Mikell instinctively went to grab his guns by his side..when he remembered he didn't have them. Doctors couldn't just walk around site with two revolvers on their side.

-he put an arm in front of you as if that would protect you from the approaching anomaly. You felt the need to fight, no way would you go down like this.

-You moved past Mikell reeling your arm back before sucker punching the plague doctor, the plague doctor was thrown back. His scalpel clinking to the ground and him not to far from it.

-he groaned as he tried to sit up, but he just laid back down in pain. You looked at Mikell who had a pretty surprised look "...that was hot." "What?" "What?"

(Whoaaa i updated this with two more 05s :shock:)

05-1

-05-1 never EVER leaves her site.. Except for today. Today she decided 'why not walk around site-19?' Of course everyone knew who she was. She was the only 05 that *could* show her face without much of a consequence.. She was immortal after all

-05-1 is an awful woman, viewing many of the researchers on site as nothing but disposable or 'play things' so when she saw you she immediately thought 'new plaything'

-for the past couple of days she made appearances in your office, of course your ass freaked out who wouldn't?

-she mainly spoke to you as if you two were life long friends, asking about the latest SCP you were working on as she explored your office. Or asking about your colleagues while she sat across from you, leg over one another.

-today was no different, she was in your office tracing her finger over the top of your files. Slightly scoffing at the dust "do those janitors not know proper cleaning?"

-just as you were about to respond the power went out before slowly a red color seeped in, the alarm system blaring off "The site is experiencing technical difficulties, site is on lock down please remain where you are"

-05-1 would roll her eyes "how lovely" just as the sarcastic words left her mouth the two of you could hear muffled screams of terror and.. Something else.

-researchers ran past your office in a panic and 05-1 almost somehow knew what it was, quickly she acted and drew the blinds down looking back at you "don't just stand there L/n"

-with that you helped her, just as you drew the last blind you heard it 096s screams as he ran past your office. You felt 05-1s hand on your shoulder in a weird attempt to comfort you.

-You didn't need it though and even though you were one strong son of a bitch you were NOT about to try and fist fight 096.

-The lockdown luckily didn't last long, the entire time being spent with 05-1 attempting to distract you. She may be possibly the worst of the 05s but she still has a tiny bit of a heart.

O5-2

-In a similar case to 05-1 lots of researchers knew 05-2, it was hard not to know anyone that filled the chair. Anyone that became 05-2 were usually related to 05-1, descendants usually from her and admin both.

-This 05-2 was old, not geezer old but old enough to be someones father (in fact he *was* someones father) he had only visited the site to make sure things were going alright. Especially since 076-2 or 'Abel' seemed to be breaking out a lot.

-You were the site director walking with him as you spoke "he broke out a week ago, luckily he only killed one person-" "luckily?" "I well- better than a month ago when he caused nine deaths total. The researchers estimate he won't wake up for another couple months"

-Just as the words left your mouth the alarms began to blare, 05-2 didn't even try to contain the laugh that escaped through his lips. How completely ironic

-Of course you made it your mission to get to a safe house and protect 05-2 (luckily this was all before the scp was transferred over to containment site 2b) your mission right now was to make sure 05-2 made it out of this alive.

-but as luck would have it just as you two turned the corner there stood the crazed immortal man himself, drenched in the blood of your colleagues.

-05-2 looked nonchalant as if he was immortal himself (he wasn't) and as I said before you made it your mission to protect the 05.

-You stepped in front of 05-2 ready to defend him, of course he and Abel pretty much thought the same thing. That you were as good as dead

-Surprisingly though just as Abel charged at you with one kick to his chest he flew back, now 05-2 was surprised mouth agape as he couldn't believe your ass just kicked Abel so hard that he created a fucking dent in the wall behind him.

-Abel got up this THIS he enjoyed, FINALLY someone fought him and didn't try to run away like a scared kid.

-You and Abels fight created enough of a distraction until the MTF showed up, and thank 343 they showed up when they did as you were growing exhausted.

-Abel funnily enough went back without much of a fight calling you a 'warrior' as he was led back to his cell.

-All 05-2 could do was stare at you, he never wanted to be on your bad side.

Hope you enjoy it! I'll add more 05s if you want me to lolol!

Requests open!

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nanotechnologyworld · 9 months

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Researchers discover how to control the anomalous Hall effect and Berry curvature to create flexible quantum magnets for use in computers, robotics, and sensors.

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The story of Site 89’s first and only level 2 containment breach, just like any containment breach, is a long and sad one.

It all began almost a year after the failed rescue attempt by Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 aka “Vilage Idiots” when foundation researcher saw flyers and posters being put up around the town of SCP-XXXX advertising a “Founders Day” celebration. The advertisements were fairly simple in design. They were plain white with big bold letters over a stage reading “Founders Day Celebration” accented with pictures of fireworks as well as the date and location listed at the bottom.

Foundation researchers initially saw the celebration as the perfect opportunity to learn more about the town but became disheartened when they saw that the advertisements also said “No Outsiders Allowed”. That was of course until Dr. Bright offered to help.

For those unfamiliar with Dr. Bright he is one of the few members of the SCP Foundation that is himself an SCP. You see after an incident involving SCP-963 Dr. Brights conciseness is directly linked to the SCP allowing him to possess anyone who wears it.

Dr. Bright had offered his help to the researchers of Site 89 in the past when they were first researching what SCP-XXXX-1’s did with there victims. He had suggested allowing him to posses a D-Class inmate and then allowing himself to be taken by an SCP-XXXX-1 in order to ascertain were the SCP takes its victims. The foundation researchers had initially declined his offer as there were to many variables and unknown risks involved with his plan. However now that they knew were the SCPs take their victims Dr. Brights plan had the potential to allow them access to information previously unknown to them. Unfortunately the plan had to be altered when the necklace containing Dr. Bright’s conciseness did not disappear with the D-Class he was possessing instead falling to the ground after the 30 hours were up. Though it is unknown what exactly happened to the D-Class when they arrived at SCP-XXXX we can speculate it wasn’t good as the hospital was closed off by police tape and barricades when Foundation researchers attempted to enter the premises.

With the original plan ending in failure the Foundation members tried a more direct approach. The night before the celebration Dr. Bright snuck into the town, hid in an alleyway, and slipped his necklace around the first SCP-XXXX-2 he saw.

The plan had worked and Dr. Bright was now inhabiting the body of a resident of the anomalous town. The plan seemed to be going well, that was of course until hours later when the celebration was set to begin.

You see while the plan to possess one of the towns residents seemed like a good idea the foundation researchers at site 89 had failed to account for who Dr. Bright would end up possessing. They had initially believed the person to be an ordinary citizen of the town like a banker or maybe a cashier at one of the stores/restaurants. What they hadn’t realized was the person Dr. Bright had possessed was actually a member of town hall. More specifically the head of the towns planing comity and was expected to MC the Celebration.

As Dr. Bright stammered, hummed and hawed at the podium it quickly became apparent to the citizens of the anomalous town that the person on stage was not the head of their planing comity. It was at this point that two police officers grabbed Dr. Bright and the Mayor began questioning him. Dr. Bright later reported that no matter how hard he tried he found himself unable to lie and told the mayor all about his mission and the SCP Foundation.

The following day one of the guards patrolling the fence surrounding the perimeter of the town found a large box addressed to Site 89’s Administrator who at that time was [redacted]. Security footage revealed that the box contained a large amount of SCP-XXXX-1a’s. Due to the SCP’s psychic effects it wasn’t long until all the sites staff were whisked away to be giant babies for the residents of SCP-XXXX. A day after the site staff disappeared SCP-524 broke its containment and began eating everything it could get its little bunny hands on. Luckily this containment breach helped lead to the recontainment of Site 89. You see one of SCP-524’s favourite things to eat are SCP-XXXX-1’s and it didn’t take long for the anomalous bunny to find the box full of them.

A few days later when foundation personnel came to check on the site after not hearing from them for a while they found the site completely empty with the exception of SCP-524 asleep in the box with a full stomach.

Also at the bottom of the box was SCP-963. A D-Class personal was quick brought to the site to be possessed by Dr. Bright to bring the Foundation up to speed on what happened while repairers to the Site were underway.

Also found in the box was a letter addressed to the SCP Foundation itself. The letter read as such:

“Dear SCP Foundation,

We of Seminarioppid have been aware of your presence in our town for some time and have to an extent tolerated it. However your actions over the past year have been less than tolerable. First the attempted kidnapping of our children and now the murders of one of our new borns and a town hall comity member.

We are content to remain in our town but know this; we have the right to exist. Consider is a warning. Any further hostile action towards our town and we will bring the fight directly to you.

This time we have returned the one you call Dr. Bright. However should he be found with in our town again, not only will he not be returned but his necklace will be destroyed to prevent his return permanently.

Signed, Mayor Harriet Shortt.”

Taking the threat seriously Dr. Bright was reassigned to a different Site and bared further access to anything SCP-XXXX related.

The mission wasn’t a complete failure however as Dr. Bright managed to gather some previously unknown facts about the town. For instance the town apparently was founded in 1815 after the war of 1812 and the people of the town were unaware that their town was now in the Mojave Desert claiming their town sat on the US Canada boarder accepting currency from both countries as a part of the peace treaty signed at the end of the war. Seeing as a town never existed were it claims to be from as well as the real peace treaty making no mention of the town in our dimension, foundation researchers believe the town is from an alternate universe with a slight different history.

The letter’s use of the term new born has lead the foundation researchers to believe the instances of SCP-XXXX-1s and -1as to be a part of the reproductive cycle of the SCP-XXXX-2s though this is still just speculation.

Once the repairs to Site 89 were completed a new Administrator was appointed and the site was restaffed to continue the monitoring of the anomalous town.

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Anomalous Tip Entry# 453890325: Infinite Suburbia

Entry ways are unknown but they seem to open of their own accord, snatching up random anomalies before they have a chance to affect their surroundings.

The Rows Of Houses seem to stretch on endlessly in a haze of fog. All houses are deemed condemned or abandoned, the only natural fauna are insects. The rest are other anomalous beings sucked in. The only comparative effects are of the infinite ikea, or of supposed non real anomaly The Backrooms.

Any and all Out of Control Anomalies seem to either go Inactive or are reset to their base state while in the Infinite Suburbia. There is an eery settling, like the weight of the world forgetting you before it ever knew your name. Tips suggest the Fog has a neutralizing capability.

Working electronics can be scavenged but most electronics are inert or broken. Usually requiring some knowhow or An Electronically gifted anomaly to make anything workable in the endless rows.

Many entities are hostile and should be avoided or at least approached with caution. Nothing enters the sprawling labrynth without reason. It is unknown what the worst anomalous entity is inside the mist. But researchers arent too keen on finding out.

Description: A endless and oppressive fog weighs heavily on an endless sprawling labrynth of Suburban infrastructure Long Forgotten hallowed halls lain to waste by the untold time left untouched in the mist. Many creatures roam the streets, but theres a shoddy cul-de-sac where the sound of static persists louder than any still running tv sets that were stubborn enough to remain running despite their conditions.

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Electrons become fractions of themselves in graphene, study finds

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Electrons become fractions of themselves in graphene, study finds

The electron is the basic unit of electricity, as it carries a single negative charge. This is what we’re taught in high school physics, and it is overwhelmingly the case in most materials in nature.

But in very special states of matter, electrons can splinter into fractions of their whole. This phenomenon, known as “fractional charge,” is exceedingly rare, and if it can be corralled and controlled, the exotic electronic state could help to build resilient, fault-tolerant quantum computers.

To date, this effect, known to physicists as the “fractional quantum Hall effect,” has been observed a handful of times, and mostly under very high, carefully maintained magnetic fields. Only recently have scientists seen the effect in a material that did not require such powerful magnetic manipulation.

Now, MIT physicists have observed the elusive fractional charge effect, this time in a simpler material: five layers of graphene — an atom-thin layer of carbon that stems from graphite and common pencil lead. They report their results today in Nature.

They found that when five sheets of graphene are stacked like steps on a staircase, the resulting structure inherently provides just the right conditions for electrons to pass through as fractions of their total charge, with no need for any external magnetic field.

The results are the first evidence of the “fractional quantum anomalous Hall effect” (the term “anomalous” refers to the absence of a magnetic field) in crystalline graphene, a material that physicists did not expect to exhibit this effect.

“This five-layer graphene is a material system where many good surprises happen,” says study author Long Ju, assistant professor of physics at MIT. “Fractional charge is just so exotic, and now we can realize this effect with a much simpler system and without a magnetic field. That in itself is important for fundamental physics. And it could enable the possibility for a type of quantum computing that is more robust against perturbation.”

Ju’s MIT co-authors are lead author Zhengguang Lu, Tonghang Han, Yuxuan Yao, Aidan Reddy, Jixiang Yang, Junseok Seo, and Liang Fu, along with Kenji Watanabe and Takashi Taniguchi at the National Institute for Materials Science in Japan.

A bizarre state

The fractional quantum Hall effect is an example of the weird phenomena that can arise when particles shift from behaving as individual units to acting together as a whole. This collective “correlated” behavior emerges in special states, for instance when electrons are slowed from their normally frenetic pace to a crawl that enables the particles to sense each other and interact. These interactions can produce rare electronic states, such as the seemingly unorthodox splitting of an electron’s charge.

In 1982, scientists discovered the fractional quantum Hall effect in heterostructures of gallium arsenide, where a gas of electrons confined in a two-dimensional plane is placed under high magnetic fields. The discovery later won the group a Nobel Prize in Physics.

“[The discovery] was a very big deal, because these unit charges interacting in a way to give something like fractional charge was very, very bizarre,” Ju says. “At the time, there were no theory predictions, and the experiments surprised everyone.”

Those researchers achieved their groundbreaking results using magnetic fields to slow down the material’s electrons enough for them to interact. The fields they worked with were about 10 times stronger than what typically powers an MRI machine.

In August 2023, scientists at the University of Washington reported the first evidence of fractional charge without a magnetic field. They observed this “anomalous” version of the effect, in a twisted semiconductor called molybdenum ditelluride. The group prepared the material in a specific configuration, which theorists predicted would give the material an inherent magnetic field, enough to encourage electrons to fractionalize without any external magnetic control.

The “no magnets” result opened a promising route to topological quantum computing — a more secure form of quantum computing, in which the added ingredient of topology (a property that remains unchanged in the face of weak deformation or disturbance) gives a qubit added protection when carrying out a computation. This computation scheme is based on a combination of fractional quantum Hall effect and a superconductor. It used to be almost impossible to realize: One needs a strong magnetic field to get fractional charge, while the same magnetic field will usually kill the superconductor. In this case the fractional charges would serve as a qubit (the basic unit of a quantum computer).

Making steps

That same month, Ju and his team happened to also observe signs of anomalous fractional charge in graphene — a material for which there had been no predictions for exhibiting such an effect.

Ju’s group has been exploring electronic behavior in graphene, which by itself has exhibited exceptional properties. Most recently, Ju’s group has looked into pentalayer graphene — a structure of five graphene sheets, each stacked slightly off from the other, like steps on a staircase. Such pentalayer graphene structure is embedded in graphite and can be obtained by exfoliation using Scotch tape. When placed in a refrigerator at ultracold temperatures, the structure’s electrons slow to a crawl and interact in ways they normally wouldn’t when whizzing around at higher temperatures.

In their new work, the researchers did some calculations and found that electrons might interact with each other even more strongly if the pentalayer structure were aligned with hexagonal boron nitride (hBN) — a material that has a similar atomic structure to that of graphene, but with slightly different dimensions. In combination, the two materials should produce a moiré superlattice — an intricate, scaffold-like atomic structure that could slow electrons down in ways that mimic a magnetic field.

“We did these calculations, then thought, let’s go for it,” says Ju, who happened to install a new dilution refrigerator in his MIT lab last summer, which the team planned to use to cool materials down to ultralow temperatures, to study exotic electronic behavior.

The researchers fabricated two samples of the hybrid graphene structure by first exfoliating graphene layers from a block of graphite, then using optical tools to identify five-layered flakes in the steplike configuration. They then stamped the graphene flake onto an hBN flake and placed a second hBN flake over the graphene structure. Finally, they attached electrodes to the structure and placed it in the refrigerator, set to near absolute zero.

As they applied a current to the material and measured the voltage output, they started to see signatures of fractional charge, where the voltage equals the current multiplied by a fractional number and some fundamental physics constants.

“The day we saw it, we didn’t recognize it at first,” says first author Lu. “Then we started to shout as we realized, this was really big. It was a completely surprising moment.”

“This was probably the first serious samples we put in the new fridge,” adds co-first author Han. “Once we calmed down, we looked in detail to make sure that what we were seeing was real.”

With further analysis, the team confirmed that the graphene structure indeed exhibited the fractional quantum anomalous Hall effect. It is the first time the effect has been seen in graphene.

“Graphene can also be a superconductor,” Ju says. “So, you could have two totally different effects in the same material, right next to each other. If you use graphene to talk to graphene, it avoids a lot of unwanted effects when bridging graphene with other materials.”

For now, the group is continuing to explore multilayer graphene for other rare electronic states.

“We are diving in to explore many fundamental physics ideas and applications,” he says. “We know there will be more to come.”

This research is supported in part by the Sloan Foundation, and the National Science Foundation.

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General nonlinear Hall current in magnetic insulators beyond the quantum anomalous Hall effect

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Another Twist in the Understanding of Moiré Materials

The unexpected observation of an aligned spin polarization in certain twisted semiconductor bilayers calls for improved models of these systems. [...] If you take two overlapping tiled patterns and rotate one with respect to the other, new patterns will emerge. This motif has been used in art and architecture for millennia. Over the past 15 years, materials physicists have used a similar strategy to realize new material properties. In one implementation, two material monolayers with a hexagonal atomic lattice are overlaid with an angle between the two lattices, resulting in an additional long-range lattice structure known as a moiré pattern. In 2021, scientists observed the so-called quantum anomalous Hall (QAH) effect in such a twisted bilayer, formed of MoTe2 and WSe2 monolayers [1]. Now Zui Tao at Cornell University and colleagues have used optical spectroscopy to study the interaction between these two monolayers when they are in the QAH state [2]. The researchers show that theoretical predictions about this interaction are incorrect, demonstrating that there is still plenty to learn about these moiré materials.

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Spatiotemporal co-ordination of Greatwall-Endos-RomidepsinA encourages mitotic progression

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Magnetism and Weyl semimetals -- LiveScience.Tech

Envision a world in which electrical energy might stream through the grid with no losses or where all the information worldwide might be kept in the cloud without the requirement for power stations. This appears inconceivable however a course towards such a dream has actually opened with the discovery of a brand-new household of products with wonderful homes.

These products — magnetic Weyl semi-metals — are innately quantum however bridge the 2 worlds of geography and spintronics. Topological products display weird homes consisting of super-fast electrons that take a trip with no energy loss. On the other hand magnetic products are important to our daily lives from magnets for electrical cars and trucks to spintronic-devices in every disk drive in computer systems and in the cloud. The principle of a magnetic Weyl semi-metal (WSM) was in the air however a reality product has only simply now been recognized by the group of Claudia Felser, Director at the MPI CPfS, Dresden, in 2 extremely various substances Co2MnGa and Co3Sn2S2.

To discover these remarkable products, Felser’s group scanned the products database and created a list of appealing prospects. The evidence that these products are magnetic WSMs was gotten through electronic structure examinations of Co2MnGa and Co3Sn2S2. Researchers from Claudia Felser’s group at the MPI CPfS and Stuart Parkin’s group at the MPI of Microstructure Physics, Halle, in cooperation with M. Zahid Hasan’s group from Princeton, Yulin Chen’s group from Oxford University, and Haim Beidenkopf’s group from the Weizmann Institute of Science, have actually experimentally verified the presence of magnetic Weyl fermions in these 2 products in research studies that were released in 3 documents in Science today.

For the extremely very first time, utilizing angle-resolved photoemission spectroscopy (ARPES) and scanning tunneling microscopic lense (STM) experiments, time-reversal balance broken WSM states were observed, enabled by the high quality single crystals grown at the MPI CPfS. “The discovery of magnetic WSMs is a big step towards the realization of high temperature quantum and spintronic effects. These two materials, that are members of the highly tunable Heusler and Shandite families, respectively, are ideal platforms for various future applications in spintronic and magneto-optic technologies for data storage, and information processing as well as applications in energy conversion systems,” states Stuart Parkin, the Handling Director of limit Planck Institute of Microstructure Physics, Halle.

The magnetic topological states in Co2MnGa and Co3Sn2S2 play an important function in the origin of the observed anomalous quantum transportation results, due to the strong Berry curvature connected with their topological states. With Weyl nodal line and nodal point band structures, Co2MnGa and Co3Sn2S2 are the only 2 presently understood examples of products that host both big anomalous Hall conductivity and anomalous Hall angle.

“Our materials have the natural advantages of high order temperature, clear topological band structure, low charge carrier density, and strong electromagnetic response. The design of a material that exhibits a high temperature quantum anomalous Hall effect (QAHE) via quantum confinement of a magnetic WSM, and its integration into quantum devices is our next step,” states Claudia Felser.

The discovery of magnetic WSMs is a huge action to the awareness of a space temperature level QAHE and is the basis for brand-new energy conversion principles. “A Quantum Anomalous Hall effect enables dissipationless transport via chiral edge states that are innately spin-polarized,” recognized Yan Sun right away. Awareness of the QAHE at space temperature level would be innovative by conquering restrictions of a lot of today’s information based innovations, which are impacted by big electron scattering-induced power loss. This would lead the way to a brand-new generation of low energy consuming quantum electronic and spintronic gadgets.

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“Helen's character in the Iliad has usually been taken at face value by scholars: they describe her rueful responses to Priam and Hector and her angry rejection of Paris and Aphrodite as sympathetic depictions, often without analyzing in any detail the ambiguous quality of these verbal exchanges. I suggest, in contrast, that in these exchanges 1) Helen's apparent tone often does not match her ultimate intention, and 2) the speech types she uses— which range from the mournful widow's to the flyting warrior's—are transposed from their usual contexts to form locutions unique to her. Helen is also significantly aware of her centrality to the narratives of others, manifesting a concern for reputation (kleos) that connects her to the Muses, the Sirens, and ultimately the poet, as a number of scholars have recognized.

In the Teichoscopia (//. 3.141-244), for example, when she is asked by Priam to name a warrior, Helen uses her identification of Agamemnon to frame an elegiac look at her own past, thus substituting her story for his. Her reply is not particularly suited to the context. In fact, it somewhat resembles in content Andromache's mournful speech in book 6, when the latter bewails her widow's fate to her living husband. Andromache's voice, however, is consistently grief-stricken, and her use of the mourner's topoi (e.g., lamenting family ties, dilation on the effect the death will have on one's life) coheres with her role as loyal wife. Helen's rueful self-reference instead mingles regret with an emphatic awareness of her own singular status.

When Priam asks Helen to name Ajax, her identification moves quickly from his epithets to the Cretan leader Idomeneus, who as a guest-friend of Menelaus reminds her again of her own story, and she remarks on the absence of her brothers from the battlefield (3.234-42). She then conjectures that their absence can be explained by their fears of shame and reproach that are rightfully hers (3.242). Since she views the actions of others as dependent on her error and rues bitterly this damage to her reputation, Helen assigns herself the crucial role in others' stories, thereby giving voice to the blame tradition that the narrator avoids. Her sense of her public reputation is anomalous among the female figures in Homeric epic; kleos is rightfully the concern of the warrior, not of the warrior's prize.

Like any good warrior (and unlike her paramour), she fears the insults of others (3.242, 3.412, 24.767-68) and recognizes the vulnerability of her public position. Helen, in contrast to the chaste Andromache, treats her story—in part the battles waged essentially for her that she weaves in her second husband's halls (//. 3.125-28)—as if it were the story most central to every warrior's life. And this in some sense is the case: whereas the mourning wife's story would only be properly told in keening over her husband, Helen's story is on the lips of everyone, since it is relevant to all the warriors. As the catalyzing, fateful figure for these heroes, her story is their story; her own kleos is inevitably bound up with the kleosoi each.

But the complexity of Helen's figure and voice in this scene does not end there. Before she lapses into self-reflection in response to Priam's first inquiry, she says that he is worthy of veneration (aiSoioç ) and fearsome (ôeivôç ) in her eyes (3.172), using a show of extreme respect that implies an apologetic attitude consistent with her penchant for self-abuse, the primary stylistic tendency unique to her. Helen then declares, in reference to her coming to Troy, "Would that evil death had pleased me" (3.173 -74), invoking in a sensuous manner the end point with which she is associated. She makes a similar (though blander) declaration in her mourning speech over the body of Hector in book 24: "Would that I had been destroyed before" (764).

Andromache uses a related construction when, as Hector is dragged around the city walls, she regrets that Eetion bore her (22.481). In book 21, fearing an unheroic end to his life, Achilles cries out to Zeus in prayer: "Would that Hector had killed me" (279). In the Odyssey, the shade of Achilles wishes something similar for Agamemnon: "Would that you had met your death and fate in Troy" (24.30- 31). Most famously, in Odyssey 5 Odysseus exclaims as he faces the storm near Scheria, "How I wish I had died and met my fate in Troy" (5.308); he repeats the exclamation in the fictional account of his travails that he gives to Eumaeus (14.274).

The ophelon phrase thus seems to be a locution used both by those in mourning and by Homeric heroes caught in threatening or painful situations—or, in the case of Odysseus, when telling about them in guest-friendship situations. The phrase does not, however, only communicate bitter despair (which may be either a cri du coeur or a persuasive tactic). When turned on another, it may also be used as an insult in verbal contests, reproaches, and taunts, an important aspect of its usage for analyzing Helen's speeches. In the Odyssey, Odysseus most frequently utters the phrase, deploying it twice (of four times in the Odyssey and once in the Iliad) when he is trying to use a painful situation to gain sympathy, a complex deployment similar to Helen's.

In the Iliad, it is Helen's favorite locution for expressing both despair and scorn, which she usually does with some other end in mind (of all characters she uses the phrase most often, five times in the Iliad). As a stranger in Troy, her usage in the Iliad resembles that of Odysseus in the Odyssey, who must make clever use of guest-friendship situations to win his way home. Just as Odysseus, when seeking empathy from the Phaeacians {Od. 11.547), regrets that he won Achilles' arms instead of Ajax, Helen, when seeking empathy from Priam and Hector {II. 3 and 6), regrets that she followed Paris. Though each time she employs the phrase Helen's aim is slightly different, never is it simply the direct outpouring of emotion that it sounds.

Although its repetition links her tone both to mourning diction and to the hero's emotions and concern for kleos, her application of this type of phrase is unique. Rather than actually being a widow or a hero in challenging circumstances, Helen echoes their outbursts by employing an emotional appeal that sounds like self-address, a layered locution whose related aims are deflecting blame and cementing allegiances. In her use of the phrase to cast scorn on Paris, for example, once she seems to be teasing him and once to be flattering his brother. The earlier scene in book 3 involving Paris alone is plotted by Aphrodite, whose machinations irk her protegee and who inspires in her a passion that seems suspended between desire (for the beautiful Paris whom Aphrodite describes, 3.391-94) and anger at the very goddess with whom she is so closely associated.

Note that Helen herself calls her painful feelings aKpixa (3.412), the most common meaning of which is "confused, indeterminate," a word that thus underscores both the complexity of Helen's passion and (what comes to the same thing) the merging of roles in this scene, so that Helen's abuse of Aphrodite comes close to self-abuse. Helen has been referred to as a "faded Aphrodite"; their conversation resembles an internal dialogue—a debate not only between Helen and her daimon but also between two of the facets that make up her many-sided figure, with its multiple motivations and opposing traditions. Moreover, her scornful responses to her intimates resemble each other: she exhorts both Aphrodite and Paris with dismissive imperatives (3.406, 432) and pictures each in a compromised position (3.407-9, 434-36); correlatively, she uses the ophelon phrases of both herself and Paris.

Her reproach of Aphrodite for using seductive talk (3.399) also recalls Hector's insulting of his brother for being a seducer (3.49). Helen engages in this derogatory language only with those closest to her; a significant variation on the normal context of such blame speech, her usage parallels as well Hector's treatment of Paris. The scornful abuse of one so intimate can sound similar to the dueling speech of warriors (e.g., the use of negative epithets and goading imperatives). Coupled with Helen's self-abusive epithets, this speech and that in which she reproaches Paris mimic the aggressive challenge of the hero on the battlefield. When Helen returns to the bedroom as ordered by Aphrodite, her expression and tone suggest pique, while her taunting phrases recall the flyting warrior: "Would that you had died there," she says, "subdued by the better man, who was once my husband" (3.428-29).

At the beginning of book 3 Hector similarly chastises his brother on the battlefield, declaring that he wishes Paris had never been born or had died unmarried (3.40). In the bedroom Helen changes her tack with brusque abruptness, first telling Paris to go and challenge Menelaus for a second time, then remarking that he had better not, since Menelaus would probably kill him (3.432-36). Compare first Achilles, who goads Aeneas with a parallel insult in a famous flyting scene, when he urges him to retreat into the mass of soldiers lest he be harmed (20.197). And compare again Hector, who challenges his brother in similar terms ("Couldn't you stand up to Ares-loving Menelaus?" 3.51), and then predicts that if he did he would end up "mingling with the dust" (uiyevnc, 3.55).

Both Helen and Hector contrast Paris unfavorably with Menelaus, and point up the superiority of the Greek by giving Paris' defeat sexual overtones (e.g., "mingling" [3.48, 55], "subduing" [3.429,436]). For Paris the lover, even encounters on the battlefield have a tincture of the bedroom. These two scornful acknowledgments of his unwarlike attitude serve to frame book 3, so that it begins and ends with Paris' sensual presence and the bellicose types who reproach him: Hector and Helen. Helen's use of this stance is not nearly so straightforward as her brother-in-law's, of course. She imports a verbal style that belongs on the battlefield, and that here in the intimate context of the bedroom takes on an additional layer of meaning—offering a sexual as well as a military challenge.

Indeed, Paris (lover that he is) responds to this goading by treating it as a kind of bitter foreplay. And it appears that Helen's amorous husband has interpreted her taunts in some sense rightly, for Helen follows him to bed. By invoking her war-loving first husband in order to prick her bed-loving second, she employs the militaristic attitude of the one in order to denigrate qualities that she herself shares with the other, and her physical acquiescence reiterates her reluctant bond with him. That is, when she turns the emotional phrasing of the angry wish against her too-tender husband, she links herself to him and both of them to Aphrodite (since she and the goddess are the other recipients of such reproach).

The hero's despair as well as his scorn thus take on a singular usage in Helen's mouth: in challenging those who share her affinities, she implicates herself in the abuse that she levels at them, while also preempting the criticism of others. In this way she stands poised against the gentle judgments of those who would forgive her, her character operating as a window on this defamatory tradition. Something similar occurs in book 6, although Helen's tone has changed somewhat since her interaction with Paris in book 3, and now she speaks with a post-coital combination of enticement and gentle abuse.

When Hector comes to rouse Paris from his sensuous reverie in the bedroom, Helen tries to get her manly brother-in-law to sit down by scorning her soft and lovely husband. She engages in a delicate seduction of Hector, addressing him with "honey-sweet words" (6.343). Both Nestor and the Sirens also speak in a honeyed manner, so that the term delimits a range of speech types from the authoritatively but gently persuasive to the dangerously seductive, a mesmerizing quality that marks Helen's speaking style in this passage. When Hector first enters and reproaches his brother, the mild Paris responds that Helen had just been urging him to return to battle with "soft words" (6.3 3 7)— unusual content for such beguiling tones.

The enticing associations that attend malakos ("soft") thus contrast strangely with the stringency of her message, while those that attend meilichios ("honey-sweet") lend her words a potentially threatening quality. Thus Hector's refusal to sit with her becomes a refusal to play the victim role to her Siren, a role that his brother willingly takes on. While the Homeric poet may counter this ominous seductive quality at the surface level of the scene, it nonetheless resonates there as a disturbing subtext. From this perspective, it should not be surprising that Helen begins her conversation with Hector by invoking her threatening qualities, but in the self-debasing mode that she employed with his father.

She calls herself an "evil-devising, shudder-inspiring dog" (6.344; 6.356; 3.180). The wish construction that follows is an elaborate expansion of her earlier use of it. Rather than simply desiring to die, she declares that she wishes that on her day of birth a gust of wind had carried her off to the mountains, or into a wave of the many-voiced sea (6.345-48). Helen purports to desire a type of end that Jean-Pierre Vernant relates to being seized by a god, invoking a connection between erotic love and death that he considers especially relevant to Helen's type. An echo of her wish in book 3 that death had "pleased" her (àôeîv, 3.173), Helen's lyrical desire for rapture here in Iliad 6 lends sensuous overtones to her speech.

While her words explicitly depict regret, her flowery turns of phrase and sweetened tones suggest an attempt to soften Hector's attitude toward herself if not her husband: she sides with Hector in his chastising of his brother, yearns aloud for divine seizure, and notes ruefully her and Paris' future fame. Recall the similarity of Hector's and Helen's reproaches in book 3; here again she mimics his attitude, this time to his face with the goal of cementing her connection to him. Her maneuver is a delicate one. She must acknowledge her alliance with Paris in order to show her awareness of their shame; but she thereby also isolates herself from him, since he assumes no responsibility for his actions.

As in book 3, Helen brackets herself with Paris as objects of abuse, highlighting their status here by using the ophelon phrase twice in expressions of heroic bitterness to apply to herself and her husband (6.345, 350). Homer thus has Helen transform the typical intentions of the phrase by using it for this anomalous speech act, layering self-abuse, scorn for an intimate, and a seductive allegiance of perspective, all of which ultimately aim at softening the heart of her interlocutor. While Hector does not in the end sit down with Helen, neither does he speak roughly to her, instead responding with a respect that resembles his father's treatment of her. By introducing a defamatory tradition that threatens to reveal her infamous side and yet ultimately serves an apotropaic function, Helen succeeds in deflecting blame: again, no one else abuses her as she abuses herself.

At the end of the Iliad (24.760-75), Helen has the final mourning speech over Hector's dead body—a surprising status that supports Graver's argument that the Homeric poet is forcefully asserting an alternate tradition that elevates Helen and questions her blame. But if we look more closely at precisely how she mourns Hector, beyond her use of the mourner's topos of bewailing her fate as vulnerable survivor, we can see that her lament in this case focuses entirely on the threat of blame—the threat, that is, of the other story, the tale of bad-dog Helen. This is not to say that other mourners do not fear ill repute: Andromache certainly does, but mostly for her son Astyanax (e.g., 77. 22.494- 501).

Helen's lament, in some contrast, is only about repute; in detailing her fears for the future, she makes no mention of other horrors such as slavery and remarriage, which are often voiced by newly bereft female mourners in both epic and tragedy. After expressing her usual sentiment of regret (24.764), Helen notes that she had never heard a debasing or disrespectful word from her brother-in-law. She adds that if anyone else in his family ever reproached her, Hector would fend them off verbally with his gentle mind and words (24.768-72). She concludes by declaring that everyone else shudders in her presence (24.775).

Helen's final word in the Iliad resonates with the dread that she might inspire, as the dog-faced daughter of Nemesis whose self-blame in Homer repeatedly suggests this other story. Hector, like the poet, may be gentle-minded toward Helen, but her description of his protection reveals how tenuous this praise tradition is; here as elsewhere in the poem her words declare one thing but point to another—this time her dangerous qualities, which cause a sensation in those around her like the chilly hand of Hades. At these moments Helen's figure suggests the deadly side of the female, to which Greek poets often attribute the downfall of men in some profound and sweeping manner.

These figures are the embodiment of Fate (Moîpa/ Kf|p), the Medusa who freezes the bones, the Nemesis who is the end of the hubristic man, even the Aphrodite who (dog-faced) devours the husband's energy and wealth alike. 3 6 The word nemesis ("retribution") in fact surfaces repeatedly in Helen's speech and that of those who speak in her presence (e.g., 3.156,3.410,6.3 3 5 -36,6.3 51). That is, in the scenes where Helen appears, her presence seems to call forth the nemesis that is an essential aspect of her story. And her speeches, in their insistence on her infamous associations, serve as constant reminders of the just indignation and deserved retribution that acts of hubris bring down on the heads of those who commit them.”

- Nancy Worman, “This Voice Which Is Not One: HELEN’S VERBAL GUISES IN HOMERIC EPIC.” in Making Silence Speak: Women's Voices in Greek Literature and Society

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Fanmade Chaos Insurgency Item: Grandmother’s Ring

(TW: themes of suicide, mentioned/implied domestic violence)

Item: Grandmother’s Ring

Size: Size 8

Type: A wedding ring of unknown era

Living: No

Sentient: No

Potential/current hazards: Can induce madness, can cause death

Location: Base Five

Reported Anomaly: Mind altering cognitohazard

USAGE

The Insurgency currently has no use for Grandmother’s Ring.

REPORT

Grandmother’s name is an ornate, diamond Victorian wedding ring. It was a family heirloom before being collected by the Insurgency. While it appears to be nothing out of the ordinary, there are multiple written testimonies of its anomalous properties. Grandmother’s Ring should be kept in a standard felt ring box and should not be worn by anyone under any circumstances.

If a married person assigned female at birth puts the ring on, they will be driven to madness. If a person assigned female at birth is not married, the ring will have no effect.

If a person assigned male at birth puts the ring on, they will be strangled by an unseen force.

The entity attached to the ring cannot be seen by anyone not wearing the ring and cannot be captured by cameras. Our only knowledge about the entity is from first-person accounts and interviews have proved unsuccessful.

A picture of Grandmother’s ring before it was put in storage.

ADDENDA

Below are relative journal entries written by the last person to wear Grandmother’s ring. Her skeleton was found with the ring still on its finger. Skeleton has been collected for testing.

7/17/1841

I’m to be married in a week's time. My dress was my mothers, though certain alterations had to be made for it to fit my figure. Ma was always a small thing. Petite and fragile, she preached that men would love me for my shape. For all the soft parts of me waiting to be slept on and hugged and loved. I would keep my husband warm at night, she told me. Her words ring true as my beloved Harry tells me I have more to love than the average woman and he loves me well. He spoils me more than I think I deserve, and I pay him back in poetry. He loves me, and he’ll love me more in my mother’s dress. White, floor length, modest with frills around the wrist and beading from foot to breast. My veil will be my own. My ring has been in the family for so long that we’ve forgotten the name of the woman that once wore it. I’m honored to wear it, and glad my sister declined to fight me for it. She doesn't wish to marry, she said. Rather, she fancies planting a garden with a close friend of hers. They can eat the fruits of their labor and that will be enough for them. I’m thankful for her decision. For the ring.

7/24/1841

It’s the morning of. From the moment I awoke, my hands trembled with excitement. They still did as my sister Adelia dressed my hair. She helped me in the dress and behind me I saw her eyes full of tears in the mirror. Behind her, I saw a flash of white in the corner of my vision. I’ve come to accept that I’ll meet the same mad end as my mother. Adelia will as well, but today is not one for lamenting the inevitable. Even if I’m to forget this day in my old age, I will enjoy it. I will revel in it for as long as it remains in my memory, and I will cherish my Harry long after I’ve forgotten his name. We have a love that transcends madness and forgetfulness. When we are old and decrepit, we will hold hands on our deathbeds and go together, neither of us willing to go alone. I’ve found a man I can face death with. No matter what greets us on the other side, we won’t be lonely.

7/25/1841

Last night was the greatest of my life. Even now, the next morning, my head is light and airy, my chest full of suppressed giggles as I awoke to his loving face on the pillow beside mine. There’s no feeling to compete with that of waking to see his face, to hear his gentle snoring as I sneak out of bed to write my love. Should someone one day in the future read my diary, know that there is love for you. Pure, untouched love you can never imagine before you feel it. It doesn’t happen fast. It isn’t like falling. It’s like sinking into a comfortable bed and having a blanket lovingly tucked around your shoulders. It’s a feeling of utter safety, of waking up on an overcast day with the gentle pattering of rain against the grass. You know you have nothing to do that day. You revel in the warmth until you realize the blanket wrapped around your shoulders are the arms of your beloved. You will feel love like this, too. All you have to do is give it the time to flower.

7/27/1841

I never expected the madness to grip me so quickly. I awoke to the sight of Harry’s dark beard against the white silk pillow cases. At the foot of my bed, however, I saw a woman. Her hair was the color of straw, her eyes white and tearful. She stared through me, into something I can’t understand and spoke to me. Fear not. You are in danger, she said, and I am here to protect you. I whispered, so that I wouldn’t wake my beloved Harry, and asked her what danger I could be in. She wept into her palms. Poor girl, she said, you never could have known. I was frightened, so I turned to Harry and buried myself in his arms. I’m not sure when she left, as my head was in my beloved Harry’s chest. I listened to his heart until he woke. When I lifted my head, she was gone.

7/30/1841

I see her in my sleep. The weeping woman dresses in white and veiled with sheer lace. Out of the corners of my eyes, hiding behind my Harry. She sits at my dinner table and weeps in my bed. She warns me against my marriage and I tell her I won’t leave. Harry exudes love and passion. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his weary head against my shoulder while I cook. I sit in his lap as I read and she sits across the room from me. She can’t see our love, or she chooses to look through it. I assure her I’m safe. I am loved, but every time she takes to drying her cheeks and telling me, one day you’ll understand. One day you’ll know. But I know now the love I feel. The safety of Harry’s strong arms and will. He’ll let no harm come my way.

8/12/1841

I had an awful dream last night. It started at my wedding, though it wasn’t really my own. The man standing before me was not my Harry. He was a tough, rugged man with eyes of blue and hair of brown. It was curly and tousled. He smiled with his teeth bared and I woke as he slipped my ring onto his finger. As I look down at it now, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and the image of that man in my head. One look from my beloved Harry banishes any thought of him. However frightening that man was, my beloved is infinitely more comforting. He is safety and warmth personified.

8/20/1841

She comes to me daily with her eyes red from drying tears. He doesn’t love you, she says, but I know she’s lying. I argue with her in the dead of night when I’m able to slip from my bed and join her on the porch. I don’t want my voice to wake Harry. She stood by the steps as I sat in my rocking chair. I told her Harry loves me, that he means no harm, but she won’t be swayed. She shakes her blond head and insists, Time will tell. I sit with her on my loneliest of nights, when Harry’s too tired from work to keep his eyes open after dinner. She reveals nothing of her life, but asks me about mine. I readily tell her. I try to comfort her. I tell her how lovely Harry was during our courting, how patient and gentle and kind he was. She hears none of it.

8/26/1841

I’m teaching myself to ignore her, though I hear her heels on my wooden floor in the dead of night. Back and forth down the hall, always stalling by the bedroom door but never barging in. She seems to have learned to respect my boundaries. I contemplate taking the ring off, though I fear hurting my beloved Harry’s feelings. I shall keep it on, as a testament to my love and a promise to her that Harry can be trusted. She whispers to me that my mother thought the same thing as my father. That she saw the same light and felt the same comfort in her own husband. But those men are different from my beloved. I tell her she has no reason to doubt him, that it’s unfair to judge him for the acts of men that have come and gone. She won’t hear me.

8/27/1842

I had another horrible nightmare and woke to a cold, empty bed. The same man as before was in the dream. The same ring was on my finger. He took me by my hand and led me to bed. I refuses to lie with him and his face twisted with terrible anger. He took my hips in his wide hands and I relented. In spite of his anger, there was a warmth to him. A light that shines through his blackened soul and gave me hope that he might one day change. As my dress slipped from my shoulders, the dream ended. She was waiting for me by the door. Her cheeks were wet with tears. I was like you once, she said, men never change. I told her my Harry has nothing to change. He is pure and handsome and kind. She shook her head and left me.

9/10/1841

He plagues me nightly. Every time I lay my head down, he’s waiting for me. With every night, he looks more and more like my beloved. His hair straightened and turned black. He shouts with a voice like thunder and crashes glass against the wall when I try to comfort him. I tell him I love him. He takes the words out of my mouth. Every morning, she’s waiting for me. By the door, on the porch; an apparition following me every step of my life. That was my ring, she says, but I’d already guessed that. I asked her who she was, and she replied: It doesn't matter. I’m someone else now, and I can protect you. I need no protection, I tell her, but she doesn’t hear me.

9/14/1841

My paranoia controls me. I finally told Harry about the woman and the dreams. He wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my hair. It’s okay, he says I’ll protect you. I’ll love you in sanity and madness alike. I’ll chase the man from your dreams and the woman from your visions. I still dream of him. I still see her, but I am loved. That’s all that matters.

9/20/1841

My beloved Harry’s support is something I never could have imagined. When I tell him where I see the woman, he stands in front of her and blocks her from my vision. He saves me the grief of having to interact with her. She still plagues me, though she never speaks. She watches with worried eyes as Harry dips me to give me a kiss, as his beard tickles my neck with his kisses. He protects me from her, just like he said.

10/1/1841

I’m still shaken from last night’s dream. Never in my life have I seen something so horrid, a scene so disgusting. I never would have thought my mind capable of conjuring such offensive visions. I awoke with tears and my beloved was there to hold me, to whisper into my hair that he has me, that I’m okay. And I was okay, though my hands still tremble as I write before bed.

I dreamt of the same man. This time, though, there was something wrong with him. I was timid and small, made to feel smaller by his oppressive figure. I was backed against a wall. There were hands around my throat. My lungs burned. My lips were numb as I dug my nails into his arms. As my vision faded, I looked at him one last time to find that it was my beloved Harry. I woke to see his face on the pillow next to mine. He left a bitter taste in my mouth.

10/2/1841

I’ve had enough. I confronted the woman, cornered her in my own home as her ghostly figure passed through my walls. I asked her who she was and she burst into tears. I noticed the bruises on her neck for the first time and she admitted to me, I am the Angel of Death. I come to you as I came to your mother and your mother’s mother, to warn you of the evil that lurks in every man’s heart and carry you away from their cruelty. I shouted at her, My Harry has no blackness in his heart. He is the off-white pages of my girlhood diary where I lamented my lack of love, where I professed my jealousy for my friends as they found love I vyed for. She shook her head, but I made her listen. My beloved Harry is good and pure. He loves me as I love him. He protects me against my madness, about the madness she brought onto me. I cursed her for my undoing. For my nightmares. For the voices that live between my ears and steal my thoughts from my head. I cursed her for daring to put such a horrible image in my head and I cursed her because I’ll never forget it. Harry heard the commotion and came to collect me. Now he lays his head on my thighs as I write. I’m infinitely thankful for him.

10/21/1842

My nightly horrors have grown too much to bear. Every night, Harry strangles me. I wake gasping for breath with tears on my cheeks. Tears that he dutifully wipes away, though I’ve learned to flinch from his touch. He never raises a hand to me, never speaks a harsh word to me. He’s always worried, always kind. He is a light in my life, one threatened to be snuffed out by the Angel’s cruel visions of the past. I confronted her again, once again on the porch so that I might not disturb my love. I asked her why she tortures me, and she tells me again that she’s protecting me. From what? I asked. She shook her head. You still don’t see it, she said. I don’t. I never will, because my beloved is not her husband. He is not my father nor my grandfather. He is a good, patient man, and she has no right to punish me for having a love purer than hers. My love is right, I said, and yours was wrong. My heart aches for you, but I have a life to live. I have love to dive into and comfort to feel. I don’t deserve to be driven mad like my mother and my mother’s mother. She shakes her head. She doesn’t hear me.

12/1/1841

We thought the delusion was genetic. We thought the woman mom saw in her dreams and out of the corner of her eye was a symptom of living in such an old home. Ma grew up on stories about a fair-skinned woman roaming the halls lamenting for her short life. This was before mom ever saw her. When grandma was still alive and had the mind to tell stories of her youth. She said the woman first appeared before her on her wedding day. There was an unfamiliar face in the crowd. The woman with blond hair and white eyes was crying in a church pew next to my great-grandmother, who warned her nonbelieving child of what she called the wedding ghost. I thought she was lying or crazy. I should have known better than to doubt three generations of women seeing the same apparition. I’m killing myself tomorrow to rid myself of her. Her fear and delusions, her unending scare tactics and the wailing in the middle of the night. She hovers behind my husband, my beloved Harry, and whispers over his shoulder all the horrible things he might do to me. The horrible things he wants to do to me. She never lies, she says, she never will. She claims she knows what’s best for me, but I know best. I’ve lived in my head longer than she has. I’ll put an end to her torture. I’ll die with the ring on my finger and hide my body so that no one else should be hurt the way she hurt me. She tells me she’ll accompany me in death, that she’ll carry me to somewhere better.

I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her.

I curse her. I pray that my body is too heavy for her arms, that she might be tied down to my corpse, that my rotting face will torture her as she’s tortured me with Harry’s.

My love, I’m sorry. It’s too much to bear.

#scp #scp foundation #scp canon #chaos insurgency #fanmade scp #chaos insurgency item #scp fanfiction #?#i'm trying my best to post concistently #and get an actual following #it aint much #but it's hard work #mainly because i'm trying not to spam tags for attention #that shit's irritating #but boy is it tempting

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hlvraik · 3 years

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i was just wondering if you would be willing to give a couple of fluff headcanons for each character, both their normal ver. and child ver.! if you were okay with that! 👉👈

Oh absolutely I would!!

[Quick side-note, this is going to be a long post, even if I only wrote one HC regarding the normal ver. and Kid-verse- so I'm going to hide the majority of them under the cut!]

Gordon;

On his days off of work, Gordon could usually be seen in his apartment in a messy bun, sweatpants, socks, and his iconic M.I.T. hoodie. and before he would have to pick up Joshua from school, he would either be attempting to clean up his entire apartment, only to clean for a good twenty minutes before getting distracted and singing and dancing with a broom to ABBA, or he would be marathoning movies on the couch while curled up in a blanket eating strawberry ice-cream. [Mainly 80's movies such as Ghostbusters or Back to the Future-]

While trying to make it out of Black Mesa, K!Gordon was known notoriously for hiding tiny friendly alien xen creatures, mainly snarks, in his hoodie, and every time the Science Team would expect that Gordon was hiding aliens from them, they would ask them to empty his hoodie of 'all of them'. Just imagine Darnold bending down to Gordon's eye level and asking politely to release all the snarks, and he would end up releasing 40 of them only for Coomer to speak up and say '-now Gordon, Doctor Darnold ask for you to release ALL of the snarks remember?' Then all of a suddenly he would release into his fluffy ponytail and pull out two more- [The Science Team were okay with Gordon having a couple of alien friends, but they weren't okay with hundreds of them-]

Coomer;

Whenever Coomer would forget to give Bubby their mandatory routine morning hug before they went to their separate departments, he would simply use his extendo-limbs to reach across the facility to give Bubby a hug. [Coomer works in Anomalous Materials with Gordon, while Bubby worked in Advanced Biology Research] He would sometimes also decorate his arms in green sticky notes that had cheesy 'i love you' quotes or simple questions on them like 'where should we go out for dinner tonight?', and sometimes Bubby respond by peeling them off and sticking news ones right back on- so whenever Coomer retracts his arm he would see that they're coveted in blue sticky notes from Bubby. [He saves everyone in a glass jar] 🥺

K!Coomer accidentally got his extendo-limbs stuck within a vending machine once as he was trying to steal a couple of snacks for him and the others. He didn't really mind it as he could just stretch out his extendo-limbs for forever, so he wasn't really 'stuck' in a way. However in the end, Coomer went up to Gordon and asked if he could help with his little problem, and with a one tired sigh and one swing of a crowbar, Gordon freed Coomer from his vending machine prison. With that, Gordon begged Coomer to just leave the vending machines up to him rather than attempting to do it himself- let's just say that wasn't the last vending machine Gordon had to free Coomer from- [k!bubby's sort of responsible as he encourages Coomer to do so- they just want a pop tart-]

Bubby;

Bubby would take advantage of his pyrokinesis for small mundane day-to-day tasks that individuals may simply overlook. Examples being: keeping his and possibly Coomer's cup of coffee, or hot chocolate, hot to the touch, always managing to make a perfect bag of popcorn, as he's would just heat up the individual kernels that didn't pop after taking it out of the microwave, and they would simply just keeping themselves and Coomer warm underneath the covers in bed whenever it's cold or snowing outside.

Although K!Bubby has a good grip on their pyrokinesis, they still doesn't have full control of it yet- Every time they would sneeze, there would be a slight chance that the tips of their hair, or a random object near by, may end up catching on fire, same could be said whenever they're throwing a 'temper' tantrum or whenever they're simply embarrassed. [Don't even get Gordon started with hiccups-it turns into a game of hot potato ashjsks-]

Tommy;

Tommy's an excellent skater, so much so that he traded off his normal work shoes for roller skates. He could usually be seen skating through Black Mesa halls, either by himself, or he could be seen with Sunkist pulling him. Tommy recently got Darnold a pair of roller-skates and you bet whenever they're both on their break, or they just want to kill time- Tommy would be teaching Darnold how to skate in his own lab. [Darnold has to admit, that Tommy made skating look easier than it seems.]

Along the way trying to escape Black Mesa, K!Tommy would occasionally either conjure up or would find random stickers that he would find laying around the facility, and with all stickers he would end up covering the other kids in stickers. Not even Gordon's H.E.V. suit was safe as near the end it was covered head-to-toe in stickers. [Also whenever G-man would appear, K!Tommy would try to cover his suitcase and his suit in stickers-]

Benrey;

Besides the Black Mesa Sweet Voice, Benrey is an amazing singer. He could be found singing or humming random showtunes whenever he's bored, or whenever it's karaoke night, and you bet whenever he's in the car with anybody he sings to whatever's on the radio. [Oh- and you know that post I mention where instead of Gordon cleaning up his apartment he would just end up singing? Well, Benrey decided to join in with him one time- let's just say that Gordon didn't enjoy the unwanted attention as he was scared and startled he ended up hitting Benrey with a broom-]

I just want to ramble about K!Benrey's Sweet Voice for a bit- Not only is it a tad bit out of pitch whenever they do it, but the bubbles end up coming out a little weird as well- like, they're more fragile then solid if that makes sense in a way. [They appear more wobblily like bubbles and they will pop so easily even if you're so gentle with them- not to mention the taste of them are extremely s w e e t.] Also the effects of the Sweet Voice are either highly random and don't correspond with their colors, or the effects are hardly there- example being getting hit with a sleep SV bubble and instead of falling asleep you only yawn. Finally, whenever Benrey's asleep, every time they open their mouth, they would produce Sweet Voice bubbles-

#hlvrai au #kid!au #Gordon freeman #Gordos Feetman #dr.coomer #dr.bubby #tommy coolata #benrey #Kid!Gordon #Kid!Coomer #Kid!Bubby #Kid!Tommy #Kid!Benrey

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