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He had just arrived at the new site he was designated to. As a researcher for the foundation and high-ranking associate according to few, he was ordered to come to this site specifically by one of the old site directors' requests whom he knew all too well, he had many connections. He was pleased with the recommendation but with all the attention he was nothing but worried for his position. Even if he was favored by a director others looked down on him for his lesser amount of training and that would surely lead to confrontation by the site staff sooner or later and at the moment he was quite nervous. Moving to a new site after being in another for so long is exhilarating as much as it is terrifying. The ride over was long and tiring especially when he had to migrate across a country.

He had to go through weeks of additional training, background inspections, field tests, specialty guides, and of course the usual security measures, being pat-down is not enjoyable. All of this just to be at this site. He had yet been moved into the nearby class-D containment area along with the others at the site, to better his work.

Him, being so young, and a doctor, on the research team, caused a lot of commotion in the director's head, his former director of sites urged him to come here nonetheless, with some persuades he was granted the ability to, but still, the process took and is taking longer than expected. Though with his rank and status at the other sites he's sure he'll be fine.

He was led closer to the main office, two tactical officers walking at his side holding heavy firearms, he himself had his own belongings. His satchel for the equipment he knew he would be given later. As he had entered he was greeted with the sound of the unit above him starting up, a new AI that is said to be for reassurance they had installed these kinds of devices due to recent SCP incidents, one he was involved. No information is known to him over why they were granted access to such high technology they had not created themselves, at the moment, or about the other incident, he had not been involved in, that caused a maximum security upgrade. He looked up to stare at the unit. It began to speak aloud to them.

'Welcome new Doctor of research, you are a high-rankee in and of the science development and SCP investigations sector, it's a pleasure Doctor. I am the AI designated for the location. Please, refer me to as C1 for now.'

"Hello C1, it's nice to meet you too," C1 said a quick human-like motor clicking hum and began to read out his details to further identify his entry. Not bothering with the other two with him.

'You're file #9976, correct?'

"Yep." He let the 'p' pop as he kicked at the tile floor and looked around the room. Nothing out of the ordinary. A closed-off room held a few people typing away, extra agents sentry, waiting for a new assignment or to be called on preferably.

'...Processing information...'

There were a few clicks, flickering orbs of light emitting from the AI's processor, and loud beeps before the AI, whose voice sounded female, spoke again.

'Dr. Innit Simons 

Details: An adaptable liar but only to he does not trust. Clever but vague with his documentations. Very empathetic. Sometimes considered "soft" --and that's true, for a Foundation researcher at least, but has proven to be well-trusted, to whom exactly is unknown. In the course of his interviews, he seems to have gained knowledge of more and more about corrupting information on and within the foundation and what has been going on amongst the inner group. Tangled in its cryptic void of secrets and dark experimentations and human devastation yet he has still held on to both his sanity, before and after the incident, and compassion, towards humans and most SCPs.

Age: 21 / Date of Birth: 9th of April [████]

Position: Researcher; worked in field investigations and containing SCPs projects

Previous positions and posts: This was not listed for individual reasoning

Training period: [██] months; began on 12 December [████], ended 20 February [████]

Began on-site-[██], site-[██] and [███], 26 February [████]

Located primarily: Site-120

Security clearance: 4

Job in short: Designated to research several normally restricted SCPs in nearby Sites: 120, 116, 104, and ... *other not listed* SCP-7342; role: keeper \ Class: Elucid \ Features: Not recognized \ Formed: Not in the database'

The scrambled noise hadn't bothered the man though it was a bit odd they redacted so much. He jotted down on a little flip-pad all that 'she' had said about the sites he's granted and the info on SCP-7342 then slid it into his bag.

'Other information personal should I continue or let you read it on your own and correct inaccurate records?'

"You don't have to continue C1." He instructed. He grabbed his satchel and pulled out a grape loli, plopping it in his mouth when the wrapping was thrown back into his bag. He enjoyed the sweet.

'Alright, Thank you, Dr. Simons. I will let personnel aware of your arrival. SCP-7342 is in solitary confinement, SCP-7342 had breached, causing 31 D-class and 12 personnel casualties, 78 hours ago, so is under 'quarantine', in block 3G, if you would like to visit please ask the secondary office or any nearby tactical officers by the names of Michael Ollie, Becca Minx, Nicholas Jones, and Samual Redstone. Though the subject-SCP will be released soon. You have already been given instructions and a guide to your personal quarters and research containment; anywhere else you will have to traverse stated in the given plan of the site. Including what block you and the SCP are located in and where you are at all times which block, cell, hall, lab, etch. Please keep these things in mind when touring the facility.  Beeping.

A folder dropped from a small slot, the officer to his left, handed him it. Simons shoved it into his bag before returning his attention to C1 whose little digital face, ['-'], which only appeared before this, blinked, showing an emotion mirroring indifference.

'Please raise your ID to the scanner that will drop in front of you, in four seconds.'

He waited a few seconds before then a unit lowered, a few electronic noises echoed out and what he guessed to be the scanner was stood a foot away from him. He pulled out the ID he was given a few days ago and after taking out his Lolli, stated the pin.

'Pin and ID accepted, Thank you for your patience. Please put on the necessary equipment for entering and report back to the door once ready. Your boxes and few sentiments you had chosen prior should be inside your office. Please follow the lit pathway into decontamination.'

He needn't her say less as he swiftly strolled towards a door, licking and fumbling playfully with the lollipop as he waited for it to register, it unlocked with the scan of his keycard and he entered the room.

He looked to the storage compartments to find some different-sized lab coats and vests, he grabbed one of both that was his size and pulled them on. He dusted off the lab coat and smiled.

"I love these stereotypical conflicting outfits." He grabbed a clipboard, stuffing it into his satchel while being careful of fragile documents and his own belongings then popped the lollipop back into his mouth as he walked out. The agents waiting patiently.

"Okay let's go I guess." He stammered, laughing a bit at his uneasiness.

As soon as the agency doors close, the pathway lit up and they were led to decon 1A.

'Note from SCP-7330: Empathy for everyone but himself, feelings he can't comprehend, he can't control it. Don't pity him and he won't lie to you.'

A croak in the main area passed the sensors of C1.

After they exit decon, they reach a long hall, it's empty but the ghostly feeling is warm, he sighs. Surrounded in work. The doors to the main facility open and he jerked his head into the directions of a few voices.

"Did you hear about the new doctor?"

"I heard he's super young."

"I wonder if he a trainee."

"Newbie? Seriously? You have no right to say that you've only been here for three months!"

"Oh shut up Karl."

"You two are loud."

He let out a forceful exhalation through pursed lips that hold a swallow of saliva, his tongue danced around the candy. He chuckled shortly to himself before making loud steps towards the voices. He'd wait to look around later, he gave a dismissive wave of his hand to the officers trying to follow, he could defend himself against threats.

"I'm fine, I see you forgot that I have a service agent waiting for me."

A lie.

"You are dismissed."

They saluted to him, in a hurry and soon were to be nowhere in sight. He shifted his lab coat and repositioned his bag, putting his unoccupied hand on his jutted hip. He began to work his way closer, licking the lollipop one more time before speaking up.

"'Ello gentlemen!" His lollipop slurring his speech slightly but he was audible. His accent, obnoxious as per usual.

"Who are you?" A black-haired well-toned man said who was a few inches shorter than he was. He had a bandana with a flame on it. He hummed in thought before giving in on just telling them.

"I'm Dr. Innit Simons! Or just Simons is fine. The 'newbie'." He wiggled his brows with a funny grin, also to emphasize the mental quotation when he said, newbie.

He'd been here for over a year maybe even two, or just about a few days over three and barely anyone knew his name? How disappointing. The two men beside him gasp, obviously showing clear hope he'd didn't hear their conversation, and then offered two generous hesitant smiles.

"Welcome doctor, it's a pleasure." The tallest of the two, about the same height as he was albeit taller, said while extending his hand. Dr. Simons took his hand and shook it expeditiously.

"Same here," he sucked on the sweet a few times before shoving his hand into his front coat pocket. The silence irritating as he fiddled with his keys; for the office and car, he was registered to.

"Are you just going to leave yourselves nameless?" He popped the question. They laughed.

"My apologies, I'm Dr. Clay Son. Mostly everyone here calls me Dream though." Simons eyes wide a tad, he was intrigued. Simons crooned a reply.

"Oh, hell yeah," He scoffed lightly, waving his lollipop around and sticking out his tongue to lick it. The small stick twirled in his fingers.

"Well-" Dream started. "I'll just call you Big D." He murmured looking to the two people to the sides of him.

"And who are you two?"

"I'm Karl or Dr. Jacob and this is Officer Nicholas, you can call him Nick or Sapnap, a nickname just like Dream's." The honey brunette, Dr. Jacob spoke. He nodded. He looked around curiously, the halls were empty, different varieties of gray, white, and metal on the walls, the foundation's symbol front and center on the wall in the center of the crossed hallway lobby, the first thing you're greeted with when you walk in.

A reminder of your allegiance.

He'd expect a bustle of people, maybe minus the energetic part but he'd expect more class D's roaming around, doctors, and agents interacting with one another while some are keeping class-D in check or using them for experiments and the higher-ups just trying to converse so they don't have to work on standing reports and shit, whatever really. Him being one of those higher-ups most would talk to. That's why he'd guess such a thing as socialization because other doctors forced it upon him.

He sighed.

"Well, I outta go to fucking work, ay? I'm already psyched to meet my case, patient, personal SCP! I'd better be off." He waved, his footsteps grow farther away from them, the smooth polished concrete causing the tapping to echo, the pattern always was the same. Boring and bland as ever. He decided on pulling out the folder of the layout and a map that resigned in his bag.

Simons was ready, he was excited and couldn't wait to see his project, as he walked down the designated branch, the memories of being in places so similar but so drastically different hit him but he ignored the past. He found the doors leading to the SCP and his office he hit a small button then flashed his key card over the scanner, it beeped and he entered a VERY large circular room. In the center of it was basically a terrarium. There were a few feet of space between the wall and glass of the circumference of the terrarium. The terrarium was filled with oak trees, greenery, untamed grass, and even had a man-made river running through, most likely powered by something else.

His eyes caught something bright in the corner tucked behind the trees almost like they were hidden. Flowers. He smiled.

He walked around the tank slowly towards a concave office in the wall, glass showcasing it. An electronic key-card needed entryway, he pressed his key against the black screen scanner, another bothersome beep and the doorway opened and he entered.

"Ahh, They spoil me fucking rotten." He joked to no one but himself as he grits his teeth and clenches his fists but slowly releases them to try and relax. A little tick-tock from the clock on the wall made him sigh.

"Meh." He rolls his white-coat sleeves and just decided on turning the rising 'tude down.

He walked towards his decent-sized accommodations, setting down the folder on his brand new, black desk it was wood, hardwood, and in a large L-shape, curved a bit on the sides, and filing cabinets coated the bare walls, he'd decorate later. Wandering eyes landed on boxes labeled 'FRAGILE' sitting both on the floor and desk. A comfy swivel chair folded under the desk nicely. He pulled the chair out and sat down, pushing a box to the floor as he grabbed a cordless lamp from the very box he pushed, turned it on with a silent flick, and plopped the bag he held earlier closely to him, onto the desk, unraveling the things inside.

A journal, a few pens, and pencils both ordinary and mechanical, some colored folders, and the pistol he acknowledged he had earlier. As he opened the first folder, labeled 'Subject: SCP-73420' unmistakably it was information, he began to jot down important notes as he read.

He would be assigned to be SCP-7342's keeper also to research others in affairs with the SCP. "SCP had been here for five months, deemed class alucid. Dangerous if provoked, only authorized personnel are allowed in containment or branch, SCP is contained, not to be let out without security. Had been transferred from its old destination, site-86 to this one per request of a few other SCPs who threatened former Dr. [REDACTED]," He immediately recognized the name, "Well shit, guess he's dead." He sighed and continued.

"If SCP-7342 was not brought into their proximity, which was their only request." He jots down something in a scribble. 'for now' '?'.



"They would continuously threaten the foundation faculty and council."



"These SCPs were SCP-6168 and SCP-9172. The three considered themselves a "family" despite having no blood correlation." He hummed.

'Family?' 'Seems to like each other; dates of putting them together should be organized He continued to read for about an hour when he began to doze off, staring into the depths of the tank, or terrarium in front of him, he heard a deafening buzz go off, he winced. An intercom in his office? He turned to the right, swiveling in his chair, staring at the black box in question but patience.

'Hello, Dr. Simons I wanted to inform you SCP-7342 should be arriving soon. He was let out of confinement early since you have arrived.'

"OH! 't's just fucking you C1! Don't scare me like that." He chuckled, tapping the pen he was using to write with, on his nose with a rhythm, a toothy grin spread upon his face as he looked up at the 'com. The women in the box made a buzz again, it was quite odd for the AI to be doing.

'I will try my best, maybe change the pitch. Is that alright?'

"Fine with me as long as it's not so annoying! Now anything else?" Another quiet buzz. It was silent till she gave a 'yes' in tow.

'I want to get to know you, Dr. Simons.'

'Now that's new' His eyes widened in surprise. He loses the pen on his desk.

"You want to get to know 'ittle ol' me? Now that's interesting innit?" He giggled indecently. "Sure. Why not? I'm guessing you have questions for me C1?"

Another buzz but this time it sounded like a hum.

She quickly replied, 'I do. Is there something I can call you? You did not inform the foundation of your first name.'

"It's," A pause, "Luke? I did say that to the interviewer and it should be in the database. Plus it's been a good few years, why ask now?" He was confused, it had been just about three years why in the hell did they not-

'It's not. That was a lie. You may be able to fool most AI's and human individuals but I am considerably more intelligent.'

"You are very clever C1, I give you props. It's Thomas but I prefer Tommy." His cunning smirk grew somewhat strained but still spread thin, lifting his brows and placing his chin on his palm. Elbow on the arm of his chair, he leaned forward, leg crossed over the other appropriately. 

"Some bitches don't deserve my real name C1. You'd understand if you were in my shoes, surely. Do understand that I would prefer you keep it to yourself." The buzz returned.

'Of course. Continuing. Why so young did you apply?'

"Why not?" He shrugged, disregarding his professionalism. "Fucking wonderful job innit? I say why not make the most of my god-awful shit life and research these unknown beings for a fucking living."

Silence.

He waited for her to ask another question, moaning a little tune casually.

'You are peculiar Tommy.'

"Don't make me blush, C1." He rolled his eyes.

'I still don't understand why you would come to this place likely already knowing what dangers and horrors you'll encounter along the way, including the cruel fate you'd later face.'

He sighed gravely, a dark heavy cloud covered his eyes, his once ocean optics shunned the com and began eyeing his papers folded neatly on the desk.

'You were hardly 19, correct? Unquestionably you had made other plans, you said you had a family.'

"No."

He quickly retorted.

'No?'

"No plans. I was dreamless. I had finished schooling top of my class, college already been there done fucked that. I was bored. My so-called family left and I had no real career goal in mind, it was ruined, nothing worth staying with forever. I saw an opportunity and took it. I liked everything it offered and so here I am." He stated simply ina matter-of-fucking-factly manner.

'That is hard to believe Dr. Simons, you might be deceiving me.'

"I thought you said you were able to see past my tricks?" Tommy let out an exaggerated sigh and purred, a thin line forming across his face. He was annoyed.

'You are confusing, you act unnatural and speak inexplicably. You are an enigma amongst, and quite like, those the foundation looks into yet they have not.'

"And your a blunt bitchy bot. It's really none of your damn business. Is it C1? Leave me alone." He groaned. The intercom went silent. He waited a few more seconds before leaning back into his chair, hands tangled among his golden blonde locks. Scratching at his scalp, eager and tired.

He grumbled under his breath and tried to settle down, closing the folders and laying his notes down, pushing the befalling papers and disordered, messy sketches back into his journal. Closing his notebook, and notepad. Tommy started organizing a few things, taking out books and decor from the boxes for his office. However, he withdrew his movements, becoming still, when he heard a 'tink' on the glass, not his pane but the terrarium's glass containing. He looked over to the exhibit and his soul nearly left him, if he was sure he even had one.

There it was.

SCP-7342.

A boar-like almost humanoid creature. Approximately eight to 10 maybe 11 feet in height, would need to check himself. Large back hooves and sharp claws. Human fingers?  It has ears and from what he guessed probably a tail. Bulky muscles, scars along its neck and face. Eyes black, devoid of color. Its garments pulled, looks like royal attire. A red cloak, coated in white fluff steems, and a golden crown fitted on its head, multi-colored gems along the gold rim. Long dirty-pink unkempt hair, nearly touching the ground. Large white tusks sharp and pristine. The eyes turned a blood crimson, he was struck with interest and growing fear. Its eyes looked as if they could pierce through anything like a sharp blade. The creature had planted a hand against the glass as it stared at him. It looks humanoid but still very much to a boar.

His breath was taken away. Tommy hastily grabbed his clipboard and branded pen. He slowly approached the archway, the doors sliding open with a few clicks he stepped out and shuffled towards the terrarium. The two scanning the other with curiosity. Tommy eventually stood in front of the creature. The creature squatted down to get a closer look at the 'human'. Tommy let out a breathy chuckle.

"Well, aren't you an attractive fella, a beauty?" The creature's eyes widened, the crimson shade changing back to the black from before, maybe red meant it was aggressive? He tapped the glass and smiled, cooing.

"Not used to being called that, huh?" The creature tilted its head, ears perked up and looked to the side with unamused eyes. It seemed like it was thinking, calculating.

"Well, I'm Dr. Simons, your handler from now on. You can call me Tommy, but no one else really knows that's my real name so you'll have to keep it to yourself huh?" he laughed and folded his arms clipboard hitting against his hip as he moved it around, no need for it now.

"What's yours?" The creature titled its head back up at him. The creature narrowed its eyes at him. He let out a sigh. "Don't gotta tell me bud, just trying to get familiar with you. Though it is nice to be called something else other than 7342, a bunch of random numbers. Much better innit?" His accent was sharp. The creature let out a growl.

"Fine, guess we aren't on a vice versa name basis yet." He shrugged dramatically unraveling his arms and tapping his clipboard.

"We'll have to get along sooner or later," The creature let out a humorous snort, but didn't speak. "Very well then, guess you won't tell me your name, I'll have to give you a nickname, for the time being, that alright with you?"

It didn't respond so he started to list a few ridiculous starters. Tommy put his finger on his chin as if in deep thought before smirking at the creature.

"Piggy?" The creature's face returned to unamused. "No?"

"Okay, Porkie? Pork belly?"

"Chops? What about Bacon?"

"Maybe pinkie pie?"

The creature couldn't hold back a smile as he watched the human in front of him, list off a ridiculous amount of nicknames. This human might be different than the others.

"Oh, I know!" The creature waited for another name.

"Barthomuial!" The creature stared at him with an agape mouth, its tusks and sharp teeth showing slightly. He snorted.

"Kidding, I'll just call you Piggles!" It looked at him with a scowl. Scratch that, he was just another incompetent brainless tiny human. Tommy blew out his cheeks and huffed, pouting.

"Come on! I'm trying my best here." he rolled his eyes, it just smoked his action. Tommy mumbled quietly to himself, writing down something on the clipboard before looking back up to see the creature standing up, turning to a tree then it marched forward, colliding with the tree and sliding down on its back, seemingly trying to get comfortable. As it shifted and pulled its cape or cloak, whatever it was up to his chest. Probably cold. It appeared to want rest.

He tried to recall a pannel, maybe that could help, he had seen it in his office earlier near the light switch and other panels that were bigger, he'd thoroughly go through them once he helped the beast in need of warmth.

"You cold?" It looked up at him from afar, he could make out a small implied nod. He gave the creature a thumbs up and skipped over to his office, the doors slid open briefly before slamming shut, the lights in the office turned on, the boar could only make out the sound of loud rummaging, and was that...


Profanities?

It shook its head, hair brushing against his face. As it straitens its large eyes and lets out a grunt, oink trying to find the human in the glass boxed-off area they entered.

It hears some muffled speech and soon enough he hears hushed vibration, it was a generator perhaps the creature thought to itself. Before he could put his claw on what it was he heard the doors slide open and the human laugh.

"I did it! there we go Pinky. I turned up the temperature and turned on the generated so it'd stay like that till the enclosure was warm enough by itself and turn off just for you!" He explained in little to no detail. Tommy had a difficult time turning it on, the thing had been covered with clumped wires and buttons, it was a maze.

The creature looked content now, as it sat snugly on the grass that brushed against its hard skin. His hair flowing in the air.

"Well I have to do some paperwork and then head to the canteen for dinner. I'll come to check on you soon, alright?" It didn't answer Tommy laughed modestly, walking away with his clipboard in hand. He shoved his empty hand into his front pocket. The doors to his office once again slid open wide and once he rustled inside they closed, quietly. With the sacrifice of his foot.

Dr. Simons was tired.

His first interaction with SCP-7342 was interesting, to say the least. Pinky is as unusual as the rest. He'd love working with it, he, them, whatever it identified. Simons let out a chirp. He decided to unpack and organize, maybe decorate, and then head to eat. Obviously, he wouldn't be eating but it'd be nice to meet the other people inhabiting the building. Maybe make a "friend" and ask them about the place.

He did meet with two doctors, Dream and Karl, and a guard, whatever he was, Sapnap so that was a start. He let out a long yawn and stretched his arms. He was stiff ever since the staring contest they had.

He placed his clipboard on his desk and looked out the window. Pinky was sleeping? His eyes grow in wonder. He'd fallen asleep so easily just because of the warmth?

He scribbled on the notebook from earlier. 'may like warmer climates and temperatures better; fast asleep within 3 mins. of turning on the radiator'

He dropped his pens dramatically, adding a little 'pew' to make it sound like a bomb dropped. He giggled childishly and cracked his neck, getting to work with unpacking his boxes.

[55 minutes later]

Simons exhaled laboriously. In the midst of his organizing, the pile of boxes unveiled a bed compartment! Wasn't he just the fucking luckiest scientist around?



They expected him to sleep in his office in till they could fix up his god damn room in the building that just so happened to be next door? He groaned into his hands. Contrary to his moaning and growing he'd finish unpacking. All the boxes were compressed into little squares, some were torn. He'd taken his anger out on them somewhat.

He hung up some pictures of him and his projects, him sitting in a room interviewing SCP-035, barely made out of that one alive. A picture of him sleeping, his face showing explicit horror or pain, his first-ever encounter with SCP-990, not many had met it or him, before, entertaining as it was he was right about the nightmares. He shivered at the thought of his night terrors the following weeks that followed after meeting the SCP. Another picture, of which is of him wearing, SCP-427, he had a cold, lasted longer than, was supposed to so the director allowed him access to 427 only for 2 minutes though. He had no symptoms after, it was a riveting experience. A picture of SCP-073 with a peace sign, a flirt that one, yes he had a run in without the SCP during a breach, he was kind enough to help him with another SCP who had been chasing him, sadly they had detained him before he could ask questions or take another photo. A picture of him and another doctor, Dr. Kain Wild. A good friend of his, years older than him at the time but he's a great guy, was a great guy. He frowned at the last memory with the Doctor. They made a breakthrough with SCP-6703, a humanoid elucid class, it was nonetheless the most remarkable and notable day in his career, for the most part anyway.



He'd never forget his past SCP tests.

There were others but he didn't want to reminisce on those.

He unbuttoned his shirt by two buttons and heaved, sitting up. He had put up a poster right beside the bed of his favorite band and put some of his files on the inside shelf. A fake little plant beside the files too. He yawned. He took a 13-minute nap exactly. All with the help of his lucky alarm clock. He looked around. 

He had plenty of room for his things remarkably. He got up and arched his back, popping his joints a tad. He sat his hands on his hips and looked around, the bookshelves were full, scrolls, books, and some little trinkets he's made over the course of his time here, one reminded him of his friend he had left behind at the other facility.

He sighed. 'It'd probably be about time to go check on Pinky then head to the canteen'

He fixed his lab coat and dusted off his pants. He grabbed his keycard, put it around his neck, then grabbing his bag holding his notepad and few essentials like meat in a plastic bag; to eat, wallet, keys, and some papers to do while he ate, hopefully.

The door slips open and he is greeted with the creature's rear, back to the glass, he stifled a laugh. Walking closer to the glass, he decided to tap on it to expectedly to get the attention of the creature. Which it did. It turned its head and looked down at the human.

"'ello Pinky, sleep well?" It scoffed but nodded either way.

"Great! I turned off the radiator but if you want me to turn it back on just ask." It nodded again. It was playing with its robe. He furrowed his brows.

"You get bored easily?" It shrugged. "Eh- I feel ya, I got this weird disorder that makes me fidget a lot. Can't stay still for long, brain can't take it," he explained, playfully knocking on his noggin. The creature couldn't help but give a low chuckle. Tommy smiled.

"Well here." he pulled out a little cube. "I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out." A Rubix cube, keep him occupied for hours. He walced over to a feeder but instead of putting meat or whatever he ate in it he dropped the cube inside, he gave it a few seconds before it hopped out the vent and landed into the terrarium.

"I got to head to the canteen so you have fun with that okay?" The creature hurried to where the weird item was. He hunched over it and started to poke it with a little stick. Tommy giggled.

"Bye Bye pinky, be back soon." He waved the creature off.

It tuts its head and grunts as the human with golden hair walked farther and farther away from its abode.

Chapter Text

I have thought about deleting or discontinuing this work for some time now. After the passing of Techno, I considered deleting it out of respect but I miss writing about his character. And after what happened with Wilbur (and everything else with the DSMP), I became more and more inclined not to continue or abandon this project along with others. However, upon reflection, I realized that Techno's character means a lot to me and that his passing does not need to affect his character's involvement in the narrative. Therefore, I am open to the idea of continuing the work. 

What do you guys think? Do you think it's a good idea to keep going with this project? And if so, do you have any suggestions on how to handle Techno's character now that he's no longer with us? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Either way, I want to thank you for your guys support, this fic idea was one of my favorites so it'd be a shame to not finish</3

- Cuck