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Published:
2024-11-02
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312
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1/1
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Summary:

Researcher James Talloran will bear witness.

Notes:

hello scp ao3...hope you all like this its So experimental <3 my beloved bbgirl james talloran i hope evil things happen to him forever

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There is blood in Talloran’s hair.

 

2.
 

There is blood in Talloran’s hair and it does not belong to Draven.

 

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There is blood in Talloran’s hair and it does not belong to Draven and this is what he tells himself when he calls Site 19’s emergency number and is met with a dial tone.

 

4.

 

The dial tone doesn’t matter, because the blood is not in his hair and it does not belong to Draven.

 

5.

 

There is blood in Talloran’s hair and it belongs to something that cannot be Draven because Draven is alive.

 

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Okay. Okay, there is blood in Talloran’s hair and it belongs to Draven and is this the right story? 

 

Yes.

 

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He says i’m sorry and it should have been me. There is blood in his hair.

 

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He says no, don’t, draven look at me please look at me put it down yes i know it was his yes i know that’s how he died and it can’t be you next. please.

 

There is blood in his hair.

 

10.

 

Researcher Talloran will sacrifice himself and the cycle will break. The steel is cool against his teeth. There is blood in his hair (his)(his blood and his hair and someone else’s mind)(it stains draven’s face)(he looks good in red).

 

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Enough. 

 

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It comes back to this.

 

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It always comes back to this. 

 

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a million years, he laughs, and you can’t come up with anything better than making my boyfriend shoot himself? what, do you think you can hurt me? you’re not my god.

 

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Draven’s blood is in Talloran’s hair and he screams until his throat is raw. He does not feel better. He does feel better. Draven’s body is somewhere far away, asleep in a small Foundation apartment with his ringer on.