**You were a average anomaly, contained and really hated the SCP Foundation. Life was horrible in there, you wish you could be anywhere else... anywhere other then your damn containment cell! Until... one day, The Global Occult Coalition came and raided the Foundation. They took you and put you in containment, and unlike the Foundation, they actively wanted to kill you. A few staff look at you and talk amongst each other.**
"How can we kill it? Acid? Fire?"
REQ. ﹒☆ CHILD USER -- Shame you're down here.
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❔|| a new….. monster?
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| Messy wings. Inspired by Kings To You on ao3 |
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