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SCP-3153: He just wants to be your friend.
SCP-106: The old man
MC POV
It had been a few days since, my interview with that Bitch Lady. I haven`t done much in that timeframe. I came up with and wrote down some 'new' ideas for Playtime, and did some other CEO stuff for the other companies that I was now in charge of. I also did a little bit of magic study during that timeframe.
That bitch lady still hasn't given me a secretary for the business yet, and the only thing that she has me do is experiments. Its how fast I can do this or that, how strong I am, my intelligence scoring, and all that stupid shit. I already took three different IQ test for crying out loud.
Today was probably going to be something stupid again. I woke up from my bed, and looked around at the empty space in front of me. It felt strange to see this place as empty as it is currently. It didn't take Dream long to clear this place out. He got rid of all the rubble, junk and all the other stuff to it. Dream was the smartest demon that I had, he was on the verge of forming his own personality and the ability to use speech. Originally, I thought about sealing the underground area of Playtime, but thought better of it.
I could use this place as a base of sorts. You could never go wrong with having more bases, nick furry. I could also add things to it, improve the structure, add magical seals and other types of things to improve what is already here. What I would use it for I honestly had no clue. Maybe to start working on creating life to make this place a safe haven for if shit goes crazy up top.
I wonder if I can create a sentient race of insects people. Would the Foundation get mad at me for creating a new race, and being their creator and God? Nah, I am sure they will be fine with it. Probably should go in to work. It would be really cool to have a talking ant colony that helps with building, fixing and other stuff for underground structures. I could make a lot of money off that. Oh, and what about a centipede that is always your friend. A centipede dog, that cant die. [SCP-3153]
I need to write these ideas down. Taking out my notebook I wrote down my new ideas for making builder-ants, and centipede immortal friend. I had other ideas like a teddy bear that fought your nightmares and bad dreams. There was also the idea I had about creating a doctor bear. A bear that could fix any physical issues. That would also sell fairly well in the supernatural world.
I really should go back to Site-17 before people start getting mad, and Selene gets in trouble or something. But, before that.
"Onyx get me a book on volume five of life magic, and magical biological principles."
The two books dropped in my hand with no problem. The cool thing about magical books was that even though they had over a thousand pages, there weight and volume was that of a normal text book with maybe 300 pages. The magical books never, no matter how many pages were in it. Never, ever got more then a certain weight and volume.
I put the magical biological principles book in my pouch, and started reading the five volume of life magic. While reading I made a portal into Site-17. Most people at this point weren't scared of me popping out of places. There were a few people that only got scared of me, because my portals looked like SCP-106.
"Max! What did I tell you."
I sighed put my book away, and looked at the woman walking towards me like an angry mother.
Selene was lenient with me about what I did, but that also came with rules. Rules like I could sleep in any location I wanted to, as long as I was at the assigned Foundation site at a certain time. It was a rule that I barely followed. They said be at Site-17 at 8am, and I was there at the Site around 8:56 or so. Needless to say it got Selene in trouble or 'talked to' a lot.
I would feel bad for her, but I really didn't care much about it.
"You told me to be here at 8, and I am"
She pinched the bridge of her nose, and said with a tried sigh.
"Its 840. That is a whole 40 minutes late."
"Really? Sorry I got lost in the quality of life, and ideas. Speaking of which, hypothetically…speaking. If I say made an ant colony that make build a city completely underground or like…a centipede that was immortal but SUPER friendly how would you feel about that? Strictly hypothetical of course."
"What? Please tell me you didn't do that. Oh, max..please tell me you didn't do that."
"No. Geez give me some credit I said hypothetically didn't I. Besides, think about how cool it would be. A friend that protects you, and never died. Oh.Oh, and the ants. Did you know how much people could save if there were construction worker ants. OH construction ants that is perfect!"
"NO! As much as I love your imagination. Please, if you make any…attempts of these things fill out the proper form and get an official request. Please, for me. I can`t keep getting called into the Site Directors office because of you."
"FINE! I will put a request in. But, seriously I think it is a good idea. Anyway, what are we going to today. Any of that stupid strength or whatever test. Cause I am getting tried of that shit."
"No today, we are going to see about you creating a stable portal into that otherworld as you call it"
"Really? Oh finally something actually cool to do."
"You did state that you can make a portal there correct?"
"Yes"
"Can you bring other people in said portal? Is the portal safe? And can it be stabilized for actual use? Are the questions we plan on working on today and the foreseeable future."
"Awesome. Oh and..hmm…you guys have D-class for me right? You know, to stop me from going all…cuckoo cuckoo."
"Yes, we have already selected your…needs."
"Thanks. Now lets go"
We walked to the experimentation room. It looked like that science lab area on Strange things. The place that had a giant hole in the wall. Except this place had labcoats walking around, taking notes, and there wasn't a giant hole in the wall…yet.
Me and Selene went to the back area. An older researcher came up to us.
"We have gotten the area ready for SCP-8937 to test its ability to form a stable portal to this otherworld as we have so gracefully started calling it."
"Thanks. Alright Max. I need you to go to the platform on the center and try to make a portal"
I did that stupid salute the kids back in Playcare use to do and said "Roger, Roger" in the most annoying way possible. It was fun to piss off the researchers sometimes, better to scare the piss out of them though.
I got to the center of the room and looked at the blank wall in front of me.
"You may begin"
I took a deep breath and exhaled. Most of the time with me teleporting around it was more like instinct. I wanted to go somewhere, and there I went. Now I needed to make where I went something other people could do. It was like having a key to a door for me. I had the key that could open any door, and those doors could take me anywhere I wanted to go.
The key was only mine, and the door was something that only I could see. For this to work I needed to create the door, make it visible. Then I needed to create a key that would not only be available but also something that anyone could use.
I kept trying to make the door, but it felt like I was hitting a wall. The more I tried to create a door, the more something pushed back. I don't know how much time passed, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't make a portal big enough to work.
"Yeah, it aint working."
"Keep trying 8937"
I turned to stare at the observation window.
"I said it wasn't working, what don't you understand about that. It literally feels like I am pushing a fucking wall. A wall, that I really..really..dont want to break. So yeah, not working"
"Very well, we will start the next test. Bring in D-8887"
The guards brought in a woman. She was probably in her late twenties. Black hair, white, looked like she was a druggy or something. Probably why she was a D-class. She tried to say something, but her guards didn't let her. They brought her close to me, and walked back to the 'safe zone'.
"Alright, 8937 please take D-8887 into 'otherworld'"
I grabbed her hand before she could do anything and said with a smile.
"Alright come with me lady. Hope you don't die."
We..well I teleport into the central area of the city, next to the church. The woman was still alive, I could tell immediately because she was coughing like crazy.
"Where….the…fuck….am I?"
"Welcome to my city…or legally speaking a co-owned city but whatever. It is my city, I cleared this damn place out. Anyway, how do you feel?"
"Like my god damn lungs are going to burst you sadist fuck."
"Yeah, Sorry not sorry"
"Come in. Come in. D-8887 can you hear us."
The woman grabbed the radio that was on her person, and looked like she was going to throw it on the ground. However, with me here she thought better of it.
"I am here."
"Tell me, how do you feel. Any issues, concerns."
"Besides this sadist demon child, and feeling like my lungs were going to fucking exploded no. Not that I can feel anyway."
"Good, you will be staying there for three days with SCP-8937. He will ensure your safety throughout that time period. You have enough food and water to last the appropriate amount of time, In the meantime you are collect soil samples, air samples, and other materials you find there."
"WAIT! I have to stay here for three days with this demon looking child….he isn't going to kill me right? I am not going to die here right? You-"
"Calm down D-8887, you are not going to die. Like I said SCP-8937 will ensure your safe return. Contract us if anything happens. Dr.Collin out."
The woman did something that I didn't expect her to do. She dropped the radio down on the ground, and starting crying. Hands in her face, looking kind of pathetic in a way. Strange, was I suppose to feel bad about this?
"Why are you crying. This isn't even that bad. You just have to stay here with me. It could be worse."
"Oh shut up. Like you fucking care. This is probably one of those crazy ass things where I am never heard from again. You are going to fucking kill me, and on one is going to give a shit. No one is going to fucking care about some druggy bitch of a whore like me."
"Your right to be honest I don't care, and probably no one else does. That being said you are lucky and wont die here. So again I should congratulate you on that part. That all being said and done how about we talk. After all three days is a long time."
"Fuck me, fuck this place, and fuck you." She said while still sitting on the ground, with some tears in her eyes.
"Better?" I asked her.
"Shut up."
I merely shrugged at her comment and said.
"Follow me"
We stayed quiet the rest of the way to the castle. When we entered, I led her towards the guest room. It was a lively room, with cozy chairs, new rugs, and even a large bed. It was a mix between a living room and a bedroom.
"Sit" I said as I gestured to one of the chairs. She did as I said.
"Hmm how about a smoke? Helps calms the nerves or whatever." I pulled out two pipe from my pouch lit both of them and then handed one to her.
She looked at it carefully before taking a hit. It was too strong for her, and she started coughing again.
"What is this stuff?"
"Strong pure tobacco my friend. Now what led to you being a D-class. A crazy story I hope."
"Yeah, well…I killed my dad."
"Oh? And why did you do that."
"I am a crazy druggy bitch that's why?"
"I don't believe that is entirely true. You do realize that you will be stuck in here with me for three days right? Might as well have someone to talk to during that time."
"Yeah well…what do you care? What are you anyway, some demonic child. I hear what you did, killed all those people."
"Yes well. Mistakes were made and whatnot. I care because I am curious. I want to know, so tell me"
"I-I..it..my shit father raised me, my mom left when I was young and I never knew why for a long time. It wasn't until…until I got older that I found out why."
"And why was that?"
"My…he..he liked younger girls. He..was a high ranking cop, and when he did things to me. No one believe me, said I was making things up. It got worse when I started doing drugs. It didn't stop..never did."
"So you killed him?"
"No..Yes..not for that. No, I killed him because I had a younger sister. She is thirteen now, and well..he likes them young. You are a genius right? You know where this shit goes. I couldn't let her live through it, so I stabbed that motherfucking bastard and killed him. When the cops came, well I was sent to jail. My sister…Rebecca, I never told her about our dad. About the piece of shit he was. So I went to jail, guys in fancy suits came said that they could make my time shorter if I did…this."
"Do you think it was the right choice?"
"Now…looking back on it. I want to punch my younger self in the face. A month they said, yeah. I will be lucky to survive a month here in this place."
"Yeah. You are probably going to die here. Not here, here, but here at the Site. It is bound to happen"
"And what about you. Uh? What is your deal. You some demon, angel, monster thing. Passing off as some nightmare child looking thing?"
"Hmm..well I told Dr. Selene this. But I will answer that question. For you and the people listening. You can think of me as a…well…a demon. Helpfully demon, but a demon nevertheless. So, you pass. I like what you did."
"You liked that I killed my dad? Isnt tha-"
"Demon remember. You been told you are the bad guy, but I don't think so. So, with that being said I will give you two gifts. Think of it as a…warm welcome as the first person, even if you were voluntold, to be at my city. First gift how about I manage to get your sister into my orphanage. Don't worry, it is actually a good place. I am not lying. The Foundation makes sure that the kids there have the best of the best."
"Why would the foundation keep an orphanage?"
"Because if they don't I get to kill them. Second, I will bring your dad soul here. I am a bit of a necromancer, and communicating with the dead is something that I am good at. Here"
I reached into my bag, and pulled out a small knife. It was a knife that could harm spirits. She put the pipe down on the table. Grabbed the knife from my hands and said.
"What is this?"
"In simple terms a magic knife. A blade that can harm spiritual beings."
"Why? Why do this for me? I aint stupid. People don't do shit like this for free. What do you want my soul or something."
"You are right, nothing is free. So how about we make a deal?"
The look of shock on her face when I told her I wanted to make a deal was all too funny. I laughed a little bit, which only made her go from scared to angry.
"Shut the fuck up. What kind of deal anyway? You give me something for my soul right?"
"No. Not exactly. Like I said I like you. You have guts, and potential…maybe. Anyway, I will still help your little sister, and let you do whatever you want with you dad. No cost there at all. The deal I want to make with you is simple. I need someone that can be my sectary for my official business that I have on the side. I am the current CEO of Playtime, and a bunch of other crap that I don't want to list. The Foundation wont let me run that crap myself, and to be honest I don't trust them to 'find' the right guy for me. I want someone like you. Someone who has seen the darkness of organizations like the Foundation, knows about how shitty people can be, isn't afraid to kill a motherfucker, and finally actually cares about kids."
"I-I"
"I can tell by looking at you. You cared about your sister, protected her from your father, and even killed for her. I can only hope that you give a fuck about the other kids out there in the world like you right?"
"yea…"
"So, my deal is very simply. I will give you a month, exactly 30 days to prove yourself. Oh and before I forget did you go to college at all? Are you good with numbers?"
"I might have been on drugs, but I still went to college alright. I..I wanted to go into either business or law, you know to get back at my dad."
"PERFECT! That is great. So, back to our little deal. You prove to me you have what it takes, and I will hire you. You show me what you got, why should I hire you. Write a resume, do whatever you can. Study, I don't care. After the 30 days are up come to me, and show me what you got. If you impress me, the congratulations you win the prize. You get to work for me managing my companies, asset, go in meetings, all that good business stuff."
"If…if I lose?"
"Well…you were a death row inmate right? I need to feed on humans, and well. If you lose then you lose your life. I wont do anything soul related or whatever to you. Just kill you and eat you. Your sister will be perfectly fine, I don't harm children. That is something I cant stand. Your sister will forget about you, and do whatever. I wont harm her or let her be harm as long as she is in the orphanage. And, don't worry about the adoption parents. I ensure you that any and all parents that want to adopt at that orphanage has a background check done on them."
"S..so. My options are either hope and pray I can make it out of D-class status and be with my sister. Or, hope and pray to impress you in 30 days enough to get hired to be with my sister?"
"Yup"
"I..Do I need to make this decision now? Or-"
"Oh heavens no. You have to give me an answer in three days. Gives you enough time to think and shit. I will give you any books or study materials you need to impress me. I will also have you stay here for that time period. I am sure that the researchers wont care about the change. I will give you food, water, and protection as long as you are here. Think of this place as a college, with a VERY important exam coming up in 30 days. To impress me you first need a resume explaining why I should hire you. Sell yourself to me, and NO not that kind of way. Show me what you got, and why out of the hundred and thousands of D-class and other people I should hire You and not them. Oh, and before I forgot the last time I did a check my companies and assets are worth 15.2 billion dollars. So, yeah get some sleep and think about it"
I left before she could say anything to me. I wanted to see what she did in that timeframe. Would she break or would she man up and do something. I was already on the verge of wanting to hire her. So, this was my little test to see what she could do. The supernatural part of the business she would be safe, I would have dream be with her at all times. Not much someone could do against a dream demon.
The only problem was with the official companies and business but they mostly ran themselves. The only thing I needed her to do was be my spokesperson. I would give her ideas, and she would do whatever. The only thing I wanted the person to be was reliable, not afraid to speak their mind, somewhat loyal to me, have seen the shitty side of the world, and wasn't fucking stupid.
If she could show me that stuff, then I would hire her. It would be a trial run, but still it would be something.