It was an ordinary day here at the SCP Foundation for three ordinary researchers: Evelyn May, June Black and Ace Dove. Little did they know their lives were about to be changed by the new anomaly they will encounter.
P.S. This story is being written...
Journey back to their office seemed to last for ages. Nobody said a word. Eventually June broke the silence.
"So what exactly had just happened? Because we need to plan what to tell Dr. Bright "
"Succulents everywhere...." Ace responded.
"Yeah, pretty much." Agreed Evelyn.
"I don't think that is-" June began, but quickly stopped in her tracks. In front of them stood Dr. Jack Bright.
"You three are coming with me." He said in a hurried voice.
The trio followed him through seemingly endless Foundation corridors until they reached Dr. Bright's office. He sat behind his desk and gestured them to sit in front of him.
"Can anyone explain to me what's up with the succulents?" He asked while looking through some papers.
"Well, it all began when the Chaos Insurgency broke into our lab-"
"And pointed guns at us-"
"And we were forced to obey them-"
"Ace got this idea to push SCP-7000-"
"On the ground-"
"And so I did it-"
"And succulents went sheesh"
"Sheesh"
"Sheeeeesh"
Dr. Bright looked at them confused.
"Sorry, force habit." June explained.
"I think you are still in shock, because what you had just said made no sense." Sighed Dr.Bright "You may go to your living quarters." He added. "We will continue this tomorrow and until then I want you to write a report on what actually happened today. Is that clear?"
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"Why can't we just ask Dr. Iceberg to write a report?" Asked Ace.
"Because, Ace, he doesn't even know what happened and besides we already owe him 50 dollars for our paperwork!" Explained June in frustration.
"Well, we can tell him everything and maybe he will be able to put our nonsense into grammatically correct sentences." Suggested Evelyn.
"Come on guys, we have to write something."
"We already wrote something." Noted Evelyn.
"You have to be kidding me."
They have been sitting in front of a blank paper for hours and the best they've done was this:
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Dr. Iceberg looked at his watch. It was already 11 p.m. and although the pile of paperwork on his desk was still quite considerable he was thinking about finishing his work day, but then...
