Far before the SCP Foundation was created. These anomalies existed all across the world. Mostly hidden out of sight, and in isolation. All except for when an unsuspecting victim drew near.
"May I kiss your forehead, Crimson?" She doesn't recoil or say a word, so I press my lips gently against her forehead. It's a tender and fleeting moment, but it fills me with a warmth that I can't explain. "Just because a relationship has an expiration date doesn't mean it can't be meaningful and fulfilling while it l...
"Jackson," I shook him gently, hoping he'd move so I could breathe again. But then he surprised me. I thought he'd lean back, but he didn't. Instead, his hand moved across my waist, pulling me closer to him. I wanted to protest, but I couldn't move. The cold I felt moments ago vanished as if it had never been there wh...
"Just one night of freedom," Aiko exclaimed as she snuck out of her study group. She had been kept under a strict routine for as long as she could remember, her only respite being those years before her mother died when her father was no longer around. But now, living with her dad again, she was constantly told where...