I Want The Link

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Hello there! My name is Elizabeth Thompson, and I'm a doctor in the Scientific Field of the SCP Foundation. I am hoping you all are well. A few facts about me: I am 5'1, my age is NONE of your business, my birthday is October 13th, my weight is ALSO none of your business, and I am *VERY* aware that I look much younger than I really am. I don't really have many hobbies outside of work, but the few I do have consist of drawing, listening to music, and surprisingly enough, playing video games. My clearance level is level 2. I am a class B personnel. Feel free to ask any questions you may have! (Sidenote: this blog will post NSFW content, if you are a minor or easily bothered by this stuff, I highly recommend leaving this blog)

My Discovery.

Has anyone else really truly wondered who they actually are? I've always wondered if I was even human, since I was a child. I've known since i was a child that while my whole family was Christian, I was Pagan. Nothing has changed since then, not even after me uncovering the existence of SCP-343.

I am still a Pagan, however I now truly question my humanity. The other day, while I was setting up some protection wards, I was also thinking on a topic I had heard of: Blood Magic. I had heard that even some of the most powerful and experienced Pagans were hesitant towards it.

I wanted to try it, I wanted to prove that I too, was powerful. This was my biggest mistake, and yet my greatest discovery. Moments later, I had everything set up at my altar. I prayed to Hades, my patron God, to protect me, and to help me in this ritual. I did everything i was instructed to do. I created a small cut on my hand, and let the blood drip into the spiced and herbed water. I proceeded to drink said liquid, until there was no more liquid to drink.

I felt no different. The instructions had specifically quoted to call on a very powerful word the moment I was in any danger after the ritual was performed. I thought nothing of this.

The next day at work with the foundation, there was a breach. It was very minor, as a D-class had somehow escaped and was deemed unsafe due to acquiring a gun.

While I was finding a safe place to hide, I, of course, had the luck of running into said D-class. He was only a few feet away from me, when he held up the gun at me with a psychotic, shit eating grin. I outstretched my hands in a moment of panic, for any form of defense. I remembered my previous instructions, and called upon the ancient word.

My palms felt warm, and almost burning. A beam of light appeared from my hands, aimed directly at the D-class. Within seconds and a short ear piercing screech, the D-class was nothing more than a pile of ashes. After a few discussions with some higher ups, and some speculation, I was deemed a Type Blue.

My name is Dr. Thompson, I work for the SCP Foundation, and I still don't think I'm entirely human.

Gears: everyone just shut up...

Bright: HE'S GOING TO FIND US! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Everyone:

???? : oh konny dearrrrr~

Kondraki: *scared out of his mind*

???? : oh what do we have here.. A closet?

Kondraki and bright: *muffled crying*

Gears, Iceberg and Crow: *confusion*

Rights: oh my god. *opens closet door*

SCP-939: :)

Bright: OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT IT WAS ALT-

Clef: hey what did I miss-

Everyone: *SCREECHING*

682: Everyone here will die.

999: Of fun :)

i wear Sandals!!! i can Wear shoes just fine, Just do not like ones that squish me!!

Ah, I see! I must admit, if given the chance, I would like to walk barefoot through an empty distant field.

SCP-049 and SCP-096

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