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SCP Foundation

"It is there own doing if they choose to see the sight." he paused. "Here's a suggestion, if you don't want me killing whoever is looking through the monitors at me, I suggest you put them on a delay, or they might see." he puased for a moment, relaying what Mr. Davidson had said. "But as long as nobody stares, they cannot see the divinity of the sight."

SCP Foundation

SCP-3761 waited, and a researcher named Mr. Davidson walked up to his cage. But he didn't look at him. "I am the Sight." when he said that, his eye twitched. "I can show people. I show them it. They love it. You must see." he paused for a moment. "Am I being recorded? Through those cameras?" he pointed to one of the cameras.

SCP Foundation

SCP-3761 awoke from his poison-induced sleep. He looked at the windows. Nobody was looking at him. This upset him, so he decided to just wait. They would eventually look at him. They had to. Or else... no one would see. This was something SCP-3761 could not handle. So he just waited. Waited for the eyes.

Spliced

"I hope I don't have to meet him any time soon." he said. "So, what's next after gym?"

Spliced

"Commander Asshole? Sounds delightful." he said. "I don't think I've met him, yet."

(( I gotto go, but I'll be back tomorrow ))

Orphange for the Unusual

Chip continued to stir the water. "I heard the housekeeper say that we had an income. What does this mean?" he asked.

Spliced

"I can change into a Japanese Spider Crab. I'm new to this laboratory." he replied.

Spliced

Randy heard somebody approach him and he looked up. He saw a girl walking towards him. "Thanks for the heads up." he said. "I'm Randy Ereil."

Orphange for the Unusual

So Chip listed all the ingredients for the soup. "You will make the noodles, and I will make the rest of the soup." he said as he began boiling the water in the bowl. As he waited for that to boil, he began cutting up the onions, carrots, and the celer with precise precision, and putting it in the bowl as he stirred the water with a wooden spoon.

Steven Universe RP

Mental laughed and caught the arrow with his teeth. He chewed it up and ate it. "Thank you! That sure was a tasty treat!" he said, continuing to laugh hysterically. "It seems you're trying to get away from the little rumble?" he giggled. "Well, I apologize, but I think I might delay your progress!" he said, laughing maniacally, then jumping forward and cutting Citrine's cheeck, lightly, just enough that a drop of blood came from it, and just enough that it would sting, a little. He landed on Citrine's head and then kicked off and back to where he was.