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Life's been kicking my ass lately. At least SCP is here for me.

9-13-23

I just saw some crazy shit.

So, I was in this lab with all these sick people. I think they were filled with a bunch of parasites because little bugs were crawling around their heads. One of these scientists put me in a hazmat suit and gave me this red rock in a box.

SCP-113 they called it. Told me to stick it on each of the patients and it turned them into women or the other way around. Looked like it hurt like hell, but all of them felt way better after the rock fell off them.

I thought they’d have me disarm landmines or something when I signed up for this shit. It’s not like that would be out of my depth after setting up that pipe bomb. One of the others said he saw a magic tree eat someone. Are these guys even with the government?

9-20-23

Holy shit! I can’t believe I’m on the run. One of us has disappeared every day since I joined D-class. They’ll kill me if they catch me, but those other guys tried to kill everyone back there.

I found the box from the other day. It was locked, but the guard carrying it didn’t need his gun anymore so I took it. The FBI will still hunt me down for that bombing even if the Foundation is destroyed.

Maybe I can use the rock to change my appearance?

Should I be a woman?

9-21-23

The transformation hurt like hell. My skin still feels like it's on fire. I’m like a foot shorter and my feet are way too small for my shoes now. I knew I would have to ditch them, but it was still really annoying to move through the forest in huge clothes.

I took my jumpsuit off when I found the interstate. Tons of girls sleep around to get rides; I just can’t be seen in anything resembling a prison uniform. I turned it into a hobo sack with all of my stuff in it.

I ran onto the road in my underwear as soon as I saw a car coming. It was a semi driver who stopped for some action. I dropped SCP-113 in his lap and shot him when the change was completed. I found some new clothes my size in the back. I’m going to drive until the corpse starts to stink.

Maybe I can sell the rock later...

Description

Life's been kicking my ass lately. At least SCP is here for me.

9-13-23

I just saw some crazy shit.

So, I was in this lab with all these sick people. I think they were filled with a bunch of parasites because little bugs were crawling around their heads. One of these scientists put me in a hazmat suit and gave me this red rock in a box.

SCP-113 they called it. Told me to stick it on each of the patients and it turned them into women or the other way around. Looked like it hurt like hell, but all of them felt way better after the rock fell off them.

I thought they’d have me disarm landmines or something when I signed up for this shit. It’s not like that would be out of my depth after setting up that pipe bomb. One of the others said he saw a magic tree eat someone. Are these guys even with the government?

9-20-23

Holy shit! I can’t believe I’m on the run. One of us has disappeared every day since I joined D-class. They’ll kill me if they catch me, but those other guys tried to kill everyone back there.

I found the box from the other day. It was locked, but the guard carrying it didn’t need his gun anymore so I took it. The FBI will still hunt me down for that bombing even if the Foundation is destroyed.

Maybe I can use the rock to change my appearance?

Should I be a woman?

9-21-23

The transformation hurt like hell. My skin still feels like it's on fire. I’m like a foot shorter and my feet are way too small for my shoes now. I knew I would have to ditch them, but it was still really annoying to move through the forest in huge clothes.

I took my jumpsuit off when I found the interstate. Tons of girls sleep around to get rides; I just can’t be seen in anything resembling a prison uniform. I turned it into a hobo sack with all of my stuff in it.

I ran onto the road in my underwear as soon as I saw a car coming. It was a semi driver who stopped for some action. I dropped SCP-113 in his lap and shot him when the change was completed. I found some new clothes my size in the back. I’m going to drive until the corpse starts to stink.

Maybe I can sell the rock later...