Scp- Roleplay Script -

(Removes his own suppressor. He places his hand flat on the glass, over her shadow. He is risking exposure.) Agent. Look at me.

No. That’s the sink. It’s pulling your regret. Not the big regrets. The tiny ones. The coffee you didn't finish this morning. The door you held for a stranger who didn't say thanks. The second you hesitated before stepping into this room.

How do you live with it? The whisper?

You said it was contained.

That sounds… quiet.

(Lifting her hand again, slowly) What’s on the other side? If I put my hand in?

That’s poetry, not physics.

(Freezes) Did you—

You were. You were calculating. You were thinking: "My hand is smaller than Peterson’s. Maybe I’d fit differently. Maybe I’d be the one to answer." SCP- Roleplay Script

(Glancing at the handprint) It’s just a stain, Thorne. A smudge in the plaster. Why am I wearing a Level 4 memetic suppressor for a plumbing issue?

…stay…