"I am the Alpha & Omega of this Multiverse. And your god is lying in a coma."
Excuse me. I am looking for the owner to enquire about a book that a colleague of mine is looking for. A Study of History. Vol I: Introduction: The Geneses of Civilizations. Published in 1934 I believe.
It's ok. I'm usually friendly. If not a bit weird. My name is Dr. Alto Clef. My employer sent me here to search for some books. I believe you might have a few copies of them?
Used to work for a top secret government group. Agent Ukelele they called me. Killed 99 people in my time as "Ukelele". Technically they were more... weird than I thought. We called them "Reality Benders". Because they has the ability to change reality. I saw some pretty fucked up stuff in my life. But "Reality Benders" were probably the most fucked up thing I've seen.
I might have gotten a tad distracted. But it never hurts to go of topic.
Clef pulls out a small pouch from his pocket. Inside it is different types of currency.The book's author was one Arnold J. Toynbee and I don't believe there was multiple publishings. As for money... that isn't a problem.
He looks at Jane as she ran her finger along the books.As for how I entered, I cannot reveal how I entered. Otherwise my employers will be quite angry with me that I used my equipment wrongly.
And what's wrong with you young lass? You look like you've had a very frightening experience.
Here you go. Three-Hundred, Seventy-Eight and Six pence. I even put a little extra in for great service.
His last bit of his sentence was aimed at Jane. Clef turns and walks to the door of the bookshop.I better be off now. My employer is going to be angry I took this long. It was meant to be a 1-day mission. And stay safe ma'am.
He exits the store and begins to walk down East Lanterna Way.In regards to how I entered, I used this key that my employer gave me. Can open any lock. But I should be off now.
"Konny" is Dr. Kondraki from the SCP Wiki. And his "Babies" are actually Butterfly's for those wondering.
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He listens for a few minutes as the person on the line gives him the extraction location.Clef here. I got the book. Where should I head to for extraction?
He hangs up and begins to head Verinotte Square. As he walks, he pulls out his Ukelele and starts to play it.I understand. Ok. I'll be there within six minutes. And keep Konny's babies away from my Altoid mints for fuck sake. I don't want O5 giving me any shit after last time.
He shouted as she was about to open the door.I believe that the store is closed!
He says to himself as he checks the time.Must have been a sweeper.
He goes to investigate to noise, the sandblasting becoming louder as he approaches the source of the noise.That isn't a sweeper. I'd better go investigate and I don't give a fuck if my contact tells me I'm late.
He shouts as the noise continues to get louder.If anyone is there, come out with your hands up.
Clef then picks up a newspaper from the pavement. The front cover screams "It's all dirty! Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty. Dirty dirty? Dirty dirty dirty.".My God. What the fuck happened to you ██████?
Clef here. I'm going to need a heavy containment squad. Why? Because I think you'll find that I've found an escaped SCP. SCP-2904 to be honest. I'll wait with ██████ until back-up arrives. Alrighty. Clef out.
You and me will have to wait until my friends get here to take you away. We've spent months looking for you. Now that I've found you, you'll be terminated for sure. And don't think that I'll save you. Cause I ain't going to.
Sorry for a very late response. I've had Real Life issues to deal with.
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Yet ██████ kept moving towards Clef. He had no choice. It was either shoot or die.Don't fucking come any closer. Otherwise this pistol I hold in my hands will fire 12 rounds into your fucking skull.
He kept running, not sure how far the Square was or if there was backup waiting for him.Great. Not only have I got a Keter SCP chasing me, but several O5's are gonna be mad I was late by fifteen fucking minutes.
Elliot asked Ebba, wondering if Ebba was from another world. But since many people lived in different places, that didn't matter.So Ebba, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from? I've not seen anyone like you before.
Clef said as he fired his last round of 9mm ammo into the tentacle, with no or damage seeming to occur to the tentacle.Fuck! This thing is impossible to kill! And I thought Jack would've ended up with this fucking giant monster.
Clef shouted, hoping that the two would lend a hand with killing Cthulhu.Hey! You two! Can you lend me a hand with killing this monster before it gets through this portal?