dolleyed | Thread Tracking for thefoundation

You remember waking up naked, covered in some kind of clear goop, with men in lab coats looking at you. There's a massive machine to the side of you, with pipes in odd ways you know shouldn't be possible, and yet.... One of the men in the coats steps forward with a syringe, and despite your weak struggling, plunges it into the side of your neck. Everything gets blurry and goes white...

“Just give me a damn violin already!”

You can’t believe this. You made your demands known back during your intake interview. You’re fine with being thrown at any mission, dangerous or no, but you want a damn violin. You even made concessions for ‘any good violin’, given the impossibility of bringing your violin here from home, but they still can’t do that!

“I’m terribly sorry, but my hands are tied-”

The same excuses again and again. ‘Your power is too dangerous.’ ‘We don’t yet know the exact extent of what it can do.’ ‘When we have the clearance to test it we will, but for now you must be patient.’ It’s all bullshit in your eyes. Nobody gets hurt, it’s just a weird effect on the area around you. It’s a small price to pay for a bit of peace.

Maybe if you get violent they’ll finally give you what they promised you. Now there’s a thought.

You can’t believe this. You’re stuck on a mission to clean up some damn stoners. STONERS! Just how strong is their smoke that the Foundation is telling you and two others to go clean up the mess? You made sure to grab a gas mask, though, because like hell are you getting trapped in this smoke cloud.

“Hey mannn! What’s with the mask, huh? Come party!”

“Get off me you damn parasite!” You kick at the man who had been pawing at you, knocking him back down. No, you do not need to ‘party’, and fuck anyone who says so.

Your teammates are pretty unbelievable, though. Gerome shoots you a hard look after you kick the high as fuck man to the ground, but you don’t pay any attention to him. Let him do his own thing, you just want to clean this up and get back to missions where you can actually fight someone.

“I believe the tobacco they are smoking may be the cause of this,” Gerome says, which you just roll your eyes at.

Makoto shakes her head. “It’s not tobacco.” She’s a total stick in the mud, but at least she gets what is going on.

Once you had all settled in the auditorium, a slim man with immaculately styled bubblegum pink hair and bone-rimmed glasses walks in. He is wearing a lab coat with the Foundation’s logo, as well as another patch. It looks like a rabbit? Sort of? Regardless, the man has a theatrical air to him, and he gesticulates quite a bit as he speaks.

"Greeting, D-class personnel. My name is Dr. Szayelaporro Granz, researcher class C. You have all been selected, either personally by myself and Dr. Kurotsuchi, or by random chance, to accompany me on this field mission. Aren’t you all so lucky?" the man smiles and clasps his hands together, though the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. "I am also from SCP-6350, so let’s all work hard together, hm?"
He clicks something in his pocket, turning on a slideshow with what little information they have. He clicks through the bare-bones presentation as he speaks.

"The location we will be researching is a space-time anomaly known as ‘The Resort’. This location is a fancy ski chalet that moves around randomly, and thus far has eluded our attempts to contain it, or even properly research it. Recording equipment and drones have all proven worthless inside this anomaly. The Foundation have dispatched live staff here before, only for them to be lost. While our main goal is to find a way to secure and contain this anomaly, you may also consider a secondary objective to be rescue... or recovery, as the case may be. The Resort currently has an active zone in the Canadian Rockies, and that is where we will be entering. Once we go in, it will be up to all of you to unlock its secrets. So if you have any business to attend to... I suggest you do it soon. This mission may last several months."

He adjusts his glasses, then turns off the slide show. He opens his arms in a flamboyant gesture and an all too wide smile splits his face.

"Further information will be provided to you in a written dossier, my little actors and actresses! But for now, you know as much as I do. Thank you for your attention, and welcome to Mobile Task Force Lambda-5-b, the ‘Fictional White Rabbits’!"

The memory fades out as you all sit in uncomfortable silence...

You died again.

You’ve lost count of what number death this is. You know it’s more than ten, but probably not a hundred yet. They all tend to bleed into each other after a while.

Zombies. The countess. Zombies again. Your face getting eaten. You get shot in the back trying to save someone. Punishment for touching a musical instrument. Zombies a third time, because some higher-up thinks it’s fucking funny to play on your past trauma like that. And so, so many more.

This time it was a giant puppeteer doll, one that wrapped you up in its strings and cut you into 20 different pieces. You’d prefer to get shot at this point, you’re kind of done with the whole ‘painful death’ thing. At least make it painless.

“I’m sorry.”

You look over. It’s the same girl again, the one who always scoops up your soul before it can drift off into the...whatever. She’s in that same black uniform, wearing her hair up in that same bun, covered with the same white cloth. She never wears anything else, and you only ever see her while you’re ‘dead’ and right after you’re revived. But she is always there, ready to bring you back.

Not that she looks happy about it.

“What’re you apologizing for, I should be thanking you,” you say as you sit up.

“Even if your body is alive, your eyes look dead,” the girl says quietly, “I...would rather that you pass on and find peace in the afterlife. But I will be punished if any souls slip through.”

“Yeah, yeah. Gotta keep the numbers up.”

You understand her plight, but that doesn’t make this any easier to deal with. Is this all you’re good for here? Dying? The Foundation sold you on some ‘saving the world’ nonsense, but you feel lost. What good is all of this even doing?

Thread Tracking for thefoundation

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