Oh ça... Ça c'est de la bonne bouffe. De la très très bonne bouffe pour l'inspiration et les vibes intimidantes,, /positif
just so you're aware... this is what it acts like in Dark Age: Reassignment (SCP-6118's pov)
“You’re smart. You perform well,” It squinted at me, “at least, when it comes to firearms. So what happened? You’re a quick thinker, eh?” It snapped its fingers in front of my face. “Sure, you can’t brute force it, but you think your way out. That’s why we use you for those kinds of missions. I thought you had it under control, and then you’re asking me for backup, and when the backup gets there, you’re out cold, with absolutely no targets eliminated.”
“I’ll do better next time, I-”
“No, there is no next time. You know why? Because you’re weak.” It pushed me. “You’re weak!”
“I’m weak,” I agreed.
“You’re weak!” It yelled. It echoed throughout the room.
Its face was blue, which meant it was really mad, and I really didn’t want to make it any more angry, so I agreed again. “I’m weak. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t do any FUCKING good!” It slapped me across the face. “You’ve been reassigned! From now on, you’re on a squad with 7CB7 and 4B80. You report to the latter. And 4B80? It reports to me. So don’t think you’re off the hook!”
I nodded as I tried to keep my eyes from watering. “I understand.”
“You’d better.” With that, it turned to leave, stomping out of the room.
this is what it acts like in something i am going to post soon (also SCP-6118's pov)
"You mad about something, princess? Is that why you brought this-" It gave the Doctor a disgusted glance- "Man home? Did you want to introduce him to daddy?"
[stuff happens]
"Companion, huh?" It waved its gun and yelled a slur at both of us. "You better get the fuck outta here or I'm gonna find a permanent solution to the paperwork I would have to do if the government found out my daughter is alive."
"You will not harm him." The Doctor said very, //very// evenly.
It took an aggressive step forward. "You can't fucking stop me. Maybe I'll blow your head off first so you can't protect your little pretty boy."
My finger squeezed the trigger. "Dad, p-put the gun down. Right now. Nobody has to, to get hurt, nobody at all."
"See, that's the problem with you. You're sooo entitled, you just want everyone to listen to you, you, you." The mocking tone was emphasised by tilting its head from side to side. "You're a spoiled little brat, that's what you are. You know something? I was relieved when they pronounced you dead. so you'd be the fuck outta my life!"
During its monologue, it was stumbling towards the Doctor with the shotgun swaying in its hands. It was… intoxicated.
I could never talk or argue any ounce of sense into it when it was intoxicated.
"Dad, you're fucking scaring me!" My voice, normally so soft I was constantly asked to speak up, was loud and trembling. "Whatever you want, just say it, I'm sure there's a peaceful way to resolve this where nobody gets shot."
"What I want?" It laughed darkly. "I want you two fucking DEAD!"
please consider this before asking it to twerk
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