The next Anomalous Burst opens up and sets down a strange entity. The entity escapes and the Burst seals up behind them. They have no idea where they are, who they are or what they are. They decide to knock on the door of the first house they come across and surprise surprise, of course it just so happens to be 1216 Franklin Avenue. Lincoln gently opens the door.
"Sorry to bother you, do you know where we are?"
Lincoln gently closes the door, clearly weirded out by the anomalous being. Sure, he can handle badass Sumerian men that can generate 10,000 obsidian blades and is nigh indestructible and maybe a katana that makes you act like a goddamn filthy disgusting weeaboo. Heck, he can even accept a plane that anomalously turns into a Freddie Mercury rock concert. His personal favorite would have to be the pencil that critiques your drawing and yells at you in Russian for drawing lewds.
"Hey Stinkoln, who was that?"
"Mark Edward Fischbach's worst nightmare."
"Who? I don't know what nerd your talking about."
"Someone left a talking mannequin on our doorstep."
"Wait, a "talking" mannequin? Aren't those things just statues?"
"So is SCP-173-EN, and it kills people every day."
Lynn Jr opens the door back up and sees a blonde doll like entity staring back at her.
"Do you know where we are?"
"Royal Woods, Michigan; Now go away. As you can see here, this place is kind of full with all 13 of us."
The statue blinks at this.
"Anyways, can you let me in, it's kind of cold outside?"
"But you are a doll. How can dolls feel anything, they're immovable objects?"
Lincoln interjects.
"Well, SCP-173-EN can feel pure hatred…I think. It's kind of hard to tell, since it kills you as soon as you blink."
The two ignore him.
"Sure, and you're an unstoppable force. But if we collide, you'll win."
"At least you admit it."
Against her better judgement, Lynn invites the strange being in. It doesn't have any weapons alongside it and besides, Lynn could easily destroy her if she causes trouble.
"So, where are you from?"
"I don't really remember the town or city, but I remember it was somewhere in Texas."
"Dang, that far away? You practically walked cross country!"
Wait, this entity is From Texas? The Lone Star State Texas? The same Texas that fake Mexican Beto O' Rourke let all the Mexicans, Guatemalans, El Salvadorians and Hondurans in? Heck, because of him and his idiot party, Guatemala is literally empty! All the Guatemalans came here! Anyways, that's not important. Texas was mentioned and so, the inevitable memes must spring forth. Without really thinking, Lincoln immediately says one.
"The stars at night are dull and dim, whenever they have to be over dumb ol' stupid Texas!"
The entity doesn't really react to it, but Lynn gives him a dirty glower.
"Oh, SpongeBob. That's an old show. Is it still going on?"
"Yeah, my sister Lana loves watching it. It's on its 11th season right now."
Parts of its skin begin shedding as it begins scratching it.
"Paint flakes? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, just itchy."
"Err, ok. Is there anything that can help fix that?"
"Umm, I think there's a special type of clay that can repair me. I think it was called Kshaolyn? I'm not sure, I don't really pay attention to what those scientists give me."
Leni comes down and sees the trio.
"Wow, Lynn. I didn't know you ordered a mannequin. That must mean you're secretly just as into fashion as I am! Or you're going to a Markiplier convention, I don't know…but if it's the latter I'd totes be happy to share my fashion tips with you!"
Lynn is exasperated at Leni…well, being Leni. This anomaly was left on their doorstep, and none of them want a Nibbles situation where she just bums free room and board off of them. This is a house, not a prison. Although, from the looks of it, Lisa might have to convert this place into an unofficial Foundation Site with all of these anomalous people gathering here.
"No, Leni. I think something's wrong with this entity."
Leni gazes into its eyes.
"Well? Anything?"
"Yes. I can see it in her eyes. Wubba lubba dub dub."
"Leni, I didn't know you speak degenerate. I mean, Lucy can speak Great Old One, but even that has more of a utility than that."
"Look, she's suicidal. Her eyes say, I am in great pain, please don't help me."
Suddenly, the gravity of the situation hits the Louds. They've never had to deal with a suicidal SCP. Although, one less SCP would ordinarily be a good thing, this anomaly is only dangerous to herself.
"Aww man, I don't want to take responsibility if she gets Epstined."
"Wait, what?"
"I don't want to be the one on her 24-hour suicide watch. If I leave and she shatters herself, I don't want to be held liable."
"Well, since this mannequin is clearly obsessed with beauty, can we store her with Lola?"
"No, Lola already has enough stuff there. Since you let her in, Lynn. She's your responsibility."
"What, no way!"
Everyone else goes back to what they were doing before the anomaly came in. Lynn is forced to babysit this anomaly.
"Sigh. This is so unfair."
The anomaly follows Lynn to her room.
"So, what's your name?"
"I don't remember, it's been so long since I've heard it. The Foundation calls us by number."
The Foundation? Is that where all of these anomalies are leaking from? Since this entity is suicidal, maybe a song of healing would work on her. That song that Luna sung to Sam should work. It is a multipurpose song, Lynn thinks. She tries to sing the song.
For now, you can stay
Right here we will play
Until somehow you can find
A slightly different frame of mind
Right here in my arms
Away from all harm
You'll be safe from all the flares
Although I know you don't care
Oohh...
Oohh...
Oohh...
Oohh...
You can lift your head up to the sky
Take a deeper breath and give it time
You can walk the path among the lines
With your shattered frame of mind
Withstand, you could always stay
We can wait right here and play
Until somehow you can find
A slightly better frame of mind
Oohh...
Oohh...
Oohh...
Oohh...
"You can stop singing that song, Lynn." The entity interrupts
"Huh? Why?"
"You think you can just sing some song and that I'll forget my past traumas?"
"No. But it might make you feel better."
"Time doesn't heal all wounds, despite what gramma would say. I'm sure some of the cosmic entities watching us have heard of some new game called Heartbeat Literature Club? Well, there's a mod to the game called Exit Music and there's no happy ending there. Just like how there's no happy ending for me. It's coded in my backstory. That's just how the Foundation works."
"SCP-2295-EN was a lie?" Lynn says halfheartedly
"SCP-2295-EN can't heal a shattered frame of mind, Lynn. It can't cure a hemorrhage of emotional turmoil like I have."
Now Lynn is the one getting depressed.
"Maybe you're right. I need to check on something."
Lynn leaves and enters Lisa's room.
"Hey Lisa, can you check for a mannequin like SCP in Vous Etes Ici?"
"Sure, dense sister."
Lynn is too entrenched in thought about that entity to chastise Lisa for calling her an idiot.
Hmm…it looks like the anomaly today is SCP-706-EN, Perfect Porcelain Doll. I'll try to pull up information about her.
Objet #: SCP-706-EN
Classe: Euclide
Niveau de Menace: Vert
Propriétés Spéciales: Régénérative
Procédures de Confinement Spéciales: SCP-706-EN doit être confiné au Site de Confinement des Humanoïdes-06-3, dans une cellule de confinement pour humanoïde dont les parois ont été capitonnées et comportant le moins d'angles saillants possible. SCP-706-EN doit se voir fournir 1,2 kg de kaolin et du vernis pour céramique en plus de son régime alimentaire classique.
SCP-706-EN est actuellement surveillé étroitement en raison d'un risque de suicide et doit rester attaché en permanence, excepté lors des tests. SCP-706-EN doit participer quotidiennement à des séances de thérapie jusqu'à nouvel ordre.
Description: SCP-706-EN est une adolescente caucasienne connue comme étant ███████ ████████, âgée de douze ans, d'après les archives locales, au moment de son confinement. Les archives indiquent également que SCP-706-EN a suivi des cours à domicile toute sa vie et que les voisins ne la voyaient que très rarement à l'extérieur.
SCP-706-EN est physiologiquement normal, à l'exception d'une température corporelle au repos anormalement élevée, d'approximativement 38,5 °C, et d'un épiderme entièrement composé de porcelaine, excepté de petites zones autour de ses articulations. Cette couche est extrêmement fragile en raison de sa finesse et peut se fêler ou se casser sitôt soumise à des chocs ou même à des mouvements brusques, action décrite comme étant extrêmement douloureuse pour le sujet. SCP-706-EN est capable de régénérer cette couche de peau à la même vitesse qu'une peau normale se reconstitue s'il lui est fourni les matières premières nécessaires. Les produits semi-finis tels que le kaolin sont possibles et préférables ; SCP-706-EN n'a aucune résistance particulière aux dommages corporels que peut causer l'ingestion de porcelaine solide.
À moins de s'en voir interdit, SCP-706-EN va s'occuper de son apparence de manière compulsive, ce qui implique notamment de se regarder dans un miroir et d'utiliser tout maquillage ou peinture disponible pour ajuster, améliorer ou embellir son apparence. SCP-706-EN sera contrarié et peu coopératif s'il vient à manquer des fournitures nécessaires au maintien de son apparence et à la vérification du maintien de celle-ci.
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"That's odd. I don't know why the rest of the document is redacted. Maybe I should ask Sophia about this…"
"I guess this will help. Thanks, Lisa."
Lynn leaves to deal with her new burden.
