SASSY DRAGON SASSY DRAGON!!!

SASSY DRAGON SASSY DRAGON!!!

He looks so good! I love this a ton! Thank you so so much!

fanart for @draconicsparkle 's Wings and Scales fic, i was warming up for doodles and of course, Komaeda overtook my brain for a moment

SCP Nagizuru I feel belongs to both me and Karu. We made him together!

Red Eyes

i love all izurus <3 they feel like a species at this point/j

BONUS

Credits:

Kamakura Naegi belongs to @eggs-can-draw

Nagizuru belongs to @karugoround

SCP!Nagizuru belongs to @draconicsparkle i believe? :0

I’m curious about something. (And also want to test this out.)

He has become the Ultimate Hair Creature. Good job, Nagizuru.

This was a ton of fun to help you make! Fun shenanigans for us to enjoy. And I hope everyone reading likes it too!

Nagizuru throws a tantrum (SCP Foundation AU)

A silly thing that @draconicsparkle and I wrote together for fun. Nagizuru but he's an SCP. Please enjoy.

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It had started out as a typical day. Well, typical for this place. The SCP Foundation’s bases tended to have bizarre occurances on a daily basis.

But still, it could be relatively routine at times. And it had been shaping up to be that kind of day again. The morning and afternoon had been fine, Hajime keeping SCP-4673 company. It wasn’t hard at all. It mostly consisted of him simply being in the same room as the entity. Though there were moments of physical contact. But not enough to be annoying.

But the evening rolled around, and the two shared the consensus of not wanting to make dinner themselves. So they elected to visit the staff cafeteria. They did this on their lazy nights. So there wasn’t too much panic when Nagizuru teleported them into the room.

“Thank you. Now, let’s see what they have. Want me to grab you something while you get a table?” Hajime asked as he stepped away from the white haired man.

The always present smile widened. “That is a suitable delegation of tasks. Very well. Return to my side as swiftly as you can.” Then he disappeared. Hajime turned to get in line, ignoring the startled shouts of some of the staff who clearly hadn’t expected the Apollyon class monster to appear near them. His sudden teleportation caused some overhead light bulbs to explode, slamming into some unfortunate people in line. The shards completely dodged Hajime, who seemed unaffected by the situation. "Keep that thing away from us, will you?" someone in line yelled. Hajime had to hold back the urge to punch the guy.

Putting that temporarily out of his mind, he accepted two plates of tonight’s dinner. Large bowls of fried rice. The scent was mouthwatering and he found himself excited. He hadn’t had this in several years.

So he quickly walked over to the table Nagizuru had chosen. It was a small one near the back, away from everyone else. Not unusual, as the SCP enjoyed having all of the brunette’s attention on him.

He placed the bowls down on the table with the silverware, pulling his seat in and grabbing a fork. “It smells really good. I might even get seconds.”

He scooped up some with his fork and lifted the steaming food to his mouth. But before he was able to take the bite, he noticed the man across from him. His hair was writhing, as if it was alive. And he was glaring at the bowl in front of him. Hajime sighed and put the fork back down. “And what is the matter?”

Nagizuru glanced up at him before returning to stare at the food. “Rice… and peas.”

Hearing the displeased tone, Hajime groaned. “Again with this? Grow up and just eat them. It’s not like you are allergic or anything.”

Nagizuru’s smile was clearly more of a grimace now. “I refuse. You shouldn’t force yourself to eat repulsive food groups such as these. I shall change it for us.”

The SCP reached for the food, fingertips making contact with it. But Hajime grabbed his bowl and pulled it closer to himself. “Get off! This is mine. And I’m gonna enjoy it. Now you eat yours!”

Nagizuru let out a growl, accompanied by the sound of crackling. The pale limbs began to elongate and the entity’s form also started increasing in scale. In addition, the white hair grew longer and longer.

Several members of the foundation screamed or shouted in fear and the sound of tables and chairs being pushed away or falling were audible. Most of the people were terrified of the creature in front of them and they ran out of the room.

But not Hajime. He didn’t even bat an eye, just returning his attention to his food and picking up the fork. “Throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to eat certain things? How mature.” Hajime started eating his food, as if nothing was amiss. “Return to normal. You are surely breaking things,” he said with his mouth full of peas.

“I will not,” the SCP stated in a voice that sounded layered by dozens of others. He rearranged himself so that his body was more comfortable with the increasing size.

But the creature’s sudden growth pushed over the table they had been sitting at, both bowls of the fried rice falling and splattering onto the floor.

The sight of the food on the ground made Hajime’s patience snap. “Fine. I won’t push it anymore.” But before Nagizuru could feel any sort of victory, he turned around and began walking back to the kitchen area. “However, I intend to enjoy this meal. So I shall get another portion and go find somewhere else to eat it. Away from you so I won't have to put up with your whining.”

“What?” the distorted voice asked in a panicked tone.

Hajime raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Until you behave and fix everything you broke, I won't talk to you. AND you will need to eat the fried rice.”

He felt something clutch onto his midsection, pulling him back towards the sea of white hair. He could barely see a giant red eye peering down at him, looking far more resigned than defiant. “Okay… I’ll fix everything. And I’ll try it. So don’t leave me. Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. “Deal.” He looked back to see stunned faces staring at them, peeking through the window door. He shrugged and said:

He poked the face hidden under the white hair. “And stubborn. Now go back to how you normally are, okay? Can you do that for me?” He made sure to ask these questions in a soft tone, knowing that Nagizuru was not able to resist requests when he talked like this.

“Alright,” the SCP said, body shrinking back to how he usually appeared. Once fully human-like again, he embraced the brunette. “I’ll do anything for you, Hajime. Even… eat rice and peas.”

Hajime pet the head in a comforting way. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s fix this room back up.”

A whooshing sound occured and all the tables, chairs, and spilled food was back in perfect condition. Hajime rewarded this with a hug of his own. “Thank you.” He separated and pointed to the chair. “Now, let’s have a less chaotic meal. No more shenanigans.”

“No more shenanigans". Nagizuru repeated.

Hajime sat down and picked up his fork, the entity copying him seconds after. Before taking his first bite, he looked at Hajime's eyes with his usual smile, now looking amused.

“… for now.”

So this is a very different Nagizuru fic from what you guys are used to.

See, Karu and I have been joking around about Nagizuru being an SCP. But then inspiration struck one day. Along with the immense desire to create a fic for this au of an au. And viola. Here we are!

So please enjoy SCP Nagizuru! With Hajime along for the ride as well.

And of course, the characters in the au still belong to @karugoround. I am thankful to them for the existence of these boys. And for the chance to do fun ideas with them.

*click*

Dr. X: Today is April 14th. It is currently 4:37 pm. I am here with Hajime Hinata to answer a series of questions concerning SCP-49878. Good afternoon, Mr. Hinata. How are you feeling today?

H: Uhh, I’m doing okay I guess. All things considered.

Dr. X: I can imagine. But let’s go ahead and start the questions. How has your overall experience with SCP-49878 been?

H: That’s… a bit hard to answer in a general short answer. But I guess… It's been fine. He doesn’t do anything to me other than what you’ve seen.

Dr. X: You are aware of what classification SCP-49878 has been given by the foundation, correct?

H: Yeah. He’s what you call Apollyon, right?

Dr. X: That is correct. And are you aware of what that means?

H: That he breaks out constantly and has crazy world ending powers? Yeah… I’m aware of that… very aware.

Dr. X: Has learning of this classification changed your thinking of SCP-49878?

H: Of course it has! How could that not affect someone? But he doesn’t seem to care that I know now. In fact, I think he likes showing off his abilities to me.

Dr. X: Let’s change the line of discussion to another. When and how did you first encounter SCP-49878?

H: Hmmm… I think it was in late September? Classes had just started up at my university and I was heading back to my place. It was raining hard that night, too. I saw him on a bench near the bus stop. I’ll be honest, I thought he was homeless at first. Which is why I offered him my umbrella and a granola bar. He looked like he was my age, and I felt really bad for him. And that’s when it started.

Dr. X: Please elaborate.

H: Well, after that night, he kept just… showing up at random points. No matter where I was. But I really didn’t think much of it. It didn’t seem like it was that often at the time. And I figured he was just lonely and wanted to talk. Which I was fine with. I didn’t know anyone in the area so he was the only one who wanted to talk to me. In hindsight, that was pretty stupid of me. Who knows what could have happened if his intentions had been bad.

Dr. X: Did you have any suspicions that SCP-49878 was not human between your meeting and the recapture?

H: I had a feeling he was… strange. His mannerisms and his habit of showing up the moment I was alone were good indicators. But I didn’t have any concrete evidence until the foundation came.

Dr. X: Describe that day. What do you recall of it?

H: We had been talking in a park. It felt like a normal day. I never would have suspected anything crazy would happen. But then several armored cars pulled up and men with firearms surrounded us. I won’t deny that I was terrified. But none of that compared to what happened to… the guy who approached us.

Dr. X: Are you referring to the guard who was inverted? Organs on the outside?

H: Yes. That took me so long to come to terms with. That’s not something you can just forget.

Dr. X: The photos from that day are certainly not for the faint of heart. What was it that happened next?

H: Someone, I think the one in charge, started throwing questions at me and him. Like why this town hadn’t been destroyed yet and if I was the cause of this calmness. And he only replied with a ‘correct.’ He then… hugged me from behind and wouldn’t let go. So… they kinda had to bring me along. Not that they would have left me alone for long. I’m sure the foundation would have found a method to question me on what I did or said with him.

Dr. X: Do you know why SCP-49878 is attached to you?

H: I couldn’t tell you. But I do know for certain that he’s obsessed and possessive of me. To the point of extreme violence to others.

???: Quite so. Now tell me, is this silly little interview over? It’s time for you to return to our place.

Dr. X: Session has been interrupted by SCP-49878. Ending recording.

*click*

The doctor pulled the recorder towards them as Hajime felt arms snake around his midsection. Floating white locks of hair came into view as the supernatural force leaned his cheek into the brunette’s. “It was so terribly long of a wait. I couldn’t sit alone anymore. You know I don’t like being seperated, Hajime.”

Despite the fact that the creature behind him could and would break reality if he felt like it, Hajime felt a twinge of annoyance. “It’s been only 30 minutes! You are so impatient! I just wanted to deliver some letters to my family and answer a few questions in exchange. Was it so hard to read a book or watch a movie while I was gone?”

The man next to him pouted. “Yes. It was.”

Hajime sighed, raising a hand to run it through his short spiky hair. “You do realize how whiny you sound right now, right? Very unbefitting of a crazy apocalypse monster.” He sighed again, standing up from the metal chair and stepping away from the table. “Apologies for the interruption. I think we need to leave now.”

The doctor nodded, maintaining their neutral expression. “You are dismissed. Take him back to his containment.”

“I’ll do that.” Hajime turned to look at the SCP near him. “Come on, Nagizuru. Let’s get you back to our home.”

The white haired man grinned. “Say no more.” He was hugged to the other man’s chest, eyes forced shut as he felt a strange sense of dizziness. He was still trying to get used to it when the SCP teleported them both. And when he reopened his eyes after the dizziness faded, he saw that they were now back in the apartment-like space the foundation had created for them. “Now it’s just us again. All is correct in the universe once more.”

Hajime stepped back to sit back on their plush couch. “Dramatic. And impatient.” He rolled his eyes as he witnessed the man teleport next to him on the couch, laying his head and long hair on his lap. It was actions like this that made him temporarily forget that this man held so much power. He couldn’t help being casual with him. Much like how he was when they first met.

He recalled that night as he stroked the white hair. He remembered asking for his name. To which he had received a confusing answer.

“I was once called Nagito. Recently I have been referred to as Izuru. And there are several other titles I have been given that I don’t care much to recall at the moment. You may use whatever name you desire.”

Hajime had groaned. He hated needing to choose between options. “If you are going to be so difficult about your name, I’ll just make it easier for myself. I’ll merge the first two together. You’re Nagizuru now.”

“Nagizuru, hmmm? Interesting. So very interesting. But I shall accept that as my identity now. You alone may call me this.”

And so it began. The spiral that threw his sense of normalcy out the window of a skyscraper. But he honestly was not sure if that spiral was going up or down. But despite all the horrors he had seen, he was leaning more towards the former.

And he wouldn’t deny that the illusion of a domestic life within this facility was nice. “Did you get rid of all the dust and dirt while I was gone at least?” he asked as he looked down.

The creature smiled wide. “Affirmative. It would not do if you were to fall ill. So cleanliness is of the utmost importance. Also, I prepared food for you. Would you like it now?”

Hajime thought about it for a moment before deciding he was hungry enough for a snack. “Something small. I don’t want to spoil dinner.”

A plate of green mochi appeared in front of him. They looked fresh, as if just made. He grabbed one and took a bite, humming happily at the taste. He was thankful that Nagizuru’s magical teleportation didn’t affect food in taste or quality. And of course, the man was a master of everything. All he created was amazing.

“It is to your liking, I assume. I took notice that you prefer this over others I have provided. Is this perhaps a favorite of yours?” the SCP inquired, not moving from his position.

The brunette raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It is actually. You noticed? Thank you. I appreciate it.” He took another bite, this one seemed to taste much better than the first. “As thanks, do you want me to prepare dinner tonight?”

Nagizuru looked up at him. “That is a reasonable bargain. May I request curry?”

Giving one last pat to the white hair, Hajime stood up from the couch. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just wait here and I’ll get it started.”

The man groaned a bit at the loss of his companion, but ultimately did as requested. Just laying on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked innocent and harmless like this. It would be very easy to assume he was safe to be around.

But Hajime put that thought away for now. The SCP was safe to be around. For him at least. And he was thankful for this with each passing day.

He entered the little kitchen they had, placing the plate of mochi down on the table before pulling the fridge open. All the ingredients for curry were right there, waiting for him. How thoughtful of Nagizuru to provide everything. He grabbed all he needed and put it on the counter, starting the process of slicing the vegetables and meat.

He took his time, as there was no rush. Neither of them had events to attend nor schedules that needed to be focused on. It was nice, not having to stress about that anymore. All he needed to do now was to keep the SCP company. And all was provided to him. He was even able to still have communication with people outside of the facility. Granted, it was very limited and no one knew exactly where he was or what he was doing, but it was still comforting that he wasn’t completely cut off.

And within his decorated and clean home, it was so easy to forget the strangeness of his situation.

But there were still some instances that reminded him of this fact.

The mechanical sound of the door opening startled him. Who could that possibly be? No one entered this place other than himself and the one it was built for. Desiring answers, he moved out of the kitchen and faced the door.

There was an unfamiliar man there, dressed in orange. A Class-D. He was looking around the room while eating one of the green mochi he had snagged from the plate. “These doctors really have been hogging this place to themselves the whole time? Guess I can’t blame them. Tasty food and a clean home. Everyone would want to be here,” he muttered to himself. Then he noticed Hajime. “Oh. The room’s other occupant. You’re really young. How’d you get access to this place? Did you butter up the doctors to let you be placed in this Safe Class room?”

Hajime felt his confusion levels rise. “What do you mean? The SCP here isn’t Safe Class. You really need to leave. Escape while you still can.”

But instead of heeding his warnings, the man just smirked. “The doctor told me that you might try and convince me otherwise. That this was a dangerous room. But I know better! So you should best quit while you’re ahead. I don’t take kindly to people getting in my way. And if you try…” The Class-D grabbed his shirt collar roughly. “Well, let’s just say that I won’t go easy on you. This is your only warning, kid.” The man then shoved him away with force.

The rough push sent him stumbling backwards. But to his surprise, instead of rough furniture or the floor, his back made contact with something else. Something that he was very familiar with. And as he felt the arms wrap around him with an unbreakable solid grip, he knew that there was nothing more he could do. The man’s fate was sealed. So he shut his mouth and didn’t speak further.

He looked up to see the SCP’s expression. And it was a sight straight out of a nightmare. His long white hair was moving on its own like a nest of angry snakes. The sclera of his eyes was pitch black, the irises glowing red. His smile was wide, too wide to be human. And his teeth had elongated to sharp points. Nagizuru was displeased. And that always resulted in fatalities.

“Filthy human. Intruding into our domain. Taking our food. And daring to touch my Hajime. These actions are unforgivable.” Nagizuru’s voice sounded layered, as if another, darker version of him was speaking at the same time. It sent a chill down the humans’ spines. “Now then, corpses don’t need internal organs. So I’ll remove them for you.”

The Class-D man’s expression changed to one of pure shock. He then tried gasping for air with raspy, strained wheezes. But based on the SCP’s previous words, it seemed like the air had no lungs to go to. And there was no heart to pump blood. So the skin paled drastically in a short time. The man tipped forward, falling face first onto the floor. A few more convulsions, then he was still.

Hajime stared at the now dead man in his home. Months before, this would have terrified him and scarred him for life. But now? It was almost just an inconvenience. He took a breath and raised a question. “Can you… get him out of our place? I don’t want to risk our things reeking of death.”

Nagizuru closed his eyes and mouth for a moment. When they reopened, they appeared as they usually did. Human enough to fool those not in the know. “Of course. I too despise the stench of rot.” The body then vanished, no trace of it being left behind. “There we are. Now it’s just us again.”

Hajime relaxed again, leaning back into the tight embrace he was being held in. Though one thought did pop into existence. “Out of curiosity, where did you send him?”

Nagizuru grinned as he led the human back over to the couch. “Oh, I simply dropped the body in front of the doctor who sent him in with false information. I think their autopsy of him should send a clear message to not try that again.” He sat them down so that they were both laying on the plush cushions, still holding onto the brunette. “Now relax, my dear Hajime. I’ll finish dinner. You’ve had a stressful day and I’ll help you forget your worries.”

The human could feel the man using some abilities to make him sleepy. But he didn’t protest or fight it. Not that he could even if he wanted to. His heavy eyelids closed and he leaned his full weight into the one holding him.

He was in the clutches of danger. Stuck with a monster who could end him at any time. The knowledge inspired feelings of instinctual dread in the back of his mind. And he welcomed the feeling with open arms. For the experience was worth it.

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Back to the excellent Nagizuru au we know and love! Wooooo!!!

We had a few back to back angsty fics. How about a little fluff?

I think this may be the most peaceful and calm fic I have written for Nagizuru. Surely this isn’t a comfort before dark things ahead, right?

…right?

Guess you will have to wait and see! But for now? Fluff.

Hajime couldn’t believe his luck sometimes. Be it bad or good. It had definitely increased since his time in the lighthouse and he knew the source, too. But there were still instances where he was surprised at what came his way.

Such as right now, as he stared at the cart in front of him that no one was paying attention to.

He was on the office floor to give a report to his superiors. It had been the same as usual, nothing out of the ordinary for this place. He was dismissed as soon as the doctors had everything they needed from him. And so he had prepared to leave and go do his duties. But then he had noticed a cart near the snack table that this floor had for the higher ups. On it were various items that looked as though they were being tossed. And one of them happened to be a pretty large fictional novel.

An idea popped into his mind as he glanced around. No one was paying him any mind. This was his chance. He grabbed the book and a few apples off the table, exiting the room and booking it over to the elevator. He sighed once the doors closed, knowing he had been successful in swiping the items. This was exciting for him, as this would surely be beneficial for Izuru. A different kind of sweet food and a method to pass time. So he hurriedly assembled his cart and transported it to the sixth floor. Where his charge waited for him.

Scanning his card, his heart raced as he heard the beep and the doors open. And it continued to race even as he pushed the cart in. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed.

“You are in much higher spirits. Would you care to share with me the reason?”

Izuru laid on his bed as usual, smiling and staring at him. Already he seemed in a better mood than previous days. Especially when compared to the events of the previous week.

But Hajime pushed the memories away, not wanting to think of the three messes that had angered the Ultimate Hope. “I have a few surprises. I’ll give them to you after the tests, alright?”

Izuru perked up a bit at that. “Surprises you say? I am most curious. Very well, proceed.”

Nodding, Hajime did just that. He even noticed Izuru eating just a little faster than normal. So he too was eager. A nice thing to see.

Finally, the bowls and utensils were placed on the cart. It was time.

“So I have two things for you. Here’s the first,” he said as he pulled out a bowl. Small chunks of apples filled it, the sweet aroma filling the room once out in the open. Izuru’s eyes widened a bit, reaching out and pinching the one on top. “Your enthusiasm suggests that this was not acquired by usual means. You took this from your superiors right under their noses, didn’t you? I approve of your actions.”

Hajime grinned as he handed the bowl to the experiment. “I’m glad you like them. And here’s the other thing.” He pulled the book out from the cart’s bottom shelf and handed it over as well. “I know they don’t want you to have anything to entertain yourself with. But they never actually come to see you in your room so they will never know.”

Izuru took the book and looked it over. He looked fascinated at the object, turning it every which way. “I held books in my previous life. But not in this one. And I don’t believe he ever read this one. Something new.”

Hajime smiled with glee. Izuru was in a very positive mood from his gifts. He had hoped for this and was glad that he bore witness to it. “I’m so glad you like them. I’ll be sure to try and get you more if I can. I don’t know when they are going to empty that cart. Maybe I can grab some while they are eating.”

“If you can, that would prove to be helpful. But do take care to not get caught. However, that is a task for later. You shall stay here with me for the next hour.” Izuru had set the book down to grab his wrist, tugging him hard so that he landed on the bed and on the thin legs under the covers.

Hajime scrambled hard to get up and off the Ultimate Hope. But it seemed that Izuru had other plans. Through precise movements and calculations of the caretaker’s reactions, the brunette ended up sitting on the bed with his back resting on the experiment’s chest. “There. The optimal position for us. Don’t try to move now. You don’t want to ruin this, do you?”

Hajime instantly went still. Even if he had a relatively stable and safe relationship with the superhuman compared to the rest of the world, he was still a force to be reckoned with. Someone powerful that needed to be respected and listened to. Something he never forgot. “No, sir. I would never want to ruin what you do or make.”

“Good, good,” Izuru cooed in his ear, sending all sorts of shivers down his spine. The left arm traveled to retrieve an apple chunk while the right looped around his midsection and held tight. “Now, here is my request for you, my dear caretaker. Since my hands are currently occupied, I couldn’t possibly hold the book up. So you shall both hold it and read it for me.”

Hajime felt his face flush. “Do you mean… reading the book aloud?”

Izuru nestled his head on Hajime’s shoulder, tugging him closer into the embrace. “Yes, that is what I desire. I know you can do it. No need to be embarrassed. No one else is listening.”

Hajime shakily sighed, resigning himself to his fate and task. He just had to power through the embarrassment. He was only being requested to read a book aloud by the most powerful and important human on the planet. No big deal, right?

Trying his best to be comfortable with his situation, he grabbed the book from where it was laying on the bed. He cracked it open, flipping through the pages until he found the first part of the story. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to begin speaking.

Only to get an apple chunk popped in there. He made a surprised noise and tried to not choke on the small piece of fruit.

“I figured you would want one before starting. I don’t believe I will be able to eat them all considering my stomach’s typical amount of consumption. So I shall share.”

The caretaker chewed and swallowed the fruit as fast as he could, wanting to respond. “You are generous, sir. But if I may, can you let me know when you are offering? I don’t want to suffocate if I swallow it wrong.”

Izuru hummed, which Hajime could feel from his position on his shoulder. “I suppose I could. You perishing from asphyxiation would not bode well for the rest of the planet. Very well, I shall be more obvious when presenting them to you.” The white haired man leaned in closer, hot puffs of air on the shell of his ear. “Continue as you were, my dear caretaker. I am eager to know what kind of story we have here.”

Hajime nodded and took a breath. Then he began, reading aloud for the first time in a while. It became easier once he got into a rhythm. He even got invested in the characters and the story as they went along. He only paused when Izuru fed him an apple, the experiment keeping his word and making sure it was obvious. With the two of them working on the bowl, it was empty in little time. So Izuru used his now free hand to hold the chain on Hajime’s collar. Something he had shown that he liked to do based on previous encounters.

But eventually, after something like a half an hour after the apples were gone, Hajime noticed that Izuru’s grip on him had loosened. He slowed his reading to a stop and glanced over. The red eyes were shut and his breathing was deep and slow. The sedatives must have made him fall asleep. So Hajime quietly shut the book, placing it on the windowsill for him to find later. And he carefully extracted himself from the other’s hold, laying him down on the pillows and bringing the blanket up to cover his body.

He normally would have left right around this time. Just gather his materials and exit the room. But for some reason, this time he paused before leaving. He stepped back over to the bedside, gazing down at the sleeping man. He was overcome with a wave of emotion. But the prevailing one was… fondness. It led to him reaching a hand out and laying it on the white hair, stroking some of the locks.

“I’ll do everything I can to help you. To make your life better in this hell. I swear this to you. And may the world strike me down if I ever fail you.”

He removed his hand, returning it to the cold, metal cart. And after a final glance, he left the room to continue his job.

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