Late Night Rambles..

Late night rambles..

Everynight or so I come home to my apartment and just sit on my sofa for at least 10 minutes turn my phone off, log in to tumblr on my laptop and scroll.

Normally that would be fine.. but, it let me wonder... and think... since I'm open on here at least.

How hasn't the foundation given me SCP status?

Like I'm sitting on my bed and thinking, huh, have they not noticed? Or do they not care... because Dr. Veson keeps bringing it up that... something's off with me.

To be fair I can understand why, honey brown feathers just, on my office floor, I can make chirping sounds when flustered or annoyed... like I get it, solid foundation for that...

But no one cares?? How have I not been investigated??

When you realize that, just because you can get a fancy foundation issued laptop, you can steal the other ones and-

Shhh.. no one tell Dr. Clef that I stole its-

Oh my god I’ll keep an eye out for fundraisers but my hometown is in flames.. they think it might all be gone.

God i hate the current economy

Memories?

Memories are a fickle thing... that I knew, that much at least... but I like to focus on the clear things. The photos, the stories they'd tell, I always figured telling stories would help with my memories. Take this piece from my job today..

Dr. Clef: Hey... Ceyo, what's with the cupcake in my office with a wax sealed envelope?

Me: [quietly] I'm not sure, I probably put it there, but I don't remember why

Dr. Clef: Hm... sometimes I wonder why you're kept around, how you keep up.

Me: Understandable, sometimes I wonder that too.

Now if I were to say the story version? It would be easier... watch- well- read, I suppose.

I glanced up from my paperwork, pushing the file of the current project of sorts I was working on. Setting it aside while the touch of the paper felt strange upon my finger tips, just making out the form of Dr. Clef. His gaze met my own, the analysis that always came with when he would look at me– scrutinizing my every action. His focus shifted to desk as he approached, the gap between the door and my desk closing as he made his way over.

"Hey..." he trailed off before continuing, "Ceyo, whats with the cupcake in my office?"

My mind was blank for a moment, a cupcake in his office? Sure it was common knowledge I was fond of him, but I didn't remember a cupcake... much less if I put it there.

"-with a wax sealed envelope?" His voice was like usual, nonchalant and yet slightly accusatory.

I let his words filter through my mind, surely a wax sealed envelope... I could name three different researchers who would do such... Dr. Veson, Dr. Ending, Dr. Cypher... but he came to me, so it must've been me, right?

"I'm not sure, I probably put it there, but I don't remember why," my voice came out much quieter than I expected.

He studied me again, the way his eyes narrowed slightly, the small changes in his demeanor– all of it pointed to something that would come out sharp and harsh... at least from him. That I knew, and after years of working with him, I expected it.

"Hm," he hummed in response, he had a sharp tongue, that I knew well, "sometimes, I wonder why you're kept around, how you keep up."

I was always used to his sharp words, how easily he could use them to hurt. I grew up in a home where words like that were commonplace, and yet, when I replied— I sounded weak.

"Understandable," I spoke softly as I glanced away "sometimes I wonder that too.." I trailed off as he nodded and walked away leaving my office and closing the door behind him.

He was strange, but certainly.. pleasant at times to be around.

No but like fr tho

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