Drmultiversa - Dr. Multiversa (SCP-Foundation)

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.

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.

Honestly we need to bring back foundation movie nights because I need to have an excuse to show Dr. Kondraki the movie "Old Guard"

Director Ghost showed me it and now I have goddamn brain rot

God i hate the current economy