《Playing god》 First world. "empty, meh lets see" "Uhm yeah i think i will do some scp fanfiction It looks Fun" "First the earth, then add what i know about scp, now i think i will choose a protagonist and...done" ? ? ? Alexander woke up and brushed his teeth, he was a junior researcher at the foundation and he worked with them to contain anomalies... "Lets fast foward just a little bit" He a arrived at the place where he works at, he had to research scp-504 while he walked down the hallway he heard a voice the volume almost a whisper "Hey,go inside the room with the tomato and tell a fart joke" alarmed the researcher looked around searching for the source of the voice, but he was alone in the hallways the voice spoke again this time louder "you are hearing this in your head idiot" this made him even more alarmed because he knew that there were anomalies that affected the mind, so he ran down the hallways that now instead of a bustling crowd there was only him, and everytime he tried to leave he came back from the opposite side of the little stretch of hallway.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. "you will only leave when i let you, capiche?" Alex nodded desperatly, scared for his life "Now you will tell the fart joke to the tomato" he in fear complied with the entity''s demands, the junior researcher now freed started walking to the place where the anomaly is contained, but he began wondering if he made the right choi- "don''t even DARE get cold feet now" he heard again in his own head, but this time the voice sounded a little delighted, almost as If his misery and suffering pleased it, but he couldn''t wonder forever as he arrived at the place that maybe would be where he died. He opened the reincorced doors and got in front of the tomato and with a fearful and low voice he simply said "How do you say fart in German?...farfrompoopin" nothing happened and as the seconds passed he started to calm down but it wasn''t to last as the tomato launcher itself breaking even the barrier of sound, but as the tomato aproached his head to a most surely fatal it hit something and as a little stretch of time passed the fearful researcher opened his eyes, to see a layer of tomato juice and remains covering some sort of invisible barrier around him but before he could even gather his thoughts, the facility''s security bust through the open door "surrender imediatly junior researcher Alexander Johnson" then to make the situation even worse he heard the damned voice again "wow, no need to be so aggressive i even left a gift for you now lets ser How this goes down" and as simple as that It was gone, but then he remembered the situation at hand "i surrender" he put his hands on the air but as the task force comes near the junior researcher they can''t bypass an invible barrier, partialy covered in tomato juices that is around him. Alex is quietly escorted to meets his superiors- "Nah i will take you with me" Everything fades to white when suddenly Alex wakes up in a place made of cubes "now do something" I wanted something to write something different and you cant stop me Ephemereal memories that dance like butterflies to the wind until the day they stop and seemingly disapear. Like fond images of a sunny day at the beach Sun bearing down hot, the day a beautiful haze of faces, maybe a smile? The memories forever lost to a seemingly endless sea but the recounted tales still yet live, to an end that is so out there that It seems less real, to a moment of happiness that only lived could be belived, like a memory of a day that never was to the truth of everything that could be, the endless march stops for no one or anything the search for a way back a way to bring it all back or a search for eternity that seems hopeless, yes it has meaning even if It doesn''t come to an end, to appreciate life, death isn''t necessary its only a sweet little lie to make our inevitable end seem less terrific, seem less as a pain than It truly is, because if something is inevitable what is the meaning to fight? Fight for your ideals? Fight for your dream? Or even fighting for the barest hint of Hope, fighting for a better tomorrow and fond memories of yesterday.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. I wrote It and you now can read it A shining glint reflecting the sun, only seen by a strange pair, a crow and a small dragon. Entranced by the coin''s beauty they want It for themselves, but they can''t get It because the other wants it too, so they fight. Claws Meeting talons and beak meeting fangs they fight and fight over it again and again, they are fighting with so much passion that they didn''t even realize that the coin was picked up by a passerby.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. And so they continue to fight until its night, both to tired from the fight they simply sleep and when they wake up they finaly realize that the coin is missing and that makes both of them sad, but as they look at each other they both smile and laugh at their own foolishness and greed, and that day they lost a coin and got a friend. The end Crow and dragon 2 From the newly formed friendship a desire for adventure came forth, and so they went on a journey in search of the lost gold coin. In this journey the first big hurdle they encountered was an icy mantis, and they prepared for an epic battle that will be sung for generations to come. The dragon brandished its claws like swords and prepared to release a big gout of flame, at the same time the crow took its rapier (iron toothpick) from their taveling supplies and with unrivaled Grace wielded it. Two slashes came fast flying out with almost unrivaled speed, but the taveling companions were capable of narrowly dogding It, and seeing this opening they attacked together, the crow using the full piercing provided by its weapon incapacitated one of the mantis'' scythes and the dragon in a gout of flame incapacitated the orher but as they thought they won suddenly, they discovered the true reason for the icy in its name, from the mantis'' mouth came a whirlwind of pure cold that stole both of their warmth, but not to be outdone the pint sized dragon let off a ball made of flames, that forced the insect to stop its icy breath. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.Seeing the opportunity the crow used its rapier with a speed never seen before to make the finishing blow, and it went through, pierced through the head It was finaly defeated.