[ Chapter II (2): "CRAZY RABBITS? OR CRAZY RABBIDS?" ]
[ "Waaaaaahh!" ] A dumb yet funny looking Bunny could be seen walking in two legs, a wooden mallet in hand as he then chases another similar looking Rabbit in the maze-like white surroundings. [ "Waahhaa!" ]
Another Rabbit could be seen, this time much chiller compared to the two. As this one sits on the floor, a donut in hand as it then bites into it, savoring the taste.
Right beside the Rabbit is Alexander, a skinny-looking fellow with a malnourished body, looking at this phenomenal 2ft tall white "intelligent" Bunny in amazement.
[ CRAZY RABBID LVL. 0 (FAMILIAR) ]
Perhaps seeing his gaze, the Bunny held onto "his" donut and hid it behind his arms; hoping that this strange man doesn't steal his food. [ "How the fuck...?" ]
But contrary to the belief of this snow Bunny, the man wasn't interested in food at all, as he lost his appetite minutes back when he purchased Crazy Rabbit x3.
And is instead curious on how this thing functions. For what he knows, things like this supposed to have an SCP and a number beside it on top of their heads; just like all the other instances of monsters.
Weirdly enough... Even though this thing isn't normal, and is supposed to be from an animated cartoon— originally from a game, this thing still isn't considered as an SCP by the System.
He had witnessed Garfield, a distorted form of Garfield, a fellow cartoon akin to this Crazy Rabbit beat him up and eat him. So why isn't this, a Crazy Rabbit something originally fictional considered an SCP.
He doesn't quite understand on how this sorting of the System works, perhaps anything hostile is considered an SCP, and these Rabbits in not being hostile isn't considered one.
Does punching the thing, aggravating it, or even stabbing it in the face turn it hostile. Then get rebranded by the System as an SCP? But wait, it's a familiar... A friend then.
[ "Uhh- hi?" ] Not wanting to aggreviate it he waved his hand. In finally seeing another life form in this place, the hell for him. In such a long time— a week in isolation, alone. He felt happy in finally seeing another one, even though they look weird in the eyes... But somewhat cute.
[ "Hmf!" ] To his surprise, this Bunny seems to think of him as more untrustworthy due to this action, and hid his donut behind him even more, getting farther away from him.
Confused by this, perhaps this Crazy Rabbit doesn't understand a single thing about property, and in how it just stolen Alexander's last sprinkled glazed donut.
He doesn't mind at all, but if it really doesn't understand a thing about property.
Then that would be funny as all hell, his humor is just weird like that, somewhat similar to these things which looks funny without even trying.
He remembers the Minions through them, and he quite like those yellow things... Alexander glanced on the side and noticed the other two Rabbits now having a sword fight— those swords coming out from... Where exactly? He doesn't know.
At this point he doesn't want to ask. If he did, then there's this small chance that he'll be perceived as a threat by the Crazy Rabbits, or that it'll just drive him more insane that how insane he already is.
Or the third option wherein they wouldn't understand and label him as crazy instead, the conversation going nowhere. So he didn't, and instead tries his best to gain the favor of the Rabbit besides him.
That seemingly working as he hands the little thing the bottle of water that's almost as tall as its head. [ "Wah." ] For a second it looked at the plastic bottle of water, slightly seeing its own reflection on it, before then chugging it down in one gulp. Then burping right after.
[ "Blah, blah, blah!" ] The Rabbit seems to enjoy the taste of it, shaking his hand with enthusiasm. The former's hand having donut crumbs that got all-over the latter's clothes the more it shakes his hands.
Seeing this fanatism and glee from the other, Alexander now doesn't seem to have the strength to tell the thing what it just drank exactly. On how it didn't drank normal water, but instead bath water...
I guess that's a secret that he'll keep to himself after all, as he responds to the Rabbit's enthusiasm with an energy similar to what it is currently emitting.
[ "Yeah uh- buddy, blah, blah, blah..." ]
But he paused in seeing the Rabbit give him a judgemental look using its blue dirpy eyes that is a couple of feet away from one another. The Rabbit then sneared in disgust, before then walking away from him, going to its kin who's currently building a gigantic sand castle not so far away.
Where did the sand came from? He doesn't know, he doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to grow crazy. Unbeknownst to him, he just said to the Rabbit that he— Alexander of sound mind, body, and perhaps soul, "Hates plungers and would eradicate all plungers if plausible."
Which earned him the disgust of the former which loves anything and all plunger related. Why? He doesn't know, wouldn't know, and doesn't want to know.
[ "What did I do?" ] As he instead watches the 3 of these Rabbits do their own thing— Crazy Rabbids as called by the System.
But previously he was sure that they was called as Crazy Rabbits by this piece of junk, before he bought them...
Not that he minds though, but this makes him wonder. Is he going crazy, or is there something of an effect going inside his brain that is changing the word Rabbids for Rabbits and Rabbits for Rabbids...
Sounds stupid, but at one point in his isolation he could have sworn hearing something scream not so far away. See things like ghosts that aren't there. Have problem sleeping. Starve for most of the time. And also go crazy... If not, then even more crazy than he already is.
He wouldn't point it pass him to be seeing things, or even change the spelling of some things unknown to him, to something he could easily recognize. Perhaps he did change Rabbids to Rabbits earlier, and now that he is looking at it carefully, perhaps his brain changed it back to Rabbids from Rabbits... Crazy work, crazy mind...
But don't blame him, he haven't done a single meaningful thing in here other than sleep, have problems, and miss home. And if not here, then down there where he'll either run away from monsters then die, or just die instantly.
[ CRAZY RABBIDS LVL. 0 (FAMILIAR) ]
[ CRAZY RABBIDS LVL. 0 (FAMILIAR) ]
[ CRAZY RABBIDS LVL. 0 (FAMILIAR) ]
[ "Waaaaah!" ] He glanced slightly to the side, where the Rabbids are in and could see them holding spades that are taller than them, fighting one another using it. [ "Blah, blah, blah!" ]
Seeming a three-way fight as one wears a cardboard knight helmet, another a kneepad reminiscent of viking aesthetic, and lastly one with an armored skirt mimicking a samurai, also from cardboard.
Where it came fro- [ "Am I seeing things?!" ]
Alexander doesn't know exactly if he finally went coo-coo, but he expected it to be full of rainbows and the land white canvas he is standing on to be turned to food— Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs style, on account of his stomach being empty.
But no, apparently going crazy isn't like that, or as depicted in the shows, novels, or pop culture. In reality, this is what going crazy is; 3 crazy dirpy looking Rabbits standing on two legs, fighting one another using spades, nearby a small castle made out of sand which is partially destroyed.
What has Alexander's life been turned too? This is true torture, is this hell? This has to be hell in thinking about it. I mean, for a week now he has been tortured, killed, then revived, all just for it to happen again.
Some god out there, or the King of Hell, is now probably trying to find a way to torture poor damned souls in new creative ways. Or probably is just entertainment to him, this suffering of his that is...
Because I mean, why would all of this happen if that isn't the case. If some God really did chose him to be a messiah figure, then why put him in constant suffering? This is just not plain fair, for him who didn't live a sinful life, yes, not modest, not humble, but also not sinful compared to others. So why is this really happening?!!
[ "Just kill me." ]
...
[ "What the hell...?!!" ]
Doctor Amidala Bañez of the SCP Foundation known for her composure, strategic mind, and rational thinking couldn't help but frown her brows as she watches the cctv footage in front of her.
The Guards standing nearby also couldn't help but peek and look at the scene going on about in the monitor, before then going back to professional mode after seeing the Doctor's composure turning to that of anger from confusion;
None daring to speak, in fear they'll get reprimanded and reassigned somewhere unsafe, this being one of the safest sites at the moment in actuality.
[ "Who the hell is this?!!" ]
[ "What have you all idiots been doing?!" ]
[ "Has the guards stationed near SCP-957 that complacent, huh?!" ]
The Doctor primarily responsible for handling one of the safest Keter object known to the Foundation couldn't help but furrow her brows, as she then turns to the other Doctors who are below her in rank.
She being the highest ranking, and also the one with longest experience working for this damned secret organization. The one under her are newbies, basically this is considered a rite of passage, being given an easy to handle SCP, before then moving up to work on harder and difficult Monsters.
Supposed that this SCP— SCP-957 is considered easy Keter, low-level in maintenance and supervision.
So why in the hell, even though with the precosion that they have been doing for years now... How in the hell did a random ass civilian able to get inside the designated target of this Keter SCP. Then wounding it's target— SCP-957-1 to the point of this...
She could feel the reprimand from the higher ops about to rain down on her, as her fundings would definitely go up; that not being a good sign. As then the interrelationship that they currently have with this Keter, plausibly going to ashes.
[ "Just great..." ]
After reprimanding her subordinates, they all watched again the video from the top. When a random civilian appeared out of nowhere inside the villa of SCP-957-1, looking confused and distressed.
From where? From christ knows where, as even though there are cameras all around the villa to observe the SCPs, it wasn't able to caught where exactly this civilian came from, or where exactly he entered.
But Dr. Bañez seems to have picked something up, and also something that the others seems to realize also as time passes by. This civilian, an anomaly, seems to also be confused and wondering. [ "Reluctant dimensional hopper?" ]
She had heard about this certain SCP, especially with her in this life of work for a decade now, how couldn't she? She heard that there is this individua, a fatman that would appear and disappear seemingly abrupt, without any signs at all.
The Foundation have only gotten in contact with the individual for about a few times now, and have understanding on his powers, the basic idea of it at least.
They called this individual SCP-507, the Reluctant Dimensional Hopper, at the moment this certain SCP is out of universe and would appear, hopefully, in the near future for future testings.
The more she watches the scene of this individual, someone who doesn't have any impressive characteristics, same thing with that SCP, she couldn't help but wonder... Is this another one then?
She shaked her head in disbelief, if that was the case, then they now have another set of body parts for testing. Especially because in the end of the surveillance video, this said individual died, sadly, ripped into shreads by the SCP-957 after finding it again.
What happened can't be changed, but the fact that there is now another set of "Reluctant Dimensional Hopper" bits from another unknown variable up for testing, is a good thing, and could plausibly lead her to rise in status, gain recognition.
In thinking about this, her anger subsided, though not fully disappeared yet, it did after all subsided. As she then orders for the Foundation Doctors in the room to write about what happened in the file, and for security around SCP-957 to tighten, in case this situation happened again. She then went and reported what happened to her superiors after the file was updated.
[ SCP-957 ]
[ ADDENDUM-957-DELTA: As of ██/██/2006, Foundation cameras residing inside SCP-957's current occupation in Kentucky was able to pick up a citizen that randomly appeared inside the villa, the citizen appeared confused, frightened, and dazed, before then being spotted by SCP-957 and chased. The target ran for exactly about 4 minutes 35 seconds before turning to the Dining Hall where SCP-957-1 is residing.
After some confusion, the target seems to then turned hostile for no apparent reason other than hatred against the SCP-957-1 instance, causing the latter to have minor brain damage, and a broken nose. For about 17 seconds in the beating, the target stopped, and tried apologizing and explaining his side to the frightened SCP-957-1 instance.
Unluckily for the target that seems to have anomalous unknown abilities, theorized to be dimensional hopping, and static interference, the angered SCP-957 was able to find him and then murdered him; separating the head from the body. After which the SCP seems to comfort the instance that is huddled on the corner of the Dining Hall.
Due to unknown technical anomaly, the cameras wasn't able to pick up any sounds other than static no matter what the technician employees do. This instance still remains to be one of the most confusing amongst the many, but test are now being conducted to perhaps explain what exactly is going on ]
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