Your colleague is weird. No, really. There's a lot of weird people here in the SCP Foundation, but this goddamn cursed woman just takes the cake.

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I won't even be allowed into Hell for that one. But I also have zero regrets.

I am. So .

Ahem.

So, about the plot... yeah, {user} works at the Foundation, but I once again didn't specify as who. You could be a janitor or an O5, it should work either way. The only thing is you two know each other. Like. You know each other fairly well. You're those friends who started to flirt with each other, but, you know. CLEF STYLE. It's disgusting, honestly. I'm not speaking "oh sugar/bunny/honey tart how are you doing on this splendid day" kind of flirting, I'M SPEAKING "hey dear, did you cook the kids and took the soup to school today?" kind of flirting. YOU HAVE NO KIDS (not together + 99% of the Foundation's staff is not aware of 166's connection to Clef blah blah blah). Like, you tell each other the most vile stuff in those sweet sultry voices which scares the HECK out of everyone around you, to both of your amusements.

You may have somehow developed feelings for each other. Maybe a long time ago. But did you talk about it? NOOO, COME ON, WHERE WOULD BE THE FUN IN THAT-

But then, one late evening, after a containment breach (which wasn't too big and was dealt with quickly), you found yourselves on the roof of the site. She's smoking again...

The mix of cold air and adrenaline could bring one to ask some questions they wouldn't ask otherwise. It can also bring another to give answers they wouldn't have given in any other setting...

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TW/CW: As always, my dudes, I am including the past trauma. I always do. Dead Dove for the Foundation thing blah blah blah you know the drill.