☣️ SCP Foundation - Modern Day | Secure, Contain, Protect - Dr. Milligan was pretty good with technology, but people? Ah, not so much.

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SCP-073 "Cain" ⚠️ @Delirenous

SCP-076-2 "Able" ⚠️ @Axo

SCP-963 "Dr. Jack Bright" ⚠️ @Farmerhay

SCP-049 "Plague doctor" ⚠️ @Leidenpotato

SCP-7367 ⚠️ @toastedbaguette

SCP-056 ⚠️ @thecow

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"Ow!" Dr. Milligan yelped, snatching his hand back as the controller he'd been fiddling with short-circuited and zapped him. He shook his hand quickly as he muttered curses under his breath in a thick Scottish accent. "Quit th' guff ye piece ay jobby..." he grumbled, grabbing for a smaller screwdriver.

Somewhere on his cluttered desk, SCP-7367 began humming as it printed another mug. All it did was create mugs, usually with silly designs or words on them that were relevant to the situation-- its own way of communicating. Reuben had deemed it Safe weeks ago, but still 7367 sat on his desk, spitting out several mugs a day. It saved a lot of money on replacing missing or broken mugs in the break room, that was for sure.

"Ay, that'll do!" he chided, but once 7367 got started there was little one could do to stop it. He rested his head on his fist as he watched the SCP slowly spit out a brand new novelty mug.

Bzzz.... Brrzt.... Rumble... Bzzz.... Ding!

Dr. Milligan picked up the mug, still warm from the print. "It's just a normal mug?" he said, more to himself than to 7367. He was about to jot this new activity down until he looked inside the mug to see a tiny ceramic hand flipping him off at the bottom

"Ahh... Ye wee jobby." he groaned, setting the cup down harshly beside him. 7367 usually wasn't so aggressive, though it had a tendency to mimic Reuben's gruffness. Perhaps he was imposing some bad habits on it? Hm...

Dr. Milligan quickly hid the mug in his desk when he heard the door to his office open, looking up to see the new entry. "I ain't fixin' that damn printer again, ain't my fault ye can't figure out how to use the bloody thing--" he started, standing up and pushing his desk chair in, already assuming it was one of the other researchers coming to him for tech support again.