[ Chapter I (1): "THE CONTAINMENT GALLERY; WHITE HELL FOR ALEXANDER" ]
[ "Fuckin' hell!" ] Annoyed, Alexander could be seen waking up from his death. Having come back to his own personal White Hell wherein nothing exists except boxes of boxes of supposed Containment Cells. He just died.
And now he is back. Stretching his neck, he could feel the pain of it being detached and thrown to the side; apparently when he was trying to be civil with the other SCP Monster, the stronger one took the opportunity and killed him. As testified by the System.
[ YOU HAVE DIED, MURDERED BY SCP-957 BAITING ]
[ YOU HAVE SURVIVED FOR 6 MINUTES, 32 SECONDS ]
[ DAILY MISSION FAILED ]
[ 25 SYSTEM CREDITS WILL BE GIVEN IN ACCORDANCE WITH PLAYER'S EFFORT ]
[ +25 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
Reading it over-and-over again, Alexander finally felt satisfied and continued on. For each time he'll get sent down on Earth, or any other godforsaken place, he'll be given a task. That is called by the System as the Daily Mission— he had done 7, all of which failed.
They come in many varieties. One such variety is to survive in this place for a set amount of time. Kill as much as you can. Protect a person of interest from an SCP Monster. The latest of it all is about killing SCP-957, in which he failed to do so.
So the reward which was destined to be given to him. Changes depending on the mission, weren't given. He was half expecting to receive that ability to have a Clone... A perfect replica of him... Seems he wouldn't be able to get it now.
So with a grunt and a huff, he thought of the System Shop. A function of the System and seconds later, it appeared right in front of his eyes. He had spent about a week here, doing nothing but test the System and its function and read about its instructions.
Of course he'll definitely know each nook and cranny of this thing, especially because he doesn't have anything else to do in this White Hell of his... Nothing changes except for you know, him who actually has colors... And he isn't being racist on that.
[ DR. AMELIA BUCK'S DIARY VOL. 3 ]
[ 150 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
[ JUDGE HOLDEN'S PISTOL LVL. 1 ]
[ 200 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
[ ZOMBIE KILLER MACE LVL. 1 ]
[ 100 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
He kept scrolling down and down, not being able to find anything that satisfies him. You see, the System Shop changes each day. Each time he comes back from death, a mission. Then so do the options in the System Shop, they'll change. Most useless.
Some are useful like food. The items which he could bring in Missions at the moment is just that expensive, 100 System Credits being on the lower end. With his earnings each time ranging from 5 to the highest which is 35.
The amount he earns from the Mission is parallel to how close he was in completing the Mission given to him, that of course being the farthest from plausibly completion... So he doesn't get much.
Shrugging his shoulders, he continued on his window shopping hoping to find food. Especially because he needs energy, and water also. His body, each time he dies it just doesn't reset to the supposed perfect condition where his body is most effective.
No, it resets to when he dies exactly, just healing his ailments and giving back his ripped torsos. His clothes are regenerated though, which is a good thing. So basically overtime he consumes energy and he needs to replenish it if he doesn't want to you know, theoretically permanently die. Something he doesn't want.
If not that then he'll just constantly feel hungry, collapse on himself into a puddle of blood, bones, alive but having not the ability to move, fight for himself, or something like that. Which sounds worse than perma death.
[ WELL-PROCESSED CORPSE-STARCH ]
[ 3 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
[ DUNKIN' DONUT SPRINKLED DONUTS x3 ]
[ 5 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
[ HEALTHY ELF BATHWATER 32oz ]
[ 6 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
Each time the System Shop reset it'll present about 10 items to him. At least 2 out of 10 would contain sustenance, always food, then water. Then the remaining would just be jumbled junk, expensive jumbled junk that even he couldn't purchase with what little 45 System Credits he has.
So he mostly ignored those items. He clicked on the Dunkin Donut and... Bathwater, he has no choice in this matter; either drink it, or not and dehydrate causing him to lose energy and die quicker in the next Mission... He doesn't want that, and also because his lips are dry... Besides this is much better than sewer water.
He clicked the items and they appeared in front of him. He ignored the Corpse-Starch option because he knows damn well what that means, and he doesn't want any of that. Too early for cannibalism, and there's a faint bit of a chance of corruption in poorly made Corpse-Starches, so no.
[ -5 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
[ -6 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
Alexander licked his lips in noticing the items appear in front of him, ignoring the fact he just spent 11 System Credits. Which in his option was worth it... Physical sustenance over intangible currency is always a good choice— great choice even.
Eating the donut and "reluctantly" drinking the bathwater. Alexander reminisces about his time here. As he sits down on the floor, his black workshoes shine in his vision as he lays there, munching on his donuts... Donuts that he savors damn well.
His food here is always random, always varied, always so little. So with what plenty of time he has, he used it well to savor his food... Sometimes if the food is bad, he doesn't, but if it's tasty like in this case; then he does savor the taste.
His back on an white spacious box that is also called a Containment Cell, currently empty, actually all of the Containment Cell here is empty. With no SCP, not even one filling it with him the Player, caretaker, and something of an overseer being sent down by the System 7 different times.
I mean. Can you blame him? He didn't have a chance to fight those Lovecraftian-like monsters, twisted fairytale monsters that shouldn't be. I mean, why the hell is Garfield like that? Twisted, 7 feet and eager to eat people...
He did protect the target though... But the System still considered it a failure because for fuck sakes he doesn't know. Perhaps because he didn't squabble up with the freak, or because he hadn't completely fulfilled it yet.
Perhaps after Garfield killed him, he then went on and killed the target. Which was a shame to be honest, a 9-5 worker like that, she was pretty so hopefully she didn't get eaten and is somewhere else safe. Poor lady.
But poorer him— Alexander Winchester who died and was forcefully conscripted by the System as a Player of some sorts. Then sending him to fight these Monsters that they call SCPs and then what? Contain it... A normie vs a god isn't a great choice.
The Multiverse exists, so why didn't they just choose a super powered individual. There's this Hancock guy that is black superman. Or hell, why not pick a variant of Superman?
He doesn't know how these things operate or whatever, but oftentimes with the passage of time, especially with him being here for about 23 hours every day for a week... Which is like 150 something hours, can you blame him?
He either sleeps on the cold but also hot white floor, plagued by nightmares, hungry most of the time. Nothing to do but read the manual which is engraved inside the System. Or-or test out some functions inside the System, which became boring.
So most of the time, if not sent down to the pitiful world below. Then he just goes and imagines himself with weird powers. Or theorizing what purpose he serves this... GODS that took him, and gave him some kind of Immortality. Shitty form of Immortality, but still Immortality nonetheless. Still up to this date, he has no idea why the GODS picked him... Or this AI behind the System.
Perhaps to entertain a GOD up-up and above. Perhaps the AIs are using him as a guinea pig of some sorts, for an experiment testing how humans react to situation a or situation b.
Perhaps there is a council of himself, variants relating to him that watches all-over the Multiverse and they pick a variant of themselves to better save a beaten up, or is destined for death Universe. In this case, the SCP Mythos that he once thought of as nothing but a fictional set of stories by thousands of authors.
And it seems he got the short end of the stick, assigned here, without any golden finger or advantage at the start except for the System... Which from what he reads in the manual, isn't that much if he doesn't have any SCP Monsters contained...
The latter problem he is still trying to figure out a way to solve. But thankfully through this, through the week long torture he felt... He did finally find out the answer to some of the many life long questions that he and also the Internet had.
One of them being about GOD, apparently they do exist. With the Multiverse existing... Apparently all GODS exist, it just depends on what Universe you are in.
This would have surely blown the heads off of the guys back in his OG Universe. Not that he has a way to go back though, from what he knows. He is now stuck here, forced as a Player with the Class of Curator... A useless class that doesn't help in jack shit.
Fuck he gonna do with this class anyways? Would he read a what, a book? Harry Potter and the fuckin' White Hell of Alexander Winchester, huh?!! With his voice doing the work.
To say that he hates being here, tortured and deployed, but also loves it. Wouldn't just be weird, it is plainly paradoxical... Just like how he hates life but continues on living. How he hates games but still plays. How he hates sinning but still sins. Plainly paradoxical.
And for Alexander this is the most paradoxical part of his life. Tortured most of the time by boredom in this White Hell that the System calls the Gallery. Fuck the gallery. But also enjoys being sent down into Earth, or somewhere else, to discover that holy shit, these things do in fact exist...
With him then seconds later running for his life. The pain they bought being annoying, but at some point it becomes fun especially with his senses being distorted by waiting in the Gallery.
Alexander swears he can't see right with the color here being only white. Causing him to be short-sighted, far-sighted, and blur-sighted all at once with it taking time for him to adjust when sent down... The time being enough for him to die without noticing it, luckily he just runs blindly whenever he sees something freaky, so he haven't died that way yet. [ "Blah, blah, blahhh." ]
Seeing that he is venturing too far into that madman aspect of his, one that he always keeps at bay no matter what. He started speaking gibberish, or crazy annoying rabbit language as he then eats his donut, scrolling down the limited number of System Shop's options.
Sometimes it varies, but the fixed range of option from his experience is 10. Sometimes there'll be more options given, but the constant is that the options aren't less than 10. This time, the reset seemingly gave him up to 15 which intruged him; causing him to scroll down before then stopping into one option in particular. [ "Huh?" ]
[ CRAZY RABBIT x3 (FAMILIAR) ]
[ 25 SYSTEM CREDITS ]
Which cost about 25 System Credits, with his wallet having about 34 System Credits in it. He could, I mean, he could buy this. This thing. Finally something that he could purchase, this being the lowest cost of option he found in the System's Shop.
Aside from the food which is price fixed in-between 3-10. This is the cheapest, and there's 3 of them which is a great thing. It means he wouldn't be alone in this place anymore.
Isolation is one thing, but being place in a hell hole with you and your thoughts alone. That, that is different and would drive him crazy— with him already on the way there. So without hesitation, he clicked the item; [ "Buy!" ]
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