North Wing: 430pm

The hallway was damp and devoid, the echoes of droplets of water being heard as they'd fall from the ceiling into sparse pools of water. The North Wing is one of the least traveled routes in the Site. There are a handful of empty chambers dedicated to what used to be holding cells for SCPs, one of them having dark rust stains from the sculpture being transported years ago. His boots kicked up decrepit dirt and gravel as he stopped and leaned over a railing, his eyes gazing into a pool of water. Mothman sighed softly as he lit a fresh cigarette, the leather of his boots groaning as he stretched his ankle.



The Light of the midday rays stretched about a half-mile to where he was standing, a scoop truck silhouette resting in the distance. He then pulled a small picture from his pocket, and looked at it intently.

"Lola...I miss you..." He took another sparse drag of his cigarette.

For the love of god man........*the words eco around the hall with no real source*........well I guess it's to be expected after all you haven't seen her and don't know that she's happy...........I know it sounds harsh but she says she dosent want to come back.......she say's she wants to spend more time with her little brother.

*A hand stretches out from the darkness and grabs on to ACE's shoulder, pulling him into the shadows and turning him so that his back was against the wall.* Be quiet... you insolent fool... *An eerie voice snapped at him. Just as quickly as the person grabbed ACE, it disappeared without a trace, leaving the eerie silent void of a chamber with an unnerving atmosphere.*

"How about I shut you up Ace? Would you like to join her and tell her that I miss her? I promise it'll be slow and painful. Have you any respect for others grieving?"

He took a moment to finish his cigarette before reaching into his coat pocket to draw his m1911, the nickel finish glistening in the dim lighting.

"You've got 10 seconds to apologize and get the ████ away from me. I saved your life once. I won't have any issues putting you back in that situation."

"You're right....Maybe I should just get away from this situation...I've survived scores of what could've killed other men." He holstered his pistol and continued to stare into the pools of water.

*Mothmqn's radio begins to emit sounds of static as it recieves a signal. A toneless voice emits from the speaker.* We live for the sake of others... whether it's with regret or sadness... We cannot let ourselves die in blissful ignorance...

"Oblivion" wrote:*Mothmqn's radio begins to emit sounds of static as it recieves a signal. A toneless voice emits from the speaker.* We live for the sake of others... whether it's with regret or sadness... We cannot let ourselves die in blissful ignorance...

*secondary voice comes through the radio* sometimes ignorance is the only way to cope

"Ignorance isn't coping....We need to grieve when we can.