Kapitel 34: Dialing It Up to 13(1)
(Interrogation room, Site-54, Leipzig, Germany - 8:00 PM, Three Days After the Dock Massacre in Berlin.)
Carson was sitting on a chair next to a table, and sitting on a chair on the other side of the table was one of the CI soldiers who survived Krieg's rampage in Berlin.
"So are you gonna start talking or what?"
The CI soldier looks at him, "I fear no man. But that thing... It scares me."
Then he started having flashbacks to when Krieg punched a hole in one of his comrades' chest.
(Few Minutes Later)
Another CI soldier was brought in the room who also survived the massacre in Berlin.
Carson asks him, "Ok so regarding the Docks and purple haze...
The CI soldier immediately cuts his sentence off, "NO! NO! NO! I ain't talking about that freak, alright... he's not here is he? Nope I'm outta here!" The soldier runs for the door and tries to open it in a panic.
"Can someone restrain him please?" Carson called out.
The CI soldier meanwhile started having flashbacks to Krieg using his axe to cut one of his comrades' heads off.
(Few Minutes Later)
Another CI soldier was brought into the interrogation, but he seemed to be more serious regarding the matter at the Docks. At least that's what Carson thought.
Carson sighs, "Can you at least give me a better answer than those other two did?" He said frustrated.
"Of course, but if I begin to explain, one will shudder to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that face of his. What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty?"
The soldier then had a flashback to his comrades being gunned down by Krieg who was using M60 machine guns while laughing like a happy trigger maniac.
"...I don't get paid enough for this shit." Carson said deadpanned.
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(Briefing room, Site-19, America - 10:00 AM )
It's been three days since the fight with Siren Head happened and discovering about the two Stands in Europe. Especially Evan Williams who he met during the fight with Siren Head.
Rodeo, while handling his Ptsd a little bit better, still had to face the flashes now and then. He was still wondering what other Stands could be out there and whether they were on the good side or bad side, but he'll have to wait and see.
Currently Rodeo and Evan, are in a briefing room with other scientists as well as sitting on chairs, and in front of them was a small stage with a podium on it. Evan was sitting next to Rodeo on a chair, and Rodeo was also sitting on one next to Evan.
Although one chair was on Rodeo's right side which was empty and nobody took a seat on it yet. There was also a table in the room which had four stacks of files on it.
"Why are we here again?" Evan asked.
"Amelia told us to come here, just in case the site director talks about anything important, even if it is related to Stands as well."
"Ok I see where this is going, but anyways I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"Why do those girls behind us keep looking at you rather than me?"
Rodeo turned his head around and saw some female scientists waving at him. Evan looked at the scientists and gave them a handsome smirk to get their attention but they just said to him one word.
"Jerk."
Evan slumped his head down with a purple anime cloud over his head with comical anime tears falling down his cheeks.
"Why... why do they find you better than me?"
"That is a question I keep asking myself as well."
Rodeo and Evan then saw the steel door open which was Dr. Amelia Buck. She was wearing a blue checkered short sleeved shirt and long dark blue pants, her hair was tied up in a pony tail and was wearing a labcoat over her shirt as she always does.
"Hey! Amelia, I got an empty chair here." Rodeo said, gesturing to the chair on his right side.
Amelia then heads for the chair and sits on it.
"How have you been, Rodeo?"
"Oh everything's going great. Been chatting with new people here as well as Evan. Exploring site-19 and-"
"Girls falling for you for some reason." Evan interjected.
"Ha.ha. Very funny Evan, the guy who has become 'The World '."
"You mean, " Za warudo." Evan corrected him.
"Same thing."
"Well I'm glad that you're doing well."
"Thank you. So where's Green?"
"Guard duty on the lower levels with Lawrence."
"I heard they keep the more dangerous freaks at the lower levels."
"Yes... and yet he just keeps finding himself in the most dangerous places to work." Amelia said, a bit worried.
"He knows what he's doing Amelia and don't worry he'll be fine. I mean Lawrence saved his ass on multiple occasions and he's a tough guy. He'll be fine." He reassured her.
"And even if those freaks break out, we'll be there ready to give them hell and a major beatdown." Evan said with a smirk and cracking his knuckles.
The steel door then opened once again and this time, it was site director Emma and Collingwood. Collingwood went to the table where the files were and stood there, while Emma went up the stage and stood next to the podium.
Emma looks at everyone and announces, "Good morning everyone. As you all know the reason we brought you here is to discuss the matter related to SCP-2571 otherwise known as 'Cragglewood Park'."
Rodeo knew what SCP-2571 is due to his knowledge regarding SCPs.
"For those of you who don't know what SCP-2571 is, it is a recurring childhood memory of a non-existent theme park that is named 'Cragglewood Park ' as I mentioned before. It only happens to adults who were raised as an only child. While we had many interviews with people who have been affected by 2571... there's been some change."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, while Rodeo was thinking what sort of change might have happened, Evan on the other hand just listened. The other scientists in the room started murmuring with each other what sort of change could be.
"We have brought in today some people affected by 2571, and when we brought them in... they seemed happy rather than depressed, traumatized or disturbed something which the previous people affected by 2571 didn't show."
Amelia and Rodeo looked at each other before continuing hearing the briefing.
"So today all you will be interviewing the victims and try to find out what might have happened. Take the files on the table. It contains information regarding the victims of 2571. Also, Rodeo and Evan."
Rodeo and Evan looked at her.
"Rodeo, your object class has been downgraded to Euclid, and Evan the O5 council have given you an scp number. You will be known as SCP-6601-2 and your object class will be Euclid for now. And also Rodeo, regarding your previous requests regarding the use of recreational facilities like the gym, well they have been accepted. Although your request to use the armory is still denied."
Rodeo was glad that his object class was downgraded and that he can now access the gym, now he can train himself to become stronger.
Evan was well ok with the decision and also he didn't know much about the foundation since he wasn't a horror fan.
"Well all of you are dismissed. Thank you and good luck." Emma left the room.
As she did, scientists in the room started taking the files which Collingwood was giving to them, Amelia even took the file as well
I'm the distance, Rodeo and Evan approached her.
"Amelia good luck on your interview." Rodeo said.
"Thank you for the kind words, Rodeo. Do you think this change to 2571 could be... Stand related?"
"Could be a possibility. I'm not sure. But we won't know anything unless you interview the victims. So good luck."
Amelia nods and then leaves the room.
Evan then asks Rodeo, "So what was that regarding the gym and armory that Emma was talking about?"
Rodeo sighs, "I want to improve myself, Evan. While I might have my bombs to help me, sometimes you can't depend on those abilities. Sometimes you need to use your fists in a fight as well. I want to learn some new fighting styles that can help me close the gap between me and my opponents. In simple terms I want to become strong so that I can protect others." Rodeo answered with determination in his voice.
"Your right man. Since Kira did say his Stand wasn't designed for fighting up close opponents like Crazy Diamond, and relied more on planning and using his bombs. So I think you're doing the right thing. I also think I can join the gym as well for you know training."
"I'll try to talk to Emma, but thanks for understanding man."
"Your welcome, my man."
"My man."
The two fist bump each other before leaving the room.
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(Interrogation Room, Site-19 - 10:15 AM)
Amelia was sitting on a chair next to a table, on the other side of the table and was a man with short black hair and was somewhere in his 30's. He was wearing a red short sleeve shirt with the Adidas brand mark on the back of the shirt and was also wearing black leather shoes with gray jeans and had brown eyes.
Amelia opened the file which contained information about him.
The name of the man was Alan Mason, according to what the file was showing her.
(A/n: THE NUMBER's MASON!!! *cough* *cough* wrong universe.)
"Hello, Mr. Mason."
"Hello, Doctor. So why am I here?"
"You see, the people I work with want to know something regarding the nightmare you had related to Cragglewood Park."
"Oh that. I've had that nightmare for at least two months actually. I would always be a 6 year old in the dream in which there would always be someone else right beside me. He seemed older than me, like say 12 years old."
"I see. Continue."
"Thank you. He would always tell me to laugh rather than cry, saying I needed to do it otherwise the trees would know... and let me tell you they are horrifying. Those trees just kept laughing and smiling, and the carousel would always play that organ music. Similar to the one you would find in a theme park or circus. There were other kids as well in that park. Crying and holding each other's hands."
Alan paused for a moment before he continued, "I was traumatized for two months because of that nightmare. I would always wake up scared and crying. And whenever I went to sleep, I had to experience that horrible place again, over and over and over again...
...until he came. Save us from this hell and extinguish this nightmare."
"What do you mean by extinguish? And who is this person you're referring to?"
Alan then smiled, "I don't know if I'll see him again, but if I do, I would really like to be in his dream world again."
"Mr. Mason, can you please try to elaborate on who you're talking about." Amelia said wanting to know the answer.
"Do you know about the Grim Reaper?"
"Yes. The grim reaper is a symbol of death. Why do you ask?"
"That's what I thought of him at first, when he arrived at Cragglewood Park, we thought death came for us but... he was no death." He said with praising words, "He was something else entirely. He doesn't reap people's souls, he reaps away your nightmares."
"Mr. Mason, who was that reaper?" Amelia demanded.
Alan sighs, "Alright I'll tell you. It all began five days ago...
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