Brian gasped as he came to, his mind racing like a runaway train. The last thing he remembered was scrolling through the SCP wiki after binge-watching SCP Chronicles by Invisible Davis for the fifth time. One moment, he was engrossed in those bizarre and chilling tales, and the next, everything went black. Now, he found himself in a dimly lit room—grey and white, sterile and empty, yet somehow all too familiar.
"What the hell?! Where am I?" he exclaimed, scanning his surroundings. The familiarity sent a shiver down his spine, and just as he was about to panic further, a screen materialized before his eyes. In bold letters, it read, "Let's go gambling," alongside a vivid image of a slot machine. As he squinted in disbelief, another screen flickered into existence, labeled "Starter Roll."
"No way… is this what I think it is?" he muttered, feeling a blend of curiosity and dread. With nothing to lose, he pressed the screen, and a colorful pinwheel spun wildly in front of him, names whirling around until it finally stopped on a peculiar ability.
**Power Name:** Kokoro no Ito (Threads of the Heart)
**Power Description:** Kokoro no Ito grants the user the capacity to manipulate and visualize emotional connections between individuals as glowing, ethereal threads. Each thread represents the bond and emotions shared, allowing the user to both see and interact with these invisible ties.
**Effects:**
- **Emotional Sensing:** The user can perceive the threads connecting people, which change color and vibrate according to the emotional states of those involved, enabling deep empathy.
- **Thread Manipulation:** The ability to influence emotions by strengthening threads to amplify positive feelings or weakening them to diffuse negativity.
- **Emotional Healing:** Users can repair frayed or severed threads, helping to mend damaged relationships or soothe emotional wounds.
**Limitations:**
- **Range:** The user can only detect and manipulate threads within a 20-meter radius.
- **Emotional Overload:** If overwhelmed by the emotions of those around, the user might feel disoriented and even experience emotional resonance, complicating the use of their powers.
- **Thread Saturation:** Attempting to manipulate too many threads simultaneously can destabilize the user's abilities, leading to chaotic and unintended effects.
As the information flooded into his mind, it came so fast it felt like a sledgehammer against his skull. Before he could process anything further, he heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy metal door creaking open. Turning towards the noise, he got a better look at the room: stark grey and white walls, devoid of windows, with a metal slab that served as a bed and a functional but grim toilet in the corner.
His attention snapped to the opening door, where a girl in a lab coat stepped inside. Her serious demeanor matched the sterile environment, and as she entered, Brian noticed a grey string connecting them. It felt neutral, which was oddly reassuring, but he couldn't shake the foreboding sensation that crept over him.
"Hello, D-1291. Please follow me," she began before abruptly trailing off. Brian caught her startled gaze—he was on the floor staring blankly, lost in thought. "I'll check his file for any signs of hallucination-related psychosis later," she pondered silently.
"Never mind, if you will come with me," she concluded, dismissing her own concerns as if they were irrelevant. Just as she prepared to delve into her usual spiel for new D-Class, Brian found his voice.
"Am I at the Foundation?" he blurted out before he could catch himself, the weight of his words sinking in.
"Shit—if this is the Foundation, I'm screwed! I just said that to a potential researcher!" Panic washed over him.
The line connecting them flickered ominously, turning a darker grey and slowly bleeding into black as his fear intensified.
"How do you know this is the Foundation?" she asked, an accusing look clouding her features.
"Uh… your jacket! It says S.C.P. on it with a weird symbol! Is that a foundation or just a company?" he lied, hoping to buy himself some time.
"Yes, it is. You are currently located at the SCP Foundation," she replied, skepticism etched on her face.
"I'll excuse that for now. Now, as I was saying," she cleared her throat, "You will follow me to the area I have been designated to take you today." Her tone carried finality, leaving little room for negotiation.
Brian realized he had no choice. Unlike someone named Davis, who seemed to have some sort of immortality at the Foundation, he was just an ordinary guy. So he reluctantly stood up and followed her, flanked by two armed guards. His heart pounded in his chest, and as they made their way through the hallways, he felt the oppressive weight of uncertainty.
The corridors were stark and clinical, their fluorescent lights bathing everything in an eerie glow. Brian felt as though he were walking through a nightmare that had come alive. Each step echoed ominously, amplifying the anxiety that surged within him. The sterile walls offered no comfort as whispers of fear laced his thoughts: "What horrors awaited him behind the next door? Was he destined to be another statistic, just another D-Class caught in the web of this immense and terrifying organization?"
As they navigated the maze, images from the SCP wiki flooded his mind—SCPs that warped reality, could bend time, or instilled fear just by being present. Would he meet something just as dangerous?
They soon halted in front of a door adorned with a label that made his stomach drop.
**Item #: SCP-053**
**Object Class:** Euclid
"Shit. Will she make me go insane?" he thought, terror coursing through him. But the moment was interrupted by the lab-coated girl turning to him, her expression unreadable.
"D-1291, you'll be involved in research involving SCP-053," she said, checking a clipboard she held against her chest. "You may experience variations of emotional states based on reactions from SCP-053. Your understanding of emotional connections may be beneficial, but you must remain focused and ready for the unexpected."
Brian swallowed hard, his mind racing. The emotional threads he could now perceive might help him navigate these turbulent waters, but what if he couldn't handle the onslaught of feelings he might encounter?
"Do I get a say in this?" he whispered, barely audible.
She shot him a wary look before shaking her head firmly. "You're a D-Class. Your role is to assist in research. Trust me; there are very few advantages to being here."
Suddenly, the door in front of them slid open with a chilling screech, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with strange machines and artifacts. The air felt heavy, charged with an unnameable energy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"You'll stay here," she instructed, motioning for him to step inside. "Once we initiate contact with SCP-053, it will be crucial that you remain calm."
Brian hesitated, feeling the threads around him pulsing with unease—the connection with the girl flickered nervously. "So much for calm," he thought bitterly. He stepped inside, the door sealing shut behind him with an ominous finality.
As he stood alone in the chamber, he felt the weight of his new power pressing down on him. Could Kokoro no Ito shield him from whatever horrors lay within this SCP? Would it aid him, or was he simply stepping into the lion's den, unarmed and exposed?
With the door locked and no way out, he took a deep breath and steadied himself, ready to dive into the unknown. The threads of fate were weaving before him, and he had to figure out how to navigate this new reality—or risk being consumed by it.
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