239 Misc Items 2.5

The exclusion zone has vanished, and the chaotic crowd is closing back in.

And then it isn't. Agent S. has produced the heart-shaped padlock, apparently from thin air, and snapped it shut. The room goes still, attackers frozen mid-attack, and she clears her throat daintily before beginning to speak. Her voice begins calm and low, but is audible to all in the hall nevertheless. She addresses the Foundation personnel, beginning with Dr. Moncier but making eye contact with Dr. Sokolsky, Director Hishakaku and Director House as well.

As she does this, the leader of the House of Stars, PoI-727-1 ("Game Master"), snatches up Dr. Wettle's fallen carnation and ambles toward the Site-666 camp.

"You cancelled my childhood." The words produce a tremor in her tone. "You couldn't understand me, couldn't control me, so instead you put me in a coma." SCP-040 reaches out to steady her, at the shoulder. "You did that to a child. And then you let some maniac try to murder me."

There is a single cough in the distance; one individual is apparently still moving in the crowd, but they are apparently moving away at a rapid clip.

Agent S. narrows her eyes, her throat catching on every word now. "You stole me from my family. They," she gestures at the House of Stars members standing behind her in silent support, and then at Game Master as he moves to stand beside Director House, "stole me from you. Now I'm stealing myself back." She puffs out her chest and theatrically discards her dark magician's outfit with a flourish, revealing a bright and multicoloured witch's costume beneath. "My name is Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir, not Agent S., not SCP-239, and I'm going to make you wish you'd tried to play along with my fantasies. GATORNADE!"

She flings the named object at her feet. The plastic shatters, and a rush of stagnant water pours out. There are live alligators in it, and they begin snapping at the feet of the startled team. When the mist has fallen, the House of Stars and Agent S. are gone — save for Game Master, who leans forward to whisper in Director House's ear whilst tickling it with the carnation, so that the entire team, save Dr. Wettle, can hear:

"The House always wins."

Then he kicks the Director in the shins, and simply disappears.

The 'Monolock' hangs suspended in the air for a moment longer, then unlocks itself and falls into the sudden swamp with a splash.

Action immediately resumes. Agent Calendar leaps across the hall, covered in gunge, to pummel the alligators with periodic cries of sheer joy.

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