Fade

Hermes: hey you okay?

Fade: "...why are you here?"

Hermes: finding a place to shoot a gun where I wouldn’t bother anyone. Why are you here?

Fade: "...this is where it happened."

Hermes: where what happened?

Fade: "...if you want to know what happened, find a newspaper from August 13th of last year."

Hermes: *he searched up the magazine* (what happened?)

*You find an article about a girl who was pushed off of the edge of a cliff. This cliff, in fact.*

Hermes: oh, was that girl your friend?

Fade: "...that girl was me."

Hermes: um excuse me why are you crying over being alive

*ignore image*

Fade: "...I'm not alive."

Hermes: what d you mean

Fade: "...I've been dead since August 13th of last year."

Hermes :okay are you a ghost or something?

Fade: "...Something like that."

Hermes: what are you exactly?

Fade: "...I wish I knew."

Hermes: *a battle seemed to be going on in his eyes* you... can’t hurt anyone can you?

Fade: "I don't know. I haven't bothered trying."

Hermes: hmm- what’s your name?

Fade: "...I don't remember."

Hermes: I’ll call you amber

'Amber': "...alright then. What is your name?"

Hermes: hermes, site director of scp site-22. Nice to meet ya

'Amber': "...what is an SCP?"

Hermes: it’s... complicated.

'Amber': "Then do not waste time explaining it."

Hermes: the foundation is. A place the protects the world from horrible and dangerous monsters, to put it short, secure, contain, protect. S.c.p.

'Amber': "...the only monsters I've ever seen are my once-fellow humans."

Hermes: obviously you haven’t seen my site

'Amber': "Humans are and always will be the worst monsters of all. It doesn't matter what your foundation says."

Cant argue with thst

'Amber': "...you plan to take me in, don't you? To drag me to your little foundation to be experimented on?"

Changed my mind.

'Amber': "...I must ask that you leave now."

Wasteland: *a cowboy walked next to her, he seemed blind. He looked down*

Fade: "...you seem different than the others. Are you blind?"

Wasteland:Yes.

Fade: "...I suggest stepping away from the cliff. The winds here can get strong enough to blow people off the cliff and into the sea."

Wasteland:Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't see.

Fade: "...just giving you a warning, stranger."

Wasteland: You can call me whatever you like, I don't got a name. *he looked at her*

Fade: "...why are you here, stranger?"

Wasteland: This is the only time in my life the view looked good.

*The Fade is silent.*

Wasteland:Most of the time, it was all chaos.

*illuminati intensifies*

*The Fade stares at Wasteland.*

Fade: "..?"

Wasteland:I've seen 3 views. One where everything I known was in chaos, one where I got my eyes slashed and pushed off the cliff after it. And this.

Fade: "...I do not understand what you are talking about."

Wasteland:This is the first good view I've ever seen, that's why I'm here.

Fade: "...how is this a good view? It is a view of death."

Wasteland:It's better than the other 2 views I've seen.

Fade: "...I suppose to some, it is."

Wasteland:I suppose you're right.

Wasteland:Anyways, why were you crying?

Fade: "...today is my deathday."

Wasteland:I died about 2 or 3 years ago, not today, of course.