Filing Hallways and Timewise Screwclocks

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What?

What is that?

You walk to the end of the hallway, looking down the sterile linoleum tile, turning your head side to side. 

You //know// you heard //something.//

You shake your head, and walk away. Suddenly, you hear it again. A shuffling, a clunking, a door opening and closing. 

This godamn place. The protocols require you to investigate anything possibly anomalous. You grip the clipboard and identification badge tightly. 

You walk to the door. It is obscenely different. Not cheap pine slathered with absurd stain. No. Deep, rich oak, the pure smell of it hits your nostrils.

You can barely resist reaching out and gliding your hands across the knob, the engraved woodwork slipping into your fingers.

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Comfort. 

Intrigue. 

Rest. 

Fuck it. 

You open the door. 

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[[>]]
Tucked away in the bowels of your office building, with the three-arrowed badge around your neck, you find something beautiful. A desk, wrought from living wood and growing small desk succulents, sits in front of you, welcoming and willing. You run your calloused pads across the surface. It is smooth. You are reminded of the touch of your first lover. 
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You sit in the chair. It is molded to you rback. It supports, and yet, gives. You lean back, and wooden cogs creak. A long sigh unleashes from your chest, tension released like a chain snapped in kind. You stare at your hands, and the paper drops from them. You turn your head to view the walls. 
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Chests. Drawers. Filing cabinets. The most beauticious iron. Varnished copper. You get up. touching one of the knobs. Your knees go weak. Bureaucratic excess. It is nothing but perfectly craftedpapyrus and printed paper, the text a perfect size and color for your delicate eyes. The pure variety of files is immense. Clam shells, filled with pearls. 

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Papyrus scrolls. 

Standard manilla envelopes, stamped with high level classifications. 

A thumbdrive covered with stamps. 

A cybernetic eye, ready to be ported. 

You take one of the files and begin. 

[[/=]]

+ Glen and Glenda

You grip the file in your hand. It is weighty, half-metal, half-skin. It is human, and within the mechanism, a small pump pushing blood through the system of the flesh. It smells of sweat and gunpowder. Blood flecks the pages within. You cannot help but be intrigued. You sit down at the desk, looking at the combination lock closing the file. Your fingers lie upon the keys. You know the number. The nine keys flicker as you enter the forty-two number passcode, the center key graffiti'd by an extended letter "A" with a circle around it. A shrill electronic locks clicks, and the file opens. You grin as something falls out of the bursting mechanisms. 

A mag of .22LR, explosive payload. 

This should get interesting. 

||~ Title ||~ Description ||~ ||
|| [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/glen-and-the-gun Glen and the Gun] || Triggers. Barrels. Shattering. Blood spatter. || 
|| [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/glen-and-glenda Glen and Glenda] || Understanding. Handshakes. Back room deals. ||
|| [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/glenda-and-the-darkness Glenda and the Darkness] || Unity. Meditation. Insertion. ||

+ Collaboration

Sometimes, the hallways and documentation and wooden floors branch off. It is clear they connect to other realms, other pathways. Here, the richness of the material increases. You reach down to pick up the paperwork, feeling soft and indubitably lovingly made papyrus in your hands. You begin reading, the joy of cooperation in your eyes. 

||~ Title ||~ Description ||~ Folder||
|| [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-8990 SCP-8990 - Poor RIchard and the King] || How do two men who see ye to eye feel about the world? || A jewel case, covered in signatures, with a set of shimmering CDs. The voice that speaks to you is smooth and southern, and could never lie to you. ||
|| [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7761 SCP-7761 -- Elena Rustfeld's Last Stand]  || How deep does the rabbithole go? || A standard business document, covered with origami cranes. ||

+ G.O.F.

A flat, black obsidian door, that opens to the outside world. Do you dare touch it's silverene surface, the crimson stained symbol etched and carved and cut in the center? Blood pools under the cracks, and you can hear the doomed worlds dying in threes. Yet, the allure of gunsmooke and love everpresent, you step into the light....

||~ Title ||~ Description ||~ Folder || 
|| [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/possible-kill-screen Possible Kill Screen] || A boogiewoman and a bagman walk into a bar. || A jet-black binder, covered in hearts, a prescription for estradiol and testosterone stapled to the front. ||

+ Tales

Across the room, down a seemingly infinite hallway, papers and files of all kinds are scattered. You wander across them, reaching down and opening them, snacking upon the coolers of foodstuffs scattered between the filing cabinets. 

||~ Title ||~ Description ||~ Folder || 
|| [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/cut-bodies-cut-love Cut Bodies, Cut Love] || Trans Love Never Dies || A cloth sack, dyed bright pink, pure white, and baby blue, holding yellowed pages torn from a paperback. ||

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