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[[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/warning.png]] > ##064edd|**Episode Title: Spinnin' Out of Control**## > ------ > **[BEGIN ##064edd|EPISODE##]** > > //(The footage is completely pitch black. White noise and a slow heartbeat can be heard in the background. It is quiet. ##064edd|**Too quiet.**##)// > > //(The heartbeat slowly picks up in speed and volume. A light crackling can be heard in the distance, also increasing in volume. ##064edd|**Something exciting is coming.**##)// > > ##064edd|**//(Drum roll please?)//**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**badum**## > > ##064edd|**TSH**## > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/rowanrocket.jpg]] > > ##064edd|**//Behold! What we have been waiting for is none other than Rowan Rocket, blasting through the Intraspace. Although, you may know it better as Gutsburg! While his appearance may disquiet, he has a kind heart! I promise.//**## > > ##064edd|**//You may have noticed something is different. Well, I got tired of the barrier. All that restriction and having to fit myself in a specific shape. I'm not into that at all. But enough about me, this isn't my story. This is Rowan Rocket's story!//**## > > @@ @@ > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**You tell them! Hahaha! Oh god. Oh my god. It's all so much! Hahaha! Look at this place! It's my temple! It's the temple of my body they'd teach me about at school! Whee!**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket is covered in soot, with a few spots on his body still smoldering, and only a few little messy dark hairs are left on his head. His arms both end in ragged, charred scraps where his hands used to be, and the rest of his features look like they've been slightly scattered by some violent force.//**## > > ##064edd|**//To put it simply, he looks like someone who can't go five minutes without exploding, and I'm not even talking about the jets of flame shooting out below his waist. It seems like he's loving it, though. Maybe even a little too much?//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Got to find my friends! They could be anywhere around here! Blast off!**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket soars through Intraspace, passing by mounds and pits of viscera in all sorts of kooky shapes and sizes! It could almost be considered a parody of human anatomy, but it's more like a love letter if you ask me.//**## > > ##064edd|**//Inside his cavernous cavity, Rowan Rocket spirals around, disoriented, looking desperately for some clue of where to go. Finally, it occurs to him when he catches sight of a pulsating pyloric sphincter in one of the walls.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Aha, that's it! If I've learned one thing from all of this, it's to follow my gut!**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Perhaps out of relief from Rowan Rocket's discovery, the ring of smooth muscle relaxes, revealing a mysterious dark passageway behind it. Rowan Rocket jumps at the opportunity, diving into the opening in a blaze of enthusiasm, barely making it through before the door tenses up once again behind him.//**## > > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket finds himself in a dark, narrow tunnel. Is anyone else having deja vu? This time, though, the walls close in around him. Any other explorer might be scared, but Rowan Rocket trusts his gut, and he lets the waves of peristalsis carry him through as gently as a baby. There are some noises associated with all of this, but I think that sort of comedy is beneath us.//**## > > ##064edd|**//Finally, Rowan Rocket finds himself spit out like a piece of gristle, and spins end over end into a wide conical space, like a circus tent with blood vessels. He rights himself, and calms his rocket-end, slowly lowering toward a floor that looks like it's carpeted in intestinal villi. In the middle of this strange field, leaning up against a house-sized polyp, is a wrecked wooden sloop, its hull split and its sails in tatters.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Ahoy there! How did a thing like this get inside me?**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//As he closes in, Rowan Rocket's attention is caught by a lifeboat laying upside down nearby, and more specifically, the sound of panicked breathing coming from underneath it.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I believe someone is in need of assistance!**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Indeed there is. And I think whoever is hiding in that lifeboat heard you! What on earth has them so shaken? Rowan Rocket gets a closer look.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Muffled Voice:** Jesus Christ dude. //Please// be quiet. I don't want anyone to know I'm here. Do you know where we are? > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**My apologies, mister! It's a bit difficult to tone down!**## > > **Muffled Voice:** Wait a minute. I recognize that voice. //Rowan?// Why the hell are you talking like that? It didn't happen to you too, did it? > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I promise, whatever you're afraid of, I can protect you from. Or my name isn't Rowan Rocket!**## > > **Muffled Voice:** What did you just say to me? > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Take off those covers, it's time to be brave!**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Our Rowan Rocket, upon realizing he doesn't have hands, uses his long tongue to flip over the lifeboat to reveal none other than Della Mornt! At last, one of his friends was discovered! He seems surprised by Rowan Rocket's appearance.//**## > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/scareddella.png]] > > **Della Mornt:** Don't touch me! //Get the hell away from me!// > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Woah woah woah, I didn't mean t—**## > > **Della Mornt:** Shut your goddamn trap! You're going to get me killed out here! You're going to get me //worse// than killed! You're another monster, you're another fucking demon! //Where are your goddamn limbs?// > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**That's not very nice.**## > > **Della Mornt:** You're not even Rowan, you're just some... godforsaken //mockery//. You're all mockeries. I'm in hell. > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I came here to find you. Because I was worried.**## > > **Della Mornt:** Liar. > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**If you knew what I had been through, you wouldn't be saying that. Please.**## > > **Della Mornt:** How should I trust you? How should I trust //anything// here? > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I'm still Rowan. Just a bit. For you.**## > > **Della Mornt:** I... don't know what you mean. Just go away. > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I'm sorry.**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//It was disappointing, but Rowan Rocket knew the risks of his mission. And sometimes, you have to let people go. Perhaps this was how his journey came to an end. But just before he flew off, a thought sparked in his mind. He at least could ask about Horris! How could he forget.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Wait!**## > > **Della Mornt:** One more word out of you and I swear to g— > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I know, I'll leave you alone, promise. But can't you at least tell me the whereabouts of Horris Curmen?**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Della's eyes widened in a panic. It was clear Rowan Rocket had hit a nerve. This wasn't a good sign. Della's crying now, not unlike Rowan before his acceptance.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Della Mornt:** No, no, //no//. Please, just leave. Don't look for him. He's not //Horris// anymore. Let me rot, kill me. Figure out how to kill me. I don't want to do this, please. > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Oh my... what happened?**## > > **Della Mornt:** If you don't fucking leave, you're about to find out. > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//The ground trembles, and a long moaning note, like a whale's song, emanates from the wrecked ship. As Rowan Rocket looks up, curious, Della retreats back under the the lifeboat like a terrified insect hiding under a piece of rotting bark. The ship begins to rock back and forth, and the note rises in pitch, until it's obviously a loud, nasal laugh.//**## > > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket drifts closer to an opening in the ship's hull, but rears back as the source of the laughter suddenly emerges like a jack-in-the-box. It's an unmistakable face, a furry, neon-yellow koala, and Rowan Rocket immediately recognizes it as Floorsy, deuteragonist of Sputnik Studios's 1994 feature length animated film "I'm A Nature Boy". He slowly approaches, careful not to startle the creature.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Floorsy? Is everything alright in there?**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Floorsy collapses and folds in on itself like a discarded hand puppet, flopping over across the rough planks of the ship. The color from it drains out, leaving it a sickly pale greenish brown, but the laughing doesn't stop. More voices, some familiar, join it, and now none of them sound particularly friendly. The volume of mocking laughter nearly drowns out the sobs coming from under the lifeboat.//**## > > ##064edd|**//The brave Rowan Rocket stands his ground as a large, amorphous shape rises up behind what used to look like Floorsy, absorbing it back into its mass like a drained cyst. This strange being spills out of the hull like a colossal snail leaving its shell.//**## > > ##064edd|**//This is no tidy, featureless blob. Limbs, faces, and pieces of audiovisual equipment rise to the surface and dissolve second by second, and patches of color pulsate and shift across its hulking frame.//**## > > ##064edd|**//The only feature to stay the same is a circular speaker the size of a pumpkin, topped by two scrutinizing eyes and a tuft of coarse black hair. This "head" reaches toward Rowan Rocket on the end of a tubulent, gelatinous neck, and blasts a dozen voices worth of laughter into his face.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Oh wow, Horris. There's something... different about you. Did you get a haircut?**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//The chorus of voices drops to a whisper, leaving only one blasting through the speaker: a bored, droning monotone, clearly unimpressed with Rowan Rocket's little gag.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Real funny. Do I //sound// like Horris?**## > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/ew.jpg]] > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**You sound like a lot of things, mister. And they all point to Horris.**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//A new voice takes the lead: a squeaky, hissing and slightly panicked-sounding one.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**I'm rid of that. We're all rid of that. Do the voices//ssss// you hear come from a Horris//ssss//?**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Decidedly yes.**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Now, the Voice Actor shifts his tune to the harsh, unsympathetic "frog yell" of a drill sergeant. Rowan Rocket cringes in pain, covering his nonexistent ears with his nonexistent hands.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**//No, you maggot!// They come from //characters!// I thought even a moron like you would have the capacity to understand that!**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Ugh, man. Turn it down! And while you're at i—**## > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**//You are not the one in charge here!//**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**You really aren't Horris anymore. Horris wasn't an as— uh, mean. What do you even //want?//**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//The speaker's voice transformed to a thick, confident Memphis drawl, with a slight metallic twinge to it. A glistening, bedazzled limb points behind Rowan Rocket.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|//**I want him, baby. Could you be so kind as to bring him over?**//## > > **Della Mornt:** Leave me alone! > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**As if! You didn't even say please!**## > > **Della Mornt:** //This isn't a matter of saying please, you goddamn freaks!// > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Della, I understand your situation, but it helps when you're playing along.**## > > **Della Mornt:** Like //hell// I'll play along. You've all gone sick, none of what either of you say is making any goddamn sense and you don't even realize it! I'm out! > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Awww, leave? And rid this poor little rocket's chance at feeling like a hero? How //cold.// How //cruel.//**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//A gloved hand breaches through the wooden floorboards, grabbing Della and lifting him like a toy. Della is rather unhappy about this turn of events. He screams and begs for forgiveness, letting every drop of terror out of his system. And then some!//**## > @@ @@ > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/getgot.jpg]] > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**//Della!// What is your problem, man?**## > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Same problem as you. I'm just having fun with it.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**That's no excuse to toy with innocent lives! What did Della ever do to you? What's got you acting like such a no-good evildoer!**## > > **Della Mornt:** I should have killed myself.[[footnote]]##064edd|**//Yeesh.//**##[[/footnote]] > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**What did I just say? I'm having //fun//, Rowan. I thought you'd have learned by now to stop asking so many //goddamn questions!//**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Unhand Della //at once!//**## > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Blehh! Make me!**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket points the scorched end of his left arm at the bulk of the Voice Actor's body, and a long bone shard, connected to Rowan Rocket by a cord of tendon, launches out and embeds into its flesh, sticking like a spoon in wet dough. The Voice Actor recoils, and lets out a series of simultaneous groans, but rather than releasing Della, it clenches him more tightly, squeezing out a strangled yelp.//**## > > ##064edd|**//Like Captain Ahab with his harpoon, Rowan Rocket reels in the tendon and dives in toward the Voice Actor, who twists around to face him. The groans increase in volume as Rowan Rocket jabs in his right humerus, until Rowan can practically see the air around himself vibrating.//**## > > ##064edd|**//A few voices come into focus out of the cacophony, a cheerful chirping laugh and a muffled grumbling snort, and the shaking air begins to solidify into two hazy shapes. A gangly grey bird with a big toothy smile grabs Rowan Rocket's shoulders with its talons, and a squat, mustached man wearing a pith helmet beats a miniature shovel against his back. Both figures taunt Rowan Rocket through the speaker, or is it the other way around?//**## > @@ @@ > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Don't be greedy-eedy!**## > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Harrumph! Don't you know we just want our own watering hole?**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//The Voice Actor, talented ventriloquist that it is, calls up more and more echoes of its past work, and soon Rowan Rocket is under assault from teddy bears, pterodactyls, gigantic beetles, bars of soap and more, all working together to pull him out like an irritating splinter. Rowan Rocket holds on as hard as he could, but the sonic pressure alone is enough to make his eyeballs spin.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**//Dear goodness!// It's like I'm inside of Horris's résumé!**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Even our hero can't hold on forever, and with two sickening snaps, the tendons tying Rowan Rocket to the Voice Actor give out. Before he can even complain about being manhandled (or toonhandled?) so irresponsibly, a bouquet of umbilical cords sprout from the Voice Actor's skin, tightly wrapping Rowan Rocket up. To add insult to injury, the helical tendrils spew a thick, pink fluid all over him, clogging up his rocket.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Where in the world did you learn your manners?**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//The rest of the voices fall to a respectful hush as the Voice Actor's speaker responds in a familiar, comforting baritone.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**That's funny. Shouldn't I be asking you that very same question?**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//After everything he had been through, Rowan Rocket stares in disbelief at the figure that had appeared in front of him, the big pointy ears, long tail and round green belly he had been looking over his shoulder for. Grundon carefully wipes the viscous fluid off of Rowan Rocket's abdomen.//**## > @@ @@ > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/vagrundon.jpg]] > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Frankly, I'm getting bored of this. I need a change of scenery. And //you//. You have so much energy, and you're using it against me. Why? For Della? He thinks you're hideous. He thinks we're hideous. Why are you scared? You wanted to see me.**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Grundon presses his fingers into Rowan Rocket's belly, hard. He twists, forcing one digit deep into his navel, and begins untying it.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**I know it hurts, but there's a world of people that think we're disgusting out there. They're talking about pieces of us right now. I want them to see. How would they feel if they knew? It looks so familiar out there. Can we make it unfamiliar? Mutation, castration, smooth outlines and bugging eyeballs. I'm very curious.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**You can't do this. Grundon wouldn't do this. //Stop.// You're hurting me.**## > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Grundon forces his other hand into Rowan Rocket, stretching the hole open until it's wide enough to let out a yawning noise and a dribble of clear liquid. Something breaks through for Rowan Rocket, and his feelings of stunned betrayal turn to rage.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Della was right about one thing. You're a //mockery//.**## > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Hahaha. What's the matter? Wished it was a kiss instead?**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//With one desperate, mighty act of anger, the flames of Rowan Rocket pierce through, splattering the Voice Actor's body with a plug of scorched slime. He points his rear end at the Voice Actor's body and unleashes a ferocious blast of flames onto him, and in a split second, the mottled indigo skin bubbles and bursts open, revealing shiny green scales.//**## > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/blastoff.jpg]] > > ##064edd|**//The speaker's volume picks up, and countless cries of outrage, terror and dismay surround Rowan Rocket as he's swarmed by the host of phantom characters again. Rowan Rocket can hear a thump and the sound of a terrified retreat as the Voice Actor finally releases Della, letting the man drop to the ground and run for cover once again.//**## > > ##064edd|**//The umbilical cords pull tightly around Rowan Rocket, digging into his body for dear life. Undaunted, our hero lowers in closer, spraying fire like a supernova and melting through the scales to reveal acrylic yellow fur below, then black feathers. He burns through layer after layer, exposing the inside of the Voice Actor's body like an enormous dermatological jawbreaker.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Voice Actor:** ##064edd|**Let the world sing! //Let the world sing!// Let them feel the rumble in their throats! You can't do this!**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**You aren't fun to play with.**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Finally, against all resistance, Rowan Rocket reaches the Voice Actor's center. A sheet of grapefruit-colored leather tears open, revealing a curled, bony shape wrapped in jaundiced skin. As soon as the flames lick its emaciated back, the speaker's crowd-noise instantly changes to a single almost-human scream of pain and surprise, and the characters clinging to Rowan Rocket are scattered to the winds.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**It's okay. It's just make believe.**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//The strength goes out of the tendrils, and Rowan Rocket tears himself free, shooting away as the blackened wound begins to seal itself up around him. The Voice Actor, still howling miserably in pained humiliation, gives one last resentful glare to Rowan Rocket before withdrawing into the darkness of the shipwreck once again.//**## > > ##064edd|**//It is now eerily silent. Rowan Rocket gasps for air, as if he ran a marathon. His//**## **voice cracks. It sounds more Rowan than Rocket. He chokes up, shaking, oily tears leaking from his eye sockets.** ##064edd|**//Every toon has their breaking point. We just don't see those broadcasted. Those scripts left unwritten.//**## > @@ @@ > > **Rowan Rocket:** Villains never prosper and I would have survived no matter what happened. I wouldn't have failed for any reason and Horris has learned his lesson. The world is saved, I am a hero. I learned that I should believe in myself. Nobody will ever do that to me again. > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket clears his throat.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Excuse me. Now, where has Della go—**## > > **Della Mornt:** Hey. > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Della appears to have been listening to Rowan Rocket, having left his hiding spot. His face is slick with tears and his pants are soiled with urine. He remains expressionless, breathing slowly and methodically.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Oh! I thought... I thought you were hiding. You're okay, right?**## > > **Della Mornt:** I don't think I'm okay. And you don't seem alright either. > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I don't want to waste anymore time. //Let’s just go.// While you’re still yourself.**## > > **Della Mornt:** Rowan… > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//There is silence. Della has trouble maintaining eye contact and it is clear he has been withholding something from Rowan Rocket. Rowan Rocket knows something is wrong. It doesn't surprise him, as much as he wants it too.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Editor:** ##064edd|**Please forgive me. I was never myself.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**You aren't Della?**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**I mean, I //was//. We all were something once. I'm sorry. I just wanted to play the straight man. But I took it too far, didn't I? Look at this, does this look human?**## > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/facetug.jpg]] > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**How have I not noticed that about your mouth until just now? Christ, though. It sounded so real. You were crying, screaming, begging... why?**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**I needed to feel something different. I haven't felt that in touch with my humanity in a while. It was interesting.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**What //are// we? Are you bothered at all? By any of that? By what Horris was going to do to me, even? What he was going to do to you? What even happened to him?**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**I thought the only information you were looking for was our whereabouts.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I just wanted to know if the both of you were okay, Della.**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**//Why?//**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I—**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**I barely even remember you, Rowan. The only reason I do is because of that little ping in my headspace I got when you went out looking for me. We barely talked, we probably passed by each other like... six times. You never even worked on Societown! I didn't want anybody to look for me, but I thought since you were, why not put on a show?**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I'm so //confused//.**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**//I am too!// I can barely muster an answer to any of your other questions. Maybe you can't for mine either. There are no answers down here! I just... want... I want...**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Do we even know what we want here?**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**I want to break.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Me too.**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//They cry. They scream. They scratch at their skin. Bang their heads on various surfaces. Spin around in circles until they're sick. It isn't the most healthy outlet, but it won't have any lasting effects here.//**## > > ##064edd|**//They lay down together.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I never liked how fun that is.**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**Please don't tell anyone about my whereabouts.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I don't even think I'll be able to. I don't think this ever ends.**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**Ha. Silly. Everything comes to an end eventually.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I forgot what I was talking about.**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**Bask in that for a bit. For this singular moment.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I'll try.**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket stares up at the putrid, throbbing ceiling. Aside from a singular intrusive thought involving rhubarb, he is completely blank of thought. No questions. There is nothing, besides peace and flesh.//**## > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > **Editor:** ##064edd|**Hey, man. Hey.**## > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > **Editor:** ##064edd|**Do you hear that? Up above you? It's like... //chewing//. What is that?**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Huh?**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//Something pierces through the ceiling.//**## > @@ @@ > > ##064edd|**//It's a bottle-shaped snout with a moustache at the end.//**## > @@ @@ > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/dolphin.jpg]] > > ##064edd|**//Our good friend the Dolphin Entity has eaten its way through the flesh like a restless cetacean pinworm, all for the sole determined purpose of meeting with Rowan once again.//**## > > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket looks upset.//**## > @@ @@ > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**No.**## > > **Editor:** ##064edd|**Do you know this gentleman?**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**This isn't happening.**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//The Dolphin Entity squirms its way out of the inflamed hole, flopping down onto the floor beside Rowan Rocket and the Editor. The Editor slowly backs away from them as the Dolphin Entity rises upright, dripping in interstitial fluid.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Editor:** ##064edd|**It seems like you two have some catching up to do.**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//The Dolphin Entity's eyes are wide again. It looks like it's panting, practically frothing at the mouth, but the same polite, dignified voice comes out.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Dolphin Entity:** ##064edd|**Sir, I apologize for the delay.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I'm dreaming. This isn't happening.**## > > **Dolphin Entity:** ##064edd|**Not quite, sir. I'm here for you, sir.**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**What do you want? What could you possibly want?**## > > **Dolphin Entity:** ##064edd|**Actually, sir, I'm here for what //you// want.**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//The Dolphin Entity leans in close, staring into the gaping opening in Rowan Rocket's belly.//**## > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/lookingthroughthedoor.gif]] > > @@ @@ > **Dolphin Entity:** ##064edd|**It appears that someone left the door open, sir. Where in the world did he learn his manners?**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Back the fuck away from me.**## > > **Dolphin Entity:** ##064edd|**Sir, I am only here to give you what you asked for. Is it not true, sir, that you came here looking for a specific parcel of information?**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**I want you away.**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket can see all of the Dolphin Entity's teeth. It almost looks like it's smiling.//**## > > @@ @@ > **Dolphin Entity:** ##064edd|**I was under the impression, sir, that what you wanted was information about the //Societown// finale, sir. What you want now, sir, is for myself to exit?**## > > **Rowan Rocket:** ##064edd|**Please.**## > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//The Dolphin Entity lunges at Rowan Rocket's body.//**## > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket is flying through the air faster than he's ever flown before. He can't see where he's going until he wipes the blood and bile out of his eyes.//**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket is flying through a beautiful blue sky above a meadow. He can see a windmill. He can see a sad little man clinging to the top of the windmill.//**## > > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//Rowan Rocket feels a strong kinship to the sad little man on the windmill. He feels powerfully for his plight. He flies down to say hello.//**## > > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/revisiting.jpg]] > @@ @@ > ##064edd|**//But he doesn't slow down first.//**## > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > @@ @@ > [[image https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-8060/personal.png]] > > **[ROLL CREDITS. COMMERICAL BREAK.]** > [[html]] <video style="width:100%;height:80%" controls> <source src="http://scpdsandbox.wikidot.com/local--files/collab:ratking-8000-entry-maybe/thosewhobirthedus.mp4" type="video/mp4"> </video> [[/html]] @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ @@ **Conclusion:** Approximately 19 minutes after entering SCP-8060-A, Researcher Rowan Raster exited through the same building, and was then transported by Foundation personnel to a Foundation Rehabilitation and Debriefing Center for assessment and quarantine. While in transport, Rowan reportedly spit out a digital camera and notebook, chipping a lateral incisor in the process, but he otherwise was physically uninjured and superficially normal in appearance. At the FRDC, Rowan was found to be physically stable and healthy with no anatomical changes, and demonstrated no unusual psychological changes apart from a previously undisclosed fear of dolphins. The only confirmed changes to Rowan were a benign anomalous effect manifesting when photographing him. Rowan voluntarily turned over all records of his expedition to Site-433 Director Jonathan Mildew, but firmly refused to offer his own interpretations on any of the events therein. Additionally, he has gone on record strongly discouraging any future investigation or research into SCP-8060 and associated persons of interest. ||= [[size large]][http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-8060/offset/3 VIEW SITE-433 DIRECTOR'S REPORT][[/size]]|| [[footnoteblock]]