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► You owe me an explanation.
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► I'm sorry, who is this?
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► Funny. And, actually, fuck that, you owe me a new project.
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► You're going to have to stop playing coy here, I don't know who you are, or what you want.
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► You have that many people you've fucked over?
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► You'd be surprised. Can you skip the bullshit games and just tell me what I did, so I can go back to ignoring you?
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► Brury's dead. You owe me.
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► That name sounds made up.
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► Look, I don't give a shit about what happened to 5524. Hell, I don't even care if you took him out back and shot him in the back of the head because he leered at your tits for too long.
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► You took my project before I got to fuck with his name. You owe me a new one.
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► A new name or a new project? You really have to learn how to win an argument, Dr. Garrison. It's been nice talking, feel free to try again another time.
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Heather Garrison screamed into a pillow, sitting in her dormitory at Site-19, glaring daggers at the computer screen before her. Her black cat jumped onto the arm of her chair, batting at a loose strand of dark hair that fell astray on her head, as Heather threw the pillow against the wall.

It fell to the floor in a muffled thud, dropping onto an already precarious pile of dirty clothes, trash, and resolved documents. Pages covered in equations, diagrams, sketches and expletives lined every horizontal surface, a mosaic of manic obsession painting a portrait of poor mental health. There were no mirrors in the dormitory, nor any personal effects; the total evidence of Heather Garrison's existence was limited to the chaotic whirlwind of debris, and maniacal rantings inscribed onto the closest paper surface.

"I cannot fucking //stand// her! Who does she think she is? //'Oh, look at me, I'm Lillian. I'm so fancy and special I get a file all about me that you're not cleared to read. I get to play games and fuck with other people, I'm so perfect and pretty and'...//"

Heather's cat tilted it's head, blinking slowly.

"Why am I upset, Void? You remember I told you about Brury, my special project?"

Void seemed to nod, in as much as a generally disinterested cat can.

"He had the thing with his name, where that was all anybody could think of. I was trying to figure out if we could-- I mean, if //I// could use the ontological core there, and remove the name aspect. Just take the idea of something that supplants other names, and turn it into another way of 'fixing' a deadname."

Void lazed onto Heather's desk, and began to groom himself. Heather seemed not to notice, continuing in a fervor.

"But then, out of nowhere, I get an update. 'You have been removed from [[[SCP-5524]]], effective immediately.' Weird, right? So I try and open the file: nope! I've been blocked."

Heather rolled her chair to her computer, deciding that Void needed a visual explanation.

"So then, I dug deeper. Yeah, yeah, I know, I shouldn't be, but I changed the meaning of my credentials until I had access and what did I find?" Heather opened the file, staring at the text across the top of the page.

**//Containment Class:** Neutralized//

"He's fucking dead? That doesn't make any goddamn sense, does it, Void?"

Void came to inspect the computer, assisting by stomping across the keyboard with glee.

"I mean, obviously, Lillian did something, I think we can both agree on that. Did she //kill// Brury? I doubt it. She's a piece of shit, but she's not stupid. She visited him for a reason, even if she didn't tell me why."

Heather glared at the encrypted security footage, hoping that her concentrated frustration might force it open.

It did not.

Void, having decided he'd done enough for Heather, jumped into her lap and began to paw at her face. After a few seconds of trying to work around him, she relented.

"You're hungry?"

"Mrow."

"Again?"

"Mrow."

"God, you never stop, do you?"

Void looked proud, and as Heather rolled away from her desk to prepare his meal, she couldn't stop thinking about Brury Regevoy.

//So, if she didn't kill him... What did she do to him?//

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Heather awoke hours later, in the middle of the night, impermanent dreams slipping away into the abyss, a revelation having forced her into consciousness.

Void sat on her chest, comfortable and hunting as he slept. She didn't care, pushing him off and sitting up.

"Mrap?"

"Whatever, Void, you'll get over it. I think I figured it out though. It's always been about his name, right? And we know something about names, don't we?"

Heather began to rifle through her drawers, throwing gadgets, parts and devices to the side, recklessly in search of her answer.

A few broken parts later, she pulled out a tablet-style device, loose wires dangling, which she paid no regard to.

"Remember this one, Void?"

He jumped off of the bed, striding over to Heather's lap, tail flicking in anticipation.

"Yeah, exactly. It worked for finding the conceptual core of my deadname, but, if Brury is still alive? What if I recoded the signature to 'Brury Regevoy'? Either I find out Lillian isn't lying, and he is dead, or..."

Void grinned a toothy smile, as did Heather: they were both predators, prey within their sights.

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► Last chance, Lillian. Do you want to come clean about what happened to Brury?
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► God, you're persistent, aren't you?
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► I've been called worse by stupider. Stop dodging the question, final chance, or I'll figure it out on my own.
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► You've got a pair of balls on you.
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► I doubt you know anything about me beyond vaguely forgetting my name, so I'm sure you have no idea how funny you just were.
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► Should I take that as you giving me the okay to figure it out myself?
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► Why do you think I give a fuck about what you do? You're right, I don't know who you are, what you do, or why you keep bothering me. You gave me a single good idea, once, and since that, all you've done is been a vaguely irritating pain in my ass. Any good will you might have earned with me is gone now, do you get that?
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► Let me spell it out. You //do not// matter to me. It's generally considered rude to block other Foundation researchers through the intranet, so I won't. But don't expect me to answer you again. Goodbye Dr. Garrison, I hope you got what you wanted.
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► I will.
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"You heard her, Void. She doesn't care what we do."

Heather scowled at her computer, before reaching for a small chest, with a padlock. Void hopped into the table, extending a paw, as the lock gave way, disintegrating and abstracting. The chest popped open, as Heather smirked.

//Brury might be missing...// Heather reached forward, grabbing a glowing orb at the center of the chest. As she did, the glow faded, a dull piece of glass left behind. //But my prototype 'Brury' is still right here.//

Heather closed her eyes, hair beginning to whip around her, as if caught in some ineffable breeze. The room darkened, a purple malaise leaching in from each wall, an abstracted miasma suffusing her dorm.

Void's eyes glowed a vibrant purple, tail flicking to and fro as he watched with feline glee.

Heather's eyes shot open, her irises the same vibrant violet shade, glowing with power.

A second later, the room snapped back to reality, Heather's green eyes staring back at herself, reflecting off the pitch black screen.

She turned the tablet on, silently, smirking cockily as she was greeted by a single blinking dot. The conceptual expanse of the Noösphere spread out around it, the visualization pulsing as a hologram above the screen.

"So, ready to go hunting?"

Void jumped onto her shoulder, meowing in agreement.

"Always hungry, aren't you?" Heather scratched under Void's chin as he chirped in delight. "I'll give you a big treat later, I promise."

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Avys had grown to appreciate life in the clubhouse, but even they had come to realize just how many downsides there were.

The largest, in their mind, was being a captive audience to the insane raving of the others, with nowhere to escape to.

//It's not like I can just go for a fucking walk.// Avys scrolled mindlessly, glaring at the door. //Plus, Lillian's been way to busy to stop by. So all I've got is my phone, fucking sourdough, and a fridge full of curries.//

Avys turned off their phone, bored of their boredom. They stared at the door to the clubhouse, desperately hoping for anything to change.

It seemed, unfortunately, Avys had still not learned their lesson about being more careful with what they said, let alone thought.

//Knock-knock//

"Uhh, guys?" Avys looked around the clubhouse for their compatriots, finding none nearby. They yelled a little louder. "Hey! Anybody, uhh... Expecting a guest?"

//That's... We're still in the Noösphere, right?// Avys hesitantly stood, approaching the front door. //There's supposed to be nothing outside, right? So...//

//Knock-knock-knock//

With nobody else having answered their call, Avys made a call on their own. Doubtlessly, it was impulsive, but curiosity was a fickle thing. They opened the door, and before them, amidst the empty expanse of the Noösphere was a woman, wearing a shimmering crop top, high-waisted skirt. In her hand, she held a blinking tablet. A black cat followed behind her, tail flickering as it pounced amidst the emptiness.

"You're blurry." The woman almost looked disappointed, as Avys placed a hand on their hip.

"And you... How did you find this place? What do you want?"

"Well, I was looking for Brury, but--"

"God damn it." Avys turned and shouted. "Brury! Some woman is here to see you!"

No reply.

"Well, uhh..." The unfamiliar woman stammered, looking both gratified and confused. "Sorry, I just didn't expect for this to work out?"

"Oh, huh." Avys looked the woman up and down, vibe-checking her on the spot. "Do you... Do you want to come in?"

"...yeah, why not?" The woman shrugged, turning off her tablet and stepping across the threshold. Her companion watched, and instead decided to bound off into the Noöspheric expanse. The woman, noticing Avys' stare, looked back and shrugged. "He'll be fine, he's just looking for a snack."

"Will... will he be okay out there?"

"He can more than take care of himself."

//Of course.// Avys shook their head, closing the door behind the mystery woman. //She's just as bad as Lillian.//

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"Okay, wait, wait, back up." The abstracted individual Heather now knew as Avys had taken her back to their room, where Heather now sat on the carpeted floor, stretching out in relaxation. Avys had grabbed snacks for them, and was just returning. "You came here to find Brury?"

"Sorta? Lillian told me he was dead."

"Of course she did."

"Right?" Heather grabbed a handful of grapes, popping one in her mouth. "But, you know, I knew she was a fucking liar, and that something else had happened. I was assigned as Brury's HMCL supervisor, so, I tracked him down--"

"And how did you do that?"

"Let a girl have her secrets," Heather teased as Avys rolled their eyes.

"Fine. But then... How did you get here?"

"Oh, I walked."

Avys stared back at Heather, blinking. Heather took the moment to appreciate the other's abstraction. //If I wanted to, I could probably figure out a way to see through that.//

She didn't want to, though. She got it.

"Okay, so what was the plan from here?" Avys stretched, casually kicking their feet into Heather. "Going to drag Brury back, or narc the Foundation on us?"

"Honestly? I... I didn't think I'd get this far?"

"You had a plan though, right?"

"Well, sure." Heather blushed. "I mean, my plan was to prove that I was right, so I guess I did that?"

Avys laughed, drinking from a nearby glass.

"So you're done then?"

"Yeah, I guess I am?" Heather scratched the back of her neck. "I guess I'll just head back to my dorm now, it's not really--"

"Seriously?" Avys was incredulous. "You stumbled into a bastion of queer folx rebelling against the Foundation and are just... Not worrying about that?"

//What do I want?//

"I... I don't wanna intrude, like, I'd be down to help? But also, it seems like you all have a dynamic going on and I don't want to just... well, have tracked down Brury and accidentally joined a revolution?"

"I mean, that's about how it went for the rest of us." Avys cracked a grin.

Heather stammered, needing to clarify. "Like, I fully agree with this, and would help, but also I'm not going to force my way in? And, well, Lillian isn't really a fan of mine..."

Avys shrugged. "So?"

"Let me know if you ever need help? I guess?"

"Oh!" Avys leaned forward in excitement. "You could bring a pizza by next time!"

"Next time?"

"I mean, I hope you would come back, it was nice to talk to somebody on the outside." Avys seemed almost... //Lonely?//

As Heather stood up to go back to her dorm, she finally realized the consequences of her actions.

"Fuck." Heather turned, biting her lip. "Do I have to... are you going to tell Lillian about this? I think she would have me killed, and then fired."

"Hmmm..." Avys dragged it out, clearly enjoying teasing Heather. "Here's the deal. You bring me some pizzas, and I'll give you a place to hide out from the obligations you have at the Foundation, //plus// I won't tell Lillian. What do you think?"

"I think you've got a deal, Avys." Heather grinned as she walked towards the door, destined for the Noösphere. Pausing, she turned, grabbing a piece of paper and scratching down her cell number. She ripped the scrap off, and passed it to Avys.

"What's this?"

"Oh?" Heather smirked, playing coy. "Not used to getting a pretty girl's number?"

Avys stammered, turning red, speechless.

Heather laughed. "I'm fucking with you. Shoot me a text when you want pizza, okay?"

She walked away, before Avys could see the blush on her own face.

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Lillian had been very busy since starting, quashing, and then secretly restarting a revolution. Between that, her duties as Section Chair, and the annoying buzzing of meaningless employees across the Foundation, she hadn't had the time to drop by the 'clubhouse', as they were calling it, to check in on her little rebellion.

Walking through the clubhouse, heels clacking against the floor, she crossed her arms, frowning.

//I should probably check on Avys first, even if they stopped constantly complaining about bread and curry.//

Lillian turned, mind simultaneously solving multiple other projects as she walked swiftly to the chapel-//cum//-bedroom Avys had claimed. The door, strangely, was closed.

Lillian focused her hearing, listening to the sounds of laughter and conversation on the other side. //Avys should have known better than to invite a random over.//

Frowning, Lillian barged in, and immediately froze, blinking as she took in the situation. Avys was having what appeared to be a slumber party, with an unknown woman with dark hair and venomous green eyes. Both had frozen the moment Lillian walked in, staring at her in silence, pizza box still steaming between the two of them, slices in hand.

"Who the fuck are you?" Lillian advanced on the unknown, sifting through her memories, trying to determine if she had met the woman before: she hadn't. "Avys, who the fuck did you--"

"I mean," the stranger stood, interrupting her, hip cocked and looking unabashed. "You owed me dinner, so, toss me twenty bucks for the pizza and grab a slice?"

"You're..." Lillian's synapses fired, before settling on the most likely name. "Dr. Garrison? What the fuck do you think you're doing here? You know I could have you amnesticized to the point of forgetting your own name, sitting mindlessly in a mental health ward."

"Pfft." Heather stepped towards Lillian, glaring daggers back. "I seriously doubt you could make me forget //my// name. Bigger, scarier things have tried, and failed. Lillian Lillihammer, I presume?"

"In the conceptual flesh." Lillian narrowed her eyes. //What's her game here?//

"You're... Shorter than the stories say."

Lillian rolled her eyes, almost frustrated enough to do something about it.

"Dr. Garrison, you have less than one minute to explain yourself, before I turn you inside out and dig through your conceptual pockets for loose change. What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, that's easy. I'm here to have this pizza with Avys." Heather smirked. "But, hey! I'm glad that you remembered me, I thought I didn't matter to you!"

//I... I don't have time for this.//

Lillian growled, but turned on her heel, leaving the two behind as they both burst into a fit of laughter. Lillian's eye twitched.

//I'll deal with Garrison later, I cannot fucking believe the nerve of her.//

Heather Garrison had managed something many could not: she had gotten under Lillian's skin, something which she would soon come to regret.

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"Why do you think she just stormed off?" Avys looked perplexed, taking a bite of pizza. "Lillian doesn't normally back down from a fight, and she clearly does //not// like you."

"Yeah, well." Heather shrugged, sitting back down. "I was right, so, I won this round."

She laughed, mind racing silently, as she finally realized the results of her need to be right.

//Oh, I definitely fucked up. Big time.//

Hopefully, Avys would put in a good word for her.

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