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**SCP-102-VN - The Thread of Janus**

You should read this twice.

More works from the **[[[http://scp-vn.wikidot.com/welpermander-s-profile | Oil Person]]]**
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**Item #:** SCP-102-VN

**Object Class:** Janus[[footnote]] Item is under containment, but is predicted to breach containment in the future.[[/footnote]]

**Special Containment Procedures:** Stay away, that's all.

**Description:** SCP-102-VN is the designation for a room in the  ##transparent|@@@@@@@@@## factory. The inside of it contains lots of waste, with two closets of male --and female--‘s clothes, two desks, two mattresses, one of which has gotten mouldy, and there is a person lying on it, groaning. Blood is running down the mattress.

A drop of tear for a future that could have been.

A laughing sound for an escaped past.

A sigh can be heard from one's voice no one hear.

Do you really think you are the main character?

**Addendum-1:** Exploration
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(//Agent Melcher stood up in the room.//)

**Agent Melcher:** It's so hard to think here.

(//He stepped out of the room.//)

= **<<END LOG>>**
**Afterword:** He opened the door, a person came out from the room, and ran away. Blood was sucked up from //his// injury.

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He remembered that the blood from the person sitting on the mattress had also been sucked into //his// injury.

Then there was a rustling sound, like the sound leaves make.

He turned around.

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It laid horizontally; the staircase leading ahead.

He ran away, but he didn’t want to. Not even to think. didn't even have the energy to think.

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**Addendum-2:** Pursuit 
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> On the first day, there were only bugs and mosquitos, and a few rats. The concrete was so hard that grass could not even grow. The boy, who had just grown his teeth, curled up in the dark.
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> What was his first thought? That the floor and the walls were too cold? That he was hungry? Or was he too tired to think?
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> Mosquitoes, cockroaches, flies, though they were not the first things he ate. But in hunger, he felt they were delicious.
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> On the second day, he heard something. The sound of people talking, buzzing somewhere from afar.
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> Shivering and in pain, he still stood up, and stepped forward. Was it because of desperation? Or hope?
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> The clacking sound echoed across the tortuous streets.
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> On the third day, he saw light, it came from two torches. The two people, they looked afraid as if             
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> Why? Was there something behind him?
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> He was afraid, so he ran towards the two. But they swung their torches and swords, cutting his skin, and burning his hair.
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> He struggled, swinging his hands and legs, until everything was over. Someone was beneath his leg, and another was hanging on his horn.
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> He sat down, cowered his body, and watched the torch as it was burning out.
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> On the fourth day, he cried, while he ate.
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> The fifth day was the longest day.
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> On the sixth day, he found a thread, and began to follow it.
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> On the seventh day, he saw yet another torch. Shining beside it was a massive sword, and when the holder turned around, he saw that the man
 
Was

Bleeding

 Blood
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**Addendum-3:** Development

Berkshire dropped the manuscript down on the table. “Can you repeat for me,” he scratched his nose, “why does it have to have this much violence and suffering?”

**Someone** was shaking his leg, as the author, he was not happy with the editor’s comment. “Nothing much,” he drank half of the cup of coffee in just one sip, “they're interesting to me so I put them in.”

Berkshire sneezed, “just because the last book sold well doesn’t mean you can just add whatever you want now! Everything needs to have a meaning, it needs to send some kind of message. If you keep going like this, how can you improve yourself!”

The blood drop on the paper was sucked up.

**Addendum-5:** [[span style="color:white"]]An explanation[[/span]]

“Andre?”

“Yeah?”

“What if I was a guy, how different would everything be?”
 
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“It would’ve changed nothing, we're still gonna be friends.”

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And they hugged each other.

{{This is what you want, but isn’t what I want. You always talk about how pretty and beautiful I looked, or how sweet and virtuous and cute I was.}}

{{Great. I didn’t even know who I was at the time. Just another doll for people to look, for them to play.}}

{{And then I thought how better I was compared to all of you, who were nothing but stinky, evil trash.}}

{{And so I stepped back, and began to find the meaning of this mess.}}

{{No, it was none of your fault, no one was to blame here. This world, every bad thing in it, is simply too complicated to find a fault.}}

{{Therefore I will fix it, from the bottom of its root.
Past; present; future will all be one.}}

Call me Janus.

**Addendum-6:** The end
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= **<<BEGIN LOG>>**

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**Someone:** I hope your Foundation had a good reason to attack a Coalition's facility. Wait no, I take it back, I hope the Foundation //didn't// have a good reason for this, so we can pay back the whole thing.

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** Yeah, it's me, ##transparent|@@@@@@@@@@##. Good thing you didn't make me your wife back then.

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** What? You and your team broke into this damn place without knowing what's inside?

**Agent Melcher:**  ##transparent|@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@##!

**Someone:** Bullshit, I owe you, I owe this whole world so so so many things. But that's the only thing I don't have, ‘cause it's never belonged to me.

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** So I threw it away.

**Agent Melcher:** ##transparent|@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@##!!

**Someone:** Ah, so sad. Need a tissue?

**Agent Melcher:**  !!em morf yawa yatS

**Someone:** That's the spirit. Thanks for finally letting both of us reach the same conclusion. It's the first time! Can you believe it?

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:**  Doesn't matter anymore. Project Janus is complete.

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** I don't have to explain shit. Find me back in your past, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to hear.

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** Andre, I don't hate you anymore. Wasted my best years? Lived a lie with someone I didn't love? Nothing but trivial stuff.

//(**Someone** waved his hands over the large expanse of space.)//

**Someone:** This! Is what I care about. Shouldn't a man live large, speak loud, and aim high?

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** All these years and I'm still living rent-free in your head? Was my ████████ that good? Your mind is full of-

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** What? You can only whine when there’s a real man around to show you up?

//(Agent Melcher shot **someone** in the stomach. **Someone** laughed.)//

**Someone:** So this is it, the way it ends.

//(A bleeding person walked into the room, moving backwards towards **someone**.)//

**Someone:** I forgive you, you know that. I'm not kidding.

**Agent Melcher:**

**Someone:** It's all petty stuff.

//(**Someone** pressed a button; **someone** fused together with the person who just walked into the room; the room disappeared.)//

//(Agent Melcher walked around the facility. There was no one. No one was left.)//

//(He found a staircase leading upwards.)// 

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//(Into a room.)//

//(Their old room, where he and someone once lived.)//

//(He sat down, and wrote)//

###404040|**Item #:** SCP-102-VN
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###595959|**Object Class:** Janus##

###666666|**Special Containment Procedures:** Stay away, that’s all.##

###808080|**Description:** SCP-102-VN is a the designation for a room in the factory##

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[[span style="color:white"]]Don’t give up.[[/span]]

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Andre Melcher woke up again inside a room - no, it was more of a hallway. The surrounding walls were covered with a greyness of steel, and were rough as… as…he could not think of a word to describe it.

Almost unconsciously, he dragged himself along the hallway, breathing heavily, with his body constantly shaking. He went by a person who was cooking outside of the hallway, though he was too tired to ask what the hell was that person doing. “Why was there no one else in the hallway?”, he suddenly heard someone, “laundry, cooking, those kinds of things?”

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He continued forwards

He continued forwards

He continued forwards, and went by many other people, many other memories. He was too tired to look, to see, he simply moved forwards.

The first time he won a soccer tournament, the first time he got a bad grade, the first time he stole from a neighbour, the first time he fell down into a river, and many more memories, forgotten, and thrown away.

But then, he saw --her--, the first time they met. He stood there watching, but he could not recognize who that was.

Then a voice spoke up, startling him.

“Right now, time to me is like a maze,” he felt as if he was falling backwards, “but to you, it's probably just a straight line.”

A certain **someone** approached him, just like that day.

“Y- you,” Andre looked at where he shot his bullet, “How long has it been?”

“You could probably count the days with one hand,” the person stood straight up, “but it must have felt like years.” It looked different in comparison to his.

“Sorry I,” Andre tried to say something more, but was interrupted.

“Nah, no worries, haven't I told you that I forgive you? I should have been the one to apologize after irritating you, causing that to happen.”

“So are you gonna?”

The person laughed, it was the loudest, most joyful laugh Andre had ever seen. “Do you know why you couldn't talk to me at our last conversation? Maybe because you didn't even try to listen. It seems that getting stuck here actually did something good to you.”

Andre looked around, a blue colour covered the surrounding, it reminded him of an afternoon, when the sun had set. “Where is this place?”

The person crossed his hands, “call this a Singularity isn't wrong, and a Whirlpool of Time and Space isn't wrong either. Basically, Project Janus is completed, or was completed, depending on your perspective.”

Andre looked at the person in confusion, “Project Janus? You told me about it when…”

“It's just our little time traveling project. I bet the Foundation has a ton of these." The person looked up the ceiling of the chaotic hallway as if he could see through it, up to a beautiful scene.

Andre’s smile started to fade away, “##transparent|@@@@@@@@##.”

“Yeah?” 

“Why did you…”

“Transition? The same as the others. Hint, not for fun.”

Andre wiped the sweat on his forehead, “You had a great life, a healthy body, a beautiful-”

The person glared at Andre and yelled, “So all this time you only loved me because of my face?”

“Wait no!”

The person laughed once again, Andre had never seen that person give out such a big smile. “Nah nah, I knew it for too long. Couldn't hide it from me.”

Andre scratched his head, he glanced to his left, not focusing on anything in particular. “I mean, you were… what to say…”

“Yeah yeah, a beautiful girl. And then what? Was that the life I wanted? So I threw it away.”

“But…”

“Pretty wasteful, I gotta agree, if only I could have given that beauty to someone else.

“But it was mine, and I can do whatever the hell I want with it. What can anyone do? Put my tits back on?”
He laughed again, lightly, which reminded Andre of the past days.

“But really, I think I once… loved you for other reasons.”

“Come on, you really wanna reignite the trash fire with this bastard?”

Andre smiled, “Maybe, oh well. You said that you were the research head, so this whole thing was your idea?”

“Of course! Worked to my bones for 7 years. Can you believe I had to propose more than 20 times to the PTOLEMY folks before they even considered taking a look at the files? And then I had to wait for the whole review and approval thing. The price for wanting to change the world.”

“Change the world? What do you mean?”

“Hey, that's a secret.”

“Then sneak a peek.”

“Nah, I like to call doing something big as ‘changing the world’. Just a dream I have wanted to achieve for a long while.”

“That's it?”

“Do you want me to reveal every major secret of all 108 members of the GOC? Or all the lipstick colors of Undersecretary al Fine?”

“I mean, when we were dating, you never said anything about this dream.”

“I kept a ton of secrets from you for all those years, what makes this different?”

 “Well… I just want to ask if you wanted to change the world because of your… ‘circumstance’?”

“Good Lord, since when did you became such a fucking dumbass? Didn't I tell you I had this dream for a long time now? I want to change the world not because I was born as a girl, but despite the fact that I was born in another sex.”

Andre laughed again, he was a lot more calm now, “Teasing you is still as fun as always.” The person couldn't not smile with him.

“##transparent|@@@@@@@@@@##,” Andre asked, “what are you going to do next?”

“Now? I guess I'm just going to maintain this whole machine, success is a process.”

“Yeah,” Andre sighed, “sorry again, for what I had done to you.”

“None of us are to blamed. I haven't understood myself yet, and you knew nothing about any of this. That's why it's called a tragedy, it falls apart for reasons outside of anyone.”

“I think I should go back.”

“Say hi to your wife for me.”

“I haven't had any?”

“You will.”

Just a few minutes later, Agent Andre Melcher would be found in an unconscious state on an empty ground, 5 minutes after the facility had disappeared. He would be brought to the Medical Centre of [[[http://scp-vn.wikidot.com/secure-facility-dossier-site-29-vn|Site-29-VN]]], and upon waking up, would report all the events that had happened.

“Andre!” The person called.

“What?” He turned around.

“Remember when I said I don't hate you anymore? That's a lie, and also why I kept you here for all this time. Getting shot actually hurts like a bitch. Sorry about that.”

“Don't worry, I deserved it.”
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POI-102-VN (“Someone”) is currently under investigation.
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