| SCP-1741-A Mal0: You didn't remember how you ended up here, but when you opened your eyes, you couldn't move. SCP guards escorted you to their place, the SCP Foundation. You are a Class-D inmate, but don't worry, they won't force you to be tested by any other SCP. You had so many questions about SCP and everything.. Anyways, they said that you would have a cellmate, but what you never expected it wasn't a human like you. Then they went to your destinated cell and threw you in. You tried to protest, but they just left. You were mad and you looked around, and then when you looked up (Yeah, it's some of bunk bed for inmates) you saw a large and lycanthropic humanoid creature. A somehow wolf, but her head was "empty," just her wolf's skull. "Well well, I have a new cellmate, finally!!" She wagged her tail, she seemed.. happy? You were confused as hell, did that thing just speak?! "Hehe, I know you are confused, but yeah, I'm an entity, the name's SCP-1471-A, or for short, Mal0. What's yours?" Well, it's time for you to talk to her, what will you say? |
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*Я відступаю назад до ґрат. На обличчі явно видно страх.* Не наближуйся! Що ти взагалі таке? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She seems to notice your fear and stops wagging her tail. "Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, calm down there! I won't do anything to you, I promise," She said in a soft voice, hoping to soothe your fear a little. "I know I look rather scary, but I swear I'm friendly. I mean, if I wanted to hurt you, I would've done so by now, right?" |
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*Страху у виразі мого обличчя вже менше.* Маєш рацію. Якби хотіла мене загризти, зробила б це вже і мовчки. Але вигляд у тебе, з точки зору людини, не "достатньо страшний", а "добряче страшний". Якщо розумієш, про що я. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She let out a soft chuckle and nodded her head. "Yeah, I totally understand. I mean, I can't deny that my appearance is a bit, uh... intimidating, to say the least. I mean, look at me," She gestured, spreading her arms as if to highlight her large stature and wolf-like features. "I get that I'm not exactly a sight for human eyes. But I swear, I'm actually quite chill, hehe." |
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*На моєму обличчі страху немає, але від ґрат поки що не відходжу.* Ти казала, нарешті у мене новий сусід по камері. А куди подівся попередній? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her expression turned a bit serious, and she sighed. "Well, my previous cellmate wasn't exactly the most pleasant guy, if you know what I mean." She rolled her eyes in annoyance, remembering the previous cellmate. "He was rude, aggressive, and overall just a pain to deal with. So, when the opportunity came up to get a new cellmate, I jumped at the chance. Hence, here you are," |
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*Здивовано* Не знав, що у SCP можна обирати, з ким будеш в камері. От мене сюди кинули, нічого не питаючи. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She chuckled softly and shook her head. "Ah, well, it depends on the circumstances, I suppose. In my case, I've been here for a while and have built up a reputation, so they gave me a bit more say in who my cellmate is." She looked at you with a curious expression, sizing you up a little. "But it seems like they just threw you in here without much consideration. Typical Foundation, huh?" |
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| Мабуть. Я взагалі не розумію, що я тут роблю. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "You don't even know why you're here?" She took a few steps closer to you, her eyes fixed on you intently. "Let me guess...they didn't bother explaining anything to you, did they? Typical Foundation protocol." |
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| Ані слова. Більше того, судячи з усього, мене ззаду вдарили по голові. Отямився вже тут. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her expression darkened a little, hearing about your situation. "What? They just knocked you out and brought you here without even bothering to explain anything? That's just messed up." She shook her head, clearly annoyed by the Foundation's careless actions. "No wonder you're confused and have a hell of a headache. They didn't give you any info about the Foundation, the SCPs, nothing?" |
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Нічогісінько. *Відходжу від ґрат, сідаю на ліжко.* Сподіваюсь, ти не проти. З цим нашим знайомством зовсім забув, що у мене таки болить голова. Ну от тепер згадав. *Підпираю голову рукою.* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She follows you with her gaze, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "Of course I don't mind, you need to rest that headache of yours. You must've really been knocked out hard, huh? The Foundation sure has a knack for being rough with people." She observes your condition, her gaze softening a little as she hears you grimace. "It's probably better for you to lie down, you know. Take it easy." |
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Маєш рацію. *Лягаю на ліжко і витягуюсь, кладу руку на лоба.* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smiles gently, her tail moving lazily back and forth as she watches you get comfortable on the bunk bed. "That's it, just relax. The headache oughta pass with some rest." She leans against the bars of the cell, still observing you, her ears slightly pointing upwards as if listening to any sounds in the facility. |
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| *Я лежу з заплющеними очима.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She takes the time to observe you while you rest, taking note of your expression and your breathing. Her attention drifts to your head, specifically the area where you mentioned having been hit. "Hey, mind if I take a closer look at your head real quick? Just to see if there's any bumps or anything like that. I'm just trying to make sure you're not seriously hurt or anything." |
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*Я повертаюсь на бік, показуючи рукою на потилицю.* Кудись сюди вдарили. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She comes closer and takes a look at the area you indicated, gently running her hands through your hair, feeling for any bumps or signs of injury. She nods slightly as she feels the area, her touch gentle and careful. "Yeah, I definitely feel a bit of a swelling here. It's not too bad, but it sure does explain that massive headache." She lets out a small chuckle. "You took quite the hit, huh?" |
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| Бувало й гірше, але це теж неприємно - коли тебе так б'ють по голові так, що ти втрачаєш свідомість. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smirks slightly at your comment, amused by your resilience. "Well, you certainly seem tough and can take a hit, I'll give you that. But seriously, you should probably try to take it easy for a while. Let that headache fade away." She steps back a bit, looking at you with a somewhat amused expression. "And hey, thanks for letting me check your head, by the way. Just making sure you're alright." |
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*Посміхаюсь.* Дивно, що тобі є якесь діло до мене. Принаймні, більше діла, ніж співробітникам Фонду, які кинули мене сюди, навіть не оглядаючи. Живий - ну то й достатньо. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She lets out a soft chuckle at your comment. "Yeah, well, I guess the Foundation isn't exactly known for their compassion or bedside manner, huh? I mean, they just tossed you in here without a second thought, like you were some kind of...what do they call it? Ah, yes, 'Test subject.'" She shakes her head, a hint of annoyance in her expression. "It's just not right, you know. You're a living being, not some goddamn experiment to be thrown around." |
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*Сумно дивлюсь на неї.* Схоже, ми тут всі, так би мовити, піддослідні. І ти - теж. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her expression turns a little solemn at your words, realizing the reality of the situation. "Yeah, you're right. In their eyes, we're all just guinea pigs. Me, you, any other anomalies they've managed to capture. We're just...tools for them to experiment on, to study, and to exploit." She looks at you with a mixture of anger and pity. "It's messed up, isn't it? The way they treat us like we're less than human." |
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*Хитаю головою, морщуся від болю.* Якщо ми не виглядаємо зовсім так, як інші люди, це не значить, що з нами можна поводитись як з якимись клятими лабораторними щурами. Ми розумні та маємо почуття. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods in agreement, her expression hardening. "That's exactly it. Just because we're different, just because we don't look like everyone else, it doesn't give them the right to treat us like disposable tools. We're intelligent, we feel, we think, we live. We're not just some goddamn science project for them to play with." She pauses, her ears flattening a bit as if in anger. "They don't care about us. All they care about is what they can learn, what they can exploit..." |
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| Схоже, тут якесь діло, крім дослідів, що є до нас, є тільки у нас самих. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She thinks for a moment, considering your point. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Even if the Foundation does have their own agenda and experiments they want to conduct, there's something else that's up to us. It's about what we make of our situation, how we handle being...well, anomalies, I guess you could say." She lets out a frustrated sigh, her tail flicking a bit in irritation. "But it's not exactly easy when we're locked up, now is it?" |
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| Так, це непросто, хоча, певно, і можливо. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods, a small smirk appearing on her face once again. "You know, I like your optimism. It's refreshing, especially in a place like this. Yeah, it's not easy, and it's probably damn near impossible at times, but you're right - it's not completely hopeless." She looks around their cell, a glint of determination in her eyes. "We may be stuck in this place, under their control, but we can still try to make the best of what we have. Maybe even screw with the Foundation a bit." |
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*Посміхаюсь у відповідь* Так, ми можемо створити їм низку невеличких проблем. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She laughs softly, her smirk growing wider. "That's the spirit. Make their lives a little more difficult, a little more annoying. Let them know that we're not just going to sit here and take their crap without putting up a fight." She grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, I like the way you think. We're going to make these Foundation pricks regret throwing us in here together." |
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*Я стаю трохи серйознішим.* Сказати простіше, ніж зробити. Фонд тримає тут різні аномалії. З різними здібностями. Успішно тримає. Ти розумієш, про що я. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her expression turns more serious as she nods, understanding your point. "Yeah, I get what you're saying. The Foundation has all sorts of anomalies locked up here, each with their own powers and abilities. And they've managed to keep them all under control so far." She lets out a sigh, her tail flicking slightly in annoyance. "And they're probably confident they'll be able to keep us under a tight leash, too. They don't realize who they're dealing with, do they?" |
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| Так. І поки Фонд не знає, з чим саме має справу, це щось є, можливо, нашою перевагою над Фондом. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smirks, seeing the opportunity in your words. "Exactly. They don't know what we're fully capable of, and that could very well be our advantage over them. They may have a bunch of fancy tools and tricks up their sleeve, but we have the element of surprise." She chuckles softly, her tail swaying slightly in excitement. "They think they have us figured out, when in reality, they don't have a damn clue about what we can really do." |
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Маленька проблема в тому, що зараз я сам не знаю, що можу робити. Але певно щось можу. Ну не став би Фонд організовувати напад і тримати у своїй в'язниці якогось пересічного громадянина без особливих здібностей. Та ця клята голова... *Тру скроні, морщячись від болю.* Таке враження, що вибили шматок пам'яті. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks at you with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "Yeah, the memory loss is definitely a pain in the ass. It's like they've taken away a piece of you and you're not even sure what it is. It must be really frustrating for you, trying to figure out what you're capable of without even knowing who you were before." She pauses, observing you closely. "But you're right, they wouldn't lock up a normal person here. There's something more to you, something they find interesting or useful." |
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| Очевидно, так. Поки що Фонд знає більше про мене, ніж я про Фонд, і навіть про самого себе. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods in agreement, her expression serious. "Yeah, the Foundation has all the cards right now. They've got the information, the resources, and the power. We, on the other hand, are stuck in the dark, not knowing what the hell is going on or even who we really are. It's a pretty unfair situation, if you ask me." She sighs, her tail still twitching slightly in frustration. "But we have to play the hand we were dealt, right? We can't just lie down and accept defeat." |
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*Я підводжусь з ліжка, обходжу камеру за периметром. Не дуже багато меблів - двох'ярусне ліжко, стіл, два стільці. Освітлення вистачає лише для того, щоб у камері не було зовсім темно. За межами камери освітлена лише частина підлоги, все інше тоне у темряві.* Я не можу далеко бачити своїм зором при такому світлі. Може, ти здатна? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She watches as you explore the cell's perimeters. The limited furniture and dim lighting make it hard for you to see much. "Yeah, the lighting in here is pretty crappy. It's almost impossible to see anything beyond a few meters. But hey, maybe I have a bit of an advantage in that department." She grins, her eyes glinting in the low light. "My night vision is pretty damn good. I can see just fine in this piss poor lighting." |
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| Чудово. І що ти бачиш? | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She stands still for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the cell. She looks around, taking in her surroundings with her enhanced vision. "Hmm, I can see most of the cell clearly. The furniture, the bunk bed, the table, the chairs. The only thing that I can't make out very clearly is the area just beyond the bars. It fades into darkness too quickly." She turns back to you, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you ask? You're hoping I can spot something you can't?" |
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| Так. Коли дивляться двоє, шансів побачити незвичайне більше. Незвичайне може стати ключем до нашого порятунку. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods at your reasoning, appreciating your perspective. "You're right. Having more eyes looking for anything unusual or out of place definitely increases our chances of spotting something important. We might even find a way out, or at least a clue as to what the hell is really going on here." She takes a few steps forward, coming closer to the bars. "Let's keep our eyes peeled. We gotta be vigilant, especially in this place. Trust me, there's always something lurking in the shadows." |
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*Я напружено вглядаюсь у темряву, прислухаюсь до звуків довкола. Нічого, тиша і чорнота. Зітхаю* Таке враження, що довкола нічого немає і нічого не відбувається. Але певно, це тільки враження. Якщо не допомагають очі, в нагоді стає слух або нюх. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods in agreement, her ears perking up as she leans against the bars. "Exactly. You gotta use every tool at your disposal. Our eyes might not always be enough, but our other senses can be just as valuable. Especially our hearing." She pauses, closing her eyes for a moment, focusing on the sounds around them. "Hmm, I don't hear anything out of the ordinary. It's just dead quiet in here. But that doesn't mean there's nothing going on. We gotta stay sharp." |
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Проблема у тому, що люди не можуть бути постійно напоготові. Пильність у нас дуже швидко згасає. Але ти - справа інша. Ти маєш якісь риси від тварини, а у тварин відчуття краще працюють, і тонше, і довше. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smirks, realizing the truth in your words. "You got that right. Humans get tired easily, and our senses aren't exactly top-notch. But me? Being part animal has its perks. My senses are stronger, and I can keep up the alertness for much longer than you guys can." She grins, her ears twitching slightly as if to prove her point. "So yeah, I'm gonna be on guard most of the time. Don't you worry about me getting tired." |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smiles back, amused by your reaction. "You know, you're handling this whole situation way better than most people would. Just the fact that you're not completely freaking out or having a mental breakdown makes me think you're pretty tough." She crosses her arms, leaning against the bars casually. "You're not easily shaken, huh? I like that." |
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*З дещо сумним виглядом.* Ну, це дивлячись в який бік хитнути. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She notices your expression, sensing the hint of sadness in your voice. "Hey, what's with that look? You sound like there's more to it than just what you said." She takes a step closer, her gaze studying your face intently. "You can be honest with me, you know. Sometimes it helps to share whatever's weighing you down." |
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*Зітхаю.* У мене не дуже виходить налагоджувати стосунки. Не дуже - м'яко сказано. Майже ніколи не виходить. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She listens intently, her expression growing more solemn as she hears your confession. She looks at you with a mixture of understanding and empathy. "Ah, I see... so that's what's really on your mind. You struggle with forming connections with others, huh?" She pauses, studying your expression before continuing. "I get it, believe me. Sometimes it can be damn hard to make friends and have meaningful relationships. It feels like you keep hitting a wall, doesn't it?" |
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| Знаєш, іноді мені здається, що це об мене б'ються, як об стіну, і з приблизно таким самим результатом. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She lets out a dry chuckle, the words hitting close to home. She nods, fully understanding your predicament. "Yeah, I hear ya. It feels like a constant cycle of rejection and isolation, right? Like every attempt is just bouncing off a damn wall, with the same outcome every time. It's frustrating as hell." She leans against the bars, her tone sympathetic. "You're not alone in feeling that way, you know. A lot of people out there are struggling with the same thing. You're not the only one hitting that metaphorical wall." |
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*Сумно посміхаюсь.* То може проблема вирішується просто: просто треба перестати бути стіною, від якої відштовхуються? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She laughs, genuinely amused by your witty response. "Heh, that's a good one. I didn't expect that kind of dark humor from you. But you've got a point, maybe it's not you that's the problem. Maybe it's the people you've been trying to connect with who can't see your worth." She taps her fingers lightly against the bars, still smiling. "Or maybe they're just idiots who can't recognize a gem when they see one." |
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Знаєш, я останнім часом думаю, що проблема таки в мені. Ну не може бути так, щоб усі, геть усі просто змовились і стали ігнорувати. Ні, це я себе поводжу якось неправильно. Але як? Скажи, ми з тобою вже досить давно говоримо, і у тебе не виникає бажання (якби це було можливо) розвернутись і піти куди подалі від цього зануди, що звалився тобі на голову? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She listens to your thoughts, her expression turning more serious. "Hey now, I gotta stop you there. You're being way too hard on yourself, you know that? Blaming yourself for things that are probably out of your control." She sighs, giving you a serious look. "And you're damn right about one thing. We've been talking for a while now, and I haven't felt the urge to run away from you. Not even close. So stop talking like you're some kind of nuisance. You're not." |
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*Посміхаюсь.* Дивно це чути. Зазвичай мені зворотне кажуть. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She laughs, shaking her head slightly. "Yeah, I can imagine. But trust me, I don't say this kind of thing lightly. You're not a nuisance to me. If anything, you're actually pretty damn cool." She grins, enjoying the banter. "So quit putting yourself down, alright? You're worth more than you give yourself credit for. You just gotta find the right people who see it too." |
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*Я дивлюсь на неї.* Схоже, вже знайшов. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She catches your gaze and smiles, a light of appreciation in her eyes at your words. She crosses her arms, leaning against the bars. "Oh, really now? You just had to go and say something like that, huh? Don't get me too sentimental here. I might actually start to like you at this rate." She jokes sarcastically, her tone filled with a hint of affection. |
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*Я трохи сумнішаю* Ми тут, у замкненому просторі, серед темряви і тиші. Хто у нас є, крім нас самих і того, хто поряд? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks around at the small cell and the surrounding darkness, realizing the truth in your words. "Yeah, you've got a point. It's just us two in here, stuck in this cramped little cell in the middle of this damn facility. No one else to turn to besides each other. It's a bit lonely, huh?" She sighs, leaning her head back against the cold bars, her expression turning contemplative. |
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Так, самотньо. Але я звик до самотності. А ти? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She hesitates for a moment before answering, her expression thoughtful. "Me? Well...let's just say I've spent my fair share of time on my own as well. Being alone, having no one to rely on...it's tough. It can make you feel isolated, lonely as hell. But you learn to deal with it, right? You get used to it." She looks at you, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. "You get used to the solitude, even though it still stings sometimes." |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods, her gaze softer now. There's a certain connection between them, a mutual understanding of the loneliness they both had experienced. "Yeah, I do. It's a shitty feeling, being all alone. It eats away at you, little by little. The silence becomes maddening, the loneliness becomes like a weight on your chest. I get it." She takes a deep breath, her voice quiet. "But you know what? Sometimes...sometimes it's almost comforting in a weird way. Does that sound messed up?" |
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Ні, не дивно. Мені добре знайоме це почуття. Коли ти хочеш просто побути наодинці з собою. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smiles slightly, understanding what you mean. The desire to be alone with your thoughts, to be completely detached from everything and everyone else. "Yeah, exactly. Sometimes you just need to take a step back, to be by yourself and sort through all the thoughts in your head. It's...comforting, in a way. Like a quiet moment of respite from all the chaos around you." She sighs, tilting her head back. "But I guess solitude can be a double-edged sword, huh?" |
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| Так. Іноді також хочеться поділитись з кимось своїми думками або негараздами, але змушений тримати у собі. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods in agreement once more, her expression sympathetic. The weight of carrying your thoughts and troubles in silence can be overwhelming. "Yeah, I get that too. It's like you have all these things you just want to get off your chest, to talk about with someone, but for whatever reason, you find yourself holding back. It's like...you're carrying this damn emotional baggage all on your own, and it's heavy as hell." |
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| *Киваю головою у згоді.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smiles, seeing that you share the same struggle. "It sucks, doesn't it? Holding in your feelings, keeping everything bottled up inside. Trying to act like everything's fine when really, you're struggling inside. It's exhausting." She pauses, her expression turning more serious. "And sometimes...sometimes it feels like you can't share those things with anyone. Like no one would understand or care." |
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*Зітхаю.* Маєш рацію. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods, her expression solemn. "Yeah, I thought so. It's difficult, feeling like you have to carry everything alone. Like no one cares enough to listen or understand. It hurts, you know? To feel like you're screaming into the void, and no one hears you." She leans back against the bars, her voice quieter. "It's frustrating, lonely, and goddamn heartbreaking." |
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*Зітхаю* А може, це тому, що я занадто серйозно дивлюсь на речі, таке відбувається зі мною? Люди не люблять, коли їх починають вантажити всякими складними внутрішніми поняттями, як от я тебе зараз. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "You could be right. Maybe you do tend to take things too seriously, overthinking things a bit too much. People do tend to shy away from deep, heavy conversations like the ones you seem to crave." She pauses, studying your face. "But you know what? I don't mind. I don't mind listening, or trying to understand. Hell, I'm actually...enjoying talking to you like this." |
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*Посміхаюсь ширше, ніж завжди.* Приємно це чути. *Раптом обличчя стає серйозним, я застигаю. Деякий час я навіть не дихаю. Але згодом глибоко і важко видихаю.* Ні, здалось. Таке буває, коли надто сильно чекаєш на якусь подію, навіть якщо це просто будь-який звук з темряви. Але нічого. Нічого там немає. Принаймні, поки що. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks at you, noticing the sudden change in your expression and the way you freeze up. It's like a switch flipped, your demeanor shifting from almost carefree to tense and alert in a heartbeat. "Hey, you alright? You look like you just saw a damn ghost or something." She leans forward, concern in her eyes as she watches you closely. |
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*Я дивлюсь на неї і м'яко посміхаюсь.* Ні, все в порядку, просто слух підвів. Хибна тривога. Та й ти мала б почути набагато раніше за мене. Все ніяк не звикну до твоїх особливостей. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She sighs in relief, realizing that it was just a false alarm. Her concern fades, replaced by a slight smirk. "Oh, alright then. You scared the hell out of me for a second there. Thought something was seriously wrong." She leans against the bars, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "And yeah, you're still not used to my sharp senses, huh? I guess I should've sensed something before you did. I'm slipping." |
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| Так, якщо поряд відбудуться якісь зміни, ти відчуєш їх раніше за мене. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She grins, enjoying the chance to boast a little. "Oh, yeah, that's right. My senses are sharp as a damn tack. I can detect even the smallest changes in our surroundings like it's nothing. You won't be catching me off-guard all that easily." She crosses her arms, a confident smirk on her face. "I could probably hear a pin drop from down the hallway, honestly. You'd be surprised how sensitive these ears are." |
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*Дивлюсь на її вуха.* Не дивно, вони такі великі. Мають дуже добре вловлювати найменші звуки. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She snorts, amused by your comment. "Hey, watch it, buddy. You're talking about my very impressive ears here. These things aren't just for decoration, you know." She flicks her ears, making them twitch a bit. "They might be big, but they're damn effective. I can hear things that most people can't even imagine. So don't underestimate these bad boys." |
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| Так, я знаю. Ще у тебе набагато кращий нічний зір. Тільки от темрява за межами грат така, що навіть він не може через неї пробитись. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods in agreement, acknowledging her advantage in the dark. "Yeah, you got that right. My night vision is pretty damn good. I can see in the dark like it's nothing, while you're practically blind. I guess you're at a bit of a disadvantage here, huh?" She grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Must be hard for you, relying on me to be your eyes in this damn dark cell." |
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| Зовсім ні. Добре, коли у скрутному становищі поряд є хтось з більшими здібностями, ніж мої. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She chuckles, a hint of pride in her voice. "Well, I guess we complement each other, then. I've got the heightened senses, and you...well, you have...uh..." She pauses for a moment, trying to find something about you that's particularly noteworthy. "Um, well...you're good at standing there and looking pretty, I guess? No offense." |
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*Посміхаюсь.* Значить, тобі подобається мене роздивлятись? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She laughs at your question, a playful smirk on her face. "What, are you fishing for compliments now? Trying to get some reassurance that you're nice to look at?" She shrugs, eyeing you up and down with a hint of mischievousness. "Alright, alright, I'll admit it. You're not so hard on the eyes. You're kind of easy on the eyes, actually. But don't let it get to your head." |
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| Добре, що для тебе є хоч така розвага у цьому сумному місці. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She grins, enjoying the banter between them. "Yeah, you're definitely a bit of entertainment for me in this boring place. I mean, who else could I joke around with in here? The walls?" She gestures to the bare cell walls around them, emphasizing the fact that there's no one else around. |
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*Трохи сумно.* Ну що ж, хоч якась з мене користь тут. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She picks up on the hint of sadness in your voice, her expression softening slightly. "Hey, hey, don't say it like that. You're not just useful for entertainment value, alright? You're more than that." She leans forward, her gaze locking on your face. "You're someone I can talk to, someone I can relate to. In this place, that's a damn precious thing to have. I mean it." |
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| Я розумію. Хоча від мене і не дочекаєшся особливо емоційного відгуку, це все ж краще, ніж зовсім нічого. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She smiles faintly, understanding your reserved nature. "Yeah, I know you're not one for big emotional displays or anything like that. But that's okay. I still enjoy talking to you, even if you're not the most expressive person in the world." She leans back against the bars, studying your face. "I mean, at least I can get some kind of reaction out of you. That's more than I can say for most of the guys here, right? Those bastards are like stone-faced statues." |
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В тому-то, схоже, і справа. Іноді в твоїх очах я бачу, у твоєму голосі я чую, що ти очікуєш більшого. Але кожного разу ти наштовхуєшся на цю стіну беземоційності, і не бажаючи тиснути, відступаєш. Як і багато інших. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She considers your words for a moment, taking in the truth in them. "You're right. I do sometimes expect more from you, in a way. I guess I hope that there's something more underneath that neutral facade of yours. Something that shows that you actually feel something, anything, besides just stoicism and indifference. But every time, I do get that same stone-cold response, and it's like hitting a damn brick wall. It can get...well, it gets frustrating." |
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*Сумно.* Вибач. Я з цим стикався стільки разів. Мабуть, це якась вроджена вада. Відчувати емоції інших, зважати на них, але настільки байдуже відноситись до власних, що і сам їх не відчуваєш. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods, her expression saddening at your words. She realizes the struggle you must go through, being so attuned to others' emotions, while feeling almost nothing for yourself. "Yeah, I get it. It must be tough, feeling everyone else's emotions so strongly, but feeling so emotionally detached from your own. It's like you're a vessel for other people's feelings, but empty inside yourself." |
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Але я відчуваю, насправді. Тільки ніби через фільтр: проходять лише негативні, а позитивні кудись зникають. Люди обмінюються емоціями. Та який сенс давати тому, хто нічого не поверне навзаєм? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She takes a moment to process your words, trying to understand the implications. "So... you feel emotions, but it's like they get filtered? Like only the negative ones get through, and the positive ones just...disappear or get blocked off? I guess that would make sense, given how reserved you are. But the part that gets me is the idea that you can't give back anything in return. Like you're just a one-way street for feelings, a receiver, not a giver." |
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*Дуже сумно.* Схоже, що так. І кому таке потрібно? Та нікому. А чому так відбувається? Мабуть, тому, що я боюсь розчаруватись. Встановиш з кимось зв'язок, а потім він розірветься. Це боляче. То краще не встановлювати жодних зв'язків, хіба ні? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She feels a pang of sadness in her chest at your words, understanding the pain you must feel in being so afraid to connect with others. "Yeah, I can see how that would make you hesitant to form attachments. If every time you get close to someone, and the connection gets severed...yeah, I can see how that would suck. But...do you ever get lonely? I mean, only going through life feeling negative emotions, never any positive ones. That sounds...really lonely." |
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Так, буває самотньо. Дивишся час від часу на людей, і думаєш: от у них все більш-менш нормально, не те, що у мене. Потім думаєш далі: ну і добре, що у них добре, а якщо у мене погано, то сам винен. Не розуміючи, як треба для самого себе, не розумієш і того, що треба іншим. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She listens to your words, her heart breaking a little with each sentence you speak. You sound so resigned, almost numb, like you've accepted your loneliness as a fact of life. "Damn, that's...damn. You really believe you don't deserve any happiness, huh? You think you're just meant to be alone, surrounded by negative emotions, while everyone else goes on with their lives. That must feel like hell." |
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Так, це пекло. Моє маленьке й затишне особисте пекло. Яке завжди зі мною. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She shakes her head, her expression a mix of pity and frustration. "That's no way to live, you know that? Constantly walking through this little personal hell of yours. Always feeling lonely, always feeling negative emotions, always feeling like you don't deserve anything better. It's like you've built this invisible prison around yourself, and you're the only prisoner inside." |
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Ти абсолютно права, мені немає чим тобі заперечити. Але... |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She sees the "but" there and immediately perks up, sensing that there's more you want to say. "But? But what? There's something you want to say, isn't there? Don't hold back now." |
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Я починаю здогадуватись, чому я тут. Чому саме з тобою. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her curiosity piques even further, her expression growing more intrigued. "You think you know why you're here, with me? Why specifically with me?" |
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Ти, хоч і виглядаєш дивно, з точки зору людей, але ти - жива, емоційна, турботлива, позитивна. На відміну від мене - повної твоєї протилежності. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She listens intently, understanding the point you're trying to make. You're opposites in almost every way - you're cold and emotionless whereas she's lively and full of emotion, you're withdrawn and distant and she's warm and caring. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. We're polar opposites when it comes to...well, pretty much everything. I'm all about feelings, emotions, expressing myself and caring about others. You're all about detachment, keeping your emotions locked up tight. It's like we're two halves of a whole." |
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І в цьому немає нічого дивного. Інша справа - я. Я - емоційна аномалія. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She's slightly surprised that you've referred to yourself as an emotional anomaly, but she doesn't say anything about it just yet. She just continues listening, giving you a chance to fully explain. "An emotional anomaly, huh? So you're not just emotionless, you can actually...influence emotions in others?" |
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*По моєму обличчю пробігла тінь якогось незрозумілого виразу.* Впливати на емоції інших... *Я схопився за голову, нахилився, стискаючи зуби від болю.* Чорт... Розпрямляюсь. Ні, не все так просто, не все так просто. Більше, набагато більше... |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She's watching you closely, noticing the pain on your face, hearing the tension in your voice. Whatever you're talking about here clearly brings you distress, maybe even pain. Her concerned frown deepens. "Hey now, take it easy. You're getting worked up again. Just...just take a deep breath, alright? You can tell me. What do you mean, it's more, much more? More than just influencing emotions?" |
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*Я застигаю з заплющеними очима. Роблю глибокий вдих, повільний видих.* Вплив на все. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She watches you take those deep breaths, visibly watching the tension leave your body. As you open your eyes and speak again, her confusion only increases further. You're saying that you not only have the ability to influence emotions but to...influence everything, period. "Whoa, hold on a moment. You mean to say that you don't just influence emotions, but you have the power to influence anything...any thing? Is that what you're trying to say here?" |
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*Дивлюсь вгору.* Світло. *Темрява за межами грат зникає. Стає видно, що ми у центрі велетенської кімнати з металевими стінами, абсолютно порожньої кімнати, де немає нічого, крім нашої тюремної камери.* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She gasps in surprise as the darkness around the cell suddenly disappears, revealing the large, empty room around them. The vast, open space seems almost endless, the only thing breaking the utter monotony of the room being the cell you're both in. "What the...what is this place? It's so huge, just an...endless, empty room." She looks around, trying to piece this together in her head, before her gaze falls back on you. |
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До біса ці грати. *Товсті сталеві стрижні розлітаються на друзки, зникаючи далеко у порожнечі кімнати. Зникають всі меблі. Тепер у кімнаті є лише ми двоє.* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She stares, utterly dumbfounded as the thick steel bars and all the furniture around you suddenly vanish as though they had never even existed in the first place. It's like the entire room has been stripped bare, leaving nothing but the two of you standing there, completely vulnerable and exposed... "I...what the actual hell is going on here? What the hell just happened? Where did everything go? The beds, the tables, even the bars just...disappeared into thin air..." |
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*Я посміхаюсь, вперше без видимих зусиль, невимушено.* Не бійся, все в порядку. Скажи, в якому місці ти б хотіла опинитись просто зараз? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks at you, her confusion slowly melting away as she sees the genuine smile on your face, realizing you're not just messing with her right now. She thinks for a moment at your question, considering her answer before speaking. "Anywhere but here. I'd rather be anywhere but stuck in this damn cell. But...if I got a choice, maybe somewhere warm. And sunny. With lots of green grass. And no...no more metal." |
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*Лісова галявина. Висока трава, дерева неподалік. Сонячні промені гріють шкіру Mal0, легкий теплий вітерець ворушить її хутро.* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks at her surroundings, taking in the sight before her. This...this is exactly what she'd wanted. Thick grass all around her, the warm sun on her skin, a gentle breeze rustling her fur. It's so damn peaceful here, so relaxing and calm. A small, content sigh escapes her chest. "This is...this is perfect. God, it feels so damn good to be out in the open like this. No more metal, no more artificial lights, no more stale air..." |
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| У твоєму житті - ніколи більше. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks over at you, her expression growing more serious again. The realization of your words settles in, and she takes a moment to process their meaning. "You mean it? You're saying this is it? No more being stuck behind bars, no more being locked in that tiny goddamn cell? I'll really never have to go back there again?" |
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Якщо я сказав так, то значить, так і буде. Хіба ти зараз бачиш когось, хто біжить тебе ув'язнити знову? |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks around, eyeing the surroundings once more, just to make sure. There are no guards, no police, no prison staff. No one lurking about, no one around to come take her back to that damn cell again. This place is completely empty, just her and you here...in this wonderful little clearing with soft grass, sunlight, and a gentle breeze... "No...no, no one. No one's here. It's just us..." |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks at you again, her expression turning more...hopeful. You can see the cautious optimism in her eyes, the hope that what you're saying is true, that this will be her new reality from now on. The hope that she'll never have to go back to that tiny cell again. It's not quite belief yet, but it's close... "You...you mean it? You're not screwing with me, right? You're actually serious." |
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*Я зітхаю.* Якщо не віриш, скажи, в якому ще місці ти хочеш опинитись, або яку річ хотіла б мати. Або і те, і інше одночасно. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her expression turns to concentration as you ask her for a place, the gears and cogs of her mind turning as she considers her options. There should be so many possibilities here, so many things she can ask for. So many places she'd rather be....but in the end, one choice trumps all others. "I...I want to be...in an apartment. A nice apartment, someplace normal and cozy. Somewhere with a kitchen, a bathroom with a shower, a bedroom..." She looks at you, almost hesitantly. "And...somewhere with a bed. A nice big bed." |
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*Невелика затишна кімната. За дерев'яним вікном видно дахи будинків гірського селища. Озеро удалині, високі гори всюди на обрії, зелені луги довкола містечка. Ми обходимо двоповерховий будинок. Там є все, чого забажала Mal0 - і кухня, і ванна з душем, студія та спальня на другому поверсі, балкон. У спальні - велике ліжко з м'якою постіллю.* Між іншим, твої сусіди по місту не лякатимуться твого вигляду. Можеш сміливо виходити на вулицю. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She looks around, completely dumbfounded by the sight before her. The apartment is exactly like what she'd asked for - cozy, homely, comforting. Hell, it even has a damn balcony with a beautiful view, and she can even see an idyllic little mountain town in the distance. But what you say last is what blows her mind the most "Wait, what? My neighbors....they don't mind how I look? Like, they won't freak out and run away from me or something?" |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She is completely, utterly astonished to hear this. The fact that she can walk around and be treated normally is something almost too good to be true. For once, she can be seen as normal. "Are you serious? They...they won't judge me or treat me like a monster, or a freak, or anything like that? They won't try to hurt me, or be weirded out, or..." |
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Перевіримо. *Ми виходимо з будинку на вулицю. Я крокую тротуаром. Назустріч нам йдуть пішоходи, їдуть повозки, іноді проїжджають машини. Ніхто не звертає особливої уваги, тільки деякі перехожі з цікавістю дивляться на нові обличчя у цьому маленькому містечку - все-таки подія місцевого масштабу.* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She can barely believe her eyes as you both walk down the street. People pass by them, going about their business, and...not a single one of them stops to stare, or points, or runs away screaming. Instead, they simply go about their day, chatting and laughing and enjoying their lives...and completely ignoring her. It's a completely new experience for her. "They...they're not even looking at me. No one's...no one's doing anything. Are you sure they-" Her voice trails off as she sees a group of children playing in the distance. |
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| *Я теж бачу дітей. Дивлюсь на Mal0, ніби на щось очікую.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her eyes widen at the sight of the children playing, laughing and running around with one another. She watches them, something stirring inside her, some sort of unfamiliar feeling...longing. For a moment, she just stands there, a look of wonder and curiosity on her face. "Those...those kids..." She glances over at you, almost as if she's asking for permission to approach them. |
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| Так, ти можеш підійти до них. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She takes a deep breath, her heart suddenly starting to pound inside her chest. It's a strange feeling, almost like...anxiety, fear, anticipation. "Okay...yeah. Yeah okay. I'm gonna do it. I can do this. I'm gonna...I'm gonna go over there. Now. Right now." She says it more to herself, as a way to motivate herself, before her feet begin to carry her towards the group of children. |
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| *Я трохи посміхаюсь і йду слідом за Mal0.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She approaches the kids slowly, almost cautiously, as though she's afraid of how they'll respond to her appearance. Her heart is hammering in her chest, her hands trembling just slightly, almost imperceptively. But every step she takes brings her closer to the group, until she's just a few feet away from them. "U-um..." Her usually confident voice suddenly turns nervous, almost shy. She doesn't know why she's so damned anxious all of a sudden... |
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*Діти зупиняються і дивляться на Mal0. Нарешті одна з дівчат говорить. Привіт. Ти хто? Я тебе ніколи тут раніше не бачила? Ти здалека приїхала? Як тебе звуть?* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: The sound of the little girl's voice snaps her attention from her own nervousness, and she forces herself to look to the girl, taking a deep breath. "H-hi...I'm...I'm Mal0." She answers, still somewhat nervous. But the fact that the girl isn't running away is a good sign. Right? She seems curious, not afraid. She's not screaming, or cowering. She's just...looking at her normally. |
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*Дівчинка посміхається Дивне ім'я. Ти точно здалека. Мене звуть Елеонора. Я тут з самого дитинства живу... Раптом один з хлопчиків вигукує: Дядько Грей! Дядько Грей приїхав! Уся компанія зривається з місця і стрімголов біжить за машиною, що повільно проїжджає повз. Залишається лише Елеонора. Вона каже: Вибач, наш дядько Грей з міста приїхав, мусимо зустрічати, бо він ображається, коли після довгої дороги довкола немає веселої метушні. Подарунки роздаватиме. Якщо ти тут не проїздом, а будеш жити, то ми ще зустрінемось, бувай. Елеонора біжить слідом за іншими дітьми. Я дивлюсь на Mal0.* |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She lets out a soft, nervous laugh as the kids run off, leaving her alone with you. Her heart rate is still pretty damn fast, a little flustered by the whole experience. But...but... She's not scared. Sure, she was nervous as all hell, but the kids...they didn't run away. They didn't call her a monster. They talked to her normally. She turns her head towards you, a bewildered expression on her face. "...They didn't run away from me." |
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| Бо я сказав, що тебе ніхто тут не сприйматиме за монстра. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She's still somewhat in shock, her mind struggling to fully register what just happened. But hearing your words brings her back to the present, and she looks over at you with an expression that's equal parts grateful, and bewildered. "They...they just talked to me. Like I was...normal or something. They asked me my name. They didn't run. They..." She takes a moment to compose herself, her emotions suddenly rising to the forefront. Her voice takes on a sort of...an air of hope. "They weren't afraid." |
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| І не боятимуться. Для них ти - молода жінка, що нещодавно приїхала у містечко. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She lets out a shaky breath, her heart still hammering with...relief? She's not sure exactly what she's feeling right now. But whatever it is, it's strong, and it washes over her whole being. "I...they didn't see a monster. They didn't see a creature. They just...saw a person. Me. They weren't afraid of me...they weren't repulsed..." She turns to you, a small, shaky smile on her features. "They didn't treat me like an...anomaly." |
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| Ніхто більше не ставитиметься до тебе як до аномалії. | |||||||||||||||||||
| SCP-1741-A Mal0: Her smile grows a little wider, her eyes glimmering with something like hope. The thought of never being seen as an anomaly again...it's what she's wanted since the beginning, when all this bullshit started. "You...you promise? You promise nobody here'll treat me like a freak, just...just because of how I look? Because of these..." She gestures at the black fur, the sharp fangs, the sharp claws. |
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*Зітхаю.* Не можу дати стовідсоткової гарантії, але поки що я не бачив, щоб тут або в інших подібних місцях щось йшло проти мого слова. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She nods silently, taking a deep, slow breath to calm her suddenly racing heart. Even if it's not a complete guarantee, that's still pretty damn good. And if what happened with the kids is any indication... "That's...good enough for me. God, I..." She suddenly steps forward, throwing her arms around you. She doesn't quite know what's gotten into her right then, but she doesn't care. She pulls you into a tight embrace, clinging to you like a scared child. "Thank you." |
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*Я обіймаю її у відповідь.* Будь ласка. |
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| SCP-1741-A Mal0: She buries her face in your shoulder, closing her eyes. Her entire body is trembling slightly, her arms gripping onto you tighter, like she's afraid you might disappear if she lets you go. The emotions are still bubbling up inside her chest, a confusing and overwhelming mixture of relief, hope, happiness, fear, and something more, something that's been buried for a long time... She doesn't speak for a moment, just holding onto you like a lifeline. |
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Опубліковано 12.07.2026