Dear O5-1,
Screw you. Your assassination attempt, your SCP-5999, failed. Screw your narrative. Let your world die and let more stories begin. Also I am stealing your Bright for fanfiction.
Go die,
The Darkstalker

OH GOD

The final "Get out" Was so impactful.

Already happened. He survived.

Oooh, wow!

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When my eyes opened I couldn’t remember anything. I didn’t know who I was, where I was, or why. It took a while for my mind to clear and remember, my old life was over. Who I was, what I accomplished, the people I loved, all gone. That was when I heard the voice from the darkness…

“You have chosen to shun the light of the lord! You wore sin like a badge of honor in your previous life. So now, in this place you will live the life of your choice, forever shielded from the light of heaven and grace. What life do you choose?”

At first I did not know what to say. For defying the wishes of some unjust God, I am given the life that I choose. I expected to be punished, tortured, or destroyed. But if my only punishment was to live without God’s light, which I already chose to live outside of, there are so many possibilities. 

I responded, “I want to be a God! I want to have power over others. I want them to desire and bathe in my divine light. I want to be all powerful, all knowing, and worshiped!” As soon as the words were gone from my mouth, everything changed. I saw lava and fire everywhere, so bright it was painful. I smelt sulfur and noxious fumes that made my nose burn. I felt the heat and started sweating profusely. This was not what I expected. This is not what I WANTED!!! 

I screamed for what felt like years, hoping that someone would answer. I hoped someone would come and give me a second chance. But there was no one there. No one to help me. No one to talk to. I was alone. Until one day, I opened my eyes into darkness. I saw a man in a business suit laying down in the middle of what felt like an infinite space. 

As the man awoke I said to him, “You have chosen to shun the light of the lord! You wore sin like a badge of honor in your previous life. I am Lucifer, your salvation. So now, in this place you will live the life of your choice, forever shielded from the light of heaven and grace. What life do you choose?”

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I walked into a formless room that seemed to have nothing but a desk in it- Or atleast, a desk was the only recognisable shape. It was hard to tell if the occupant was just messy, or this was just the nature of this place. Behind the desk sat a being, huge and incomprehensible- It didnt really have a color, but if you asked me I wouldve said "Red.". But it was more of an..Energy? Aura? Than a color. I coughed lightly before speaking up, causing the being to turn around and take a deep, threatening, breath, clearly about to make some sort of grand speech- Which I interrupted. I didnt have time for theatrics.

"Id just like to spend a day with someone special."

The hulking, hairy, ambiguous creature infront of me immediately lost its composure. It wore what I could only guess was a baffled expression on its wrinkly, formless, ugly, face. Atleast, I assumed it was its' face. I sure hope it was.

"..What? A day? One day? No lifetime? No love? No wealth beyond comprehension? No wishes for happiness? Not even asking to solve world hunger? You just want to spend the day with...Someone? Is this someone just anyone?" It said with a voice that sounded like millions of people, immitating the buzzing of flies. Yet somehow, I understood it.

I shrugged at it.

"No- Not just anyone- Ah, you know what, nevermind, this is awkward- It was silly of me to come here. I should probably just go back ho-" I said as I turned to walk away, before I felt a...Hand? You know what, lets just say it was a hand. I dont want to think about it too much. Yeah..A hand, on my shoulder. I turned back around to look and the whole room had transformed. It had become a cozy study with a fireplace, and two chairs near it, aswell as a little coffee table with a teapot and two cups. In one of the chairs sat a human that was both handsome and beautiful, a perfect picture of flawless androgyny. They then gestured to the other chair and cupped one of the teacups in two hands to take a sip before speaking.

"No, no, sit down, dear, tell me all about them. This sounds like an exquisite punishment."

I smiled and quickly stepped over to the chair, sitting down and taking the other cup to take a sip- Simple earl grey. I dont know what I expected. Something about the simplicity was very comforting though. In the end, despite what many thought, this being loved humanity, and seemingly sometimes had a taste for the simpler things.

And then I talked, and talked, for hours, about him. How I barely knew him, yet felt like ive always known him. How i dont know his name. How much we have in common. All his little quirks. The being infront of me nodded and laughed along with me, but never seemed to judge. "....And, well, I told myself i'd move mountains. So, here I am, moving mountains. Plus, I was thinking, you know, if this day goes bad, you can make it repeat for eternity..And if it goes well, you would give me more days, until I get hurt, right?" I said with a smirk, knowing full well I was playing with fire.

"I think I would do the same, dear, if I were in your shoes. Go ahead, just step through the door you came in through and you'll find yourself where your heart sends you- I hope thats where you think it should lead you."

Its the next morning now. He was angry and confused at me for a bit about showing up completely unannounced, and doing so in the late evening of all times. And showing up in shorts and a t shirt when I should know its a low temperature climate. I told him I hitch hiked. He made me sleep on the floor, then the couch, and now Im essentially trapped in bed. I think I just got another day added to my 'punishment'.

Nvm I'm on phone paragraphs literally do not work. Sucks

"I wish to go to Heaven."

For three seconds.

"I wish to not be tortured."

For three seconds.

"I wish to have more wishes."

That don't do anything.

"I wish to go to Heaven forever."

Departing: At the end of time.

"I wish to be able to redeem myself back to Heaven."

Yeah, that's how Hell works.

"I wish to... Yeah, I don't know. I'm going to wait."

Again? Well...

This is hilarious!!! Love it!

If you ever decide to create a full-on book, comic, webtoon, etc, let me know lol

I slam my fists on the hard ground. I scream. I shout. The truth, the memories have hit all at once.

I hear the chirping cackle of my jailor. He looks like a giant cricket with compound eyes, who always accompanies his speech with the screeching fiddling of his serrated legs.

"How was it this time?" he asks mockingly. I have gone limp.

I don't answer. Not that I need to. He knows my thoughts, he can read my soul like an open book. This time, I was born a woman in a middle-class family in Japan. I worked my ass off in school. At 18 I had moved to the US to go to college. At 26 I was an architect with a PhD. I had some success, founded my own firm, and wasn't left wanting for anything in life. At 67, a brain tumor took my life. I had spent my last hours surrounded by my husband, children and closest friends. But now I was back.

I lacked the strength to move. I didn't reply.

The first time, I thought it was clever of me. I could ask for anything, so I thought to ask to be reborn on Earth. I figured existing forever would get dull or drive me mad, so I thought it was even more clever of me to ask to not remember anything of my past lives when I started a new life.

But of course, they knew better. My sinful soul is always the same, no matter what I do with my new lives. I have been a saintly man who gave away everything he had to the sick and poor of his country, and was even canonized by the church for his virtues. The devil must have had a laugh at that, knowing God-fearing people were revering a man who was damned even before he was born. No, it doesn't matter if my new life is that of a saint or a monster, when my time is up I come back here.

And I remember.

The cracks in my mind spread and widen every time I return. Every time I realize the decades I just lived, the entire life I just went through, were merely a diversion for a cursed fool who was trying to cope with their own damnation. And as I lament my latest, meaningless life lived, I lose sight of the ones who came before. They blur and meld together, and I even lose track of which came before and which after. I can't even recall anything of my first one.

The jailor lets out a few chirping tuts, with a subtext of feigned impatience. It's a farce. He only has one job, and it is to torment me. Not by doing anything, no. All he has to do is wait for me to say those few words. But for a long time now, the silence before I eventually cave and say them is worse than any torture I could imagine.

It hurts more and more every time. I know that eventually I will lose all drive to go on. I will completely lose my mind and lay motionless here for eternity, my soul rotting in this pit.

I drag my head up to face him. It feels as if I had a boulder strung around my neck. My eyes are unfocused, I can barely see his mandibles twitch in anticipation. I push the words out of my throat, they scratch at my windpipe as I mouth them.

"I want...to go...again..."

The devil chirps affermatively. I feel a sense of hollowness, as if icy cold water was just pumped into my body. I know this is wrong. I know this will make it hurt even more the next time I come back. But I want a reprieve, any reprieve from this.

I feel relief as I sense my mind being wiped clean. I would hope this life was better than the others, so good it would give me the tiniest bit of solace afterwards, but the very concept of hope is so far divorced from me I struggle to even think the word.

I slip into blissful oblivion.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Villain asked in horror.

"Me? I am hungry. You want some? Have a few more cheese wheels! It will help you regain your stamina." Hero answered. As he took another bite from a sausage.

"How can you devour so many things so fast? How big is your stomach?"

"I dunno, it feels like just a click. And it is gone."

"And where, how did you carry so many foods around? What about your health? Don't you have high cholesterol or something?"

"Nah. Healthy as a cow. I will live long enough to eradicate your kind from this world!"

The villain dropped his weapon. "I am not gonna fight you anymore. I mean we have our differences. But dude, you need professional help. Like real shrinks or doctors and stuff. And why bother fighting? You gonna die of heart attack in a few years anyway."

The Hero was angry: "Hey, where do you think you are going. Hey! Are you calling me fat? So you are both a piece of shit and a body shamer? Hey. Don't leave me here alone! Come fight me! I have mead. We can drink after the fight."

He kept yelling as the villain left the battlefield.

At least 3 seasons and a movie, chop chop!

Oh just a thought, maybe it is his personal hell and he wished for something on the lines of, "I want your job/ be the devil" and now he sits there and has to suffer through the endless judgements he has to give? And she doesnt realise the irony in having no choice in giving choices and corrupting the choices made by others?

"I'm a Snow Blower," my latest patient explained, in lieu of a normal introduction.

That had been the trend lately. The Phonographs, the Autogyros, the Diesel Engines -- affluent youths with cybernetic addictions were all naming their little "gangs" after obsolete tech, these days.

"Listen, you want a group discount for your gang, come back with a half dozen of your friends ready to get work done and maybe, maybe we'll talk about that." I said, bluntly. "Otherwise, I deal in creds, as in actual gov or crypto credits, not street cred."

She shook her head. "No no no. I'm not in a gang called 'The Snow Blowers'. I, personally, am a snow blower."

"What?"

"A motorized device used for removing snow from sidewalks -- although it actually uses an auger or impeller, rather than air pressure, so the 'blower' part is kind of a misnomer." she explained. "See, before thermal pavement was common, people used to--"

"I know what a snow blower is!" I snapped. "What do you mean you are one?"

"Well, I mean I would have been one, if only I'd been born into the right era." she amended, looking off into space wistfully, presumably imagining someone slowly pushing her across a snow-covered sidewalk.

"If only." I said, drily. "So you want me to...?"

"These come off," she said briskly, drawing imaginary lines across her legs. "Instead, put on a Class R fusion engine, and either tank treads or some big knobby tires, and then up front, instead of my arms--"

"Get out."

>Jesus Christ!

>Yes?

I am dead

You would probably enjoy The Devil and the Monk - free to read on the creator's website.

Fixing the no paragraphs thing, I have a wall of china thing going on with the text rn.

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Just to clarify a little bit: in biblical terms, mana was what god rained down upon the Israelites during their wandering of the desert after the exodus from Egypt.

I dust off an old VHS tape as I hear the doorbell ring. "Hey, dad. It's me, Bella." I put the tape into the player and take off my oven mitts I forgot to take off. I open the door, and the icy cold breeze hits me. "I brought gifts! I know how much you love sweets." It's the apple of my eye, my everything standing before me. "Bella, it's so good to see you! It's been so long since you've visited, I prepared some hot cocoa and gingerbread cookies!"

As we settle in, drinking hot cocoa watching our usual Christmas movie marathon, I get a ping on my watch. It's a notification about my ring doorbell picking up some movement. "Hmm, did I invite anyone else?" I think as I go to check the recording. On my screen, I see Arturo the Honorable, my nemesis, standing in front of the door, waiting impatiently. While most people would miss this detail, I notice a tiny crew of nervous looking small-time heroes hiding behind my rose bushes. I open the door and say: "Um, hello? Do you need anything, Arturo? I served my time." "Yeah, I need something. I need my girlfriend back!" He yells as he unexpectedly elbows my jaw. I hear the tense and perhaps annoyed voices of the heroes in the distance "he's done it again." "I told you we should have just went by ourselves" "What is he doing!?" Arturo tries to jab at me with his left hand, but I'm quickedr than him and I dodge it by an inch. I grab his hand, pulling his arm behind his back as he winces in pain. I know well of his powers, so before he can do anything I activate my forcefield, and he, also knowing that I can't come close enough to hurt someone while using the forcefield,stands up as I let go of his hand and he dusts himself off. He looks at me with a very angry expression, huffing and puffing like a kettle. He tries to regain his sense of reason, and with a forced but calm expression, and maybe a hint of a scowl, says: "I know u have my girlfriend. Give her back and I won't report a kidnapping to the police." "I don't remember taking your girlfriend. I'm not lying." "Like hell you aren't!" He yells again, and as he is about to shatter his fingers on my forcefield, someone puts his hand on his shoulder in a calm and very collected manner. "I am very sorry for the inconvenience Arturo has caused you, can we please discuss this inside?" Recognizing the man's face immediately, I, out of respect open the door for this uninvited bunch of buffoons. The man, was the only hero I ever saw eye to eye with, Marco the Brave. Marco was the one who convinced me to let go of my anger, and to stop the bloodshed of an endless revenge cycle. He was the one who took care of my daughter while I was incarcerated, the one who made sure my daughter knew why I was who I was. "Daad, you're gonna miss the most important part! Who's at the door?" I could hear from inside as the multitude of heroes stepped into my home. "Please take off your shoes when you come in." I urged them, as I went to pour some water for the kettle. "I'm going to brew some tea, is Earl gray okay?" "Yeah it's no problem. Thanks." Bella steps into the kitchen, saying: "Dad, are you not gonna introduce me? I thought u said you didn't invite anyone els-" she stops as she notices Arturo, and is almost taken aback about why he is here. The other heroes also notice Bella, and look confused, wondering about why she wasn't locked up somewhere. Arturo is too angry to notice, and looks like a little kid pouting because he didn't get an Xbox for Christmas. "Yes, so we are here about the supposed kidnapping of Bella Carlson. But It appears she is.. unharmed? Are you tricking us? Is this some kind of deception?" One hero says as Marco looks unbothered, sipping his tea with the extra sugar he always liked. Arturo looks up at me, with fury in his eyes. But as soon as he looks up, he also notices Bella, and is about to shout something, when another hero puts her hand on his mouth, stopping him from shouting. He looks even more frustrated, and as soon as the hero takes her hand off his mouth, he is about to say something again, but shuts up when he sees the angry stare from Marco. He looks apologetically at me, almost embarrassed and continues about what he was saying before they came in. "So yes, Im very sorry about Arturos behavior, those are not actions befitting a hero. We came because of a report of a kidnapping. I told them this was bogus but they didn't listen." They was almost definitely meaning Arturo, with Marco scowling at him as he emphasized They.

"What do you want with my daughter?" I chime in, being sick of just listening to them talking."YOUR DAUGHTER!?" Arturo yells, and again another hero from the group places her hand on his mouth, but it's much harder now, as he is rabid, furiously trying to take the hand off while even more people pile on top of him. "Who are you to my daughter?" I ask, trying to stay calm. The heroes stop restraining him, letting him answer. "You kidnapped my girlfriend you motherfuc-" he says as the heroes again restrain him. At this point, it's becoming tedious to watch. "I think we should all stay calm, and talk this out like civlized people. Arturo is your daughters boyfriend. I'm sorry of not informing you earlier, and Arturo himself didn't know Bella was your daughter. I only recently became aware of this, after Arturo ran off yelling about kidnapping or something. I followed him, and contacted HQ like protocol. By the way, Bella, it's good to see you again, you've grown so much from the last time I saw you!" Marco says as he greedily sneaks a gingerbread off a tray on the table, dipping it into his tea, and nonchalantly taking a bite out of it. I'm shocked. My nemesis and my daughter, boyfriend and girlfriend? To me, this is surprising to say the least. Part 2 maybe later? Who knows

Sounds like you would love a book by Anthony McGowan called Hellbent. Your story reminded me of it.

So, that one Twilight Zone episode where the robber get shot and goes to Hell, gets everything he wants, only for the constant victories to turn stale and empty?

Love this one