Trigger Warning: One (1) mention of Dr. Jack Bright.

Dr. Sieus receives a message, this time, it's not Draven fucking with him. Instead, it informs the man that something fucked up has happened.
"Dear Sieus, your knowledge in anomaly detecting amazes me, and I want you to investigate this." The message read, as the image below the text showcased a tunnel. There was a plaque on the roof of it, which informed the reader that this tunnel takes you to 'SAG109'. "SAG 109?" Dr. Sieus thought, confused. "This can't be real. I've been working here for years now, and I've never been informed of this... Sector." He said to himself.
The man and the machine writes back: "Where is this located? Where are you located?" and the messenger replies: "Near the east laboratory in your current site. What?". Dr. Sieus thinks about whether he should go, but decides otherwise The machine sits up, taking a lantern and a few batteries in a bag. Unprepared, they were, but does it really matter now?
They walk to the location, a creepy grin on their face. They arrive at the tunnel, darkness filling it's entirety. "Kind of reminds me of SCP-1111-VC..." Says Dr. Sieus, investigating to see if there's anything dangerous around. going right in. The smell was putrid, and the floor felt like moist dirt. As the lantern they held shined the path a slight bit, they stumble upon a hole at the end of the tunnel. It seemed to go down forever and ever, one thing that the two hated, due to both having acrophobia.
...
"THIS IS ANTI CLIMATIC." Admits the machine, Dr. Sieus agreeing with a nod. It seems like being quiet was the best option at the moment, as something, or someone, pushes them down the hole.


A man walks to a bar. The bartender greets: "Welcome, gentlemen!". The man replies: "Gentlemen? There's just me!" The machine replies: "WHY ARE WE IN A BAR?" ...
The bartender, wearing a white-grey mask with three holes for his mouth and dark eyes, greets: "Hello there, gentle sires!". "Don't call ME that." Dr. SieMachineSieuMachin
The bartender, wearing a bright orange suit, greets: "My name is Dr. Jack Bright!". Dr Sieus is utterly confused: "Who..?"
"Oh, lost in the sauce, aren't we?" The bartender says, as the floor becomes ketchup. SieMAahcinneeSieus falls through the floor.
The bartender, a white woman, greets: "Welcome, gentlemen!". "WHO IS THIS." Asks the machine of youth. "I'm Lilith, Lily for short!" She replies enthusiastically. "NOT ANOTHER...!"
The bartender, a horse, greets: "Yeehaw, buckaroos! Get yerself sum' drinks!". Dr Sieus doesn't want anything to do with this horse.
The bartender, the bartender, is one of the 30 playable anomalies in Sieus' World. He is a scrapped concept, as there is no such thing as SCP-109-SAG.
Bothered, God was. Thankfully, there came in the bartender, with a fresh new Machine. 300 grams of calories.
The bartender, wearing a white-grey mask with three holes for his mouth and dilated eyes, greets: "You've been here for a while now."
"Why are you doing this to us?" Asks Sieus.
"...For the shits and giggles, of course."
"...ARE YOU FROM SCP-2264?" The machine interrupts.
"I'M FAR FROM IT!" Replies the bartender, holding up SCP-035. "NOT SO MUCH NOW..."
"..I... Don't believe in you..."
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"..I... Don't believe in you..."
Dr. Sieus wakes up in a sewer.

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Pub: 07 Apr 2025 16:31 UTC
Edit: 25 Apr 2025 13:05 UTC