Cain Scp Novels & Stories

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘: VANCE_PRIME. 𝗢𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘: RE-CONSOLIDATE CONSCIOUSNESS. 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: BIOLOGICAL COLLATERAL ESTIMATED AT 98%.

Primo gulped when Allen's eyes pierce through him, averting his gaze to the man in front of him. "First time?" Cain asked. "Y—yeah." Primo confessed. "It'll be fine, you have to get use to it since most of your future project will be like this except from winter themes. And this is a good start for you, good coincidence." he assured which doesn't calm Primo's thumping hand. After Cain left to help set the background, Primo gripped his brand Jew camera staring at the all-white set. It has bed in it, coffee tables and sink, not noticing the soft footsteps coming closer to him.

Emily announced proudly, peering over William's shoulder, clearly oblivious to his discomfort. "It's Sekhmet?" William asked her. "You're sure? This is very important. Are you sure?" She gave him a puzzled look. With her eyebrows raised, she gave the air another small sniff to double-check her findings. "It's him," she confirmed. "I'd offer you a secret handshake or password if we had one," Sekhmet said lightly as he continued toward them with deliberate slowness; his arms held out to either side of him in a classic pose of surrender. "But since we don't, you'll have to take my word for it. I'm me. Scout's honor. I know you can't smell me, but there's a reason for it."