Hot Lava! | SCP-1768
3/6/202626 min
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[suspenseful music] The woman's cries are starting to grate on my nerves, but she has every right to be freaked out, so I can't blame her. Please, I don't wanna die. She screeches from her perch on the garbage can. She's lucky there's a lid, or she'd be standing in the thing. Yeah. No shit, lady. The angry dad on one of the picnic tables shouts. None of us want to die. Daddy, are we going to die? The angry dad's small son asks. The kid can't be more than six or seven. No, Dennis, we aren't going to die. The angry dad replies, his eyes shooting nothing but hate at the still screeching woman. Then that same hate is aimed at me. Why won't someone come get us? The woman screams. Please, someone come and help us. "Because that worked so well the last time," I mumble to myself. I glance around the public park, clocking the park goers who are just as stranded as I am. The screeching lady on the garbage can, the angry dad and his son on the picnic table, the two teens, a boy and a girl, on a second picnic table. The girl huddled on the slide. She hasn't looked up or made a peep since I arrived. And me, a goddamn Foundation agent trapped on the monkey bars. If I get out of this alive, I have a feeling I'll be pulling mop duty for a year before