>>5502143You continue on, through the bustling Anomaly Reception, down the thankfully straight corridors, all the way to the D-Wing. You notice some clocks as you walk by, and notice that you’ve only been gone for a couple hours. It feels like longer. You could have sworn you were stuck in that place for hours, but the clocks now read only 5, and you spent at least an hour just going over everything in the testing chamber. What the hell was that place?
You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t realise that you’re not being lead straight to the D-Wing. You only get shaken from your thoughts when a man in front of you starts talking.
“Well, what’ll it be? Don’t think I’ve seen you before. Lucky you. Do I have to do a catch-up or are you able to figure things out for yourself?”
>I, um, what?The man in front of you is a little overweight, sitting behind what seems to be a small booth built into the wall, with all sorts of knick-knacks stacked and hanging from shelves around him. The room looks extremely cramped but he's sitting very comfortably. You’re in some corridor you don’t recognise and there’s nobody around but you. He’s… some kind of goods seller?
The guard next to you speaks up.
“Sorry Dave. This one’s a newbie. Not a dummy though, since he made it through. Just give him a list and we’ll be done.”
“Oh, good.” Somehow “Dave” makes himself sound relieved and menacing all in one.
“So then, what’ll it be? List is right here.” He points to a clipboard hanging from the wall. It has a small list of items on it. You can’t figure out what exactly you’re supposed to be doing here. Before you can open your mouth Dave interrupts.
“No Ushankas though, we’re all out of those.”
The guard beside you coughs. “You never have them.”
Dave shrugs. “I still sell them.”
“No you don’t. Never seen one here and never seen anyone wear them.”
“Maybe I only sell them to my most special customers.”
The guard remains silent. You take this as your opportunity to speak up.
>Um, what am I supposed to be doing here?Dave chuckles. “Knew he was a thick one.”
“Shut up.”
Dave turns to you.
“Your reward. Didn’t they tell you? D-Class who survive testing get a goodybag. Now, what do you want?”
You have a look at the list. Weird guy, but you won’t complain to his face.
Choose your reward.
>Packet of cigs. You don’t recognise the company.>Chocolate. Tasty.>Flask of whiskey. You could do with a drink.>Branded SCP Foundation Mug. What? 