FINALE

[foundationmods]

[And finally, after everything...it's over.

Everything is back to how it should be, once you exit out of the door behind the Waterfall. There are so many Monsters around, all of them excited and running around. Some are wondering what happened - some are just overwhelmed.

But, regardless....they're alive. They're here, after so much time. All of Monsterkind, back where they should be.

And everyone who you've lost...

They're back. They're back.

You have overcome so much. You have suffered through so much, and seen to the other side.

But now, for the first time in a long, long time...

...The Future is truly the brightest it's ever been.

No more pain. Only....forward, into wherever you go from here.

Though there is still so much to fix....there is still, as always...

Hope, and Dreams.

Hold onto those...

....And there's nothing you can't accomplish.]


SCP: THE FOUNDATION

THE END.

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[relentlesslyonwards]

[It's strange to think that his time here might be at an end. After he caught word of how their worlds could be accessed once again, a complicated mix of feelings welled up within him as he reflected on everything that's happened since he got here. (About two years? Has it really been that long already?) And in the intervening time, a great deal had also changed, with the state of the world as a whole and with himself; so, suddenly being able to return home and see the faces of his classmates once again--

Well. The prospect is as daunting as it is welcome.

That's probably why he's spent the past couple days wandering around different areas of Site 2, like he's taking in the sights again even as the slightest hint of nostalgia colors his features. He's not really doing anything particularly out of the ordinary otherwise, but he will wave as a greeting if he recognizes you or something decides to approach.

Sometime later in the afternoon, Rean can be found by the exit of the site with his ARCUS open as he speaks into the device. He's not taking any particular care to be discreet, but he speaks quietly enough to the receiver that it might be hard to catch what he's saying unless someone sneaks up on him or something. Either way, if the call isn't interrupted, he'll just quietly make his way off the site.]

[accrowed]

[ Who are you trying to fool here, Rean? There's only one person you could be calling on that thing. For now, that is. Give it a few more hours and that number will grow into the double digits. 'course, in that same amount of time he'll probably stop answering any calls, but, hey. That's not something either of them has to think about right now.

One ring... two rings... three... four... and he picks up! ]

Yo, I figured you'd be giving me a call about now. So, what's up? Wear the floor down so far you need a hand getting out of the hole?

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Look, let him pretend he's being subtle okay!! He can meet clandestinely(?) with senpai only so many more times before their departure, let him live.

When Crow picks up and greets him with that familiar teasing, he can't stop a small smile from forming on his face. It technically hasn't been that long since they last saw each other, but hearing the amiability in Crow's voice combined with the revelation that they'd be able to go home... well, it takes him back. Before the Foundation, and before everything had gotten complicated back home--like they were just classmates again, meeting up to just hang out at Kirsche's or to walk back home to the dorm.

It's probably because of this that his tone's just as light in response, even if it doesn't quite hit the same level of playfulness as Crow's.]

Well, you do still owe me on that interest... [One day he will stop bringing that up, but clearly today is not that day.]

But anyway, I thought I'd check in with you. You received the memo about our world too, right?

[accrowed]

[ Rean can pretend all he wants, they both know the truth!! Which is that when it comes to his friends, Rean's always going to be a worry wort. It'd be endearing if, y'know, he weren't an adult who could make his own (often terrible) choices.

... though it's a little endearing anyway. ]

Oh man. You'll never really let that go, will you? [ He never imagined he'd be paying back interest on a 50 mira loan for the rest of his life. There's a bittersweet quality to his tone that he doesn't bother masking. They both know what going back means—he's never going to just stop what he's doing and rejoin class VII and Rean's unlikely to join his side, but the camaraderie they've shared here has been... nice.

Nostalgic, too. He shakes his head gently before answering Rean's last question. ] Anyway, I did. You must've been pretty excited when you heard the news. It's been, what, two years since you last saw your friends? More?

If you wanna start bawlin', go right ahead. I won't blame you.