scatterbrained. - SCP Foundation

Lately I've not been feeling so good

Like I'm just random knots in wood

I'm careful where I crawl

If nothing else at all

(Lemon Demon - Scatterbrained)

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F.A.Q.

your eyes glance upon the empty page. you've been taking this class for months, and you know the dead lines are strict.

The art of creation, and the

there is nothing there.

there is nothing there still, no matter what you press nothing comes out.

why wont it work? its due at midnight sharp. just one page.

you look at your watch. its only six o'clock. you have time to waste. you stand up and walk

to the

to the kitchen.

you open your fridge. you need to get your thoughts together

there is nothing that catches your eye. you're hungry

your throat is parched. you'll just get some water.

you open up your cabinet and grab an empty mug.

you fill it up with cold water.

the water sloshes around in its cup, threatening to spill onto the floor

glug, glug, glug

ah.

its nice and cold. its all good. you check the time.

its only 7. you have more time.

you sit back down at your desk and stare at the paper.

nothing?

The art of creation, and the

nothing.

maybe youll get inspiration. you turn on your phone, the brightness stunning you.

fuck, too bright.

you sigh, before turning down the brightness, just bearable enough for you to stare at.

you see a post.

something happened somewhere.

look, your mutual said something funny

god, what am i doing?

you continue to scroll.

okay, enough of this shit. time to

sigh. nothing. you turn off your phone, putting it aside. it buzzes

bzzt.

bzzt.

bzzt.

focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. you tap your pencil against the desk. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. no, not those words. you erase them. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. that's an awful transition. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. i need a break. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus. focus.

you check the time.

it is nine pm. better finish that paper.

……………….

you look outside.

its late out. you need to finish that paper.

The art of creation, and the art of destruction. As we all know, everything must come to an end, but also

that's just awful.

you erase it, no, you can do better than this. you had all week on this paper.

right?

right?

…

maybe like this, yeah…

…

shit, no, its I before E…

…

no, no. that's just bad.

you sigh, blowing off the pencil shavings.

the page is once again empty. hours have passed

and yet

nothing has worked.

you'll just go to bed, you're tired. you glance at the paper.

your failures surmount to more than your greatest success.

bloody hell.

its too late for this shit.

you'll just deal with this in the morning.