1 - Morals and Legal Ages

*Characters: Stone, West, Willow*

Dr. Stone walked through the halls of the site, fiddling with a pack of matches. She stopped suddenly as she heard loud voices coming from one of the staff rooms along the hallway. As Stone drew closer to the source she heard Dr. West’s voice.

“HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY! YOU ARE NOW EXPENDABLE!” Seconds later, she heard “Exactly, you're old enough to drive and get in a car crash on your own accord, you're old enough to test deadly creatures as a D-Class!” It was Researcher Willow. Stone slowly opened the door, and stood watching the chaos.

“THOSE- Those are completely different things, for the most part, and you know that, Willow!” West’s golden-brown wings ruffled as she glanced over, realizing Stone was there.

“Y'know, Stone, I think she might be a bit more crazy than us.” West told her as Stone moved further into the room. Before Stone could say anything, Willow stood placing her hands on the table between her and West, and spoke up.

“Nonsense!! It's very simple, really.” West sighed heavily.

“I really don't want to have to argue about this. Stone, we need a tie breaker.” Stone glanced between the two as Willow agreed.

“Yes, we need a tiebreaker so I can prove that people under 15 are not expendable. After all, if you can get yourself into a car crash, you can experiment on highly deadly SCPs.” Stone opened her mouth to reply but was cut off.

“Exactly! EXPERIMENT D-class are just thrown into the fray.” West stared at Willow, and without breaking eye contact, she said, “Stone, please hold me back, this has gotten to be about more than just D-class ethics and I'm about to punch Willow in the face. I'd still like your opinion, though.”

Stone again was about to say something when Willow pulled something out of her lab coat.

“Oh, well, I suppose I should just, you know, pull out a special ‘maneuver’ I kept.” As West stepped towards her, Willow moved the pepper spray higher.

“Step away, or your EYES get it, Dr. West!”  West’s wings flared like a bird protecting its nest.

“OH, NOW YOU'RE GETTING IT!” She yelled as she pulled out a thin but wickedly sharp knife. The usually calm and quiet Willow chuckled wildly.

“OH, YOU'RE ON.”  West sneered.

“OH YEAH? TRY ME!”  Stone sighed, pulling out the pistol she always had on her and aimed it at her friends. She was very aware of the D-class right outside of the door, but cared very little about them being there.

At the sight of Stone’s pistol, the two stopped and West eyed the younger researcher slowly as Stone spoke.

“Alright. Both of you calm the hell down, before I shoot the D-class right outside the door just to prove age doesn’t matter.” Stone heard the sound of feet quickly shuffling, knowing it was the D-Class.

Stone glanced between the two as she continued. “Or, before I lit your shit on fire, because both of you know, I’ll do it.” With her other hand, she pulled out the matches she had been messing with beforehand.  At this, West laughed.

“How are you supposed to light a match with only one hand?” Stone raised an eyebrow at this as she lifted her foot, striking the match on the bottom.

“You do realize you're talking to a pyromaniac, right?”  She glanced at Willow, while Stone’s face slowly was blurred a little by static and glitches. “As for my thoughts on this, if you're a D-Class pulled from death row, I couldn’t give a damn unless you're under 15.” She moved her gaze towards West again.

“And if you're a D-Class pulled from another source? As long as you're over sixteen, again, I couldn’t care less.” She tilted her head, while tilting her pistol slightly as well. “Just look at me, I’m only seventeen and I’m working here.”

Willow stared at the pistol in Stone’s hand.

“Is that real? I thought only the MTF and guards had weapons.” In response to Willow, Stone nodded and watched as both of them proceeded to lower the weapons they held, and she smirked as she saw West’s wings expand and lift her off the ground. “I’m not gonna be the one at the end of that thing.”

Willow ducked as West flew past her.

“Good luck handling this, Willow!” She called over her shoulder as Willow pulled out a smoke bomb.

“Don’t leave me here!” She said as the smoke blocked her from view.

Stone dropped the match, putting it out with her foot. “Damn it, I really did want to burn something.” She glanced at the door. “Guess I’ll just go torment the D-Class.”