05-20-2015, 07:30 PM
Dr. McNinja was still brushing the ash off of his coat about 15 minutes after he started walking. Finally, exhausted after the fight (those turtles packed an excessively large punch), he collapsed onto the floor.
"Sir," droned a deep voice, "State your name, occupation, if applicable, and intent."
Dr. McNinja glanced up. In front of him stood a man in another lab coat. He shuffled onto his feet with great effort. Brushing ash again from his coat, he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie.
"I'm Dr. McNinja. I'm a... well, doctor. And I'm a bit lost. How about you-"
"Do you have a first name?" the man droned.
Dr. McNinja sniffed indignantly. "Rude," he thought.
"Yes, but... Well, long story short, I can't tell you what it is," Dr. McNinja shrugged. "I don't know, most people can usually recognize me by my last name. McNinja is... pretty unique. You still haven't told me what your-"
"Hmph," the man droned. He then turned his back to Dr. McNinja, then spoke into a weird device.
"SCP-3045 Log, Number 203. Timestamp, 7:47 PM, May 20th, 2015, although, as I mentioned previously, spacetime appears to have different laws from Subject's original universe. This is Dr. Charles Oliver Gears. I meet yet another specimen hailing from SCP-3045-A, also known as the Fountain. SCP-3045-B..."
The man checked a notepad, reading along a list, and finally droned:
"SCP-3045-B-6012 calls itself 'Dr. McNinja.' Resembles a male human, mid-30's. Subject appears to be wearing a black suit and a lab coat, as well as a mask-like formation covering subject's entire head. In its own universe, SCP-3045-B-6012 claims, it is a doctor, presumably medical. Subject implies that it has not familiarized itself with SCP-3045. I will proceed accordingly."
The man turned around again. Dr. McNinja blinked rapidly and cleared his throat. His voice cracked a little as he spoke.
"Well," Dr. McNinja frankly mumbled, "I have no idea what you just said. Were you... Were you just now talking about me?"
"Just keeping a record of all of the subjects I find associated with SCP-3045. I assume you have questions for me."
"Mmhmm. You're Dr. Gears, I assume?"
"And correctly, might I add," droned Dr. Gears.
"And... also a doctor?"
"Yes, though not a medical one."
Dr. McNinja crossed his arms. "Doctor of what then?"
"I lead research for the SCP Foundation."
"SCP?" Dr. McNinja inquired, "Never heard of it."
"We try and keep it that way."
"Well, you did just tell me," Dr. McNinja frowned and shrugged his shoulders.
Dr. Gears had not moved at all during the whole conversation, nor did his voice change intonation at all. This terrified Dr. McNinja. Perhaps his name alluded to the fact that he was a robot or something. That would make sense. A robot doctor. Probably one of the less strange things he'd seen around.
"Indeed," Dr. Gears droned, "That would be because I am merely a character functioning as a plot device to introduce you to the mechanics of the Omniverse."
Dr. McNinja's eyes widened. "Did you just break the fourth wall?"
"Of course not."
"You totally did."
"That would be illogical."
"Oh, I get it. Are you like human Spock or something?"
Dr. Gears merely blinked at him blankly.
"Star Trek?" Dr. McNinja explained. "Spock? No? Seriously?"
"This is irrelevant to my task," Dr. Gears droned.
"Oh, now you're not even trying."
"If you would focus, Dr. McNinja."
"Whatever you say, Spock."
"I will now explain to you the function of Omnilium," droned Dr. Gears.
"Okay," Dr. McNinja nodded.
"The exact composition-"
"Boring!" Dr. McNinja announced, before walking away.
"I can teach you how to summon vehicles."
Dr. McNinja rotated on his heel and walked towards Dr. Gears.
"Aaaand not boring. Teach away, Charlie."
"Please... refrain from calling me Charlie."
"Did you know your initials spell 'cog?'"
"Doctor-"
"Just thought it was worth mentioning," Dr. McNinja paused, "Cog."
Dr. Gears, for the first time in his life, felt emotion. It was displeasure. This displeased Dr. Gears further. Little did he know, Dr. McNinja was perhaps one of the most important people he had met in the entire Omniverse.
"Sir," droned a deep voice, "State your name, occupation, if applicable, and intent."
Dr. McNinja glanced up. In front of him stood a man in another lab coat. He shuffled onto his feet with great effort. Brushing ash again from his coat, he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie.
"I'm Dr. McNinja. I'm a... well, doctor. And I'm a bit lost. How about you-"
"Do you have a first name?" the man droned.
Dr. McNinja sniffed indignantly. "Rude," he thought.
"Yes, but... Well, long story short, I can't tell you what it is," Dr. McNinja shrugged. "I don't know, most people can usually recognize me by my last name. McNinja is... pretty unique. You still haven't told me what your-"
"Hmph," the man droned. He then turned his back to Dr. McNinja, then spoke into a weird device.
"SCP-3045 Log, Number 203. Timestamp, 7:47 PM, May 20th, 2015, although, as I mentioned previously, spacetime appears to have different laws from Subject's original universe. This is Dr. Charles Oliver Gears. I meet yet another specimen hailing from SCP-3045-A, also known as the Fountain. SCP-3045-B..."
The man checked a notepad, reading along a list, and finally droned:
"SCP-3045-B-6012 calls itself 'Dr. McNinja.' Resembles a male human, mid-30's. Subject appears to be wearing a black suit and a lab coat, as well as a mask-like formation covering subject's entire head. In its own universe, SCP-3045-B-6012 claims, it is a doctor, presumably medical. Subject implies that it has not familiarized itself with SCP-3045. I will proceed accordingly."
The man turned around again. Dr. McNinja blinked rapidly and cleared his throat. His voice cracked a little as he spoke.
"Well," Dr. McNinja frankly mumbled, "I have no idea what you just said. Were you... Were you just now talking about me?"
"Just keeping a record of all of the subjects I find associated with SCP-3045. I assume you have questions for me."
"Mmhmm. You're Dr. Gears, I assume?"
"And correctly, might I add," droned Dr. Gears.
"And... also a doctor?"
"Yes, though not a medical one."
Dr. McNinja crossed his arms. "Doctor of what then?"
"I lead research for the SCP Foundation."
"SCP?" Dr. McNinja inquired, "Never heard of it."
"We try and keep it that way."
"Well, you did just tell me," Dr. McNinja frowned and shrugged his shoulders.
Dr. Gears had not moved at all during the whole conversation, nor did his voice change intonation at all. This terrified Dr. McNinja. Perhaps his name alluded to the fact that he was a robot or something. That would make sense. A robot doctor. Probably one of the less strange things he'd seen around.
"Indeed," Dr. Gears droned, "That would be because I am merely a character functioning as a plot device to introduce you to the mechanics of the Omniverse."
Dr. McNinja's eyes widened. "Did you just break the fourth wall?"
"Of course not."
"You totally did."
"That would be illogical."
"Oh, I get it. Are you like human Spock or something?"
Dr. Gears merely blinked at him blankly.
"Star Trek?" Dr. McNinja explained. "Spock? No? Seriously?"
"This is irrelevant to my task," Dr. Gears droned.
"Oh, now you're not even trying."
"If you would focus, Dr. McNinja."
"Whatever you say, Spock."
"I will now explain to you the function of Omnilium," droned Dr. Gears.
"Okay," Dr. McNinja nodded.
"The exact composition-"
"Boring!" Dr. McNinja announced, before walking away.
"I can teach you how to summon vehicles."
Dr. McNinja rotated on his heel and walked towards Dr. Gears.
"Aaaand not boring. Teach away, Charlie."
"Please... refrain from calling me Charlie."
"Did you know your initials spell 'cog?'"
"Doctor-"
"Just thought it was worth mentioning," Dr. McNinja paused, "Cog."
Dr. Gears, for the first time in his life, felt emotion. It was displeasure. This displeased Dr. Gears further. Little did he know, Dr. McNinja was perhaps one of the most important people he had met in the entire Omniverse.
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