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To Secure / Risk It All
Chapter 8
Aka Curt has another panic attack.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
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It was impossible. It had to be some sort of cruel prank. Because there was no way Chilly Panda was alive.
He wanted to believe she was. That despite all that happened, all evidence saying otherwise, that she had somehow escaped their clutches. Maybe she had somehow called upon her raptors. Maybe she had lived through it, and they hadn’t noticed. Maybe-
“Yeeeaaaaaaas!”
A chorus of cheers erupted throughout the room.
“We’re six now ya’ll!” Den cheered loudly, patting the monitor.
“There is SIX of us and 5 dozen of THEM.” Christian laughed.
Ivan rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t keep a straight face. “Damn, you couldn’t even stay dead?”
- Bitch. -
- 凸(⊙▂⊙✖ ) -
“They couldn’t even kill off Chilly.” Kristine pointed out with a giggle.
“Yeah why the hell did we go through all of that if you’re not even dead?” Christian joked, leaning in closer and tapping on the screen.
Ivan floated next up to him. “Bruh does that mean I died for fucking nothing?”
“Don’t forget Curt having an actual panic attack.” Den pointed over her shoulder at Curt.
At any other time, he would have joined in. Joined in with the laughter. Joined in with the jokes. But it felt like all energy had been sapped away from him, leaving him with just enough to keep standing.
She’s alright. They were still laughing and joking. She isn’t dead. They felt so far away. You didn’t fail her. Everything still felt so heavy.
Den shoved Christian aside. For whatever reason, the action snapped him out of his thoughts. Gathering whatever he still had left, he stepped closer. Kristine took a step aside to let him get closer, and he caught a glimpse of her face.
A smile on her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Was it a pang of guilt? Of remorse for ever helping the Foundation? Was it longing? For being more than a replacement for a lost friend? Was it a feeling of being an outsider? For not being able to understand some of the inside jokes? Or was it a mix of many things?
Curt didn’t know and he chided himself for trying to pry. Those weren’t his feelings to figure out.
“But where are you Chilly? From where are you typing this?”
“Yeah, how the hell do we get out?” Ivan asked.
That was a bit of silence. And finally typing.
- actually… -
Curt felt immense dread in his stomach.
- I’m really dead -
The air around them felt cold. Oppressive.
“Wh-“ Ivan began, but Chilly was already typing again.
- they ran a bunch of tests on me. dunno why and I don’t remember what exactly killed me, but I died. been haunting the facility since -
Curt swallow some spit into his dry throat. “Y-you… they tested you because you’re an SCP like us. To see if you could survive i-if you’re not in a scenario…”
- well clearly not :P -
He couldn’t laugh. He knew she was trying to lighten up the atmosphere, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh.
He wasn’t alone in that. The closest was a slight, clearly forced smile on some of them.
“So,” Ivan interrupted the silence “are you a ghost like me now?”
- nah it’s different -
- it’s like -
Stop. Backspace.
- well -
Backspace.
- I’m kinda like a more cliché ghost? I can’t talk to u guys outside of this computer, I’m pretty much invisible, I dunno -
Heavy. It felt heavy. The air felt heavy.
A hand grabbed his wrist, grabbing Curt’s attention. He glanced over. Den still had her eyes on the screen, but the hand she had wrapped around his wrist said all that needed to be said. He choose not to address it, letting her keep him grounded.
It allowed him to focus. “Wait, maybe we can fix this. If you join us, maybe you’ll go back to life after we close the scenario.”
“Could work.” Ivan noted. “But we need her body too, right?”
“Chilly, you know what happened to your body?” Den asked her.
Pause.
- not really. I was drugged the fuck up for the whole thing -
No. He refused.
“Kristine,” he turned to her, “do you have any idea where it could be?”
She shifted around a bit, eyes looking in his direction but not really meeting his eyes. “No, I wasn’t allowed near the research stations…”
- curt, arent YOU the b-class? shouldn’t YOU know? -
“Do you think I would ask if I knew!?” He snapped at her, then leaned forward to type at another computer. “Come on, there’s gotta be a way to figure it out…”
The screens flicked from camera to camera, each adding to the growing pit of dread in Curt’s stomach. Every camera he checked, there were armed guards. There had to be something. Anything. They wouldn’t—
“Curt,” Den’s voice called out to him “they probably got rid of her body. I don’t wanna be a downer but—“
“They wouldn’t.” He cut her off. “Her body would be too valuable for that. T-They’d research it…”
“But that’s against the safety rules!” Kristine argued.
“Well clearly Snee doesn’t care about any damn rules!”
Come on, come on! It couldn’t be gone, it should still be there somewhere! He could still fix this, he could-
Christian grabbed his arm. “Dude, stop for a sec.”
Curt pulled his arm back.
“Oi, don’t fucking ignore me.” Christian said, grabbing Curt’s shoulder and forcefully turning him away from the computer. “Listen to me. I know you want to help Chilly, we all do! But we can’t help anyone if we get recaptured. We have to get the hell out!”
“AND LEAVE HER BEHIND!?” Curt roared at him.
Christian flinched from the sudden loud yell, and Curt took the chance to pull his arm away from his grasp. He glared at all of them.
“If we don’t get her out now we may never get that chance again! What the hell is wrong with you guys, am I the only one who fucking cares about her!?”
“Do you?” Christian snapped at him. “Or are you just trying to fix your ‘mistakes’ so you can stop feeling guilty?”
The silence was deafening. A knife wouldn’t be enough to cut through the tension. Everyone’s eyes were on Curt.
He wanted to reply. Make some snapping remark that of course he was doing this for Chilly. That of course he wasn’t doing this for some stupid sense of guilt. For making up to the fact it was his—
But the nasty part within him muted him before he could speak.
He has a point, doesn’t he?
So instead, he turned back to the computer. “…Both. And does it matter, the end result is still the sa—YEOUCH!”
An electric shock went through his hand, not strong enough to numb his arm, but still enough to sting. He shook out his hand. And then he saw Chilly typing.
- curt, leave it. it’s ok -
“Wha- No, its not ok!”
- no really. because, actually… -
There was a long pause.
- I’ve been thinking of taking a break from the group anyways -
He couldn’t breathe.
“Chilly…” Den whispered softly.
- it’s not because of you guys! I dunno how to best explain it, but it’s like, wanting to rediscover myself??? do some soulsearching??? trying to fuck around on my own and seeing what happens? if that makes sense??? -
Ivan raised an eyebrow. “You sure it’s not because of all the bullying?”
The computer vibrated with laughter.
- LMAOOOOO U COULDNT BULLY ME OUT IF YUO TRIED ಥ‿ಥ -
Den grinned and tried to nudge Ivan’s ghostly form. “We’d bully you out first.”
- absolutely (๑´• .̫ •ू`๑) -
- but fr don’t worry about me. ( ͒꒪̛ཅ꒪̛ ͒) if anything I can now go literally fucking anywhere I want and if I wanna be alive again we’ll just infiltrate this bitch -(๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ -
Den’s eyes sparkled. “Dude you can haunt a Starbucks.”
- KSNDBKSBSVKSJDBS SCRATCH ALL PLANS IM DOING THAT ⊹⋛⋋( ՞ਊ ՞)⋌⋚⊹ -
As Den, Ivan and Chilly laughed and teased, Curt felt like he was slipping. Everything felt like it was fading away. Their voices felt like they were melting together. The room felt like it was tilting.
No, no, no, he couldn’t fall into another attack now! They were on borrow time, at any moment the guards could barge in and—
But he was losing control. He was losing control. He was losing control. Losing control. Losing control. Control. Control. Control control control control control control control “Hey.” control control control control control control control control control control control control “hey!”
Christian moved into his vision. “Do you need to sit down for a moment?”
Curt stopped, his breath still uneven. His eyes flickered towards the others. They were still talking, but he caught the occasional glances they snuck at him. He stumbled back a little, getting some distance from the situation.
Almost without a single sound, Christian joined him, gently helping him breathe through it. Bit by bit, he pushed down the fear and panic once more.
He was definitely gonna throw up once they got out. If.
No. He steadied himself. We are going to get out. We will get out… or die trying.
And with a last deep breath, he locked eyes with Christian. The question went unspoken, but so did the answer. He stepped forward, interrupting the conversation between the others.
“It won’t be long before Snee finds us. We need a plan, stat.”
Ivan bit his lip. “We can’t get out through any of the exits. Maybe we could try a window.”
“We’d first need to get out of the panic room though.” Den pointed out. “Chilly, are there any guards heading in our direction?”
The computer was still for a moment.
- yeah, there’s a few getting close. doubt y’all are getting out without a fight -
Den crackled her knuckles upon hearing that, but Curt cut her off. “There is no way we can barge through so many. It’s too dangerous.”
“Do we have a choice though?” Ivan questioned.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Kristine suddenly shouted, raising her hand in the air like a desperate student. “If we can pretty much create whatever we want, why don’t we just make a teleporter?”
There was a silence of more than 10 seconds as everyone gaped at her.
Curt sunk to his knees, covering his face with his hands. “OH MY GOOOOOOOD!”
Everyone around him descended into hysterical laughter, Den and Christian even throwing in a “looooser!”, and even Chilly displaying a large L on the screen.
“WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THAT WHYYYYYYYYYY!”
“Ok, ok, I am holding this one against you dude.” Christian laughed.
Curt sighed deeply. “I am so fucking done y’all.
The laughter finally faded enough for Curt to stand up, sigh, and look at Kristine.
“Alright Kristine, how do you wanna do this?”
She thought, but only for a split second. “Can our teleporter be a 2004 Toyota Accord Sedan?”
It immediately prompted another round of giggles and chuckled, and even Curt felt the corners of his mouth move. “Sure, sure. Everyone, stand back a bit.”
Once everyone had made room, Curt spoke: “Alright, so Kristine summons her trusty teleporting 2004 Toyota Sedan…”
The car popped into existence, pushing all of them back even further.
“Shotgun!” Den immediately yelled, followed by Christian pouting over it. Kristine cheered and made her way over to the driver’s seat.
Curt was about to join, but then paused. No. He had to say it. He turned to Chilly instead.
“Chilly,” he began, his heart feeling as heavy as lead “I know I’m not directly responsible for what happened to you. But maybe if I had stepped up sooner, figured it out sooner, then maybe we could have escaped before your death. I’m…” his voice cracked “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t prevent this.”
There was a break in the storm of laughter. All eyes were focused on him and Chilly. Waiting for what she’d say.
And she finally typed.
- BITCH DO YOU NOT THINK I WOULDNT FUCKING HAUNT YOUR ASS IF I BLAMED YOU EVEN A LITTLE???? -
“Wh-“
- CURT FFS HOW LONG HAVE WE KNOWN EACH OTHER??? HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN BULLYING EACH OTHER??? DO U SERIOUSLY NOT THINK I WOULDNT TAKE THIS EXCUSE???? -
“I…I…” he stuttered.
- curt, I don’t blame u for shit so stop being such a sad sack about it -
She didn’t blame him. She wasn’t mad. She could’ve been. She should have been.
But she wasn’t.
- not even I’m blaming you so stop blaming urself already dumbass -
“Chilly…”
He took a deep breath… and smiled. “Thank you.”
Curt suddenly felt something warm against his chest, wrapping itself around him. And even though he knew how stupid he’d look, he hugged back.
It was gone before he knew it, but Christian next to him shifted, grinning ear to ear as held up one crooked arm, akin to how he would sling his arm around his neck. “Girl I better hear on the news how you haunted the White House.”
“You gotta get on an episode of Ghost Hunters.” Den laughed, and then grinned as Chilly’s spirit hugged her next.
When she moved on to Ivan, Curt could finally get a glimpse of her.
She was happy.
Ivan ruffled her head, or at least that’s what he intended, complaining how he was gonna get the full buttmonkey treatment. “Now I don’t got you to divert some of it, they’re all gonna focus on me now.”
And finally, Kristine held up her hand, only a little awkwardly. From the way she beamed, Chilly gave her the high five.
“I’ll bully them in your place.” She proudly vowed.
There was a quick moment of warmth again as she quickly phased through all of them…
And she was gone.
Curt exhaled slowly. And jumped as a loud BANG sounded from the door.
“Ok we gotta get the fuck outta here.”
“Kristine take the wheel!” Den yelled as she jumped into the passenger’s seat, Christian still complaining as he got into the back.
Kristine got into the driver’s seat with a laugh, and Curt went to sit right behind her. Ivan of course couldn’t actually enter the car, but he hang onto the roof anyways.
The door broke down just as Kristine started the car. Curt flipped them off. And a second later, the car and all those inside vanished from the room, and from the facility.
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I was gonna end the chapter somewhere else originally, but I’ve tortured you guys with my absences enough.
Wil edit properly once I got time.
#recreyo#recreyo fic#recreyo au#recreyo scp au#recreyo scp#curt richy#ivan animated#cypherden#frugalaesthetics#k.fel#chilly panda#panic attack#scp recreyo
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Curt ranting to Recreyo-Chan about how 1. One of his friends just got revived 2. None of them know how to gaslight fr 3. One of them has frikin amnesia or sumthin 4. THEYRE ALL IDIOTS (/Curt cares and worries for them fr)
Was originally gonna draw Recreyo-Chan as well but yknow too lazy TwT
#recreyo scp#scp recreyo#curt recreyo#recreyo#cypherden#ivan animated#frugal aesthetic#k.fel#kurt richy#recreyo au
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that man is going to go home, take a burning hot shower and ball his eyes out
oh yeah this is @no-thoughts-only-soup’s recreyo scp au otherwise known as my ROMAN EMPIRE SNJFLNSDJKNJDNAKS
#I like to think that the trauma is never leaving him#that he blames himself whenever he gets the chance#and sometimes that sends him into a trance and he just sits statically in a cold room#and chilly would notice it and she’d ping the phone of whoever was available#to warm him a glass of something distract him with something else#Recreyo au#recreyo#curt richy#recreyo scp au#soups’s Recreyo scp au
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Thought these fit them a bit TOO well.
#recreyo#recreyoyt#curt richy#cypher den#ivan animated#frugal aesthetic#scp#kfel#recreyo scp#recreyo chan#recreyo lore#recreyo meme#art meme#meme#out of context post
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YOOOOOO THEY CHANGED THE THUMBNAIL THERE'S RC!!!!
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i had an idea & ran with it lol
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SCP!Curt to Sneeg in Soup's AU
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I was bored
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just realized that i never posted the mikuxrecreyochan art to tumblr
i made this like two weeks before the finale but shhhhhshhhh
#I remember putting her in kurts scp outfit bc i didnt know what else to put her in ☠️#recreyo#recreyo chan#hatsune miku#artists on tumblr#my art
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RECREYO - CHAN: THEORIES / THOUGHTS
As of right now, "Recreyo Chan" has had three official appearances in videos, one possible season 2 design sketch, and two off-hand references.
Aaand, with promises from Curt that the SCP arc will have actual lore, and a VC that signified that Recreyo definitely knew about the fandom's thirst for lore... I think it's safe to say that RC may have more to do with it than what was initially planned from when she was first created. Especially when her recent appearances have been.. odd, and a specific event in the official Recreyo Discord had thrown us all for a loop.
This post is to showcase my thoughts and hopefully provide some clarity on who she actually is. (And if I'm sensible, then what she also could be.)
Warning: this may be a little long.
RC's debut was on Nov 16, 2021 for an Anime NYC announcement. You can find the video here.
From this video alone, RC definitely appears more like a mascot than anything- a one-off character who would only be mentioned for two visual gags from then on, plus a drawing that Ivan did shortly after the second video.
It's important to note that one of these references were definitely coincidental, and I don't want that to be forgotten. However, I wanted to address it just in case. After all, an accidental reference could very well be spun into a lore tidbit.
( The picture below is from a video's ad I can't remember, so if you find it please lemme know )
The video that that frame is from is old, that much I know. But recently, definitely after that video was up for months, Ivan dropped a possible season 2 design for RC. (3/23/23)
And what do you know, on the 17th, only 6 days before that drawing was sent in the Discord, we saw RC again. Albiet, it was just by name, so we don't know if it was just another gag. It likely is, since the animator could've drawn it ages before we saw it uploaded, but...
Let's just keep it in mind.
( The picture below is from We Let an AI Write This Video )
After these small bits, though, we got two actual appearances from RC. Ones that actually kept her design and so we know for a fact that they are the same character. INTENTIONALLY this time, I should add.
( Picture below is from Can You Survive Dr. Stone? )
At 9:31, Curt says "Nah, I gotta progress the plot." and we see the screen glitch with this frame showing up. This is, without a doubt, RC. From the blue hair, the red tie, and even the spiral cheeks- this is the mark that she was becoming something more.
(Plot-relevant, if you will.)
Being deliberately consistent now, we can take this a little more seriously.
I wanna say that although I don't know the specific time, the video was uploaded at the latest: 2:48 PM. I know this since that was time of the earliest message about the video in the Discord.
You might think it's redundant, but I bring the time up because everyone who was in the Discord would know that something else had happened that day, and it's incredibly important that we're all aware of it.
This person, who I'll call CA, had joined at 4:12. Two whole hours after the video was released, and so a lot of people had already watched it by then and had theorized about RC's surprising return.
Everyone's lore theories were public. And although framed as a hacker, CA was all obviously a plot by Recreyo to get us riled up for the lore. We know this, since Curt himself had showed up in the general chat prior to "play dumb" about everyone's collective breakdown.
Anyway, to summarize what had happened after CA showed up:
Everyone was pinging them, flirting, etc. Basically trolling, but also publicly theorizing that they were RC's account. By the way, "c̶" also was in the video's description, almost matching CA's name.
CA had a role (shown above) that put them at the top of the member-list. They were also apparently unbannable according to the mods.
Curt got "hacked" and if memory serves right, his PFP changed to the glitching RC picture. He sent the message "c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛͛c̶̓̈a̶͛" into the announcements channel.
Den banned Curt after confirming that he was "hacked."
Curt rejoined and got his Recreyo role back. However... CA is still online as I type this.
Again, everything was obviously a stunt, and I don't need to argue about that. However, I want to take all of this seriously in the sense that it's lore-related, because if we keep on going "it's just a joke" then everything in Recreyo's lore wouldn't matter. So SHUT THE FUCK UP IF YOU'RE TYPING "IT WAS AN APRIL FOOL'S JOKE" (BECAUSE IT WASN'T EVEN APRIL FOOL'S FOR THEM!!!!)
Anyhow, I think it's obvious that CA is connected to RC. Whether they're the same person or not, the glitch theme mixed with the hacker idea is way too similar. And if you're not convinced that it's even a motif, then let's go into today's upload.
( Picture below is from Officially Announcing the New Recreyo Member )
..Yeah, so this is happening. This is real.
An interesting detail is that RC was originally Den before glitching onto the frame. And if you continued watching, you'd notice that the screen pans over and Den shows up on the other side of the picture.
So... this is where we end with our sudden appearances, and we actually begin diving into what RC could be doing here, and what her place in the lore will be.
Let's run down the thoughts that I have:
A popular idea right now is that RC is an AI gone rogue. With the theme of glitching, it definitely fits.
As an explanation for her appearances, we can also assume that she hacks into the videos itself, and what we see on screen wasn't actually what was happening. So instead of her just appearing next to Christian like when they were recording, she instead corrupts the video as it "uploads." This is my current idea, since when questioned about the Dr. Stone video, Curt said:
As for her place into the story, there's a few possible ways for her to be integrated with the current SCP arc. Maybe she's an SCP herself, maybe she's the mystery guide...
I personally believe that she's the one who caused the blackout in the sculpture scenario. In my own headcanon, I had stated that RC worked with the SCP foundation and was integrated with all of the technology. I might not fully believe that now, but I still agree with the latter half.
If she's a professional hacker due to her AI abilities, I don't think it's farfetched she'd be messing up the SCP foundation and trying to get Recreyo killed...
But why? What incentive would she have?
...Well, I've had an idea for a while. I've had RC in my own headcanon lore of Recreyo for quite a bit, and I even called the possibility of her being an AI. The malice I believe that she'd hold towards her creators involves the theme of freedom. Being a real person rather than a character. Vengeance.
I definitely doubt that The Bunker Trio would be brought back (as much as it pains me to say) but something I associate a lot with them is how much tragedy they went through.. solely because of Recreyo. Being original characters, all of their pain was directed by Curt and exploited for content, IN-UNIVERSE.
These themes I have with them are something that extends to RC. I believe that RC is intending to take over the Recreyo channel as payback for bringing her into a world just as a mascot. If she was given the blessing of intelligence, then why the hell was she only used as a mascot?
This is getting a little meta, but I want to emphasize how she was only a lifeless one-off character. I honestly believe she only has lore now because Recreyo realized how obsessed with it we are. So they dig up an old character who hasn't been touched in two years, and suddenly she's the star of the show?
RC is sick of being used as an "idol." She'll let her face haunt the videos for now, but she's going to take over one way or another.
....Or something like that. I can't tell if this even makes sense, but that's basically what I think about RC. I have other headcanons, like how I think she and Roberto work together as a duo, but those are far from what's actually happening.
But then again, I only have these stupid headcanons because I hadn't counted on her becoming a character again. I thought that she was honestly retired.
I might've originally dug a path far from the road of canon, but if it means Recreyo is finally exploring their potential of storytelling, then hell- you already know that I'll be running back.
(Also while I was typing this, CA changed their name to CAN. So.. yeah.)
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To Secure/Risk it all
Chapter 7
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
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They were running. Running and shooting. Running and shooting while Curt narrated it all.
“Christian shoots the three guards in front of us while Den chucks a knife at the guy coming from the right, and Ivan— SHIT!”
Curt ducked around the corner, bullets blazing past where he’d been a second ago.
Fuck, this was harder than he thought. Then again, usually when he was narrating there was no pressure or incoming danger, much less running around. This was far worse than a regular scenario. Simply narrating the enemies away didn’t work either; turns out that outside interference wasn’t controllable like their made-up mooks they usually sicced on each other. And that meant no Thanos-snapping them away. The only thing he could do was use his power to allow his friends to go on a killing spree.
“Curt? A bit of help here!” Ivan shouted, pointing at another set of guards running towards them.
Pushing aside his thoughts, Curt focused. “Ivan shoots the first guy, he explodes and takes out the rest.”
Ivan did, but then immediately turned around and frowned at Curt. “Wait how? Do the guards here just carry explosives around or something?”
Christian laughed heartily. “We’re literally getting shot at and Ivan’s all like ‘wait that’s not realistic’.”
“Wait, wait! Can I have a bazooka?” Kristine loudly asked.
“Fuck it, sure. Kristine pulls out a bazooka and blasts the guys Ivan shot at; making them explode.”
“YEAAHHHHHHH!” She whooped as a large bazooka materialized in her hands and then took a shot at more guards.
“Now we’re talking.” Den smirked. “Gimme me one next.”
Before he could, though, Den’s eyes widened and she suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling him around the corner. Christian took down a few more guards and they all started running again.
Damn, he really should’ve let Den narrate. Not only did he continuously have to narrate everything to keep their powers working, but he and Kristine were the only ones with any knowledge of the facility’s layout. And Kristine was too busy playing shooting gallery with the guards. Meaning he was the only one to guide them at the moment.
“Den, uh, mows down the guys in front, Ivan takes — oh god — down the ones from the right. Kristine — shit — blasts behind her—“
Suddenly, Christian and Ivan pushed him down behind a few conveniently placed crates — and bullets rained above them.
“Yo Curt, got a plan?” Christian yelled above the loud noises. “Cuz I doubt we’re gonna make it running around like this!”
Curt hissed as a bullet flew by a bit too close for his liking. “Front gate gotta be packed, but I was hoping to get to the garage anyways. If we can get a truck…”
“Curt, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re getting pinched from all sides here!” Ivan snarkily remarked, arms coiled around his gun. Not that there was an opening to shoot back.
“Kristine, if I focus on keeping us alive, can you guide us to the garage?” Curt asked her, pressing himself down to the ground as the wall behind them slowly started whittling down, showering them with bits of brick, plaster and other kinds of debris. “You also know where the garage is, right?”
Kristine stared blankly at him. “Uhhhhhh…”
“KRISTINE!”
Christian cut between the two of them. “Ok, not to be a party pooper, but even if we do that, we don’t know if they’re guarding that too. We could be walking into an ambush for all we know.”
Curt paused, thought, and sighed. “You’re right. We’ve got no clue on where to go. Ugh, if only one of us could scout ahead, but they’d get shot instantly…”
Suddenly, Den waved her arm, grabbing their attention, all while smiling widely. “Wait, wait! Let me stab Ivan!”
“Den! Now’s not the time!” Ivan protested. “Can you pause your murder hobo tendencies for one second?”
“No, no, I actually have a good reason this time!” Den grinned, waiting in her explanation for Christian and Kristine to finish firing back at the guards when they reloaded, and finally returning to save cover. “If one of us dies in a scenario, they become a ghost, right? So if I kill Ivan, he can go through the walls and scout ahead!”
They all paused, letting the words sink in. And then they fell into a cacophony of agreements.
“Wait, actually…”
“YES! YES!”
“Oh damn, she’s cooking.”
It even swayed Ivan’s stance as he shuffled closer to her. “Alright, not gonna lie, that’s a good argument. Ok, stab me Den. Stab me like one of your French girls.”
And as they all giggled, an idea popped into Curt’s head, and he smiled devilishly.
“Actually, wait.” He interrupted them. “I’ve got a better idea…”
Ivan raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Curt grinned, and he could almost see the chill running up Ivan’s spine. “Remember how you saw SCP-096’s — the Shy Guy’s — face? Which triggers him?”
Ivan was silent for a whole 5 seconds, slowly processing what Curt said. Until it clicked.
“Oh wait, OH SHIT!”
“Close your eyes!” Curt yelled at the rest of them as his squeezed his eyes shut. “The Shy Guy bursts through the wall…”
And just as he said, there was a large noise as the wall behind them practically blew up, and Ivan screamed.
Ivan’s gonna kill me later for this. “…And KILLS Ivan!”
His words were followed by an inhuman screech. A second later, a bloodcurdling and sickening crunch of bones being violently broken. Curt could feel a warm liquid splatter onto his face. It tasted like iron.
The noises fell to a brief, chilling silence. Silence that was broken by panicked screaming and shooting a distance away. Another terrifying screech, and just like Curt predicted, the squad of guards that had been firing at them were audibly slaughtered.
But he still kept his eyes closed. He still couldn’t risk it. And he kept them closed as the sounds of the beast slowly started getting farther and farther away.
Ivan’s voice rang out. “You guys can look, it’s gone.”
And while it was an exercise of trust, Curt did indeed open his eyes. And winched upon seeing Ivan’s mangled corpse.
“Damn he really did a number on ya.” Christian offhandedly remarked, though Curt could sense the shock creeping in his voice.
“Yeah, I need to step up my stabbing game after this.” Den noted, eyes wide.
“Wait,” Kristine suddenly piped up “if we all turn into ghosts, why don’t we just kill each other and float out of here?”
Curt winced. He had thought about that option. Ever since he found out about the truth. It seemed like a good idea. But there was an issue…
“We don’t know how the resurrection works exactly. We come back to life, yeah, but what if that means we return to our bodies? If we leave them behind, that just means we’re literally handing ourselves to the foundation.”
Christian groaned. “Aw man, that means we gotta drag Ivan’s corpse around.”
Den chuckled. “He’s literally dead weight.”
They all laughed at that, and although they couldn’t tell because of the sunglasses, they knew Ivan was rolling his eyes at them. “Whatever, not my problem anymore.”
Curt rolled his eyes back at him. “Go scout already.”
And Ivan huffed for a split second before flying through the wall. Curt narrated how they stuffed Ivan’s corpse into a backpack (a pink one with rainbows, of course) which Den volunteered to carry. Curt noted how the weight of a whole body didn’t seem to hinder her, until he reminded himself of the reality warping powers and put it to rest.
The sounds of footsteps suddenly got louder, and they booked it.
It would have been nice if Ivan could warn them ahead, Curt mused. But it was more important to know whether or not there was an escape route.
“Just how big is this place?” Den complained as she turned yet another corner.
“To be honest I never paid any attention to the map.” Kristine confessed. She briefly turned around and shot one of the guards that were chasing after them.
Christian copied her. “Curt?”
“I dunno man,” Curt panted as he tried to work out the best route “I’m starting to think they gave me a false map.”
“And why are there so many guards!?” Kristine yelled as the two she shot were quickly replaced. “Seriously I don’t remember there being this many!”
“Let’s focus on surviving until Ivan returns!” Curt half-yelled, though in the back of his mind, a small voice wondered if they could.
They were suddenly stopped when a broadcast screen lightened up. It showed a bit of static before the screen turned white, with a single black arrow pointing down the hallway.
Curt’s brain broke for a moment, but he didn’t get time to gather himself, as Kristine grabbed his hand and pulled him to that same hallway.
“Wait!” He yelled after her. “Why are we following that?”
“Because they’re helping us, duh!” She yelled back.
Curt pulled his hand from her grasp, but he kept running with the group. “And you’re just gonna trust some random ass monitor!?”
“Well, if it’s the same person who helped us last time, we can trust them, right?” Den pointed out.
“AND WHAT IF THEY AREN’T!?” Curt yelled back. “AM I THE ONLY ONE NOT TRUSTING THIS!?”
But they still ran, and as the last word left Curt’s lips, another monitor lightened up, though this one did not display an arrow. Instead, it showed them a message:
- Curt has the right emotion, find the room that belongs to it.
Beat.
“BITCH IS THERE A DISTRUST ROOM!? ONLY SANE PERSON ROOM!?”
But Christian and Den looked at each other. “Panic room.” They nodded.
And Curt… sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong…”
“Besides,” Christian smirked, “you really think we’re gonna get anywhere with Kristine at the front and Ivan scouting ahead.”
“Hey!”
“Nah, you got a point.” Curt conceded, also realizing everyone was getting tired. “Alright, you know the way Kristine?”
“Yes! I know some things you know!”
And they laughed as they ran, Kristine guiding them. Something tugged in the back of Curt’s mind, but it was to preoccupied by keeping everyone alive to see what it was. Only when they neared the panic room was it that Curt mentally paused, and his eyes widened.
“Guys, wait! We can’t go in! If we do we’ll be trapped like-“
But they already barged inside, dragging Curt with them, Den slamming the door shut the second everyone was in.
“…rats.” Curt sighed.
A ghostly form took their attention, shrugging. “Well, all the exits are packed, so we’re stuck here anyways.” Ivan noted. Although he said it nonchalantly, there was an tense undertone in his voice.
Kristine raised an eyebrow. “You got here quick.”
“Remember the same weirdo from the last SCP shenanigans? They told me to come to the panic room.”
“And they didn’t use a riddle?” Den questioned, until the obvious zinger got her to grin.
Christian beat her to the punch. “Of course not, Ivan wouldn’t have figured that shit out!”
Kristine and Den laughed with Christian, with Ivan pouting at them. Even Curt could feel a chuckle bubbling up from his throat, but the severity of the situation prevented him from laughing outright. They were trapped. At any moment, the foundation, no, Snee and his goons would figure out where they were. They were ripe for picking.
At that moment, just in time to stop him from having another panic attack, one of the computer screens lit up. And before their eyes, words were typed on the screen.
- Good! You’re all here!
“Dude, who even are you?” Ivan asked. “Are you with the foundation or not?”
The computer screen trilled unexpectedly, almost reminiscent of laughter.
- Come on Ivan, I know you’re not the smartest ಥ‿ಥ
The emoji caught Curt off guard, but the person started typing again.
- But did you really forget about me that quickly? (✪㉨✪)
And it hit Curt like a truck.
…No. It’s impossible.
“…Chilly?”
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Note: I don't end chapters based on word count. I end them on how much of punch the cliffhanger is.
#recreyo#curt richy#ivan animated#cypherden#frugal aesthetics#k.fel#recreyo scp#scp recreyo#my writing
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SO I UM HAVE A NEW HYPERFIXATION ON THIS YOUTBE CHANNEL NAMED RECREYO AND THEY HAVE LORE SO- anyways have scp Curt but make him have Danganronpa!Curt design. This design is like inspired from that one au by @no-thoughts-only-soup where they are an scp and there will be a host and a player or something. (Love that au fr)
Why is this like kinda cringe now that I see it. Forgive me for I have no art skills 😞
Also I remember seeing that one post where Curt has these fangs that like grow in anger, but instead of anger they just grow whenever he wants them too, or when he feels like strong emotions or sumthin.
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lab rats pt1
By the time Curt woke up, he found his spine aching from being left on the couch for… Damn, God knows how long. He blinked off the haziness and let himself roll off the couch, barely catching himself on the carpet with his knees.
An elbow that landed on the coffee table hit something- a glass. The water inside splashed out and soaked his sleeve. He didn’t have a habit of keeping water on the table, though at the same time he didn’t have a habit of sleeping on the couch.
He reached for the water, ignoring the neon sticky note on the backside while he drank, the faint taste of dust prompting him to question just how long he had been out for. With the cold water setting in his system and his mind clearing up, he was left with no choice but to recall what he’d done moments, hours, or even days ago. Curt pursed his lips and spun the glass around to read what he expected to be — and is — an uncomfortable reminder of what he does.
‘thank you agent for your hard work, the subjects have been successfully detained. meet in 304’
Curt could almost snicker at where the director had run out of space to write and had to squish the letters together, but he didn’t have the heart to. Or maybe he was still woozy from the sedative. It wouldn’t make sense for him to feel bad for them.
Regardless, it’d be a good idea to do as he’s told.
But something… He whipped his head around to stare at the camera in the corner, almost visualizing it flash red. He finally gave up after it remained motionless, though he promised to himself that he’d get someone to remove the camera.
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After so long of being under disguise, dressing back in the suit felt almost strange to him. But, almost ironically, that foreignness was more familiar to him with the frequency of his missions— they weren’t a big organization.
Still, the halls of the building were familiar to him, the near manic look of the research team was just as before he left, and that corner with the scratched wall was familiar. He’d been here since he was a teenager and this is his home, he reminded himself as he pushed open the door to 304.
There she was.
She’d transformed the security room into a livable space, insisting on monitoring the entire building by herself. Only rarely does she ever leave to physically direct important processions. Perhaps she didn’t trust many people, perhaps she just liked being in control.
Curt would hate to have to admit that he was at least a little afraid of her, it was especially ironic after growing up together and creating this entire scheme. Maybe distance was put between them the second she assumed her position as the lead of the organization and head researcher, and he was technically just an employee of hers. Maybe he was even viewed as more a pawn than anything else.
Even though this started as their project and he didn’t care any less than she did.
“How was the sleep, Sleeping Beauty?”
Damn, well, he’s been in here for less than two seconds and he already wants to leave. “Not bad, considering I’ve been sleeping for three days.”
“Yeah, we extended the dosage a little.” She waved her hand dismissively, “I wanted to make sure they were the first things you’d see!”
He stepped forward with the invitation, glancing over her shoulder at the security screen and cringing despite fully expecting to see the four. They were still out cold, tossed over the floor without much care despite bunk beds prepared for them. He wasn’t sure why that ticked him, it was expected for the personnel to treat them like this. The four no longer wore the clothes he last saw them in — now a uniformed, prisoner-like outfit — and they were decked out with sedative collars and location tracking bracelets. He recognize those and even assisted in the production.
“It took a bit of time, you know,” She watched the still screen with unreasonable interest. She glanced at him, only then realizing that he wasn’t settled and dragged out a chair for him. “Oh come on Curt, sit down. …it was hard to run all the tests within the time the first dose could provide us, so we had to extend it. Don’t take it to heart.”
“Well, thank you then.”
She ignored the taunting tone and continued, “Not that we don’t trust you, I mean. Of course we recognize your ability to locate and rule out those who are and aren’t serpents, you are exceptional in your skill with a three out of four accuracy, yes, but after nearly eight months all you gave us was that you limited it down to these four.”
Suddenly, she spun to face him. The grin at her lips now dragged out into a snarl and her eyes narrowed. “And what was that shit with using your birth name?”
“I don’t recall any policy against it,” Curt rolled his eyes, “I’ve told you I recognize one of them from college and it’d be easier that way. Besides, I didn’t think it concerned you.”
“How does it not concern me?” She scowled, “You get caught by the police and were all gone! If you want to die, don't fucking drag me with you!”
A figure on the screen moved and Curt immediately shushed her. It seemed confused, before scrambling to wake the others.
She clicked her tongue and turned back, tweaking the focus and zoomed in while increasing the volume with her other hand.
“This is..?”
“Livestream, yeah.”
The silence between them pursued with the two concentrated on the screen. As the volume increased and camera adjusted, the audio grew clear and every movement of the four was transferred onto the screen.
“Yo, what the fuck is this?” Christian hissed, glancing around the room. His chin had sprouted uneven bits of stubble and some of his hair fell out of the ponytail. He drummed a finger on the floor, radiating a mix of anxiety and irritation.
“Yeah Ivan,” Den tried to brush her bangs back, uncomfortable with the absence of her hat. “What’d you do this time?”
“Why is it me?” The man replied half heartedly, glancing around the room and scratching anxiously at his new collar. “What kind of asylum did we get arrested to?”
“I feel like we kind of need one anyway,” Unlike the others, Kristine never even attempted to pick herself off the floor. She lay on the ground with an air of pessimism as she loosened her braid and picked out the wilted flowers.
“Goddamn,” Ivan held a hand out, checking the dried petals after she dropped one there, “How long have we been here for?”
Christian climbed up and walked towards the door further in the room while Den turned to the closer one.
Curt watched the director hum to herself as she clicked a few buttons and another monitor lit up. He leaned back and saw Den poke her head into the bathroom and meet his eye — not literally, but through the camera —
“What the fuck, there’s a camera in the bathroom?!”
For perhaps the first time since Curt was able to befriend her, they had enough — as Kristine would put it — physic bond to synchronize a sentence, though the conditions were strange. He would have believed the echo from the monitor was his imagination if it hadn’t been for the weird look the director shot him.
“Unfortunately yes,” She sighed, “There’s vents and mirrors in the bathroom, you know? Can’t risk them trying anything when we’re so close.”
He made no comment.
“Yo, that’s kinda weird!” Ivan squeezed past her and climbed on the countertop to face the camera, saying something else that Curt didn’t quite catch with his attention now on Christian.
He knew the guy had a fiery temper, though over the years he’d gotten much more reserved… supposedly. He shuddered at the strength he used to tug at the door handle. A moment passed when he finally relaxed and pressed his forehead to the door, eyes still glued to the door knob. He seemed to sigh and took a few steps back… Only to jump-kick the door instead.
He’d worry more for the door if he hadn’t known how much money went into the quality and security of this place.
Hearing the noise, Den and Ivan rushed to join the two by the front, while the director radioed a few commands to the armed forces waiting outside and connected her microphone.
“Please refrain from attempting escape, subject seven.” She announced, the speaker captured their attention and the questions poured at once.
It was the usual procedure. When he had time to stay in the foundation, he was often invited to watch the director negotiate with the subjects and personnel. So, he wasn’t sure why his heart suddenly surged with fear when she leaned into the microphone.
She seemed to know though.
With the same hand, she switched off the microphone and turned to him, “How much do you want to tell them?”
“Me?”
It was rare for her to ask for his input. He didn’t really care what she told them, though there usually is a script for the information the subjects are allowed to have. She seemed to believe that her ideas are superior to all others and they’d only ruin her project. Although, Curt feels like he understood why his opinions matter now.
He felt guilty.
As expected, she didn’t actually care about his answer and cleared her throat as soon as the four quieted down. “This is,” she glanced almost tauntingly at Curt, “Michelle speaking. I am the director of this organization…”
He wasn’t ready and somehow she seemed to know that. He couldn’t have her telling them he was behind this and she seemed to know before he could. He wasn’t ready for them to know he betrayed them.
Please, he almost whispered. But instead he just wrapped his hand around something behind him. It felt like a mug.
“How about we let someone else tell you more details? Introducing my right hand man,” She turned, grinning at him. Curt stared back blankly as he adjusted his grip. He couldn’t control his face to make any expressions, or make verbal threats for fear of his voice getting caught on mic. His nerves felt as if they were hanging by a thread and he swore he’d kill her right there on the spot the second his name came out of her mouth.
He blinked and decided to act first.
Kicking off the chair, he dashed for the mic. Side-stepping Michelle while twisting his torso to face her, his left hand shot in front for the power switch and the right with the mug was raised high in the air, threatening to strike had she made any moves.
He relaxed his shoulders the second he felt the switch flip, though the blood that rushed his ears muted the click he expected. He didn’t consider lowering the weapon as he protected the mic behind his back and glared at the woman. He could hear the four in the cell start to discuss the crashing sounds he had made, moving from the mic he muted the monitors.
“What the fuck?” She cursed at him in some type of whisper-yell, though an almost humored smile was present in her tone. Curt hated that. She too, had pushed off her chair and stood up, causing Curt to tense again. Sensing this, she raised both of hands in the air and stepped back, “You’d go this far? I mean, they'll know eventually… Whether they guess it or I tell them.”
“Shut up,” Curt huffed, he scrambled in his mind for a suitable, appropriate answer for this situation, but when it came up blank he just choked back plainly, “How about you just shut the fuck up? Alright?”
Distracted, he failed to notice her shift in position as she lunged forward at him and kicked him to the floor. He coughed as he collided with the wires on the floor, allowing himself one second to stabilize before he climbed up and chucked the mug as hard as he could at her head. Expecting the projectile, Michelle moved at high speeds and threw the chair she sat on earlier at him while the mug missed her by a few inches and crashed into the wall.
“You’re cleaning this shit up.” He heard her say.
“Shut up.” His ribs ached.
He heard chairs being dragged and someone flopping onto it. “You are also going to be the one that tells them.”
“Why?”
“Why they have to know? ‘Cause I hate you, and I want to see you suffer, Curtis.”
“Why do I feel bad for doing this, my job, why do I feel guilty?”
“Why are you asking me, aren’t you in therapy?”
“What’s different about them? This hasn’t happened before.”
“You know what else hasn’t happened before? You using your real name.”
“Shut the fuck up, Michelle.”
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Subscript Notes:
i'll post this onto ao3 when i grammer check and revision and all that jazz
also sorry for not being on tumblr more school's been so fucking busy im just draggin out and waiting for easter break at this point
constructive criticism and stuff r welcomed btw final draft will be on ao3 anyway
#good day folks#uhm#this is the au i was talking about#opposite of soup's scp au#this is like the third time ive rewritten the first chapter so let me know if anything is confusing#i have a habit of assuming people have knowledge of something#recreyo au#recreyo fanfic#ivan animated#frugal aesthetic#kfel#curt richy#cypherden#lab rats au
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Not caught up with the Recreyo lore? NO PROBLEM! This post will be updating every time we get new lore!
Here’s the ENTIRETY of Recreyo lore;
So the glitches ur seeing are all Recreyo Chan. A girl originally used to promote Recreyo’s Anime NYC event! Her first appearance was on twitter, when it was still believed to be a gag. This girl is clearly the same. Matching blue hair and red neck tie. This was season 1 of course, so it was still a joke. But in season 2 she takes on a new light.
So her first MENTION takes place in ‘SCP The Sculpture’ where we can make a safe estimate that Recreyo Chan is the thing that is “keeping a special eye on the recreyo crew.” (Curt has stated that SCP is easier to work with because you can change things as well as said the SCP lore could leak into other episodes so thats how we know RC and SCP are connected) But we didn’t know what curt meant by this until the release of ‘Doctor Stone’. Where Recreyo Chan glitched into the video for a few moments before returning things back to normal.
After this ‘FNAF 4’ incident, the next week Curt uploaded a video titled ‘We need to talk.’ Addressing the glitches. His solution to combat the glitches was changing the upload schedule to every other week to *intensify the edits and get rid of the glitches*. This worked for the most part, EXCEPT for small glitches where a spiral (referencing the swirl design on her cheek). These spirals would only appear when they were breaking the fourth wall. Whether it be through the art looking like they’re grabbing the screen (‘Scream’) or talking directly to the animators (‘The Menu’). These spirals originated in the 4th SCP episode ‘SCP Plague doctor’ where the plague doctor referred to an IT. This IT obviously being Recreyo Chan.
In ‘Rizz, Marry, Kill’ instead of the typical spiral, Curt *spiraled* out of the video into a blank void where he asks “Now..?” before getting transported back into the video. This shows he was self aware of the glitch happening.. After a few weeks of episodes that show Recreyo Chan always on the outside looking in at Curt, finally the long awaited ‘SCP Security Breach’ was finally dropped. Throughout the video, Curt seemed removed and monotone. Something is clearly off. Once we reach the end of the episode, the Recreyo Crew come across a portal, which Curt has been leading them to throughout the episode. Except now we truly can tell, Curt wasn’t the one leading them to the portal. It was Recreyo Chan, who seemed to shape-shift into him. She closes out the scenario with the chilling line “now I have everything I need to end the scenario”. After this, Curt’s voice and body have fully transformed and we see her true form.
But YouTube isn’t the only thing Recreyo Chan has been attempting to hack. The Official Recreyo discord has been hacked by an account on the 31st of March, and was assumed to be an April fools prank. This user originally named “ca” terrorized the server and even hacked curt, turning Curt’s profile into a creepy blue light, his name to ca as well. Den ended up banning him, only for him to return a day later. Every Friday, or day of a post, this user has been adding a letter to their name every day. What was originally “Ca” is now “Can you”. We originally believed she could be spelling out “Can you survive”, as it is a common phrase used in their video titles. However now, we believe she could be spelling out “Can you hear me” After joining a call and changing everyone’s names to one of the letters “C, A, N, Y, O, U, or H”
In the aforementioned call that this mysterious account joined, they played strange audio, we are yet to understand the meaning of the audio, but it seems the first is weird glitching audio, while the other sounds like scraping or mechanical noises.
Another website we can find Recreyo Chan on is pleasestopareyoulisteningcanyouhear.me . On this website we can hear Curt talking about the laws of physics and possibilities of other universes (an obvious reference to the portals we’ve been seeing in the episodes lately) In the background you can hear the others having a normal conversation and you can tell this happens before a recording because Ivan says “We’re ready to clap now.” to Curt. (Clapping is how they sync their audio in recordings.) If you want the transcript of the audio I have another post detailing it!
ALSO RECREYO CHAN IS DATING HATSUNE MIKU.
#recreyo#recreyoyt#curt richy#cypher den#frugal aesthetic#ivan animated#kfel#recreyo scp#scp#recreyo chan
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Recreyo art dump
#recreyo#recreyo au#curt richy#kristine fel#chilly panda#recreyo scp au#recreyo spider verse au#ivan animated#frugal aesthetic#cypher den#alt recreyo???#art dump abt my random recreyo aus
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the guys!!! wtf is goin on with them... /aff
#the engineer doodles (art tag)#doodles#recreyo#recreyo scp#curtrichy#scp 049#cypherden#frugal aesthetic#ivan animated
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