The figure looked over, and his appearance changed to that of Chris Pratt (because thats fun) and said in a wise, kind voice, *ah, hello. Come, sit.* he said, gesturing to a seat.

( I had much trouble reading that with a straight face)


He was surprised by the response, but obeyed the Scp and sat.

(Lol)

He smiled and summoned a burger, biting into it. *so, tell me. Whats it like being a D-class?*

"I mean aside from the fact you're risking your life by going near those paranormal monsters, its alright. Better when you're sitting up with the more chill SCPs" he said

He nodded. *so, how are you doing?*

He closed his eyes and sighed, "I just.. cant shake the though that at some point, I'm gonna to die alone here."

God sat up and stared at him for a moment before taking his hand. *you will never be alone.*

He smiled, though his mind still raced from the thought.

He then hugged the poor D-class. *how did you even become a D-class, if you dont mind me asking? Your a good kid.*

"I was a criminal, working with my father in multiple murders. Until my father turned his back to the world and turned me in to continue the murders."