"Before announcing the winner of the Christmas short tales contest, I'd like to thank everyone for your stories. You help the wiki a lot."
User Mulnero waited until the online chatroom was filled with as many people as possible before typing.
"And the winner is… Dr. Seik, with his tale 'SCP One Million'!"
Everyone in the chat sent their congratulations to Seik, who thanked them all and left the chat.
"Damn it!" typed user DrRobertWatson to his buddy Alguerath via a private chat window. "I was supposed to win! That story is a total fiasco! Mine is a whole lot better!"
"Relax, the moderators decided that his story was better…"
"It's just not possible! My tale had more votes, and suddenly, two days before the deadline, he posts his and beats me by double the votes! Isn't it obvious!? FUCK OFF!"
*DrRobWatson* throws Alguerath out the window
Alguerath: -_-
Quit: DrRobWatson(D@mn.It)"This guy is a basket case."
Alguerath closes the private chat window, while cursing quietly for not winning the contest either.
Dr. Robert Watson, Site 34 Level 4 Researcher, woke up suddenly after having a very strange dream. He got out of bed, and checked his cell phone.
It was December 27th, 5:25 A.M.
"Heck, I forgot the contest closes at noon!"
Still in his pajamas, he hurriedly turned on his laptop and looked through the desktop for the draft of the short story he was going to submit to the Christmas short tales contest.
"WHERE ARE YOU, FUCKING FILE!?"
When he found the file, he opened it and stopped. He decided to close his eyes.
Calm down. You're not going to write anything interesting if you do it in such a hurry.
He got up, walked over to his kitchen and made himself a cappuccino. After taking a sip, he set it down next to his laptop and began to read what he had so far.
"Ok… No, no… I have to delete this and add this… Yeah, I think that's better…"
Watson began to write, deep in concentration.
After a while, he looked at his cell phone again.
"Shit! It's already 9:30 A.M. I have a meeting!"
As Watson was putting on his shirt he knocked over the coffee cup, which fell and spilled its contents on top of his chair, where he had placed the only clean lab coat he had. Picking up the wet coat, he dropped the cup to the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Watson jumped up, and upon landing a shard of the cup penetrated his right foot.
"AAAARG!"
Watson threw himself onto the bed, lifted his foot and carefully pulled out the piece of porcelain that was stuck in it. Avoiding the rest of the shards, and cursing himself for walking barefoot, he went into his bathroom and pulled out his first aid kit. After cleaning the wound and putting on his shoes, he walked over to his closet and pulled out a battered, old lab coat. He grabbed his laptop, and limped and cursed towards the meeting room.
"Good morning, colleagues."
Dr. Seik, a Level 4 Researcher like Watson, looked at him strangely. Watson was always neat, smelled good, and most importantly, was always the first to arrive. However, today it was the complete opposite.
Watson noticed Seik's piercing gaze.
"What?"
"Nothing." Seik looked away.
A researcher stood up.
"Alright, gentlemen, we've gathered here…"
Watson ignored the researcher and opened his laptop to continue writing his story.
Before the meeting ended at 11:45 A.M., Watson submitted his tale and waited in his room for the scheduled 5:00 P.M. meeting to announce the winner.
"Before announcing the winner of the Christmas short tales contest, I'd like to thank everyone for your stories…"
Watson was very anxious. Dr. Mulnero waited until the cafeteria was as crowded as possible before speaking.
"And the winner is… Dr. Seik, with his tale 'SCP One Million'!"
Everyone in the cafeteria applauded as Seik stood up, bowed and shook Mulnero's hand.
"Damn it!" said Watson to Dr. Alguerath on the way back. "I was supposed to win! That story is a total fiasco! Mine is a whole lot better!"
"Relax, the judges decided that his story was better…"
"It's just not possible! My tale was better, by far, I submitted it last so they'd review it first, but still his story won! Isn't it obvious!? FUCK OFF!"
Watson slammed his bedroom door shut.
"This guy is a basket case."
Alguerath went back to his room, while cursing quietly for not winning the contest either.
Watson laid on his bed, pondering what had just happened.
"Fuck you too, Morpheus."