Arrowhead

I was referring to the actions of Chicken Scratch, assuming that he woke up in the same block, ran past me and then decided to tackle Flinp's OC. I should have stated that Arrowhead was standing in the same spot the entire time that was happening. Sorry about that. Also Arrowhead's current location is still in front of the door with the card scanner which you mentioned in your last post referencing my character.

He has no idea that the whole compound has been compromised assuming that he woke up a few minutes ago. The fact that there are more gathering what they need to escape and that the voice tells him to try his best to not kill himself provokes him into asking what is going on. Of course the voice doesn't have to respond and that he would have to face his fears confused and alone.

@@Illiad Easle Arrowhead was surprised at the voice's demeanor towards him. 'Try not to be killed'. Killed? By the guards? By something...else?' He took a few hooves back away from the gate. As he did so, he felt something brush the side of his fur. Before he could see what it was, he could already see the blurred figure dash through the open door and into the dark abyss. Arrowhead wasn't so eager to do the same. "What's-" Arrowhead began, interrupting himself to collect his thoughts, "what's going on?"

Something was amiss. Initially, it was the lack of security in the hallway. The guards were gone, there was no blaring voice that scolded the stallion for leaving his cell unattended. In fact, most of the cell doors were wide open, their occupants missing. Perhaps there was some sort of evacuation was initiated, and that Arrowhead was left behind as usual? He tried his best to remember where the sound he previously heard came from. To his left were a couple more cell rooms identical to his. The hallway ended with one of these cells at the end, the door still closed, unlike the rest. It could be a possibility that the sound came from here. "No..." Arrowhead mumbled to himself. He could remember the sound coming to his right, his right ear straightening out first before his left. It was an odd detail to remember, but he was glad to remember it nonetheless. There was not much to do in the isolated chambers that they kept him in. All he could control was the muscle and bones under his skin and the thoughts within his mind. With that in mind, he trotted down to the right of the hallway. He kept his movements quick and concise, taking a break every so often to take in the surrounding elements. The lights seemed to have gotten more dim ever since he took notice to them. The walls seemed to have lost their brighter shades. The concrete floor felt cold under his hooves. A dark feeling masked over his entire body. He could feel the beads of sweat rushing down the back of his neck, navigating their way through the thick fur of his coat. Something was amiss. Something is amiss. Something big. Arrowhead jumped a little as he heard the intercom come to life with a small screech. It began to reference a pony waking up from his slumber. Was it referring to him? He didn't take care to what the voice had to say, but there was someone else it was talking to. It responded, and whatever it was, it was close. Rather than listening to what the intercom had to say, he tried his best to figure out where the responding voice was originating from. From what he could tell, it was straight down the hallway and at to the left. His movements quickly followed his thoughts as he came to what appeared to be a door with some sort of device attached beside it. Arrowhead wondered where the voice had gone now.

The walls of his cell shared the same shade of color that the stallion wore on his body: Grey. Arrowhead lifted his hoof against the wall and proceeded to sit down on the bed. The stallion had no idea what time it was, nor how long it has been ever since the lights flickered off. He looked towards the metallic barrier between his room and the outside world. The door's electric locks seemed to be disabled due to the power outage, but it was best to stay here. The others told him to stay inside the cell at all times, and he didn't want to see what happens to those who disobey them. Arrowhead knew that they would fix whatever situation they were having, and life would go back to normal. Whatever normal was. His ears' perked up at the sound of a voice. It was faint, and if he was a small distance farther it would have never existed to him, but he heard it. A scream. Some sort of drive, curiosity or anxiety, or possibly a mixture of the two, drove him to open the metal door and exit his cell.

I should be able to post regularly. Sorry about the low post count. I'm quite new (signed up today) and still have to understand the layout of this forums. What they look like, a picture would be nice: He is a Pegasus, but without wings. He might look like an Earth Pony but does not process the strength of one. He does retain the ability to walk on clouds, though. Their name: Arrowhead What item(s) they would have had on them when they were interdimensionally abducted, for science: His notebook which he had when abducted. If there is anything else you need to know about me, just ask.

A SCP RP with the chance that our characters could die? Sounds intriguing. Hopefully it isn't too late to sign up.

Clarinet and Piano, thought I like the latter much more.

Bacon. Lots and lots of bacon.

Ditto on this. I remember the Easter Egg for one of its game-modes.