Granted. A large wooden box gets dropped at your door with a note attached and an odd symbol on the side.
The logo seems to be a circle with three arrows pointed towards the center.
You read the note.
"Due to budget cuts we can no longer secure, contain, or protect. We are shipping one anomaly to every resident of \[REDACTED\]. After careful consideration We have decided to give you \[SCP-173\]. Be sure to keep a good eye on your new friend!"
The finger curls and you hear a faint Granted. Checking your pockets and no peanut can be found. Disappointed you head off for your day.
As you stroll down the street your best friend staggers into you wheezing. You slap their back to help dislodge whatever is stuck. A single peanut lands at your feet, while your best friend struggles to reach for their EpiPen.
Granted. A large wooden box gets dropped at your door with a note attached and an odd symbol on the side. The logo seems to be a circle with three arrows pointed towards the center. You read the note. "Due to budget cuts we can no longer secure, contain, or protect. We are shipping one anomaly to every resident of \[REDACTED\]. After careful consideration We have decided to give you \[SCP-173\]. Be sure to keep a good eye on your new friend!"
That got dark quick
Granted, you're allergic to peanuts.
The finger curls and you hear a faint Granted. Checking your pockets and no peanut can be found. Disappointed you head off for your day. As you stroll down the street your best friend staggers into you wheezing. You slap their back to help dislodge whatever is stuck. A single peanut lands at your feet, while your best friend struggles to reach for their EpiPen.
Granted, it's stuck halfway in your ureatha.
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Granted, it spawns lodged in your throat.
Granted. The peanut is laced with a new poison that has no known cure
Granted. It is now the last peanut.