Skipnaming.

Two Krekel's escorted The Lich into Agent Black and Iris's cell after his request had been accepted. At one point while walking in the hallway, one of them asked if he needed to eat. He told them no since he was technically dead.

When he arrived at the cell, Agent Black was kneeling in front of Iris, seemingly comforting her, and Scorn was there holding the ball.

Scorn looked at The Lich and clicked.

"Ah, you're here, Lich. I hope you'll feel less accompanied now you're with them. We will deliver a bed here later on."

The Lich waved his hand in disapproval.

"I appreciate it, but I can't feel anything. I can just rest on the floor and I can't sleep. I don't mind it."

Scorn looked at The Lich with his big eyes. He made another clicking sound with his house.

"Very well, right now I'll have to talk to scp 105. I hope you don't mind."

"No, no. It's alright." He says.

The Lich entered and Iris stared at him, he didn't looked at her to make her feel uncomfortable. Black just looked at The Lich briefly before turning back to Iris.

He sat down at the end of the room and looking at the Krekel's in the entrance.

"Now, you got it?" Black says.

"Yeah." Iris replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I got it." She replied a little annoyed.

She got up on the bed and approached Scorn. She put her hands on the orb as they started speaking. The Lich just listened as his expression betrayed his emotions while he kept listening.

"You can ask your questions now." She says.

"Excellent." Scorn said. He handed the orb to her as they started conversing, at this point The Lich couldn't understand what they were talking about. But from Iris's it was clear what it was about.

"[][][][]" Scorn clicked as Iris touched the object.

"Yeah." She replied, "I can understand you."

"[][][][]"

"Uh, sure."

Iris stood up and began walking over to the couch. Scorn approached Black. Iris was the one who spoke up for him.

"He says there's no need for you to be present in this conversation."

Black nodded. "That's fine, I'm just going to hang out on my bed then."

"He says, very well." Iris replied.

Black sat on his mattress and his backpack dropped to the floor. He rummaged inside and took out a book which The Lich tried to read the cover. He couldn't figure out the title cover because Black covered it with his fingers. He opened it but didn't read the contents of the book.

The Lich meanwhile just listened, curious as to how the conversation would go.

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"It's called a Polaroid One Step Express camera. I got it a few years ago for Chri-"

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Oh… right, sorry. Never mind then."

"[][][][]"

"Yeah I can demonstrate." Iris grabbed the camera, fiddled with the device for a few moments and raised it. A clicking sound was head and a polaroid was processed out a few seconds later.

"See?" She raised the photography.

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"Wait, so then how did you get the pictures?"

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Iris looked stunned for a moment; The Lich was interested of what Scorn have just said.

"Really? That… and that works?"

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"Wow, I didn't even know that was… wow."

"[][][][]" Scorn took out a few polaroid's and handed it to her. "[][][][]"

"These are some photos I took in my world. I thought they were still in my jacket." She motioned to one of the jackets on the floor.

"[][][][]"

"I mean, go ahead." She added, "Can you just call me Iris."

Black looked up. The Lich craned his head at Black before looking back at Iris.

Scorn took the photos on the jacket before sliding it onto a pocket on its white clothed vest.

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"it… most certainly isn't what I desire."

Scorn looked over at Black, he turned to Iris.

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"Well he's kind of a asshole."

The Lich raised his eyebrow, what kind of kid curses at her age. Sure, she's fifteen, but damn. Back in his younger days, her mother would certainly belt him if he ever cursed once.

Black scoffed and shook his head, The Lich just nodded. He is an asshole.

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"Thanks."

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"I will."

Iris stood up from her couch and Scorn walked to the door. Iris turned to Black.

"They say their going to speak to their superiors about sharing more information with us."

"Information about what?" Black asked.

"No idea." She said, walking across the room and dropping to her head. "They also said its past recreation hours, so we're going to have to stay in here."

Silence stretched on for a while, and The Lich couldn't help but think, 'She's going to say it for sure. I know damn well that feeling.' Hassu chuckled at himself, as Black and Iris looked at him weirdly.

"Apologies." He replied.

They continued on their business. Silence permeated the room as Hassu waited for it.

Eventually, the silence broke.

"You're an asshole, Black."

'Here we go.' The Lich thought.

"Why did you tell Scorn my name was SCP-105?"

"Because it is." He replied coldly before adding. "Scp 7000 doesn't even mind it."

"HES NOT EVEN HUMAN AND MY NAME ISNT-" She snapped. She turned at Lich. "I'm sorry, Lich."

"All well, Iris."

Iris smiled from hearing that. At least someone like him called her name correctly instead of her designation.

"It's my designation, not MY name."

"There isn't a difference." He replied, turning to his book.

"We're on a different reality, Agent Black." The Lich said, "Your superiors won't know-"

"No." He said coldly. "Skipnaming isn't up for discussion. Let alone a debate."

"Well at least don't call me a skip." Iris retorted.

Black didn't respond, silence permeated the room once more.

"Do you have food?" Iris said after a few minutes.

Black sighed, reached to his backpack and tossed the remaining ration bar to 105.

"…Thanks." She said, quietly as it torn the wrapper open.

The Lich was staring at them from the room, which made Iris uncomfortable. Black just continued reading his book, he hoped he wouldn't finish the story before they could get back to his reality, but he had no other choice.

"hmm…" The Lich said in a soft hum, his voice deep and calming.

Iris stopped eating the ration and told him: "Are you hungry?"

"No. I don't eat, or sleep."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Then, you just… stay like that..?"

She probably mentioned his way of sitting down and just observing them, as well as just sitting quietly.

"It won't harm you, 105. He does that all the time." Black responded.

Iris shot him a glare before returning to eat her food.

"I'm sorry, I wont stare at you. And yes, its what I do. Sometimes I just daydream." He looks up.

"About what?" She asks, curious what a corpse like him would think when there's probably no brain in his skull. Or just rotten already.

"Food. And sometimes imagining what it feels like to… feel." The Lich says looking down. He was losing it all, he couldn't feel anything. Other than his emotions.

"Feel, as in… touch?" She asks.

"Yeah. That." The Lich replied.

Iris examined The Lich properly this time. A red and green vein was hanging out from his arms, covered by a cloth. She didn't want to imagine what rotten carcass lay beneath that robe. He was tall, and he had two horns and crown.

"Were you a king once?" She asks, pointing at his head.

"Oh. You mean the crown?" The Lich said. He wasn't sure either what it was, other than the theory it could've been a phylactery. 'Wait, a phylactery. Oh, my goodness, how did I even forget about such detail!'

Phylactery is what Lich's would use to bind their souls so when their body dies, they can posses another vessel. They won't really die in a sense unless the phylactery is destroyed which contains their essence and soul.

"Yeah. A kingdom you wouldn't know. It was located in a land called The Land of Ooo." He lied, but there was no other way and they don't know about Adventure time anyway. If they did, they would've heavily locked him up on the first day after knowing he was The Lich.

Iris's interests were piqued, since there was nothing to talk about and would wait for Scorn to return, she decided to speak with The Lich, he was at least a little nice. Unlike Black.