The Dream Walker(1)

(Present day, Site-19, America - 10:30 AM)

"Death 13?"

"Yeah that's the name he gave us before I woke up."

"Hmm, thank you for your time, Mr. Mason. Please follow the guards outside and they will escort you out of this place."

Alan nods and then leaves the room. 

'Death 13, huh? Could he be a Stand as well? Looks like I'll have to ask Rodeo about this.' Amelia thought.

———

(Site Director Emma's office, Site-19 - 10:45 AM) 

Rodeo, Amelia and Evan were standing in the room while Emma was sitting on a chair. 

"Death 13 neutralized SCP-2571?!" Rodeo exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, I think so."

"And based on what the other victims said they pretty much said the same thing." Emma said.

"To think of a dream Stand like Death 13 was able to get rid of an SCP." Evan said before asking, "So how do we communicate with him if he's in the dream world? I mean we can't sleep since me and Rodeo are Stands."

"I'll do it."

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Amelia, we are not sure whether he's friend or foe to us at least and may I remind you if you get hurt or suffer any injury in the dream world, you will receive them in the real world as well." Rodeo said in a serious tone.

"Is that how Death 13 works?"

"Yes, he also can control his dimension any way he wants so that world is his playground." 

Amelia then looks at Emma, "Site Director, let me try to make contact with Death 13 and find out his motivation and why he is here?" 

"Alright I'll give you full permission to make contact with Death 13, but if anything goes wrong, Evan and Rodeo will be on your side just in case to wake you up."

"Thank you, site director."

Emma sighs, "The O5 council won't be happy with hearing that a Stand neutralized an SCP." 

"Yeah." Rodeo knew that while killing an SCP has its benefits, there are also consequences to be considered. 

Rodeo thought about SCP-1337 who was just a normal harmless ghost, but then became a vengeful ghost after a certain Foundation Agent tried to neutralize her, and this led to some deadly consequences. 

(Author: Believe me, when I read about SCP-1337, I was like 'What the hell, man'. And read further and saw the consequences. It's not pretty.)

"So when do we start?" Evan asked.

Rodeo simply answered, "Amelia will sleep on a sofa at night time which I saw back in the infirmary in the psychiatrist's office, while we watch over her and wake her up just in case things go south. Simple as that."

"So what do we do in the meantime then?" 

"Let's binge watch some anime at the break room with my phone."

"Good idea."

Then the two left the room. As they did, Amelia then asked Emma. 

"And how's my... father doing?"

"Pretty much. Stubborn and angry as always."

Amelia scoffs, "Of course he is."

"Buck, he takes his job seriously and he can make... some questionable decisions sometimes. But at the end of the day, he's still your father and his daughter."

"Oh really. Then tell me did he know I almost died in a helicopter crash?"

Emma sighed, "He did know. I did give the report to the council after all." 

"And I'm pretty sure he couldn't care less if I died as well."

"He didn't say anything like that, Buck. He was just..."

"Disappointed."

"Yeah."

"And how does he see, Rodeo?"

"...As another SCP."

"Well, I'll be leaving then. Have a nice day, Emma."

Amelia then left the room. 

Amelia was walking down the hallway until she halted her steps, shebgripped her hands tightly in anger and then kept walking down the hallway. 

———

(Infirmary, Psychiatrist Office, Site-19 - 11:00 PM)

Rodeo and Evan were sitting on a chair along with Green, while Amelia was lying on the sofa fast asleep. 

"So this Death 13, is one of the more unique Stands, right?" Green asked.

"Yeah, these types of stands are rare, their uniqueness makes them deadly in every way. He's a Stand that can only exist in dreams,but still doesn't explain the portal thing that Amelia mentioned."

"Maybe it allows him to go to other's dreams as well." Evan theorized, "I mean Stands can have a second ability if they can achieve it."

"True, but who is he exactly? That's what I want to know." Rodeo takes out his phone and checks some YouTube videos.

Evan joins in as well, Green on the other hand just looks at the asleep Amelia finding it cute for some odd reason and smiles. 

Evan looked at Green who was smiling and then at Amelia, and then again at Green before making a devilish grin.

"What's on your mind, Green?"

Green looks at Evan, "Oh it's nothing."

"Thinking about her, huh?"

"It's nothing like that." Green says, trying to dodge the question.

"You love her, don't you~?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Want me to give you some tips?"

"Says the guy who got rejected by every girl on site-19." Rodeo enters the conversation.

Both Green and Rodeo laughed while Evan had shadows covering his eyes. 

"I hate you, man."

"Thank you."

———

(Death 13's Amusement Park, Dream World)

Amelia woke up and found herself sitting on one of the cabs of the ferris wheel. She then stood up and looked down, noticing she was high up and spotted other rides as well that you will typically find in any amusement park. 

"So this is Death 13's world? Quite the place,but where is he?" 

"Right behind you."

Amelia immediately turned around and saw Death 13 floating right in front of her, holding his great scythe in his hands. 

"So by random chance you made it here. Well welcome to my grand amusement park. How may I help you, uhhh what's your name?"

"My name is Dr. Amelia Buck. I work for the SCP Foundation, Death 13."

"Lali ho! You know my Stand name?" He said surprised.

"Yes, but what's your real name?"

"My name is Dr. Arnold Jefferson. An American who lives in Indianapolis, Indiana. I'm an Oneirologist. Both of my parents were born in Indiana and before I turned into Death 13 after receiving a mysterious package, I was 26 years old and had hazel colored hair which I would always tie up in a ponytail, and dark green eyes and I have a PhD in Onierology."

"I see, don't know why you are also telling me about your former appearance but whatever.  So you study dreams, correct?

"Yes, but believe me, I mean no harm. I'm a kind soul even though my appearance can be somewhat questionable with my face and scythe."

"I've seen far worse things than you, so this is nothing new to me, Dr. Arnold."

"...I want to ask you something, Dr. Amelia. Who is this foundation you speak of?"

"You don't know the foundation?"

"Nope." 

"Fine I'll tell you. I think there is no reason to hide when you are more like an anomaly anyway."

(One Explanation Later.) 

"I see, so you do research on monsters and certain special time warping phenomenons and anomalies that could either save or destroy the world as we know it. Interesting."

"And you neutralized one of those so-called anomalies."

"Which one?"

"Cragglewood Park."

"Oh! So that nightmare was on your foundation's radar?"

"Yes and you destroyed it because you had no knowledge regarding it, and you didn't even think that there could be consequences for your actions."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Amelia. I really didn't know, but I did get something out of it."

"And what would that be?"

"More notes for my research on dreams. Follow me."

Arnold then snapped his fingers which both found themselves inside a room filled to the brim with papers, notes on the walls, and some on the tables. 

"Where are we?"

"Remember that white castle you saw when you were on the ferris wheel, well we're in it."

Amelia then looked at one of the notes, papers and saw mostly theories, question marks and hand drawn pictures. 

"Are these your research notes?"

"Yes, thanks to my new ability that I achieved called [Dream Walker], I am able to travel to other dreams or nightmares and research them, get an idea about what goes on inside a person dreams or nightmares and how they are formed and how those dreams or nightmares have symbolism towards something. Believe me the research data is endless." He said in excitement.

"I see, how long have you been here?"

"My best guess would be since 26th of February, since that was the day when I got the helmet during the pandemic and teleported into this amusement park, which I can control in the dream world. Unfortunately I can't leave the world of dreams. Believe me I tried but I couldn't. So this is my home for now and being a Stand forever and all that."

"When you said random chance, what did you mean by that?"

"You see I can bring people from their dreams into my dream world and on other occasions by random chance you or others might arrive in my dream world, without you even knowing at all, like a lottery for example there's a chance you might either win or lose. All of it depends on random chance."

"It does make sense."

"Of course it does. So are there any other Stands in the real world that arrived just like me." He asked.

"Yes, we did find four Stands. Two in America and two in Europe. 

"I see. So are they friendly?"

"Two of them are with me and they are kind and the other two well I didn't meet them since they are in two different facilities in Europe." 

Arnold: Hmmmm I see. So Dr. Amelia, how long have you been a scientist for the foundation?"

"For a long time actually, did research on many anomalies, monsters and survived a containment breach from 106 and... a crash.

"A crash? Like what, a car crash or-?"

"A helicopter crash."

"Oh! But how did it happen exactly?"

With a bit of hesitation, Amelia said, "I'll tell you."