“N-No I’m not!”

“Denying that you’re cute only makes you more charming. You know that, right?”

“I-I guess…”

“So, is it all right if I stay with you overnight next weekend?”

“Yes, I’m fine with it. But don’t do anything sexual. That includes touching yourself, which Natsumi informed me you have a disturbing habit of.”

“Dammit.” Imya smiled. “But is it that disturbing?”

“Yes, it is.” Itsuki blushed. “Plus, I don’t want to have to see that, I mean, as a minor and all, and we just met and-”

“Oh, come on. I’m usually under a blanket.”

“And that makes it less disturbing?”

Imya hesitated. “I-I guess not. But the truth is, touching myself, doing sexual things, that’s the only way I can get sexual gratification without harming myself… Much.” Imya continued, “Most of the scars you might have caught a glimpse of when we met aren’t from other people. They’re from me. I cut myself. A lot. I tried to quit, but the only one who quit was my therapist. When I told her what was wrong with me, she stood up and said, ‘I quit. No one can fix you.’ I want to stop cutting myself or at the very least stop mutilating myself for one second of sexual gratification. And, not only that, but I must have sex frequently, or else I feel even more like I want to die.”

“I-I’m… I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s all right.” Imya took a steel pocketknife out of her pocket. She flipped it open and carefully rolled up her sleeve.

Itsuki heard Imya moaning softly through the phone. “Imya, what are you doing? Are you… Are you cutting yourself?”

“Y-Yes… I admit it, I am.” Blood steadily flowed down Imya’s arm. She continued making narrow cuts on her wrist. “I-Itsuki… Am I… A freak?”

“No! You just have different hobbies, and your honesty is a little bit creepy sometimes but-”

Imya began to shake. She fell to her knees and dropped her knife. Her voice became weak. “I-Itsuki… Does… D-Does it ever get better?”

“Imya! Are you all right?”

“I-I’m fine! J-Just drunk, presumably… I… I hope that’s the only problem… W-What’s going on? D-Did I lose too much blood? M-My… My head is spinning. The pain is intolerable… I-” Imya fainted.

Itsuki began to panic. “Imya? Imya! Can you hear me?”

Serafina ran over. “What… What happened?”

“I-Imya just fainted… I’m sure it’s nothing serious! S-She… She was cutting herself and might have fainted from blood loss, but I think… I think she’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“O-Okay…”

Itsuki hung up and handed the phone back to Serafina.

A figure in a plague doctor suit rushed in. “Itsuki, who were you talking to on the phone?”

“I was just talking with a friend, SCP-049. Her name is Imya.”

“How’s she doing?”

“She was cutting herself and fainted from blood loss.”

SCP-049 hesitated. “Do I need to help her or-”

“She’s immortal. She’ll be all right.”

“That’s a relief. For some odd reason, no one trusts me around humans anymore!”

Itsuki chuckled, “Your cure still might need testing on non-human subjects.”

The phone rang again. Serafina picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey. Sorry for fainting in the middle of a phone call. I’m fine now. Natsumi slapped me back to sanity. By that, I mean she hit me in the left testicle with a baseball bat until I woke up. Fucking ow.”

“Okay.” Serafina handed the phone to Itsuki. “It’s for you. Imya’s okay now.”

Itsuki took the phone. “H-Hey, Imya…”

“Hey there, Strawberry Shortcake.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Make me, Strawberry Shortcake.”

Itsuki’s face turned bright red. “Stop it!”

“Again, make me, Strawberry Shortcake,” Imya chuckled.

Itsuki turned towards SCP-049. “How do I stab someone through the phone?”

Imya smiled. “I don’t think you can.”

“Dammit.”

“Besides, I already fainted from blood loss today. Maybe wait until tomorrow to stab me.”

“I’m not bringing my katana to the beach!”

“Dammit. I wanted to see it.”

“Please tell me you mean the katana.”

Imya hesitated. “Of course,” She grinned. “Strawberry Shortcake.”

Serafina sighed, “Itsuki, I think that Imya will only be focusing on staring at your breasts the entire time we’re at the beach. So, don’t wear anything too revealing.

Itsuki nodded. “Of course, I’m wearing something revealing!”

Imya asked, “Itsuki, do you have a phone?”

“Yeah, but I can only call and text on it.” She texted something to Imya’s number. “I’m texting you my phone number since I’m not comfortable saying it out loud. One time, SCP-106 heard me.” She shuddered. “Don’t ask how I know this, but his sperm is all gray and corrosive.”

“Yikes. That will haunt you for the rest of time.” Imya paused. “Wait for a second, that thing has a functional reproductive system?”