Discharge Inn (Bar Inside Thunder Bay)

Then please, explain it all for me, you have my curiosity.

I sense a disturbance in the force...

Mhmm, so then what about the stories of vampires, garlic crosses and what have you.

I see, a death per soul. *Sweets chokes up a crystal of alcohol putting it on the table and continues drinking.

And what might the price be.

*Sweets smirks*well aren't we getting intimate, alright fine. I want to know what you've done all your life.

*Sweets puts a hand on her shoulder*We dont do that anymore. *Sweets pats her then puts his hand down drinking*So, since you told me your history, I'll tell you mine, if you take a guess first.

*Sweets smirks*trust me, you don't want to see those, especially if you have a empathetic link to what you see.

*Sweets sighs*Lets break it into segments then, I was born on July 20th at 5:25 pm to Nina and Jackson Sweets, they raised me for 18 years on the family ranch a few miles from here, until the day they decided to Commit suicide to let the life insurance money pay for my future rather than keep me in debt to pay for cancer treatments. With this shotgun... *Sweets taps the stock of the shotgun on his back.*

(and the rest will be revealed later tonight, as I got an appointment to keep.)

No, I want you to know my past, you need to know me to trust me. *Sweets takes a swig of a cocktail of rum and whiskey* After that, I lived on the ranch, worked in vegas to support myself, learned to cope, the emotional distress created beta, my more psychopathic persona, and alpha the cold and calculating one that you met. I worked as a card dealer, a con man on the street a pick pocket a lock picker, nearly got myself killed more than once, then a SCP was loose on my ranch killing cattle, I made some mechanical traps, beat the recovery teams to the bastard and they took me into the Foundation.

Don't get me wrong, we used to be alot worse...so much more worse than we are today. But back to my story I suppose, *Sweets swirls his glass watching the amber liquid swirl.*I joined up thinking I'd just be stopping monsters and things that would kill humanity, then I saw the real things happening, trying to control chaos, to hold the sun in our hands, to make a profit where there was one to gain. I tried to keep my hands clean, I was just security, non lethal, but soon I realized If i wanted to live, I'd have to learn to kill. *Sweets turns the glass back drinking it* Then they were screwing around with a pair of scps and one got heavily irradiated, and it wasnt properly scanned. I always had a taste for the sweet, chocolate, caramel, anything sugary, so I always kept a stash, unfortunatly that SCP had a bigger sweet tooth than me, it irradiated me trying to get the stash, thatradiation rewrote my genetics and turned me into what I am now.

I wasnt always nice, *Sweets takes his last drink*I met my wife, had my kids, and when the shit hit the fan, they needed someone to watch the cryostasis pods, i got to watch the mushroom clouds rise up over the horizon, and then I felt the shock wave. So, here I am now, post apocolyptia, leading the foundation, have over a million dollar bounty on my head, and a vampire hitting on me.

*Sweets sighs and follows her*I was kidding, thats how partners act, and I do know what it feels like to see everything disappear, but what is worse, it having to see it all just wait there, *Sweets sgihs and puts his head down on the counter.*