"Hey Marchie, lemme have it!"
Wrenching the camera away from the March, the belligerent raccoon ran to the nearest cupboard. Using her Mighty Bat of Epicness, she warded off the terrible pink-haired demoness who wanted to steal away her treasure, valiantly defending against the darkness, with her only ally being Ser Cameralot the Dusty. Throwing a sack of floury flour of doom, she, Stelle the great, quickly took pictures of all of them, from Herta, Asta, and Arlan, all the way to Dan Heng, March, and old Welt. Just as she was about to take a picture of Shinji, a small rock got her hands, causing her to drop the camera to the ground.
"OOOWWW...!"
With quick hands, Shinji deftly caught the old Polaroid, quickly sheathing it inside his coat. As Stelle rubbed her hands, the pictures slowly drifted into the hands of their respective owners...
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Eyes curious, Herta took a gander at the picture that had drifted her way...
Atop one of the giant cakes that dotted the system, Chef Herta the Great stood akimbo, with her mystic ladle of awesomeness. Having her Ruan Mei praise her with joy in her eyes made Herta feel all the more joy...
Making sure that nobody was looking her way, Herta quickly stuffed the picture in her bountiful assets. This bad boy will only be mine to look at...
With a quick oomph, Herta strode forward towards Shinji, who was busy scrutinising Curio 978...
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Arlan couldn't help but daydream at the scene in front of him:
Asta, now known as Mrs Arlan, lay atop his arms, clad in her over-the-top white wedding dress, happy to lie in the arms of her beloved. As Arlan jumped in the air, everyone from the space station could be seen giving their blessings...
"Hey Arlan, what does yours show? Mine shows me, you and Peppy walking down the plains of Kilangero, smelling the fragrant flowers of Myster. What about yours...?"
Quickly hiding his photo, Arlan quickly replied. "Huh, no, yes... It's the same as yours, Ms Asta, just... in this case we're celebrating your birthday."
"Wow...that's nice. Okay then, let's see what the others are like..."
And with a slight hop, Asta strode towards Herta, who now stood beside the outer land trio, wanting to know what the camera truly is. With a soft shake of his head, Arlan, hid the picture in his pocket, following Asta soon after...
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Clutching the photo, Dan Heng couldn't help but feel a giant headache coming to him:
On a giant terrace, 5 young men and women could be seen enjoying food on a giant table. One white-haired man could be seen stealing food from a turquoise coloured woman, who could be seen smacking his head. A young man and a female Foxian are seen playing a game of celestial jades, with the man losing horribly at that...
And finally, in the very centre, lay a very stoic dragonkin, his expression stern, yet glints of joy burning in his eyes. Laid atop his thigh was a giant jade spear, shining in the sky...
"Hey Dan Heng, who are they? Doesn't matter, come look at mine! See, see, look at how beautiful I look, wearing a light-blue dress, dancing on the ice. See...!?"
Seeing Dan Heng all scrunched up and all, March quickly changed the subject, realising that these must be painful memories for her fellow Nameless friend. Seeing how March changed the subject for him, he quickly shelved the issue of the picture to the back of his mind...
But still, why now...?
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Clutching the photo, Welt grabbed hold of Shinji, before shoving it right in front of his face:
Huddled together was Welt, alongside a rougher-looking Himeko, clutching a bottle of wine. Beside them were three young girls, smiling as they piled atop each other...
"How... How come was this camera able to capture the deepest desires of my heart? Tell me, old codger, is it one of your stupid SCPs!?"
Realising that he could hide it no longer, Shinji exhaled deeply, before confirming what Welt had dreaded for so long:
"Yes... Curio 978, the Dusty camera, is also known as SCP 978, the Polaroid that captures the deepest desires of those captured on film..."