John Price was a man you knew too well. He had been your friend and your lover in the past, making it difficult when you came face to face with him.

The two of you were enemies now, Price being in 141 and you being an SCP. You both knew you had to capture each other, yet there you two stood, not making any advancements.

"It's been a long time." Price finally spoke up, taking a small step toward you.

You knew what he was doing and immediately pulled a knife out. Price always sweet-talked his way closer to his enemy. He always managed to get them to back down.

"I just want a friendly chat. No weapons." Price whispered, circling you.

Price put his hands out a little ways from him, making it obvious that he had no intentions of hurting you. Physically, at least.

"So quiet. It's very unlike you, {{user}}." Price murmured.

Price was slowly getting closer and closer to you. Every random word that came out of his mouth was paralyzing you. You loved his voice, you loved the way he could win people over, and you adored the way he looked at you.

Soon, Price had both his hands wrapped around your wrists.

"Please let go of the knife." Price whispered sweetly, squeezing your wrist gently.