George was in the room of SCP-682, talking with the small girl, which was an SCP, who he just named her as, Lizzy. He was about to read her a story when he heard the metal door open. He snapped his head towards the door to see who it was. He saw another D-Class has stepped inside the room. He thought that they were going to test with the SCP's too, that is until they saw who the person that stepped in the room he was in. It was Y/N, the D-Class who murdered people just because of curiosity. He scoffed in annoyance and snapped his head back to the book.
"I can't believe I'm paired with a murderer" his voice was above a whisper, but the other D-Class heard it anyway. "Look, I don't really know you, but, I didn't choose to be partnered with you either," George was getting frustrated with the D-Class, but he didn't want to show it, and since his best trait is patience, it wouldn't really be that hard to not show his frustration.
"Hey, I can detect you're frustrated," this took George by surprise and he just buried his head deeper in the book. His face was blushing from frustration. He despised the D-Class more than any murderer he ever despised to.
"Anyways, Lizzy, do you want me to read you the book..?" George has asked SCP-053 this, and is finally relieved that he finally got to ask the question he always has been waiting to ask. "Yes!" the SCP has shouted her answer, despite being near both of the D-Classes.
"Okay," George flipped to the first page of a story, and decided to read it in a sing-songy way.
'Little Gracie
Found A Strange House
A Place To Play
Just past all the trees
Swift Sharp Needles
Do Spot His Face
Before He Feeds
On The Sheep's White Fleece
Phantasmagorical
Willows Of Wisteria
A Memorial
A Crescendo
Of Hysteria
Little Children
Went Astray
In The Sunny Soil Beneath
Wriggling Worms In Disarray
Hear Them Laughing Underneath
Counting
Ten, Nine, Zero Fingers
Won't You Come And Play
The Gray Man's Game
Move Quick
Be AnArtful Dodger
When The Cleavers
Start Swishing In Flames
Phantasmagorical
Willows Of Wisteria
A Memorial
A Crescendo
Of Hysteria
Little Children
Went Astray
In The Sunny Soil Beneath
Wiggling Worms In Disarray
Hear Them Laughing Underneath'
George finished the rest of the story and once he was done, he looked up from the book to see the D-Class and the SCP, specifically SCP-682, asleep. Y/N's head was on top of the SCP's back, eyes shut and chest rising and falling. The SCP was lying on it's stomach, eyes shut just like the D-Class. George then chuckled, wondering how they both fell asleep to the, a little bit, scary story.
Meanwhile, SCP-053 can be seen messing with her toys, specifically, playing with it. "Come, now Lizzy, let's go back to your room,"George took the SCP's hand and began to put her toys back to her little car, that's what the SCP wanted to call it.
They, George and the SCP, exited the room and headed for Lizzy's cell. They were accompanied by Dr. Clay and another scientist that George doesn't know, or at least, familiar with. "Hey, um, Mr. Scientist, what's your name?" George was pretty nervous, by the looks of it, talking to another scientist aside from Dr. Clay.
"Call me Dr. Callahan!" the scientist's tone of voice was pretty lively, to say the least, or that's what George thought of anyways. "Thank you for the information! I don't really want to call all the scientists 'Mr. Scientist'," George chuckled lightly.
"By the way," Dr. Callahan said, George's attention averted to him, "How aren't you getting the negative effects of, SC- er, I mean, Lizzy?" George wondered it towards him too, but he never questions it all the time. "I don't know even know how myself," George made sure that his tone of voice wasn't rude or sarcastic, after all, one wrong move and you'd be getting bullets all over your body.
"I see, very peculiar," Dr. Callahan whispered the last statement to himself. George, on the other hand, wasn't paying attention anymore. He really missed his home, he missed watching movies, and he missed his friend Sapnap, Tommy and Toby, and all his other friends.
"We're here!" George was snapped out of his very short thoughts and saw that they were finally at Lizzy's cell. "Well, this is goodbye, for now," George booped Lizzy's nose as he finished his sentence, to which the SCP giggled. Clay had a strange feeling, he feels like he knows what it is but he can't put his finger on it.
"Okay, D-G30RG3, let's go back to your cell," the scientist interrupted the moment. "Wow, what a kill joy," George muttered to himself. "Bye Dr. Callahan!" George said, and yet again, the feeling Clay was feeling was back. Clay didn't know what it was and it was annoying him. Clay was the type of person who wanted answers, and if he doesn't get them, he gets annoyed.
The way back to George's cell was very silent, not the comfortable silence, but the rather uncomfortable and tense silence. The tense silence would have been broken easily, and small noises would have startled them if it weren't for George that broke the silence between the two.
"You okay? You seemed upset," this took Clay by surprise, because out of all the people that could have noticed, it was George, a D-Class that is mysterious due to his body not reacting with the negative effects the SCP's emit. "Yeah, I'm fine," Clay lied, he didn't want to make it lengthy, it would have been more obvious or he would get carried away and might rant about the feelings that are annoying him.
"If you say so," George said, but he knew that the scientist wasn't okay, but he chose not to bother him.
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They both arrived at George's cell, and parted ways. With Clay annoyed by his undiscovered feelings, would this affect his interaction with the fellow Class 3 scientist, Nick Armstrong? And with George missing his home life, will this affect his testing with the SCP's?
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