Scp 079 has broken scp 682 and many others out of their containment. You know, as one does. Well scp 106 was part of the group that had been broken out. He wasn't going to complain. It wasn't every day the AI broke you out of containment. He was going to enjoy his short-term freedom religiously.
He had walked around for..., he didn't know, he lost all sense of time what felt like centuries ago. He had just been grabbing anyone who got close enough to him, mainly unfortunate d-class. He had nabbed a few scientists and guards here and there, the scientists were more few and far between.
After walking for awhile, he could hear some distant crying. Hoping it was a d-class mourning a friend or something he continued to follow the noise. He walked slowly as it hurt to run. I mean, his legs were decaying, not rapidly anymore, but they were decaying.
When he got to the source of the sound, what he saw surprised him for sure. A very tall and lanky pale figure had just murdered a guard. It wasn't pretty, nor was it a clean murder, it was pretty bloody and gory. 106 was impressed. However, the cries they were making were rather bothersome to 106. As much as he wanted to get it to get it to shut up, he was just as much curious. He gingerly walked over to the pale figure.
They were very pale (which was very obvious), A large contrast to the warm black colour 106 possessed. They also seemed every slim, he swore he could see their rib cage. Was he malnourished? Or was he just like that. It raised so many questions, 106 couldn't think of just one to focus on. He took another step and took a deep breath and prepared for the pain of speaking.
"Hey."
The figure jumped, clearly startled. For once 106 felt bad for another being. It was..., disgusting. They gave a small whimper. For something that had just murdered a guard, it was pretty soft. He sat down by it. He placed a hand on their back, they didn't seem fazed but they seemed to calm down a little. A small triumph for 106.
"I'm 106, call me Lawrence, or Larry if it's better for you."
They looked up a little bit, 106 struggled to see their face. It was for the better, even if 106 was immortal. They pointed to themselves.
"Your name is..?"
They nodded and held up a nine using their fingers.
"Nine."
They nodded again and then held up a six.
"Six.. You're nine-six? Is there something else I can call you?"
They looked in thought for a moment. Then shrugged, did they not have a name? Or had they forgotten it. 106 could understand that, he'd been here for who knows how long.
"You look like an Elliot, I'm going to call you that okay?"
106 felt like his throat and whatever remained of his vocal chords was on fire. He wasn't complaining, he met someone he could probably understand. Keyword, probably. Taking a deep breath he spoke again.
096 was caught off guard, this was the nicest thing anyone had done of them. He felt happy, he liked this stranger named 106, or Larry, as he said. 106 offered his hand to 096 and helped him up.
"Come on, lets go."
096 looked down, he was still a bit intimidated by 106 but he had nothing wrong. So they didn't know why they were panicking.
They walked around a little bit before getting contained again.
They hoped to see Larry again.
A/n: I hope this is to your liking. I tried my best.
