D-Class (DreamNotFound) {On Hiatus}

Chapter 7

George sits on his bed, guilt weighing on his shoulder. 'Who is Nick?' was my very thoughts. If he knew George, then they must have been good friends right? But how would George know? He doesn't even remember anything about him. With that thought, George lies down, hoping that he will fall asleep.

George keeps on turning around the bed, the thought of 'Who is Nick?' repeating on his head. It was as if it was haunting him or it was broken that it can only repeat something. This annoyed George as he kept on turning on the bed, looking for the comfortable spot to block out the question.

George stood up and sat down on his bed, annoyed that he can't get the question off his mind. He stared at the floor, and just kept on staring. 'Why won't this stupid question on my mind go aw-' his thoughts were interrupted when he saw something white under the table on where the picture frames are standing. 

George bent down, trying to see what it is. 'Paper?' he thought, grabbing the paper and returning to his bed. It was folded, so like any normal person would do, he opened the paper and saw the first words.

"March 03, 20XX"

'March 03?' George said in his mind. 'March 03 was-' and realization struck George. 'If this was written on March 03, then wouldn't that mean that there's something useful here?' George asked in his mind. George turned his attention back on the paper, or rather, letter.

"Hi me,"

George's face twisted into confusion.

"So uh, looks like you don't remember? Quite understandable, after being injected by a̶n̶e̶s̶t̶h̶e̶s̶i̶a̶ amnestics,"

'Amnestics?'

"Well, Nick works here too, I guess that's why he was 'gone' for a few months," 

This took another level of confusion to George. 'If Nick knew me, and I knew Nick, and I was injected with amn- oh now it makes sense'

"It's kinda sad really, but I hope you found this letter I wrote for myself, it might help clear things when Nick acts like you knew each other,"

George folded the paper, exhausted from all the confusion. But he missed a very important paragraph, and a very important paragraph indeed.

Meanwhile, Clay and Callahan was investigating in Luray Caves, already found some few clues pointing to the origins of SCP-R4NB00.

Clay mumbled a few words while reading the book then closed it to read it when they get back on the site. Callahan would take pictures on a few photos in case they lose it.

"We only found a few clues, and not one points out to the origin of the SCP," Clay said, sighing and just walked to another room.

'Wow, is he mad?' Callahan thought. He just shrugged and continued taking pictures on some clues and taking photos.

The room Clay walked in was weird. It had black and white paint split in the middle, as if it represents the-

"SCP!" Clay shouted, covering his mouth after. 'I shouldn't have screamed.

Clay heard rushing footsteps to his direction and mentally facepalmed himself for screaming.

"SCP where?" Callahan said. 

"I may have found the room of the SCP" Clay said, voice unsure. Callahan raised his eyebrows and looked around the room.

"Yeah looks like it," Callahan said, touching the floor. "It does represent the body color of the SCP."

Clay just nodded and turned around to investigate the room. When Clay turned around, he saw a small table. 

'How did I not see this?' Clay thought, getting closer to it. 'I must be blind' Clay put his hands on the table and chuckled internally.

'The texture is... wood. Surprising' Clay thought, rolling his eyes internally. He moved his hands away from the table, only to see that his palm were full of dust. Clay then decided to wipe the dust off, thinking that it might hold some clue, and boy was Clay right.

Clay called Callahan and asked him to take a picture of it, just in case they can't bring it to the site. 

"Do you think this might mean something?" Callahan said, looking at Clay.

"Of course," Clay responded back

They began to stop investigating there and pitched a tent to sleep. They were split into two since the tents were not enough for all of them. Clay and Callahan were obviously going to share in the tent because they know each other.

Meanwhile, Nick was still working some kind of serum to restore some memories of George. He's been working for hours but hasn't tested it on D-Classes yet, and the reason why is because he didn't tell the 05 Council about this.

'Oh boy am I going to be in so much trouble for doing this,' Nick thought, chuckling to himself before continuing on his serum. 

"Nick?" Karl called out, rubbing his eyes. Nick's heart jumped a little as he rushed quietly to the door.

"Yes?" Nick asked.

"What are you doing up?" Karl asked him, eyes still heavy and hand leaning on the doorframe.

"Nothing," Nick chuckled.

"Come on, let's go back to sleep," Karl said, grabbing Nick's hand softly.

Nick looked behind him and saw that it wasn't the lab he was in earlier.

'What?'

"Come on Nick," Karl said, still gripping Nick's hand.

"Okay," Nick said, his free movements were gone.

Nick was scared as he moved on his own, slowly walking alongside Karl to cuddle with Quackity in the bed they share, not that Nick doesn't like it but it scared him that he can't move on his own.

The moment Nick lied down on the bed, he woke up, almost toppling over the vials he had put in the rack. Nick rubbed the back of his head and proceeded to mess with his hair because he likes it that way and no one seem to care about how messy his hair is, except Kenneth, he gets distracted by it because it's 'weird' for him.

"I have to continue making the serum," Nick said to himself and began to mix the other potions until it turned into a new color. He left it that way and began to hide it, and went to cuddle with Karl and Quackity because he is tired and needs rest.

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