Norman polk- scp guard

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Note: this is the last part of Sammy being a d class to researcher au. :)
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  six months ago the containment breach happened in his station place. Everything went wrong that night. The power went off and all doors somehow opened at once. Things had quickly gotten out of control. Scps got lose way to fast and started to kill. D class was running about ether to escape for freedom or running from being killed by security or the scps. He remembered going to check on the sneaky plague doctor and finding out his lover was helping him before being knocked out by that mask. They did manage to escape but was quickly found. The scps were spilt and they had sent Sammy to re-educate him like they did with him. He now fully trusts the foundation. They were trying to help humanity after all. But sammy never made it there.

When the 05 found this out they immediately sent a team out to find the the vehicle and the security they had guarding Sammy. They came back to him with the information they found. The vehicle had been hit from the back causing them to go off the road and rammed an a tree. The security had all been shoot with no signs of Sammy. The 05 had two theories as to what happen. One theory they had was Sammy managed to get a gun from a security and kill them all, a car hitting them as they slowed down from that or two someone else rammed them off the road, killed the security and took Sammy for their own gain.  The 05 had been looking for him but has yet to find anything about him.


Norman had been guarding the containment cell of the plague doctor for the last month now and he hated him. He was the reason Sammy was gone. If that ..thing didn't get inside sams head he would still be here working. Norman was worried for Sammy. Even missing things up on the job from lack of focus. He hoped Sammy was safe and alright wherever he was.

  Today was like any other days since  containment breach. Standing there next to to the cell of 049, making sure no one gets in that wasn't supposed to and he doesn't get out again. It was a boring job but he doesn't want to let his foundation leaders down. But today seemed off. Like the air was charged or something. He been feeling this all day. At breakfast, on breaks, at lunch and at dinner. He looked at his coworkers across the hall and notice they seem anxious as well. Jittery and worried.

"Hey guys? Do you guys have an weird feeling today as well?" Norman ask them all and as soon as he finish the alarms went off. Another containment breach!

They all sprang into action, grabbing and caulking their guns as they ran for the elevator. The leader pushed the bottom then turned back to the rest. "Someone has to stay and make sure the plague doctor stays put and Polk I'm picking you for the job!"

Norman nodded even though he didn't want to stay down here. But he obeyed the leader. "Yes sir!" He replied then went back to the cell as they crowded in the elevator, door closing a few seconds later.

He wasn't surprised seeing the doctor was sitting still in his cell, writing in the book of his. He was mostly obedient and did as told. Mostly. Norman took a chair and moved it in front of the door, sitting in it. He watched the doctor write for a while before it spoke to him. "Hello?" It said without raising its head. "What can I do for you Mr. Polk?"

This for some reason angered Norman but he held it inside as he replied. "Was this your idea again, doctor? To have another containment breach!"

This time the doctor stopped writing and glances up at him. "I did what I had to do. The pestilence needs to be cured. As for this time no. This wasn't me." The doctor replied then went back to writing his notes.

Norman didn't believe him one bet and was about to say that but there argument was interrupted by the elevator coming down. Norman found this strange since no one radioed him about coming down and went to investigate. He stood in front of the Elevator with his hands on his gun, ready to use it on an scp or d class. Instead what he saw when the door opened wasn't what he expected. It was Sammy. His Sammy! The sight of him made his heart stop. Sammy must of felt the same as him because he did not pull the trigger on his gun that he has pointed at Norman and his eyes sparkled with hope. But seeing what he was wearing changed his feelings to anger and disgust. He was wearing the chaos insurgency uniform. Chaos has gotten him. And by the way he was acting he was one of them now, strong stance and gun pointing at him.

"You choose chaos!" Norman yelled at his old lover. Why couldn't he see they were dangerous and evil?

"Norman you don't understand! We're the good guys. Y'all are the bad guy."
Sammy replied, wishing he would listen to him. "They brainwashed you! Please lis-"

"You expect me to listen to a traitor?!" Norman interrupting him. "And for all we know your the brainwashed one!" He replied, Voice getting louder as he gets more angrier. "You worked with the scps, you even freed two and you left me here! Sick and worried for months!" Norman yells. "You are the brainwashed one sam! And it's time to end this madness!"

Sammy's eyes widen as he saw Norman load his gun and he quickly tried to get the first shoot but it was to late. Norman shoot first. The bullet going directly into his stomach making him gasp in pain. Norman only had time to see him fall to his knees before being pulled into something that reminds him of ink, disappearing from 049 containment cell. He thought he was going to see that ink demon again after so long. But it was worst that demon. It was the old men he saw staring back at him, with a huge evil grin.

Sammy had dragged himself over to the wall after calling for back up and was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, or at lest slow it down until help arrived. He pushed down on the bullet wound as he was taught but it just gushed out over his hand. He sobbed hard as his wound scream in pain from pushing it. He didn't want to die. Not know. Not while being alone in a pool
of your own blood. death was scary. However he wasn't alone. There were footsteps approaching the opened elevator. 

  Sammy slowly raised his heavy head just as the being stepped in, meeting the face he  hadn't seen for a long while. The face he had come to trust. The plague doctor. "D-doc..." he tried to call out but only to cough up blood.

The plague doctor knelt down beside his dying friend and clean off the blood that ran down his chin. "I can not save you from death, my friend." His voice was calming but had a hint of sadness in it. "But I can and will be here with you as you cross over"

Sammy shook his head.  "N-no..." he replied, reaching with an shaking arm for the doctors hand. "T-turn me." He begged him. "U-use me I-in your research....p-please...."

The doctor lowered his head. "I'm so sorry my dear friend. You don't need to be cured." The doctor informed him. "You don't have the pestilence.....there's...nothing else I can do." The news of this made Sammy sob even harder. He did not want to die. Who knows want was on the other side.

The doctor could see that he was scared and sat down beside him, pulling Sammy into his lap. Sammy instantly laid his Heavy head on the doctor shoulder, without a fight. The doctor sat there for a long moment listening to Sammy's breath becoming slower before Sammy ask his last question. "Is...is it scared?..." he whispered.

The doctor answered it honestly. "No, my dear." He replied to him. "You'll have a new life after this one. A better life." The doctor told him. "filled With love and exceptions. Peace and joy. And Laugher and music....all things you deserve."

  Sammy couldn't help but smile at the thought of all those things and decided to think about them instead. The doctor held him into his arms until his passed on. And even longer until the containment breach was contain and the guards came back down, taking the body away from him and placing him back into his cell. The doctor watched though the window at the guard that had his friends body all the way to the elevator to see if he wasn't being disrespectful to it. He watched the guard into the doors to the elevator closed between them.

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