Misunderstood Monsters

Chapter 6: Speak of the Devil

Dr. Collingwood looked around, then sat down and sighed in relief.

Maybe today is the day Billy leaves me alone and I can have some peace and quie-

"Oi, Molly! How's it going?"

Sh*t.

"Speak of the devil," Lawrence muttered. Even though Billy was a friendly SCP, he could be plain infuriating at times. And lately he had been bugging her even more than usual.

The sloth-man plopped down into the seat next to her. "Uh, Molly? You gonna answer? That bruise on your jaw seemed pretty bad. Are you sure you're alright? No dizziness or headaches or-"

"Billy, I'm fine now."

"Okay good." Then he seemed to cheer up again. "So, I see you met John."

"Well, sort of, I guess? I don't really remember anything."

"I've known him for quite a while before the Foundation captured him, and I tell ya, he's the nicest person I've met. Next to you, of course. He's still a bit of a 'Shy Guy', though. Get it?"

She rolled her eyes and groaned good-naturedly. Bad jokes and corny puns were Billy's bread and butter.

"So you're familiar with John?"

"Yes, very. I only found out that he was in this facility about a month ago, though. You better believe that I talk to him whenever no one's listening."