Scp 049 x 035 smut

01

In the dimly lit cell, 049 stood amongst the scratched and filthy grey concrete walls of his containment. He looked at the one way glass before him out of the corner of his eyes, vaguely aware of the researchers observing him on the opposite side.

He was currently standing in front of his operating table, provided by the foundation, with the recently passed corpse of a faceless D-class. He was performing his routine, day and night as he operated and brought back to life the numerous bodies wheeled in periodically. Today's result was rather bountiful he supposed, he was on track. A few minutes later, the corpse on the table twitched, it's arms raising up into the air as it fell off the metal table. It got up to it's feet, eyes blank as blood trickled down the front of the bright orange uniform. It made a muffled gurgling sound before turning to 049, a mindless servant awaiting instructions.

Perfect, the doctor thought. Yet another patient was cured, cured of the horrid and dispicable pestilence.

As expected, foundation staff burst in through the door, immediately gunning down his creation. The doctor wasn't affected though, as he was satisfied with what he had done. They could destroy all they wanted, but that patient was cured, was all that matters.

However, as they dragged the motionless body out, loud sirens sounded.

"Attention, all SCP staff. Scp-035 has broken out of heavy containment. I repeat, SCP-035 has broken out of heavy containment. I want all Mobile Task Forces to heavy containment immediately to subdue SCP 035."

Those dragging the body out immediately dropped it, shutting the door behind them as they rushed off to heavy containment. The doctor walked steadily to the nearby chair, sitting down. He knew what was coming. As the incessant sirens grew louder, the warning being blared over the speakers over and over, 049 sat, waiting as he stared at the reflective surface of the glass.

Not a second after, the glass shattered, a dirty orange blur ramming through. Pitch black liquid dripped, pooling on the ground as the corrosive liquid began eating at the floor.

The figure looked up at 049, the white porcelain mask on it stained with the same black liquid. 035 looked at the doctor, before smiling.

"Hey doc, did you miss me?"