SCP-049 x Reader [Immortality]

SECTORS

Still laying on the hard mattress curled up, you prayed to any God that may be listening as the sound of boots comes closer to your cell. You coward at the memory of earlier when you had arrived at the facility, you remember the echo of faint screams coming through a gate with 'Sector-2' on top of it. You had just seen other Class-Ds walking into that sector but one of them refused to go through the gates but was then brutally beaten by the security guard escorting them. You watched as they begged for help but no one came to help them. You continued watching until the Class-D layed there lifelessly and was dragged away by the same guard.

Back to the present, you jump from the sudden banging of your cell door. You quickly sit up to look at the door with wide eyes. You can't be next, you've only just gotten into the shit hole today.

"Class-D 1360, you're on clean up duty!" Shouted the guard outside your cell. Part of you felt relief as you think you might not actually be a test subject today after all.

"Class-D 1360, put your hands and head on the fucking wall." The guard's tone sounded neutral but his language was stating something else. The guard had a different accent from the other guards you have heard. The guards you've heard before had mainly American and British accents but this guard could quite possibly be Australian.

You didn't hesitate to get up and on the wall, scared you might get beaten up like how the other Class-D was for not following orders. You waited until the guard walked in to cuff you and escort you out. When you were taken out of your cell, there was another guard and 2 other Class-Ds lined up waiting. You walked down the halls and past the Cafeteria where some Class-Ds are eating dinner. You had already eaten and it wasn't the best meal. It was only mashed potatoes and watery cabbage soup, only enough to keep you alive here.

You come out of the halls and into a big room. On the other side, you see three gates with multiple security guards with guns walking around in front of them, there to stop anyone that dare tries to escape.

The middle gate opens and we step inside a room with another gate. This must be a sort of transfer. The gate behind you closes and your escort swipes his card on the scanner to open the other gate. It's probably done to stop Class-Ds from running out easily.

You exit out of the Class-D containment and into Sector-1. You start to wonder what you will be cleaning exactly. You assumed they would have janitors to do the job but it seems not.

You continued walking through Sector-1, passing by many people wearing certain uniforms. Most were wearing a white coat, you could only assume they were most likely scientists. You guess they are the sick people doing inhumane experiments on people like you. But you had to admit to yourself that some Class-Ds may deserve this as a punishment for stealing the lives of other people but unlike you, you didn't kill anyone. You were falsely accused and now you're here.

You begin getting nervous as you start seeing the halls getting a bit too familiar. You try to calm yourself down as you think you couldn't be going to Sector-2 for cleaning? You tell yourself it's okay and you won't end up there.

You make a turn and your heart sinks at the sight. Calming yourself again is futile as you begin to panic. What could you possibly be cleaning up in there? You couldn't be more nervous after passing numerous doors with different codes of SCPs above them, that you find out you are not cleaning anywhere in this Sector.

It feels like you have been walking for longer than you expected, this sector is quite big. You wonder how big this place really is as you walk down the halls and turn right and left multiple times, until you stopped at another gate.

The gate was very big, you slowly looked up the gate and read the text over it. 'Sector-3'. There's more sectors? There were two security guards guarding the gate but they didn't look like ordinary security. They wore a dark blue camouflage overall and riot gear but the most noticeable detail is that they are holding massive miniguns each. The fact it is a necessity to carry around a giant heavy gun in this place makes you wonder what kind of things they are holding here.

One of the strange guards alerted that we were going through the gate into his radio. An alarm goes off and the gates open. While you waited, the Class-D in front of you began whimpering, you could hear the sound of his cuffs from him suddenly shaking. It didn't help your nerves as you walked through the gate.

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SCP-173 you read. You finally stopped a door, you went inside a room you wished you weren't in as you and the two other Class-Ds are forced to line up. The guard and his Australian accent commands you and the Class-Ds to clean up the containment cell as quickly as we can. We had to keep our eyes on a statue without blinking, while one person cleans up. Ending in saying if we ignore these rules we would die.

Now that definitely didn't help but you tried to calm yourself down as you feel the adrenaline pumping through you to avoid getting yourself killed out of fear. You and one other Class-D were put to staring at the statue or the SCP, while the other will be cleaning whatever is needed to be cleaned. The guard then reminds us to put our eyes on the statue as soon as the gate opens and that we will not be let out until the cleaning is finished or one of us suddenly dies.

The gate opens and we are forced to quickly enter the containment cell. You see a tall yellow statue in the corner, not moving. All three of you enter and the gate closes behind.

Your eyes have already started feeling dry and you want to blink.
"h-hey, I'm going to blink, okay?" you say, waving to the Class-D next to you without taking your eyes off the SCP.
"Okay, just do it quickly!" he says.
"R-right right" You quickly blink a few times and continue staring.

You suddenly smelled a metallic smell, a horrific smell as you realized it was the smell of blood. You try to stop yourself from vomiting on the spot and to not accidentally kill yourself. Whatever happened, someone died in here and you are only here to clean it up.

10 minutes go by and the Class-D is still cleaning up the remains of whoever fell victim to this thing.

"Blinking" You say. You blinked.

"Blinking" He says.

"Got it"

Both of you continue going back and forward blinking but you don't know how long you can go on with this. Your eyes are slowly burning and you feel tears popping up. You suddenly hear the sound of the speaker crackle which almost made you jump. The guard speaks through the speaker "SCP-1230, quickly finish up cleaning and we may bring you all ou-" You hear the sudden crack of bones and the sound of the Class-D next to you choking. You gasp as the Class-D falls to the ground, the SCP standing over their body. You try to suppress the scream building up in your throat as you continue staring at the SCP. You couldn't comprehend what had just happened. The SCP was in the corner and then next to the Class-D in a flash.

"SHIT!" you hear the Class-D cleaning stop and run up to the gate. "LET US OUT!".

The gate then opens and you slowly walk backwards towards it, your eyes still on the SCP. The guard shouts for you to grab the body and hurry out of the containment cell. The thought of you getting closer to that thing made you hesitate but the feeling of your eyes burning made you quickly grab the dead Class-Ds foot and you dragged him out of the cell, still looking at the SCP.

The gate closes and you stand there in shock. You can't stop shaking, you just saw a man's neck snap and choke to death. It reminded you of the day you found your family dead. Overwhelmed from fear, pain and anxiety, you passed out. 

"Hey readers, I hope you guessed the weird security was actually MTF or Mobile Task Force. Basically the unit that is responsible for re-containing SCPs in the event of a breach but their purpose does vary. They are basically the best of the best in the Foundation! Thank you for reading! :)"