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6 | 049 & 049-J | And So We Meet Again

i am literally dieing from cuteness oh my god jay is heavily influenced by my own headcanons and may still be a murder machine but HES TOO PURE

if someone hurts him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself

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The day it happened, The Plague Fellow was utterly devastated, confused, and alone. He had sulked in his home for days before proceeding to continue The Good Doctor's work. Or, at least try to. It's a wonder how he managed to go undetected by practically every government, media and anomalous organisations for so long.

He didn't mind sitting in a clean, sterile cell for hours on end in isolation, nor the fact that whenever he was out, none of the guards would speak to him and even treat him like garbage. Well, to be fair, he's made out of moss and tissue, but he is a sentient being, after all.

But that's what SCPs are. Objects. It didn't matter if they were SCPs or suspected to be SCPs. Most suspected skips end up actually being anomalous anyway.

And so sat the Plague Fellow in the centre of his isolation room. Playing with an oversized leather shoe as if it were a doll.

"Entity SA-9940?" A voice called from the other side of the window, and the Plague Fellow rushed over to greet the person. "Dr. Bakes!"

"It's Dr. Baker," the researcher emphasised, but was clearly amused by the young doctor's antics. "and we will be going to meet a new friend!" "Yay!"

The young researcher pointed at the shoe. "You can't bring Mr. Ties along, though. You'll have to leave him here." "But why not?" "Our older friends do not want you to bring Mr. Ties to your new friend. Otherwise, they'll be mad! And let the great disease take hold of us!"

The Plague Fellow gasped, and gently put the leather shoe on the ground. "I will not anger the older friends! I shall leave Mr. Ties alone!" "Don't give me that look, you know how my friends don't like it when our special friends do that."

With minimal restraints on the moss child, the young researcher let out the Misguided Doctor, who immediately followed him. The guard assigned to protect the young researcher was wary, but eventually calmed down. After all, the entity was somewhat docile to those confirmed to be unaffected by the Great Disease.

"We're here!" announced the young researcher as the trio arrived at a strong-looking door. "We have arrived at the meeting place for you and your new friend! Be wary though; his touch is lethal and must be avoided at all costs."

The Plague Fellow tugged at his gloves, reassuring the young researcher that he was already protected aginst this new friend. "I shall wear my doctor's uniform! It will protect me from the bad things!"

"Go right on ahead, 9940! Your new friend could barely wait!"

The Misguided Doctor quickly darted into the open door, which promptly shut behind him. "Geez, Baker. You may be good with kids but I cringed our entire walk here." "So you'd rather have to restrain SA-9940 and block all fire escapes instead of pretending to be a preschool teacher? You do you, but that sounds like a hell of a big inconvenience for me."

The Plague Fellow's nonexistent eyes lay on the dark-robed figure in the centre of the room; his neck was concealed by a heavy metal collar chaining him to his chair, as well as his hands bound by handcuffs that were, too, chained to the tabletop. The Other Doctor was staring at the table, seemingly deep in his thoughts. The Plague Fellow, determined to make a good first impression, spun his doctor's stick at wild speeds while rapidly approaching the Other Doctor.

"Hi, I'm Fellow! What's your name?" The Fellow was beaming with excitement, still spinning his doctor's stick at a speed equivalent to that of a hummingbird's wings. "I hope we'll be friends!"

"...Fellow?"

The Fellow stopped spinning his stick upon hearing the all too familiar voice, now staring wide-nonexistent-eyed at the dark robed figure. He was now looking up at the Misguided Doctor, with a familiar beak-faced mask.

"Doc! You're here!"

As the Fellow practically leapt at the Good Doctor, taking the chance to literally suffocate him with an impossibly tight hug, the Good Doctor was out of his mind. "What are you doing here?! How have you been?! Have you been taking care of yourself well enough?! Did anyone hurt you?!"

The Fellow looked out the window, at the young researcher. "I wasn't allowed to bring Mr. Ties, and it made me sad."

The Good Doctor deadpanned. "Who's Mr. Ties?" "He's my best friend! We took care of each other while you were gone! Where have you been?"

"I- well- um-" The Good Doctor, too, glanced at the observation window, this time eyeing a much older researcher, who just gave him a shrug. "...working?" "Nice! On the cure, perhaps?"

"...yes."

The Misguided Doctor let out a laugh as the Good Doctor stopped struggling against his restraints. "Fellow, you are well, yes?" "Mhm! But our work must continue, Doc! I can smell the Pestilence nearby!"

The Good Doctor stares at his colleague through the window, and the older researcher could've sworn that he saw a glimpse of unease flash through the Good Doctor's eyes for a split second. "Our work will continue, but I heavily advise against doing so now, Fellow."

The Plague Doctor almost felt relief wash over him as the Misguided Doctor finally let go.

And then he saw the Fellow at the door.

"Fellow, what on earth are you planning?" quipped the Good Doctor, watchig his younger brother helplessly scratch at the comically reinforced door.

A split second of silence later, the door crashes to the ground.

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Addendum SA9940-049J

SA-9940 has been confirmed to possess anomalous abilities that have been proven to be a threat to human lives. For this reason, SA-9940 has been classified as an SCP.

Blood and tissue samples from entities SCP-049 and SA-9940 proves that despite their massive differences in body compositions, DNA testing shows that both entities are half siblings. For this reason, SA-9940 has been renamed SCP-049-J.

SCP-049-J

...what makes this entity dangerous is its anomalous ability to escape rooms designed to contain it. Despite extensjve security measures, SCP-049-J has proved capable of evading and escaping confinement. The only feasible way to keep SCP-049-J efficiently contained is to treat the entity as a child, and all personnel interacting with the entity must not be infected by the Pestilence and considered as good friends, confirmed either by SCP-049-J itself, SCP-049, D̶r̶.̶ ̶R̶a̶y̶m̶o̶n̶d̶ ̶H̶a̶m̶m̶ Dr. Itkin, Dr. Sherman, or Dr. Baker.

Note by Dr. Baker: Confirmation for both traits to work with SCP-049-J must NOT be confirmed by Dr. Jack Bright. I don't care if he has a higher clearance level than me, but considering the breach that came along with cross-testing SCP-049 and then-SA-9940, I don't feel like 56 personnel's lives are worth one guard being infected by the Pestilence.

Note by Dr. Raymond Hamm: To whoever gave me a ham sandwhich earlier, what did you put in it? Excuse me for my unproffesionalism, but it tasted amazing.

Note by Dr. Sherman: Following the death of Dr. Raymond Hamm, I propose that Dr. Jack Bright is no longer allowed to make food for other researchers, even if he genuinwly wants to be nice. All personnel working with SCP-049 and SCP-049-J who have eaten food from the cafeteria or other colleagues on ■■/■■/20■■ must report to SCP-049's chamber for rescreening of the Pestilence.

Note by Dr. Baker: thank god i realised that was human flesh in between two slices of bread. starving myself had saved my job with 049-j.

Note by Dr. Itkin: Dr. Baker, how in the knick nack pattywack frick frack slip slap do you know that?