Copy Cat (a SCP-049 (Plague Doctor) romance)

001 - Breach In The Facility

Alarms blared around her, seeming to be endlessly screaming. Just when you think it's done, it screams some more, not leaving any time for her ears to recover.

Cat smiled.

Morphing quickly into a D-class, she shouted at some passing guards.

"PLEASE! Please help me! Another SCP trapped me in here... please, please I don't want to die!" She sobbed.

Two of the three looked at each other, before turning around and leaving the way they where headed. Cat frowned. Rude.

The third however, turned back around, and the 'D-class' gave another sniffle and a terrified face.

"Alright, but you gotta keep up. If the doctor or 173 gets to you, I'm not waiting up."

"Oh thank you sir! Bless you..." Cat said, adding a big fat tear to milk the lie.

Swiping his key card, the door hissed open.

"No really..." her voice took on a more menacing edge, as she transformed from the lowly D-class with blond hair and blue eyes, to her regular self. Bright purple optics, with long—almost unnaturally so—black hair.

The guard paled.

"Thank you." She whispered, voice now truly hers, no longer acting.

Said guard broke into a run, but being the trickster Cat was, she swiped his gun before he made a break for it, shooting at an unprotected area on his leg.

The guard stumbled, and she casually swaggered over to him like she owned the place, kicking away at some debris.

The guard tried to crawl away as a last fetal attempt, but Cat just stepped on his injured leg with the heel of her black boot, digging into his flesh.

A cry of pain erupted from the guard, and Cat flashed an evil smirk.

Flipping him over onto his back, she studied his face.

"Mind if I borrow you?"

Before the guard could answer, she morphed into a more feminine version of the guard.

"Thanks~" she said sweetly. Like taking candy from a baby. Pulling the trigger one last time towards the guards face, only the echo of the bullet hitting his face filled the halls.

And the screaming alarms. Those were still there as well. When will they shut those bloody things off, for goodness sakes?

"Hey I'm trying to escape here, you mind keeping it down!?" She yelled at the security camera, like it would actually work.

Grumbling insults under her breath, Cat trudged down the hallway in her new disguise. She never forgot a face... it was surprising that she had never attempted to copy a guard before. They could slip by undetected, unlike her last attempt where she copied a scientist.

Now as great an actor she was, her acting skills could not outweigh actual scientific knowledge. They figured out it was her pretty quick when she attempted to figure out the control panel on the fly.

Finally, the alarms ceased, only to be replaced by varrious snapping noises that could be heard up ahead. She sighed again, rolling her eyes as she transformed into a smaller concrete figure.

"Back at it again, 173?" She questioned, putting a rocky hand on her non-existent hip.

The small peanut-like creature paused its neck-snapping to turn to Cat.

"Oh, hiya lassie. You know I can't help it! I love a good staring contest, and when the loser blinks or looks the other way, well..."

She'd heard this explanation at least ten times before, each on different escape attempt fails.