They were awoken by a loud crash.
Zero sat up instantly, the motion jerky yet much more fluid than usual. He looked wildly around, finding himself trapped in a small white room... well, three of the walls were white. One of them was transparent and looked to be some kind of thick plastic, revealing the rest of the large facility beyond, filled with rooms... no, cages... filled with all kinds of creatures.
Where the hell am I? Zero wondered to themselves, rubbing the sore spot on the back of their head. The last thing they had remembered was going on a mission with their uncle, trying to track down some kind of dangerous foundation.
What was it, again? Ah, yes. The SCP Foundation. Filled to the brim with creatures and such who could fill the world with absolute chaos and destruction.
Ah, so that's where he must be right now. In the facility himself and his uncle were trying to take down. What had happened? The last thing he had remembered was an odd smell making them feel dizzy, then a sudden sharp pain in the back of their head.
Had him and his uncle's team gotten caught?
That must be it, then. He slowly stood up, making his way to the transparent side of the cage, trying to get a better overview of the facility.
He stopped short as soon as he saw it.
Their reflection in the plastic wall.
They had been dressed in a white hospital gown, a fact of which did not disturb them as much as it would probably anyone else. No, what scared them was their own face, staring right back at them. It had been years since they had seen their own reflection, at least of their face. Even when they got new piercings, even when they carved little happy faces into their cheeks or reestablished their smiling scar, they never once looked at their face's reflection. He ran a hand over his smiling scar, a set of scars that ran from the corners of his lips up to the tips of his cheeks, curling along them like a smile.
He stared into his eyes for a long time, the ice blue sending a chill down his spine, the person in the mirror reflecting his own fear. How was it, that his reflection seemed to feel everything he felt, do everything he did, yet... he knew for a fact, the person staring back at him was not himself?
The thought of it scared him even more, and he stumbled back, not wanting to look at that person any longer. The feeling of fear was one he had long forgotten, and he didn't like it one bit. He paced around the room, panic rising through his whole body.
They wanted out.
They wanted out.
They wanted out.
They ran back to the wall of plastic, punching it as hard as they could. They made no progress, but it didn't stop them. They kept punching until their knuckles were bleeding raw, slowly spiraling down into a complete panic attack, hyperventilating and sobbing so much he had to stop to puke.
He slid down the side of the wall, screaming and crying for help, his panic slowly turning into resignation and misery. He stayed there, leaned against the wall, on his knees weeping, occasional giving the plastic a weak pound. He stayed there for hours, only moving when he heard the footsteps approaching.
They scrambled back, terrified but also aware of their chance. All they had to do was control the minds of whoever was approaching, and they would be out of their cage.
They'd be free.
He watched them warily as they approached, masked people in lab coats, wheeling in a small cart of fun things. Their serotonin levels were low, their pink auras almost completely faded out.
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Zero SCP AU ~ One-shot
RandomThis is crappy, even for me. I may eventually edit it, but for now it's what it is- I actually wrote it after a panic attack, and it calmed me down a lot- and that's also why it has 0 effort in the writing lmao Tw's: Violence Self harm Mild langua...
