Random fanfic Drafts

Chapter 1: The Note (SCP: Superstition & Chambers)

    Darkness.  There was darkness everywhere.  The walls were the colour of bones with a slight hint of dried soaking red.  It looked like a murder scene had taken place here years ago.  In the corner was a bed with thin covering and plain colours. Everything was dull and boring.  On the opposite side of the bed was a desk, chair and a piece of paper on top.  She walked over.
Closer   Closer   Closer...
    Eventually there were words.  She picked it up.  The paper felt rough and very fragile; It had to be cheap.  Squinting her eyes - moving it closer to her face - she began to read.

'On behalf of the SCP Foundation and our staff we welcome you to an exciting one-month period in one of our top-secret research facilities.'

    Her eyes scanned the room.  There was a door made of steel with no way of getting out, and a weird beeping noise coming from the ceiling.  Upon looking up, she noticed a red flickering light.  Sweat dripped down her temple.  Someone's watching...

'Unfortunately the exact details of your upcoming work assignments are highly classified, but please read this document carefully to make your stay as safe and pleasant as possible. Each of the D-class personnel has been given a numerical designation.  Your personal designation is:
D-4578
Please memorise your designation, as the staff will use it to refer to you from now on.'

    4578? One of her eyebrows lifted higher then the other.  According to this document, she must stay for one month and do the foundations biding.  What's a D-class? Why am I here? What does SCP mean?  She looked down at the note - hoping the last piece of text will answer her inquiries.

'During your stay, you will be taking part in various testing procedures. Some of them can be extremely dangerous if appropriate precautions are not taken. This is why we need your full cooperation at all times in all circumstances - our highly trained researchers and scientists know how to minimise risks and ensure the safety of the personnel involved in testing. If you fail to comply with the instructions you are given, you will be sent back to your term in death row.

If everything goes as planned (meaning that we have your full cooperation), you will be release at the end of the month and you will be granted an absolute pardon for all of your previous offences.'

    What, death row? Each second got worse and worse as more information was thrown in her face.  She looked at her arms covered with long, orange sleeves.  D-4578 sat on her bed - hands covering her head, feet tucked up. Tears dripped down her cheeks.
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    Time has gone by. She has no idea how long it's been.  10 minutes? An hour?  The atmosphere never changed.  At some point 4578 considered this solitary confinement.  She paced around in circles while repeating her numerical designation.

"D-4578.
D-4578.
D-4578..."

    Perfect.  After a long time of repeating the same number; it was imprinted in her head.  Boredom grew and the silence got to her head.  She looked at the note in awe and started playing with it.  She would fold it up, undo it and start again.  Each shape she made was different.  A Swan.  A Star.  A Chatterbox.  And an Airplane.  She'd throw it through the air, watching as it bounced off the walls and crashed to the floor.  Once she grew tired of aircraft, she'd undo it and start again.  Conversations were great! The chatterbox was really chatty.  They were best friends and only knew each other.  No one else was in their world, she didn't know anyone anymore.  All memories were wiped.  Her name only consisted of four numbers, and she couldn't be happier.  Eventually she grew tired of socialising.  4578 undid the chatter box and placed the crinkled note underneath her bed.   She threw herself onto the bed and drifted off to sleep.

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D-4578's POV:

"Can we please have cell 959 opened."

A faint voice echoed from the outside.  I opened one of my eyes and sighed, thinking it was my imagination.  I rolled over to face the wall and relaxed my shoulders.  A small smile grew on my face.  The beds might've been uncomfortable, but it was better than nothing. Light broke in as a silhouette stood at the entrance. It made a loud noise every step it took, like it's clothing was the weight of a hippopotamus.

"D-4578, follow me. Any attempts to disobey orders will result in harsh punishments. I will not hesitate to shoot. Your work assignments begin now."

This was it, my impending doom. Whatever happens next is entirely up to them.