SCP 1471 [An anomalous life]

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Living with a broken arm was difficult.

Living with a broken arm and an anomaly at home was even harder, but I was managing quite well, or so I thought.

Miraculously I had managed to convince the foundation to bring Mal0 back home with me. Under the excuse that I needed their support in locating anomalies, or something like that.

I think they bought it, or I begged them so much that they took pity on us.
Although they warned us if there were no positive results, or that if a person saw Mal0 the same thing would happen again as before, they would take us back to containment.

With that sword of damocles hanging over our heads, it was somewhat difficult for us to concentrate on our mission, even more so for me with my broken arm.

-I feel so useless.  -I muttered, lowering my head, watching as the anomaly in front of my eyes was chopping vegetables for dinner, her tail wagging happily behind her.
-I feel like you're doing everything for me.

-Hey Quentin...
-If the situation were switched, and I had your place…
-You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you? -She asked, turning to look at me.

-Of course. -I answered, instantly.

-Then you shouldn't feel bad. -She replied, turning back to what she was doing.
-We're friends, right?

-But stil…
-…

Lately she had developed a taste for cooking, leaving omelettes and trying to make more and more complicated dishes.

She seemed more and more human, and even if I never said it out loud, I was very glad that she had been able to adapt so well.

Shortly after returning home, we had celebrated my birthday at Mal0's request, with a cake, which she liked very much.

When I asked her when her birthday was, she couldn't answer me, saying that she had been observing people and using her app for several years.

We agreed that her birthday was the day she was able to physically materialize for the first time.

I think she is counting every day, waiting to savor the cake I promised to make her.

I told her several times that we could do one any day of the week, but she prefers to wait.

Eventually my arm slowly healed, although starting physical therapy after having my arm immobilized for almost two months was somewhat painful.

I would never be the same as before, I felt some discomfort every time I moved it too much, but it was preferable to having no arm at all.

I was informed that mom had been amnestied, so she would not remember anything classified, such as Mal0's existence or my disappearance.

...

I didn't like that at all, although it was better than turning her into a D-class or something.
I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her, so I kept working for the foundation, containing anomalies from time to time.

Soon it didn't matter much, though, as I finished high school and entered college.

After a few long days of thinking and arguing with myself, I had decided to study programming, getting into a computer science university somewhat close to home.

I think if I had only known what was in store for me, I would have hesitated whether to stay at the foundation or not.

Mom tried to push me to develop as a person, saying she could rent me an apartment on campus, so I could finally socialize like a decent human being.