Recreyo Scenes

But Someone Loved Me | Curt

This is kind of ambiguous in terms of what's even happening (or what happens at the end) but whatever. I just wanted to write SCP Curt. 

If it wasn't obvious, I'm not all too familiar with SCP. I winged this.

Curt was watching his own life play out through a screen.

A lens of his mistakes.

And every time it came to the ending, a pitiful one to be sure, it always rewound and restarted.

Curt would never be free from his own hell that he had cultivated. And the scary part was that he didn't know if he wanted to be.

———

"We need to evacuate— RICHY! What are you doing?!" A doctor had called out. She skidded to a stop in front of a door, realizing that the aforementioned man was going the opposite way.

"I-" Curt started, but he was petrified and frozen before he could proceed.

What was he doing?

Did he really think he could go out there into the dangerous halls, facing off countless creatures that were set free, and survive? Just so he could save his friends?

He was shaking now— foreign panic creasing his features.

"CURT! We have to go!" The doctor yelled. "If we go through the security room we can find the panic room and wait there."

Curt wasn't stupid. He wasn't like the rest. They were reckless, but he was intelligent and thoughtful.

(Amongst many other things.)

"R-Right. Right-! Sorry." Stammering, Curt tried to rebuild confidence and grabbed a spare gun. As he followed the doctor out through the emergency escape, he reloaded it.

Of course, though, for a system that prided itself on containment, it was flimsy when met with an even greater danger.

They didn't get far at all- Curt wasn't even able to see anyone else before their path was cut off from the others.

Lights flickered, and Curt's associate was breathing heavy. He usually knew how to deal with scary encounters, but being so far from it all surely made him more vulnerable.

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( "You're getting soft," Den had once said. She chuckled at Curt's shocked expression. "It's just blood! We see it everyday."

"Besides, it's your fault she got hurt. Hiding in a panic room... what a pussy." Ivan snorted, before continuing to wipe off the girl's wounds with a rag.)

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"Shit. Fuck this-!" Curt breathed, teeth slightly clenched as he pushed the doctor towards the obstacle: an incoming monster. He heard her scream, but if she had any sense, then she'd be using bullets to match her volume.

She did not, he reckoned. After running around a corner, letting himself get semi-lost in a maze of hallways, there was total silence. No gunfire nor pained phrases. That could only mean one thing, but Curt wasn't about to linger on it and let himself find translucent hands.

"I need to... I need to find-... no, I need to hide." Curt reminded himself of his goal, pulling himself off a wall. There was debris leading down the next alley of prisoner cells, and so he hardened his gaze and made sure the gun was still in hand.