The New SCP

Emotional Training

Jayson sat in another testing room, much like the one he was in a few days ago. The only difference was instead of there being two doors, there was only one for the exit. Using this alone, Jayson knew Bryson wasn't planing on using any people. Bryson sat in a control room, watching the testing rooms cameras. Amber stood next to him, slightly anxious for Lucas, not knowing what her father was planing.

Jayson: Okay, Doc... I'm ready when you are?

Bryson sighed.

Bryson: I hope so...

Amber looked, confused, before Bryson pressed a button. Suddenly, intercoms in the testing room powered on, before making a noise. It was strange, yet familiar. It grew louder, though at a snails pace. Soon, though, Jayson was able to make it out. It was crying. A woman, crying. Amber looked at her father like he was evil. Jaysons eyes widened, and instantly transformed out of instinct. Bryson looked at the cameras, slightly shocked.

Bryson: Interesting...
Amber: How is that interesting!? You're giving him traumatizing sounds now!?
Bryson: Amber... his transformation was practically instant, as soon as he could make out what the sound was, in fact. Yet he was able to hold it in for a few seconds only moments ago.
Jayson: Doc... that took me a bit off guard. Let's try again.

Bryson and Amber were both shocked with Jaysons cooperation. Bryson blinked a few times, pulling himself back, before pressing the button gain. The sound began again, this time Jayson instantly knowing what it was. He endured with the sound for a few seconds before sweat began to drip off of his face. He looked down, his eyes and fists closed tight. He could feel the creature practically crawling under his skin. The sound grew louder, before Jayson finally let go, practically shouting in rage as he transformed again, his shout turning to a roar in the process. Bryson quickly shut the sound off, attempting to prevent any further damage. Jayson, however, was unable to hold his form long, since most of his energy went to holding it back. Once he turned normal, he fell to his hands and knees, sweat dripping from his nose, his chin, his forehead, from almost his whole face. Amber gulped nervously, sweating slightly.

Amber: Dad... don't you think...
Bryson: Yea... I know.

They both looked at the cameras for a bit longer.

Bryson: But... is that what he wants?

Amber looked at her father, slightly confused, before back to the cameras. Jayson attempted to stand up, but ended up falling to his butt. Bryson pressed a button in front of a microphone and spoke.

Bryson: Hey, Jayson, I think it's time we took you back to your room for now. But it's your call. What do you want to do?

Jayson looked at one of the cameras and thought before he shook his head, trying to think straight. After he thought for a few seconds, he sighed.

Jayson: I don't want to. But... there's no way that I could do that again, at least while hearing that crap.

Bryson chuckled a bit.

Bryson: Understood. There are a couple guards outside the door who will escort you. You know, for security reasons.
Jayson: Yea, yea. I just want to go back and take a nap, I don't give a damn if I'm escorted or if I walk butt-ass-naked. Just get me a damn bed!

Amber rested her head in her hand, relieved. Bryson shut the cameras off and pressed a button next to the monitors, a VHS tape coming out of a slot, catching his daughters attention.

Amber: What's that for?
Bryson: Showing this kid is better than what they think.
Amber: Than... who thinks?
Bryson: The ones at the top.