Glacial Motion (An SCP Reader Insert)

[Alpha] CH.01 - S,0X447//A-1

[Quick Note: This is officially the start of the story, and the prologue is done.]

You woke up, not by jolt, but calmly for once as you scanned the uncomfortable area you were now in. Boxed inside of a room that had 49 square meters of space and an odd glass panel to the right, high above, of the door made of some type of metal.

The floors and walls were covered by silver, and you were still covered by the fabric of your comforter, that now having been stained in red held no purpose as it once did to comfort.

You panicked a little at being trapped in an empty room, although before you had the time to think any more, you saw shadows move behind the glass. Different in heights and yet still imposing.

After a moment, a scratchy intercom was switched on, and you were asked, "Subject 0X447, are you passive towards an interviewer entering the room?", and this made you think. If you were allowed an interview, you'd be able to figure out some info on where this was; you knew this wasn't prison, because you had a feeling it was much worse.

You nodded at the glass, and immediately, an interviewer was roughly pushed into the room with a clipboard of papers as well as pistol poorly concealed by the lab coat they wore.

At a glance, you would see that it was a man, average weight, with a pair of half-oval glasses. You felt calmer at this observation, although a bit guilty, as he seemed afraid of you as he was told to step closer.

He started talking first, with a timid question. "Do you have any specific term you want to be referred by.. or could I get your full name, please?" You didn't respond to this, not wanting to be traced back to your foster. She had given you her last name to use sparingly where necessary.

As the man got no answer, he sighed, and started talking again. "I know it must be pretty scary being dragged here, terrifying even, but I'm not going to do anything you don't want, and we just want to know more about you; for better 'accommodation'.. I'm, well, if it helps, my name is Dr. Glass, and this place is the SCP Foundation. We simply keep strange entities secure from unfavourable environments.." He explained to you, now identifiable as Dr. Glass.

You had previously taken sign language books from the library, and took the chance in using sign instead of your stuttering voice, as to seem more composed.

You moved your hands quickly and discreetly to him, signing, "I have no family. What do you want with me?" In hopes that he would understand you.

He seemed momentarily stunned, but just as quickly replying to you. "You're.. to stay here, indefinitely. I'm sorry to hear that you don't have any family.. you were seen evoking spears of ice to defend yourself from the MTF team dispatched after an emergency call was intercepted, explaining that somebody had been impaled by icicle structures from the ground, and a young adult was seen fleeing the scene, wrapped in a bloody fabric." He paused for a minute.

"We need to know if it was you, manifesting this ice." He finished, leaving you a little lost in how much he said at once.but hearing that last question, you stopped entirely, stuck on whether you admit to it or not.

After what felt like forever, you finally decided you wouldn't get to leave anyway and signed yes, sealing your fate. Dr. Glass seemed to get a bit shaken by your admittance, but nodded solemnly before trying to leave.

You had so much you still wanted to know, though, and in a bout of desperation for answers, an icy whip grabbed onto the doctor's arm, tugging it back towards you as you saw the handle in your hand.

He looked back in as much panic as you, and waited for you to say something with his hand hovering over his pistol. You didn't wait, and rushed in signing something to him.

"Stay a while? Please?". The man stared at you for what felt like hours before glancing up at the glass panel on the wall, only to walk back up to you. "Well, I technically shouldn't, but you seem genuinely innocent, so I'll give you an idea of what will happen." He offered.

"You're an SCP. From now on, there's going to be tests, questions, and research to be done on you. I'm sorry, but that's all I'm permitted to tell you for now. So please let go of my arm.." Dr. Glass explained once again, seemingly remorseful about what will happen to you.

As you thought about what you were told, they were done waiting, and some armed people entered the room with guns pointed at you, as a clatter of voices behind masks ordered you, as SCP 0X447 to let go of the doctor immediately or they would fire.

It didn't feel right to you. You hated how it felt, that you were already going to let the poor doctor go, but they charged in and now demanded it. You bubbled with annoyance, and the room noticeably got colder.

The air became thin as a fan of feathers, made of wisping ice, spread from behind Glass, hitting the soldiers and killing a few of them. Those who were left began firing, but you held out your hands and created a thick layer of ice around the doctor and you, taking all the bullets in stride.

Though as you went to move your arm in a wide spread to kill the rest, Dr. Glass suddenly decided to embrace you, stopping your movement and making you stare at the man in surprise.

Just as suddenly, you didn't feel as agitated. You glowered at all of the armed soldiers for having provoked you, but eventually gave up and created a passage for the doctor to pass through and leave.

He silently thanked you as he got up and left, leaving you to sit in the ice bubble you made, watching as the silver plating of the floor caused it to melt on top of you.

But, you didn't really feel anything at the moment. Even the agitation was gone; your body was used to such aggression towards your life, and by extension, so too were you.

The soldiers had left you to your thoughts, picking up their fallen and leaving. You sank into your thoughts, only really wondering what 'research' was to be done on you.

[A/n:

First official page inside the Foundation, got to meet Glass, not sure what could be a better start.

I'm sure you know by now, if you have anything to comment, you can go ahead, and I'll take it all into account.

Other than that, this is pretty short of a note.

Good day from the Author,

Øwuelen.]