Glacial Motion (An SCP Reader Insert)

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

(If you're curious of the way to tell the pages, it's currently in the system of: Subject [prologue 1-2], Subject Addendum 1, SCP, SCP Addendum 1-X.

In chapter 2, I'll probably revise it, make it simpler somehow. Maybe.)

When, eventually, you returned to your senses, you immediately noticed that one was still impaired. The blindfold had been frozen onto your face by thin layers of frost that, for now, you didn't wish to mess with.

Your limbs were still unmoved from when you had your episode, and gave you leeway until they would notice your consciousness had returned. Or at least, you had thought, before hearing your room door being opened.

"Get up. You're being cross tested with another SCP. Since that blindfold seems comfortable to you, you're meeting SCP-173." An unfamiliar voice barked to you. A male guard, from your assumption.

It was hardly something you wanted after being dragged away from 682, and put through forceful trauma. It's not like you had a choice either, as you picked yourself up, only to feel two guards drag you again.

You weren't comfortable with even telling them that you could walk yourself, as you were sure from the way each guard spoke, that it's a bad idea to interrupt one if you like to keep your visage dissimilar from that of swiss cheese.

The halls, you could feel the cold metal of them as you passed through them. It gave you illumination to your darkness; your way of seeing without your eyes. It gave some comfort to feel the low temperature, as opposed to the two guards holding you. Body heat disturbed you, as if it were a terrible stench, made you shift in discomfort.

Paying no mind to directions in this maze, you made it to another chamber, this one significantly smaller than last time, and after some measures were taken, the bulky doors slowly opened, revealing a new room for your mind to comprehend.

It had a singular inhabitant. Something similar to a bulky clay doll made as a first project, but was made of a much harder material, concrete. You could smell the blood stains on it's face, and took no time at all to pelt the rest of the scent with your ability.

The scent was blocked by frost and icy temperature that left no way for it to reach your nose. It was still horrid, though, as it was of some type of excrement that you didn't dare identify further.

Within the second that you had analysed the situation, you felt a push, sending you sprawling forward to be caught by the floor. You heard the doors shut, and the lights flicker off.

Your neck craned upwards as you picked yourself up, staring at thing stuck immobile in the center of the room. You couldn't help but be interested in why you read a keter rating outside, and you definitely didn't make a mistake with it, as even under a blindfold, your sight was impeccable.

It hardly did anything as you watched it without any actual vision of it for minutes. Fifteen, to be precise, before you were told to look away from the SCP. Curiously, you complied.. only for absolutely nothing to happen.

That was, until after a 30 second wait, you heard a scraping on the ground, and turned to find it had moved. So much, in fact, that it sat a mere inch from your own face, with it's arms raised towards your neck.

You weren't phased, somehow. It didn't even scare you, to see it this close. As it was completely incased by a blast of ice, and peppered by snow that now littered the floor. You had felt it approach, and accordingly, it was frozen in place by instinct.

"SCP-137. 'The Statue'." You read from the files the researchers had behind the glass. You could taste the ink, you knew everything it had to say. when your sight was taken, you could see more; through walls and obstacles. A trade of true sight, for immense perception that could allow you to read those files.

You don't know why you spoke the words, as they came out barely a whisper after you read each word. "Keter." You said aloud again, now paraphrasing. "An SCP that moves outside of one's sight; fully intent to kill, with the victim's neck twisted to an inevitable, final snap." You breathed, naturally turning to look up at the glass panel on the wall.

It was quick, how you heard a shatter, and an overwhelming encroachment. It was faster how your arms moved and grabbed hold of the thick concrete arms that moved too close to your form.

You didn't have a clue how you caught the SCP. How you were able to do it, but let go as soon as you looked back at the statue.you could only stare as you felt it staring back.

Your visit had only been twenty minutes long, though that was enough for the researchers to call off the test impatiently, wanting to review the footage and what went on.

Hearing the call for you to now exit, you made a brisk attempt to wave at the SCP, as if it might understand what you meant by the simple gesture.

5 minutes more passed until they were ready, and pulled you from the room by your arms, not at all hesitating to shut the door again with you halfway out of it.

Luckily, your lower half was spared as you were pulled out faster than it could close. It hardly felt real to you, what had happened today.

To you, if went by so fast that it was more like a daydream with no time for detail or development. You only knew the difference by the horrible scent still fresh in your mind, of that room and its worse inhabitant.

Once your mind had cleared enough for you to pay attention again, you felt the slight stinging of the shoulders being roughly handled to carry you, and furthermore the contrasting warmth of the guards dragging you again.

They were murmuring. Of how you were still alive after getting thrown in 173's chamber. They also bickered seemingly, and at that aggressively, curious why you didn't get killed when you were clearly blindfolded and in there so long.

Just as you were beginning to ask in your mind whether or not such 'achievements' were rare in a place filled by the unnatural, you were thrown back into your own room again, hitting the silver plates of the floor because you weren't prepared.

Before you were going to get up, the intercom blared a message. "SCP-0X447, you will soon be getting another meeting with one of our staff, after consideration of the cross testing results with SCP-682 and 173. If you misbehave again, there will be no hesitation in rebuking the further meeting of Foundation personnel.

The meeting will be in 4 hours. You will be reviewed." It ends, leaving you to your thoughts in the empty room.

[You've now met another SCP. Though this one doesn't seem as keen of you.

It's to be expected of 173, however.

As usual, if you have anything you wish to say, make sure you give a comment, to which I will get to as soon as I can.

Sorry for not posting for few days. I had just not been inspired, and didn't have ideas of what to do in this page.

I'll try to get back into more frequent updates again, for those who want to keep reading my little story.

Good day to you, Reader.

This is the Author,

Øwuelen.]