SCP Tales

Short Tale: Mission Impossible

It was a routine check-in. Just a routine check-in. Yet with the luck of an overfunded government facility with hundreds of military teams, it turned into a mass breach. Who could have expected anything else? How dare anyone expect anything else?

SCP-8000-b, or Hollis, was just sitting on their bed. Silence was all they heard; aside from the- you know, raging alarms and distant screams. It became the norm for them. To simply stare at the ceiling of their containment while Hell was being unleashed outside. They had never expected it to be unleashed unto them.

Tap, tap, tap.

SCP-8000-a looked at them through the window that connected to the walls of their cells. She was tapping, over, and over, and over again. Hollis looked at her. Confused? Worried? Why choose one when both are plausible! "What?-". They were cut off the minute the wall collapsed. What else could possibly go wrong? Is certainly what they thought, at least before gunshots were fired with the sound frequency of Zeus striking down his worst foe.

Hollis' hands dashed to their ears as the guards, completely and utterly focused on the creature- even too focused to notice a fallen wall, hunted down the anomaly. Hollis slowly stood up, heading to the one un-fallen wall in what once was their prison.

Peeking around, from side to side, nervous to dare leave, but even more nervous to dare stay: the not so anomalous anomaly stepped a single foot outside the room. They stood still and waited for guards to shoot them down. But no one was near. Long gone as in running down the hall or dead, Hollis didn't worry much. The only thing they had to fear was- well, I guess fear itself. Except in the foundation...everything was fear itself.

They took another few steps down the hall before turning to their companion, who was busy climbing the walls. Alright, they thought, this is my one chance. Gaining more confidence and less fear as they walked, Hollis lost their worry, only focusing on the brief freedom. As well as the chance to help people in need. Notwithstanding the fact that Hollis had convinced themself they only left to help others, they knew deep in their heart that they wanted more than anything to see Dr. Songer again. It had been proved that the foundation limiting their contact only strengthened their desire.

You know that old saying? The one that goes Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? It was true for the un-sexed as well. Hell really hath no fury like a person taken from their love, and Hollis was going to prove it.

It felt as if Hollis was walking for days. There was nothing breaking their pattern of steps except for the every now and then scream, which made them break from thought. It came to the point where the sound of their shoes hitting the ground were like drops of rain. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter. Until finally, at long last; at their wits ends, they heard a voice. It was feminine, and sounded worried

"Hello?", Hollis called out. They cautiously walked around the corner and took a look. There, a woman wearing a blood stained lab coat held her forearm while leaning against the white, concrete wall. Hollis immediately ran to her aid.

The woman flinched but then relaxed, "Oh...thank God, I-I was worried no one was around." "Are you alright? (They pointed to her arm) I know how to clean and stitch." The woman sighed gratefully and looked down, her black hair lightly covering her face, "yes, please do. Are you a doctor?"

Hollis shook their head. "I'm not registered, but I have experience I promise." they spoke soothingly. She nodded, "there is a room with a medical kit down the hall, I didn't know how to stitch myself...we should go post-haste." Hollis nodded and let her guide them down the hallway, keeping her up with their arm.

It took a bit, and Hollis was worried the woman would bleed out before they made it, but they did it. The room was a small office which contained a desk, computer, red couch, and files. Just as the woman had said- there was a medical kit stored in-between the storage columns. They opened the zipper on the bag and reviewed the items. "There's no tools I can use for stitching...but I have an idea." The woman looked at them, now relatively wrought up, "there aren't any clean needles around though, what else is there?" Hollis thought for a second, deciding on whether it would be best to just use the glue in the kit or...something she would most likely not agree to. "The idea is- uhm, it would work. I just don't know if you would believe me if I told- we don't have time."