unpleasant situations - a child reader x scp foundation fic

chapter 2: examination

TW: slight gore at the end (ill put a warning when we get there so you can skip it if you want)

i stumble around the room. everything around me looks so familiar, yet its not at all. maybe the sense of familiarity came from the fact that so much of my stuff was here. my childhood plush, the posters i had hanging on the walls of my room, even the figurine of my favorite character stood on the desk. i keep trying to pull myself together and think straight, even if it is just for a minute. so much was happening all at once and ive had no time to process it, i glance at the desk before quickly moving onto the next object.

if i could only just calm down. my breathing became more and more shallow, the air coming into my troath had no time to pass though my system as the next breath already came out again. the padded walls were the only plain item in the room, if i could just keep my focus on it then maybe ill stop going crazy. maybe it will all stop spinning. maybe. yet the urge to look away, the urge to think before im capable of doing so clearly, is taking over.

why are my legs giving in, why am i so tired, why am i here? thats what i should focus on. what is going on? thats the only questiong that should be concerning me right now. but then why does this wall look so interesting. oh look, a water droplet on the floor, where did that come from? when did i start crying? i look to my right, straight at the one sided glass. my sobbing and blurry face reflected into it so beatifully. why am i making that face? i look disgusting, i look like a freak. thats not the thing i need to be focusing on right now. how did i get here? i look down, i cant bare to look at myself anymore, not like this.

i attempt to step forward to sit down on the bed, but my limbs feel so weakened. my sobs ring throughout the room. stop crying, ur pathetic, stop it, stop, stop, stop, stop. i bite on my finger in an attempt to get pulled back into reality. its working, i need to bite harder. "ouch, now it hurts, goddamn it" this is ridiculous, why am i sitting here weeping, nothing bad happened. not yet. what will they do to me? i need to know who they are first. is there even a they?

what happened? was i dreaming? honestly that would make the most sense. but then what about the book strapped to my back? maybe eh... i dont know. ive got to figure out where i am first. i look at the door, its made out of steel, it looks like shutters. maybe i can pull it up from the bottom?

i walk up to it and bend down before grabbing it at a hold on the bottom. i put all of my strenght into trying to lift it up. i have to admit, im not the strongest person alive. but there has to be a way to open it up, even for me. "eughhee!!" i slightly cringe at myself for making that sound "aghhh, cant someone tell me where i am!?" i feel a pull at my back that results in me letting go of the shutter-like door and falling on my behind.

"ouchhhh, againn!" i had almost forgotten that the book was trapped to my back. "is that thing actually sentient?" i swing the book off of my back and keep it suspended by one of its straps "why do you keep trying to hurt me mr book!!!" the book then swings against my knee at a speed that hurt me, but not enough to cause damage "ngh!" i drop the book and hold my knee "curse you, you stinky thing!!" the book then floated up to the height of my face and unbuckled the horizontal belt that kept it shut

"agh!! sorry!! dont hurt me even more!! you smell very nice!" it then opened itself to the first page, on the back of the cover page, it read "property of lilly!!" in bold letters . it looked as if it was writen by a child. the right side of the page read "book of creation, encyclopedia, story mode" from the top to the bottom. "whats that all supposed to mean?" the book flew closer to me, now being at arm height. i reach under the book and hold it in my own hands, it released all of its weight onto my arms which made me buckle slightly from the immense weight. "how was i carrying this on my back before?? goddamn"