My name is 191

My name is 191 I know stupid name but I didn't pick it. I was given that name by the lab boys at this facility I live in, the SCP foundation. They hide things like me in this god forsaken place to keep them from the outside world. Each of us have specific living conditions take the creature in the next room. All he does is cry all day! It's so annoying I don't know why the lab boys haven't killed him. One look at him and he try's to kill you! I didn't kill any for looking at me ya know? I think his name is 096-1 I know another number name. We all have numbers in our names. But everything in here isn't alive like there's a cowbell, music sheet and even a llama costume! Why am I here? Well lets start with the obvious my right fingers are mechanical claws which have clawed my left forearm quite a bit. My eyes are also mechanical glowing bright red. Also my skin is also fake. The only normal thing about me is I'm five with long curly blond hair. The only clothing I'm aloud to wear is a old long sundress which isn't really that warm. I heard the familiar voice over the speakers










"Approach experiment 191 with caution"




I sighed and looked over at the door from the corner of the room and two men walked in. I don't understand why they'd approach with caution my sign said I was safe. They had also nicknamed me 'The Cyborg Child'. One of the men knelt down and looked at me and I looked down. I don't like to talk more or less I don't think I can, never tried.




I looked up at the men. One had brown hair and he softly smiled




"Hello sweetie" he said softly I smiles slightly and the other wrote something down on a clipboard. I carefully reached out for the man with the brown hair with my normal hand. I felt a stinging pain in my arm and saw a needle in my shoulder. Weird it's not nap time why am I tired? That's when everything went black and I passed out. The last thing I saw was the brown haired man watch me pass out with a worried expression on his face the other man holding a needle.