TomTord Oneshots

SCP Part 2

   Tom ran through the hallways, ignoring the blinding red lights flashing above him and the ear piercing sirens echoing though the halls. He gripped a flashlight and a key card he had found, looking around for an exit. What happened? Well, a few months after Tom met Tord, a containment breach occurred. A big one, too. Tom was the only survivor that he had seen so far, and he didn't know where to go thanks to the intercom breaking when saying the location he was to go to. He was left on his own. Or so he thought.

  On the other side of the hallways, Tord was wandering around as well. No, he wasn't in search of personnel to kill or SCPs to team up with, he was looking for his dear Thomas. He wanted to make sure he was ok and that he wasn't going to get killed by an SCP or shot at by other personnel.
   "Tom?! Tom, are you here?!" The SCP called out his friend's name and scampered down the hallways.

   Tom stopped running and wiped some sweat off of his brow. He could have sworn he heard someone call his name, but it could have just be an illusion. He decided to call back, anyways, though.
   "Hello...?"
   "Tom!" He heard a happy Norwegian accent come from behind him as he got hugged from behind. He looked down to see a pair of familiar red claws, making him instantly push back against who was hugging him. Almost like a couple would.

  "Hey there. I thought you would have been killing people."
   "Nope. I wanted to make sure you were ok." Tord replied, purring into his ear. Tom shuttered slightly at the SCP's voice and blushed softly.

   "Come on, Tom." Tord stated while pulling away from the hug. "I know a way out of here."

(Now, dear reader, there are two options for you. Below, I have two endings. The bad one, and the good one. What truly happened is up to you to decide.)

(BAD ENDING)

   "Come on! It's this way!" Tord called to his friend as he shoved open a large metal door as his friend scampered out.
  "FREEEEEEDOM! I HAVEN'T SEEN OUTSIDE IN YEARS!" Tom screamed in delight and smiled at Tord. "Thanks. For everything. And to think, you're an SCP."
  "Don't thank me yet, Tom. We still have to get past the guards."
   "How bad can that be?"
   "Well, from what I've heard, they shoot on sight if they see a Class D personnel. Plus, I'm with you."
   "Don't worry, Tord. We'll be fine. I'll even get you out of this place."
   "Promise?"
   "Promise."

  That promise was broken fast. The two made it slightly farther than most before someone noticed them. It went by so fast. One moment, the two were breaking it towards the fence. The next, Tom was kneeling over with a bullet lodged in his stomach. Tord instantly knelt besides his friend and put a clawed hand on the wound.
   "Tom! Tom, stay with me... please." Tom just coughed up some blood and chuckled, smiling up at Tord.
   "Well.... we... we t-tried...." the Brit gasped out and smiled.
   "We... we sure did." Tord smiled a crooked grin as a few tears slipped out of his eyes. "You know... t-Tom.... I wasn't always like this. I wanted to tell you the story when we escaped but.... guess that's never going to happen...." Tord chuckled brokenly and leaned down to Tom, kissing him. Surprisingly, the Brit kissed back as he took his final breath. When Tord pulled back, his new found lover was already cold and had stopped breathing.

   Tord was instantly put back into his containment cell. They put it on high security as he turned more violent, and was finally brought over to being a keter. He would claw his walls, scream curses at the scientists, and talk to himself. Some scientists, who were watching over his enclosed, reported to the foundation that he seemed to be talking to someone they couldn't see. When personnel went in and asked him who he was talking to, Tord ripped open their bodies and laughed like a psychopath.
   Eventually, researchers found out he would continuously say the name 'Tom' or 'Thomas' while talking to himself. Again, if anyone asked him questions about who he was, Tord would kill them. No one ever knew that the SCP used to have a heart for a certain, forgotten, Class D personnel.

(GOOD ENDING)

   As Tord pushed open the door, his friend leapt out of the foundation building. As he was about to scream something, Tord shut him up with his tail and explained to him in a hushed whisper that they had to be careful and that guards were around. Tom nodded as the SCP led Tom to an unguarded part of the gates surrounding the place and helped him climb over it. After that, the two ran. Ran like their lives depended on it. Tord even picked Tom up bridal style and ran as fast as he could, away from the enclosure.

   After a few months of being on the run, Tord was relaxing against the brick wall of a building, sitting in an alleyway. Tom was cuddled up next to him, as the SCP had his arm wrapped around his shoulders lovingly. The moment didn't last forever, as the distant sound of helicopter blades approached them. Tord stood up, along with his lover, and the two shot nervous glances at eachother.
  "Crap... they found us."
   "Don't be so pessimistic, Tord. Maybe it's just a hospital helicopter?"

  Tom was wrong, as a black helicopter with the SCP symbol on its side landed outside. Tord was about to run away, but instead, he got in front of Tom.
   A few personnel he had never seen before got out of the vehicle and got out some guns.
   "Calm down, you morons." Tord hissed. "I'll go with you, on one contition." This seemed to spark interest in the men.
   "And what is that?' One asked, putting his gun down slightly before raising it again.
   "If he can come with me." Tord pointed behind him and Tom poked his head up. The men looked at eachother for a few moments before one nodded. Tord nodded his head, grabbed Tom's hand, and walked towards the SCP foundation personnel.
   "Fine then. Take me back."

   Tord didn't really care he was trapped in his cell again. He didn't care that it was smaller and he had to be watched all of the time. He didn't care that he was a keter. He had Tom with him, and that was all that mattered. The once Class D personnel got up to Class C and would guard certain things during the day as his job. At night and in the afternoons, Tom would return back to his 'home', if you can call it that, with Tord in his cell. Both didn't really mind the place made of concrete, and Tord barely snapped, since Tom made him sane.
   Sure, people would talk about the weird, humanoid SCP that fell in love with a human, and that the human had fallen for it too, but the two didn't care.

After all, as Tord had said, he wasn't always like that. He was human, just like Tom was, once.