[(Y/N)'s POV]
I slowly walked towards the containment cell, holding onto a box of various objects and such. Some toys, games, and a few stuffed animals. I work at an SCP containment facility that mainly houses abnormalities that appear as children, in other words, it's a daycare for little monsters. Of course I didn't mind the job, quite a few of the SCPs here are very docile and act like normal kids. I neared 191's cell and nodded a hello to the guards at the door.
Guard1: "Hello Dr (L/N). Here for a test?"
Me: "No, just visiting and bringing a few things."
He nodded and opened the door for me. I walked in and saw 191 sitting on the floor staring into space. Her left eye glowed with a red color. The metal that covered her mouth and nose was clean but a dull grey. She slowly turned her head and looked at me, she seemed to perk up slightly. She looked to the computer a few feet away and opened a text file on it. Letters began forming words on the screen.
191: "Hello Dr (L/N)."
I set the box down and smiled.
Me: "Hello 191. How are you feeling today? Any discomfort?"
191: "I feel fine."
191 always said this, no matter the situation. I believe the machine part of her is the dominant "consciousness" however every so often I see hints of that 8 year old girl she used to be.
Me: "I've brought you a few things to occupy your time when you're bored. Would you like to come look at them?"
She nodded her head slightly. I walked over to her and began helping her up, as she got on her feet she wobbled slightly then stabilized herself. I let go of her and started to turn away only to see her trip towards me. She put out her left arm to try and catch herself from the fall, but instead the metallic claw like hand pierced my stomach. The claws dug in deep, puncturing quite a few organs and slicing through the muscle. I didn't so much as flinch, though the pain was very intense. 191 pushed herself backwards and fell onto the floor. She was shaking, but not from her unstable movements. The organic part of her face showed fear and anxiety. I looked over to the computer to see it rapidly typing "I'm sorry!" The screen quickly filled with the apology as 191 began crawling backwards as much as possible. I crouched down and spoke in a calm tone.
Me: "191 it's okay. I'm not actually hurt. I'm okay. Please calm down."
She stared at me, if she had tear ducts I'm sure she'd be crying. I showed her where the wound would be, my stomach. The wound was gone, but left behind a scar.
Me: "See I'm not hurt. It's okay. Now come on, let's play a game or something."
She nodded hesitantly and slowly got up. I helped her over to the box and let her scan through the contents. I looked down at my stomach and watched as the hole in my shirt repaired itself. I, myself, am also an SCP. I was never given a number since I instantly began working for the foundation as a care giver/researcher. 191 found an old teddy bear and starred at it a moment. I pulled out my phone so that 191 could just hook into it and talk to me.
191: "Why is this in here?"
Me: "I figured you might like something else in the room, rather than just bare furniture. Would you like to keep it?"
She starred at me with her one normal and one mechanical eye, then nodded.
Me: "Then it's yours."
Some time passed as we played a few board games and I loaded an old painting software on the computer and let her draw for a while. I learned she loved drawing, even though her drawings were almost like photographs due to her processing power and accuracy. As I sat and watched her draw the door to the cell opened. I looked over to see one of the guards from outside.
