[Time Skip, Three Days]
I sat at the edge of the room and filled out forms while the children were playing with one another. They almost seemed like normal children when they're like this. 953 was sitting beside me looking around.
953: "You're strange. You know that?"
Me: "I am aware."
953: "No matter the situation it doesn't matter to you. Not even immense pain effects you."
Me: "Live indefinitely and that will happen. I cannot fear death because death is impossible for me. I've seen the ones I love pass, but I have no chance of joining them. I don't even know if I'll die of old age one day."
953: "Yet you still show care for children because they remind you of your sister. Human emotions are odd and fun to play with. But you're only fun to play with in the physical sense. You're rather cold towards me."
Me: "Can you blame me? You took the form of my sister. You refused to change out of that form because it disturbs me."
I shifted the paper I had just finished and began working on the next one. I looked over to the children. 191 was sitting and staring at the laptop I had brought for her, most likely drawing. And 40 was talking to 239, while occasionally laughing with her. I liked these days, they seemed to help the SCPs relax and have fun. Not to mention they feel like normal children for awhile.
Intercom: "Dr. (L/N), we have a transfer needing approval."
Me: "A transfer? We weren't scheduled to have a transfer."
I stood up and sighed. I looked to the guards in the room.
Me: "Please take them back to their rooms, one at a time. We'll do this again tomorrow to make up for it."
The guards nodded and began moving towards the children. The entire walk to the front gates consisted of me cursing at whoever neglected to inform me of the transfer, and the fact they chose the worst possible day for it. As I arrived at the gates three people stood before me, two guards and one man dressed in a lab coat. I recognized the man. He had a smile on his face, the bastard thinks this is funny. This man was Dr. Charles Lockheart. Dr. Lockheart was nothing special to look at, short brown hair, matching eyes, and small bifocal glasses. As I walked up I gave an irritated smile.
Me: "Doctor, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"
Charles: "Oh just making an emergency transfer. Had a bit of an incident at site 06-3. I decided that we should transfer the subject here, because of your... relatable nature with the subject."
I clenched my teeth.
Me: "Oh? And what might this 'relatable nature' be?"
Charles: "Now, now, no need to get hostile, or the O5 may rethink your class to Keter."
I took a deep breath. This man always infuriated me.
Me: "Well CHARLES why not hand over the paperwork and leave them in my care so you may head back."
Charles glared at me as I called him by his first name, he always hated that. He handed me the paperwork and motioned for the guards to go outside for something.
Charles: "I've taken the liberty of bringing the furnishings that were in its cell. Please handle the SCP with care, it's quite fragile."
Me: "Have the guards move all the furniture to room 16-a, the room is padded. I have to start on the surprise paperwork."
He nodded and walked out the front gates. I began the walk to my office, the entire time I was filling out the paperwork I had been handed while also reviewing information on SCP-706, the one being transferred.
