Twisted Fate - Twisted Metal / SCP Crossover

Week 1 - Tuesday

Black woke up to the loud click of industrial lighting turning on and it's blinding glare. He sat up stretching and yawning before rubbing his eyes and scratching his back. A intercom in his room crackled on.

"Good Morning Black. From now on outside of interviews we will refer to you as SCP-8000. But for now we'll call you Black. How did you sleep Black?"

Black blinked a bit and groaned groggily. He had just woken up and already they wanted a interview. Black looked up at the intercom rubbing his eyes. He wondered why they weren't asking him in person, maybe they couldn't, or maybe they were afraid..

"Black slept alright. Black still got decent sleep though. Thank for pillow."

Black stood up from the bed and stretched yawning, rolling his neck and shoulders briefly before relaxing his arms to his sides.

"We will be conducting a few exams on you Black throughout the day. Nothing invasive. Do you understand?"

Black groaned softly. This was gonna be a long day but still, it was better than the asylum, at least he hoped it would stay that way.

"Black understand. Black kind of hungry though."

Black was indeed hungry, thirsty as well, but he didn't wanna seem rude by asking for too much. He didn't want to get on their bad side either. He knew nothing about them and he was very, very wary and cautious on how to act in this strange place. Last thing he needed was trouble.

The light scratching of a pen scrawling on paper could be heard over the intercom, it stopped and the scientist spoke.

"What does your diet consist of?"

Black thought for a second and sat down, he didn't even know how to really answer that question. He didn't expect that kind of question either. This was all confusing. Why was he here? What did he do wrong to be put here? What's a die-it?

A second voice was heard over the intercom but it wasn't talking to him, rather it was talking to the first voice, the scientist. 

"Dr. Dian, SCP-8000 evidently has limited vocabulary. Just give him the standard D-Class meal-set. We'll record what he eats and what he doesn't."

The scientist couldn't be heard over the intercom, their voice muffled as they moved away from the microphone briefly. Black looked up at the intercom curious and confused, He didn't understand a bit about what they were talking about.

Soon the scientist got back onto the intercom.

"Okay. It'll be sent shortly."

The intercom turned off with a crackle, Black sat there in silence and blankly looked around the room before the tapping of footsteps caught his attention followed by something opening, he turned to look at the door as it's small tray was slid open.

A tray with a strange meat and a cup of water was slid through the hole in the door. The tray was then closed with a clang and it was locked closed. Black went up and picked up the tray and sat back on his bed holding the tray. The camera turned and zoomed in on him. The scientists watched eagerly wanting to study how he ate.

Black eyed the food on the tray with curiosity, he was intrigued. On the tray was some cheap factory made processed meat that resembled what looked like spam if it came from Chernobyl and got some black market plastic surgery, got hit by a nuclear blast, and somehow wound up on a plate. Next to it was a slice of white bread. It was innocuous and banal. So banal in fact that the shocking contrast between it and the meat's condition and quality was darkly amusing. Finally, there was a plain paper carton with the word 'Water' printed on it in bold. Frankly it was starting to become clear that this place wasn't very.. Imaginative.

The Camera on the wall kept watching. The scientists were patiently waiting, pens already pressed against their papers. Black picked up the meat block blob entity with two fingers, his index and his thumb. He inspected it closely before using his other hand to grasp the zipper on his mask. He pulled it across unzipping it. He placed the meat up to his mouth and ate it, chewing softly and quietly. He was uncomfortable being watched, even if he wasn't sure if he was being watched he couldn't shake off the feeling. The meat tasted sour and rancid. Black winced quietly and grimaced as he forced himself to finish it. He was hungry and he wasn't sure if he was going to get another meal anytime soon. He ate the bread with ease however, it got rid of the taste of the meat thankfully and it was better than nothing. 

Black then drank the water lastly. The scientists were writing their notes.

"He seems to be human, not just humanoid in appearance."

One of the scientists said to the other. 

Once Black was finished with the 'meal'. He placed the tray down onto the floor near the door before heading back to the bed and sitting down. The metal frame creaking softly. Black clasped his hands together looking down, quiet and silent.

He sat there on that bed for what seemed like a hour before the intercom crackled on and a scientist spoke again.

"We are going to begin the first experiment. One D-Class personnel will be inserted into your cell. Please cooperate."

Black's room door slid open with a hiss and rumbling of motors. A man in a orange prison uniform and short blond hair walked in. The door slid shut with a hiss and a thud.

The D-Class looked around the room before he saw Black, his face paled and his eyes widened in shock and panic as he fell back gripping the table to catch himself so he wouldn't hit the floor.

"H-holy fuck- Don't hurt me!"

The D-Class yelped out in fear. He was terrified of Black and for good reason, after all, Black was huge, muscular and looked like a murderous monster in appearance to the D-Class. The D-Class was already breathing heavily as Black attempted to approach the D-Class in a effort to calm him down.

"N-No no no! Black not gonna hurt you!"

Black seemed remorseful and wanted to show that he wasn't the threat that he appeared to be. This reminded him how he felt when people first discovered him, how they thought he was a monster, a freak. He didn't want a repeat of that..

The D-Class began to hyperventilate and have a panic attack, Black tried to touch the D-Class but the D-Class shoved his hand away and stood up sharply, sweating profusely.

"I know all about you fucked up- freaks! You always try to make us think you fucks are harmless when you just wanna fucking kill us!"

The D-Class's face went from pale to flushed with emotion. Black seemed to get upset as the situation was growing tense.

"No! Black don't want to kill anyone!"

Black tried to approach the D-Class once more but the D-Class just backed away looking for a weapon to defend himself.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

The D-Class screamed in distress. The D-Class stumbled backwards, He tried to stand up onto Black's bed when his foot slipped on the slick floor causing him to fall back. Black gasped in shock.

"No!"

Black tried to grab the D-Class but it was too late as he fell back and his skull hit the corner of Black's bed. Knocking the D-Class out and leaving a nasty crack in his skull. Blood stained the corner and Black just stood there. 

Shock then turned to wrath and frustration as Black threw his fist at the concrete wall with the emotion of a roaring river and cracked it loudly. Black kept his fist there and panted. He felt horrible. He felt like this was all his fault.

The emotions however soon washed away into sorrow, regret, and guilt. Black slumped against the wall. Burying his head in his hands before weeping silently. He mumbled to himself.

"Black really is a monster.."