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He was sitting against a concrete wall, the same one he has been for what seemed years. He stared at the speaker that onced spoke in the voices of the Doctors, the ones that had gotten scared from the ever expanding plague. He looked at his Black Leather Hands, the same color and material that has covered his body for so long. Sometimes he forgets what he is here for, until he smells it. The very essence that he became the Doctor that cures those infected with the everlasting Plague.
His Cure Is Most Effective.
Behind his mask, he smiled, only for a moment before the essence became noticed again. His Dark Leathered Doctors bag laid on the bed that has been broken for so long. He wanted to use it so badly for so long, to cure those that need to be saved. But now... for so long has no one visited him, or even spoke to him through the speakers like they did after the "accident" had occurred.
The Plague Doctor looked at the door, he had often looked at it... he could often feel a presence there but couldn't bring himself to actually believe it. An often tapping noise could be heard when the Doctor listens close enough, although it doesn't seem to be in any sort of pattern. Strange. The original bright lights that once filled the room have long went out, replaced with a dim red, followed with the loud "clunk" from the door.
He spoke, " Just what might lay behind that door..." he didn't know the answer to his own question, although he felt like he should find out. He salvaged his broken, metal bed to get a durable metal piece large enough to lodge between the door when he opened it enough by his own, and then planed to use his weight against the door to open it. He pulled against the large, metal sliding door, attempting, with all his might, to get it opened. After a long while, he got apart far enough to put one of the metal rods in it to pry it open farther. And each second of opening it farther he could smell the Plague more and more.
He spoke while working, " I... Have.... The... CURE!" He finally had it open far enough to walk through, but first he grabbed his bag and his Makeshift Metal walking stick and set out to explore the new... old and dirty hallway. He was somewhat excited and disappointed. The Doctor was hoping that there would be a person behind that door, but also felt the rush of adventure after so long.
So he began his way through the halls of the ravaged facility before him.
Before someone yells at me, this is only a short story I made in a few hours, so expect poor spelling and DO NOT expect more parts, due to my schedule. IF I choose to continue, this will replace all other works I'm on and will effectively be put on hold indefinitely. Maybe.
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The Plague
FanfictionSCP 049, other wise known as the 'Plague Doctor', was locked away after he had "Cured" one of the interrogating Scientists. Due to this, he was locked away in his cell to rot. At first, they still spoke to him through speakers, but even after a whi...
