You are SCP [REDACTED], also known as "The Companion-seeker." You posses the great power to withstand deadly circumstances and environments. Your whole life, you've just been looking for a friend. Now that the Foundation has you in it's grasp, that...
The doors slowly slid open, revealing an empty room. In the corner sat some sort of sculpture of a human female wearing a hoodie and shorts. There were bloodstains here and there, along with scratches on the floor, like someone dragged a heavy stone across the floor. The intercom crackled for a sec, then one of the researchers spoke. "Subject [REDACTED],please approach the subject."
"Wait, you mean the statue?" You replied in confusion. "A-alright, I guess.." You stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between you and 173. Strangely, it seemed to shiver, like an excited schoolgirl... But that's not possible, right? It's a statue, after all! ....Right?
You stopped only three feet from 173. At this point, the quaking only worsened. And as you reached to touch it, you could hear it suck in an excited breath. That confirms it, this thing must be alive! You finally touched the statue, and it spun around, facing you.
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This was the face that greeted you. Not the terrifying, stone face you had always pictured. A soft, feminine face, with small blotches of what you assumed, was facepaint, and a red streak in her hair. "Y-You touched me... You're not afraid?"
(Hey, guess who's still alive! Sorry for the short chapter, I'm really busy with work this, well, year, but I will try to post more when I can. I'm also sorry for the long-a** wait for this, again, Busy. I'll post more soon! -Anon!))
