Requested by lazy_leyla
Recently, I have been assigned as the new "agent" to assist SCP 507 whenever he leaves. It wasn't the most eventful job but it got me out of the boring facility every once in a while. Yes, they do allow him to go outside, although not very far. He is only allowed twenty feet from the facility building, in which case if he goes farther myself or an accompanying agent will have to terminate him.
Currently, he's walking around light containment with me, the both of us walking in silence. It's a usual occurrence, as he doesn't communicate much. At least not with me. I'm not sure what he is like around other guards or researchers.
"You know," He starts, hands in his pockets. He turns his head to look at me, a small smile on his face. "I always expect you to try to talk to me like the other guards. It's nice not having a conversation pushed on you. Yanno?" He asked, as if expecting me to answer him.
I shrug at his reply, not caring too much for conversation. His smile quickly turned into a frown at my response, his pace immediately slowing down.
"Can you even talk?" He asks me. I sigh as I stop walking, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I can indeed talk. However, I'm not usually authorized to speak to SCP entities. I apologize for any misconception, if any."
Pulling away, I continue to walk, 507 quickly catching up with me. He sends me a half smile, remaining quite the rest of the walk back to his containment chamber. As soon as he walks in, I let out a sigh as I walk away. Definitely brake time.
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I rub my eyes as I walk through the halls, entering the observation room to 507's containment chamber. I look at the guards and scientists around the room, taking station by the door into his cell from the room.
I let out a yawn as I lean against the wall, letting my eyes close momentarily. I can hear the murmurs of the scientists, soon increasing into a frantic yelling. My head shoots up as I look through the door, noticing 507 gone. He must have shifted again. I slowly enter the room, looking around for anything unusual as many times before. Exiting, I'm stopped by a hand grabbing my wrist.
I look at 507, who desperately pulls me into a hug. I shift my weight, trying to get away. No one is permitted to make contact with him for two weeks after his shift. I can hear the scientists yelling at me through the open door, telling me to remove myself from his grip and such things.
I try, but then I see his face. Tears cascading down his cheeks, he looked terrified. My previously hard expression softens as I slowly rub his back in a comforting way. I quietly shush him, lulling him into a calm state. I smile at him as he looks up at me.
I rub his tear stains away gently, allowing him to finally collapse onto the ground. I immediately follow, again wrapping my arms around him. He curls into my touch, resting his head on my shoulder. I slowly rock him back and forth, asking him the usual protocol questions after one of his shifts. He tells me a few things, how he was once again in the black room which contained the Smiling Man the last time. He seemed rather calm, despite being shot at the last time the two met.
I ask for more details, quietly probing them from him. He tells me of what else happened, how he thought he would die from the experience. I quietly shush him when I feel he is stressing himself again, soon enough lulling him into a slumber. I smile as I run my fingers through his hair, sighing contently. Gently, I kiss his forehead, wrapping my arms securely around him as I allow myself to fall asleep.
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HRK I HAD NO IDEAS FOR THIS I'M VERY SORRY IF IT'S KINDA SHITTY, I HAD NO REFERENCE FICS TO KNOW HOW HE WOULD ACT OR ANYTHING SO UH. YEAH. HERE YOU GOOOOOO
