[Days Later]
After my encounter with Abigail I had been trying to convince Stevens to let me research the ritual of which she performed. He granted this on the condition that I turn over all notes I took to the foundation. So I poured over dozens upon dozens of books but found nothing. I even had some older books that I had in my office at site 08-4 sent over. The ritual had to be newer in origin otherwise they would've been in at least one of my books. I messed around in the occult awhile back, trying to find a way to undo the curse I had been stricken with, to no avail obviously. Without knowing the ritual my only course of action would be to fix the light and restore the so called gate. However the light seems to be permanently broken, even replacing all of the inner workings had no result. If I can't fix the light then I'd have to help Abi become as happy here as she was in whatever the world is beyond the nightlight. I sighed as I closed the final book in the horde that I had in my cell. I set the book on the bookshelf and lit a cigarette, then sat down in a chair. I wonder how the children and 953 are doing. I sighed as I flicked my cigarette and stared at the blank wall. I haven't slept in a few days, then again I don't need sleep. I've been studying nonstop, maybe I should take a nap. As I got up to make my way over to the bed, the door to my cell opened.
Me: "Or not."
Stevens: "Sorry, was I interrupting something?"
Me: "No. What seems to be the problem?"
Stevens: "Nothing at the moment. However we wish to conduct another test."
I nodded and took one last inhale of my cigarette then put it out.
Me: "No rest for the wicked."
I followed Stevens out into the hall where two guards followed us. After awhile we came to a door with a plaque next to it. It read, "SCP-085. No Paper Passed This Point"
Stevens: "I'll be joining you for this one."
I nodded as he opened the door and we walked inside. The only thing in the room was a sketchbook on a table, two chairs, and, on the table, a pencil.
Stevens: "Please, have a seat."
Me: "Okay."
I took a seat at the table and looked at the sketchbook. On the sketchbook was a drawing of a car that was lifted up by a few jacks, it looked to be a mustang, good taste. Then I noticed underneath the mustang was a pair of legs. I guess someone drew an image of someone working on a car. Then I noticed what made this an SCP. The pair of legs were moving.
Stevens: "Excuse me, 85?"
Suddenly the person under the car slid from underneath of it and looked at us. The drawing was female in figure, with long hair and a nice sundress. She waved at us and smiled. Stevens suddenly picked up the pencil and carefully drew a pen onto the sketchbook. 85 picked it up then wrote something beside her. It read, "Hello. What's going on?"
Stevens: "I wanted to introduce you to a new subject here. This is 4247. I had a feeling you two would get along."
She nodded then looked to me and began writing. "Hi. My name is Cassy."
Me: "Hello to you too. My actual name is (Y/N). You know, that mustang is rather nice. Are you doing some work on it?"
She nodded and began writing. "Thanks. I'm just changing the oil, it passes the time."
Me: "Ah I see. Although, if you can draw things into existence, why not draw some parts to add to it?"
Stevens: "85 cannot draw items into existence, only someone on the outside is able to."
