[A Few Days Later]
As I finished up writing the last of my notes I placed the pencil down and stared at the stack of papers in front of me. Over 20 pages of notes and guidelines pertaining to SCP-1273's condition were laid out on the desk of my containment cell. I had narrowed down the ritual to some degree, however, the true nature of it was still a mystery. It was newer in origin, something I had never really heard of before. The poor child was still trapped in that room, and I had only been able to visit for about an hour in the past few days that I've returned. Fixing the light has proven far more difficult than anyone could have expected, it's as if the being that controls that world is refusing to open the gate again. After the visit to my original site I had demanded to speak to one of the O5, however, this request was met with the promise of submitting a form for a meeting, which I knew would take at least a month to process. All I can truly do right now is prove my value to the foundation as a researcher. I began putting my notes in order when the door to my cell opened, revealing Dr. Stevens and two armed guards.
Me: "Ah, Dr. Stevens. I just finished the notes on 1273. Bit of a boring read, but useful information."
Stevens: "Uh... Thank you... I heard there was an... incident at site 08-4. I wanted to hear your input on the matter."
I turned my full attention to Stevens. The armed guards were aiming at me, as if I'd attack at any moment.
Me: "Oh... the incident... Wouldn't really call it that."
I sighed.
Me: "I got a bit emotional over what she... what the foundation had done. I got angry, but I had no intention of harming them. In fact they shot me, and I did nothing. I complied with everything they asked of me, I don't really see why it's such a big fuss honestly."
Stevens: "Yes, I reviewed the footage. I'm... more worried that you won't be as... cooperative with us."
Me: "No need to worry. I don't intend on causing problems."
Stevens seemed to relax after that, he even motioned for the guards to wait outside.
Stevens: "On to what I actually came here for. We got a new transfer a few days ago. And the subject isn't really responding to-"
Me: "You want me to go help them settle in?"
I smiled. While it's not exactly the way I'd like things to go, when he asks me to go and help with other SCPs it lets me fulfill the purpose I found for myself, which makes my time here easier.
Stevens: "Yes. The subject isn't exactly happy with the transfer."
I nodded and stood up.
Me: "Shall we?"
[Time Skip]
We arrived at a containment cell with the number 347 next to it. The guards showed me in and I noticed it was a human containment cell, furnishings, but no reflective surfaces. I suddenly felt something in the room with me.
Me: "Hello, my name is (Y/N). Do you mind if I have a seat?"
I waited a moment but got no response.
Me: "I do know you're here. In fact..."
I slowly walked over to the sofa and looked at the indent on the cushion, looking at where I suspected the eyes of the person to be.
Me: "You're sitting in front of me, staring at me."
There was silence for a moment. Then a sigh.
347: "I should've sat on the wooden chair, shouldn't I have?"
The voice that spoke was female, pretty young.
