The Breach - 035×049

The First of Many

Hey guys, so this is gonna be a little cheesy. I know how to make things cheesy from personal experience. (Luv u bby💝) So uh, this like the first meeting between 035 and 049 since they were contained. So cute and fluffy for now.

Sorry for the Redacted name.

Narration - Standard

(Thought) 035 - italics

(Thought) 049 - Underlined

⚠️⚠️ Language Warning ⚠️⚠️

The afternoon was normal, for the foundation at least. Everything was running freakishly smooth. It was honestly a little scary to some of the scientists there. The only problems so far had been computer errors and hot-headed SCPs in Site-17 and Site-19. Though there was a scenario from Site-■■■■■ that required the back up generators for power. SCP-999 was out and about by the time the cameras were up.

Everyone was ordered to return to their quarters for the night, guards were to change posts for the night shifts and doors for both D-Class cells and Containment cells were sealed. That's what everyone believed anyway. Doctors returned tired to their beds. Kondraki waved off Bright as his door slid shut with a subtle 'clunk'. Clef was still chatting with Gears in the hallway to their rooms when a guard asked them to enter their living quarters for the night.

The Mobile Task Force guards stood in their stations and made occasional small talk when one passed or two were on the same duty. Causal head nods and a small 'hey' was commonly exchanged between them. Some taking or giving orders over their comm links. Everything was running as hoped. The foundation halls were quiet enough for those in them to feel the pulse in their ears. Steady breathes. Even heartbeat.

However, each site was different. So this means that each had a different meaning for the word 'quiet'. Currently, there were still doctors working in other sites. Some were trying their damn hardest to maintain the amount of work they had piled on the tables in front of windows.

These papers belonged to what lie beyond the glass. A lonely display case on the far left side of the room. The light shining down on a velvet red pillow which was unnoticeably soaked lightly by a black liquid. To top everything off, a single theatre mask lay on the face of the pillow.  The expression of tragedy on its porcelain face.

Various notes and comments were scribbled half-heartedly on the pieces of paper. Some were clipped snuggly onto a clipboard, others thrown haphazardly on the table top. Each with names written on the top margins. They looked like they were written in a haste.

In another site, doctors were finally able to see their beds at about 3:30 in the morning. They were up all night, an amazing turn of events in an interview resulting in none of the doctors getting any sleep for a while.  A sentient SCP has spoken for the first time since its containment. The assigned scientist, Dr. Hamm, was taken off guard by its speech. Even if it was in French.

"Ah shit." Dr. ■■■■■ sat down at his desk and looked over the notes he frantically wrote on his clipboard from the interview Dr. Hamm had with SCP-049. It had finally decided to speak up, a shock compared to its usual silence.

'So much to do so little time' He sat on the gray couch he had requested in his cell. He could feel the sickness calling him outside these walls. These walls that kept him locked in what he thought to be a quarantine to keep him away from the scourge, but eventually he learned it was only so he couldn't continue to rid people of it.