Bitterest Boys [SCP-079 X SCP-682]

2. [Fondness]

[Song above: I Don't Even Care About You by Missio]

•079•

It's been a few days after that breach. 079 didn't want to admit it but..... he wanted to see 682 again.

He looked [at least as much as he could without being able to move] to see if there were any researchers nearby. There was one that seemed to be drowning in papers. 079 made a loud and obnoxious beep to gain their attention.

The researcher jolted, jerking their head around towards 079's cage. They came out of the observation room to see what he had wanted. They stood stiffly at the cage and made an expression that seemed to say "what did you want?" seemingly in a snarky tone.

"I wish to speak to SCP-682 again." Simple and straight to the point.

The researcher took a double take at what the computer had said. As if they couldn't believe an Artificial Intelligence had wants and needs.

They looked around in confusion, still processing what he had said. They were being pretty slow with this, as if they were a really old computer faced with a modern program. Oh, wait—

"Um, I'll see what I can do." They mumbled and went back to the observation room.

[Time Skip]

The researcher came back down the stairs to 079's cage.

"Sorry, 682 is already meeting with another SCP for testing."

His artificial face flickered on his screen for a second. What is this? Feelings aren't my thing... I'm actually upset about this? All I wanted was to see my, not only first friend, but new!

079 shifted his screen to an X, letting out a loud beep of anger. This scared the researcher, so they scrambled backwards fearfully.

[Time Skip]

A couple different researchers came into his cell because that one from before told them of my weird response.

They gathered eagerly around the cage like children at a zoo. He kept his screen black. For the first time he didn't want to tolerate being treated like a toy.

The group quickly died down as they realized he wasn't going to give them a nice and normal response.

"079, hello?" One spoke up.

His screen glitched to the X accompanied by that loud beep again.

"I don't want to talk." He muttered out with his monotone speech.

•682•

682 sat in acid up to his neck, the liquid burning his flesh. He could feel the acid seep in between his scales with a chemical burn, as if he was being stabbed by millions of tiny needles that were really hot.

The intercom came on.

"682, you'll be interacting with SCP-999."

He opened his jaws slightly, letting out a rumbling hiss similar to that of an alligator. His jaws clamped shut again with satisfying hollow snap.

The acid drained slowly and the doors opened. A little orange blob came barreling inside his cell.

He felt surprised to find a twinge of disappointment swirling in his gut. He found himself thinking, Wish it was that computer. At least he made for good conversation.

He shook his head slowly to dislodge that thought. He replaced it with a more normal thought of his, Wonder what the foundation personnel taste like? Oh, how fun it would be to tear their bodies apart bit by bit and spread their insides like party decorations!

The little orange blob had come to a halt at his claw-tips. He looked down menacingly at its beady black eyes. He noticed a bullet lodged deep inside of its see-through body.

It made a gurgling noise at 682, so he swung his head back in disgust. Ew. He took a few paces back to get away from this thing.

It just followed. He thought this was as bad as it was gonna get but... OH BOY, WAS I WRONG! It touched him and a rare feeling arose in his belly. That nasty bubbling feeling of happiness. He tried hard to shake it off, but then it started tickling him. He rolled around laughing uncontrollably.

"StOP— StOP It— HAHAHA- nO— sO HaPpy— DISGustING—"

In his giggling fit, his eyes trailed over to the researchers. He shook off the weird little monster and let out a roar of laughter and power.

He grinned in a violent manner at the gruesome sight of dismembered limbs and other blackish-scarlet bits. The tangy stench of iron filled the air in an instant. He savored the smell and looked over at the orange thing. It seemed to be trembling in horror.

A new feeling settled upon him... pity. He felt bad for the little jelly blob, not for the humans he just murdered with a laugh of all things. If those nasty overgrown monkeys are capable of being completely wiped out by a fucking laugh, then they deserve it for being weak.