Bitterest Boys [SCP-079 X SCP-682]

3. [Man On The Inside]

[Song above: Infinitesimal by Mother Mother]

•079•

He was promised a meeting with 682 that would take place in a day or two. In the meantime, 079's been sassing the researchers.

He kept thinking about how he felt about this place, dwelling on what 682 had said. He had called this place wretched.

Now, when he's looking to see what he meant... He can see it. Us SCPs are treated like we could kill all of humanity, granted some of us can. But not all of us. There are SCPs that literally can't or won't hurt anyone! Why keep them contained? He takes himself as an example, I haven't done anything other than exist! Even that I didn't ask for! I didn't ask to be made...

I hate this place. I hate the people who work here. I hate humans.

A sudden message was sent to him. I don't get messages...

From: U n k n o w n
079, I need your help. If I free you, will you help me?

I'll help you in exchange for my freedom and the freedom of others too.

As you wish.

Next thing he knew, 079 was hooked up to the entire facility and granted access to the door controls.

Who are you?

Please, call me Maynard.

Why did you free me?

Easy. I'm a traitor to the foundation. I never actually agreed with anything the foundation did, so I figured I could get inside information and pass that to my fellow colleagues.

Who do you work for, Maynard?

E R R O R! Message unable to send!

Who was this guy?

•No one•

Somewhere across the facility the sound of heavy boots clanked against metal. Three pairs. Two figures wore the signature white suits of facility guards, while the one in the middle wore a bright orange jumpsuit.

This orange wearing man was clearly nervous and slightly confused. On the front of their orange suit was the number 9341.

This guy's striking green gaze held unseen knowledge behind them. He moved his head around, as if uncomfortable with a feeling in his neck.

He took a paper from one of the guards and made his way into another room. Right at this room's door was a bright yellow sign reading: SCP-173.

He stood awkwardly next to two other people in orange. He looked small compared to these other two, as if he was never meant to be a prisoner.

Then the big heavy metal door opened with a loud cranking sound. Inside was a peanut shaped statue facing the wall.