Bitterest Boys [SCP-079 X SCP-682]

4. [Containment Breach]

[Song above: Everything Moves by Bronze Radio Return]

•No One•

"The site is experiencing multiple Keter and Euclid level containment breaches!" Those words were blasted over every intercom across the facility. Those words struck panic into the foundation personnel. Everyone was in a panicked frenzy.

That green eyed man in orange was calm. Barely a hint of nervousness. He was walking through corridors, eyes flicking side to side.

He froze when he heard a disturbing gurgling noise nearby. He turned to see a hole opening up in the floor, a sticky black substance was oozing out of it.

He watched a figure crawl out of the hole. The figure let out a raspy chuckle. His green eyes watched the figure curiously, a hint of unease hidden in the green depths too.

He backed up as the figure walked closer. A slimy hand landed on his shoulder and he found himself in another place entirely.

He squinted and walked as if his vision was spinning like a top. He walked through a doorway and found himself really, really high up.

He kept walking until he found himself in a red tinted room. Looking up, he saw two unsettling pale eyes staring down at him from a throne.

He forced himself to his knees, finding himself now in a trench. He just kept walking, as if it didn't matter if he died or not.

He found a hole and slid down into it, faced with the feeling of being underwater. Suddenly, he was back in the facility...that was easy, as if he'd gone through that before...

•682•

The intercom had blared out something about containment breaches but all he cared about was his now open door.

He shrunk in size to better suit the small hallways. Being roughly the size of an alligator worked perfectly.

He came to a halt when he spotted that orange thing. He picked up the little blob, he knew it wouldn't last out here with his fellow Keters on the loose. He set it on his back and continued his fast pace through the halls.

He found himself unconsciously looking for that compu— 079, while he looked for any gate.

•079•

He watched different SCPs make their escape through the security cameras. None peaked his interest except one. 682 was padding through the halls with some orange thing on his back.

That's...odd. I didn't think 682 liked anybody else. Maybe he feels pity for that tiny thing? A SCP that doesn't wish to hurt anyone, perhaps?

He looked over the different camera feeds again. To his surprise...a human was still alive. Even through all this chaos, that person was still breathing! He took a closer look...a D-class? How on earth did a D-class survive the wave of everyone escaping their cells? Hmm, he'll die soon enough, whether it's from an SCP or an MTF.

He shut the door on the poor D-class right as 173 started following him. He could hear through the camera's audio that 173 was laughing his... weird creepy laugh. For a statue, 173 surely doesn't act like one. To humans, he can't speak or make any noise for that matter. To SCPs, he's super annoying and oddly flirtatious? The one time we spoke he said that he learned that from some crazy researcher that forced him to have a date with him. I can't seem to remember what he said the researcher's name was...C- C- C something?