The Little Angel ( 049 x 035 )

Chapter 4

                                                                            ~     Mask's POV      ~

I slouched over at the table, watching the shape of Remi leave the room. She was clearly in a bad mood. I decided it would be best to leave her alone, but Doc had better plans.

"I'm going up after her." He announced, still cleaning some dishes.

"Damn right you are, the best thing she needs right now is space." I said, the holes in my mask glowing dimly of purple.

"She had time to sleep and be alone, we can't wait much longer. She has been given a full week off of school, so we must prep her quickly to face the rest of her peers."

I sat up straighter. "Only a week?!"

"That's what the Foundation and the school agreed upon. We've all had our first kill, and it can be mentally shocking, especially in her case, but we mustn't dwell on it too long."

There he was again, his emotionless tone, as if he didn't care at all about her mental state. As I was silently fuming at him, my last arm slipped off, leaving me only right leg left.

"Fine then, darling, at least help me get another host before you go torture her with your words."

Doc snapped his head over at me, glaring. He sighed, grabbing me from the host's face and heading to the garage.

If some normal person were to come in here, they would think our entire family were insane. Actually, we pretty much are... let's call us glorified mental patients, how about that? We have our sanity, just a different outlook on life. Does that make sense?

There is a pile of bodies in the corner, for me to exchange hosts when I need to. In the center of the room is Doc's work table, which has plenty of blood stains over it. There's even a decaying instance of one of his patients, which simply groaned while walking into a wall.

Doc practically threw me at a face, before storming towards the exit. I managed to call out before he left ,"DON'T GIVE HER A HARD TIME!" before he got out of earshot.

I grunted, pulling myself up. This body was a typical built man with fluffy brown hair. I stretched, heading back inside. I heard footsteps upstairs, which I assumed was Doc entering Remi's room. He was always so overprotective, but in a robot sort of way. He never had that many emotions to begin with, but couldn't he at least give any hint of caring whenever he wanted to play that part of parent? Apparently not, at least not that I'd seen.

I headed towards the door. I needed to go out and buy food from the grocery store, as Doc and Remi needed to eat. I grabbed the keys off the kitchen table before heading towards the door. 

I called out "I'm heading out to the store!" before I left.

After a few years of being out in the public again, I managed to pick up on the electronics they used. Doc had a phone, and I didn't, since it would melt away pretty quickly. I also got a driver's license, and learned how to use and actual car. It was fascinating, seeing how far the human's had advanced during my time with the Foundation. Technically, our time with them is never over, since they are constantly monitoring us as if we are back in containment.

I pulled up to the local grocery store, parking near the front but away from the handicap signs. Per usual, I got many weird stares as I entered. Many probably thought I was dressed up in some costume in a video game. I had seen plenty of those kind of people, and it was intriguing to see that kind of community.

I went through the store, grabbing milk, meat, bread, juice, all the typical items for the week. I also slipped in a pack of Oreo's, which were delicious! How could the Foundation keep us from such a thing? Of course, I never needed to eat, but having sweets now and then was the best.

I headed to the cashier, checked out, and left with a cart full of bags. I began unloading my food when I heard that horrible name from behind.

"SCP-035, please turn around." A monotone voice said from behind me.

I wanted to punch them, never wanting to be called that again, but I turned around calmly. There was a man in a fancy suit wearing sunglasses, with two identical men behind him, probably bodyguards.

"Ah, hello there, how may I help you?" I asked, making sure my face didn't switch to tragedy. 

"We would like a word with you. We have already spoken with SCP-049 about.. your daughter's behaviors."

I felt my face immediately switch to tragedy, which matched my mood. Of course they would want to talk to me, to force it into my brain that this was unacceptable.

"Please, come with us."

"Let me load my things in, and then I'll follow." I sighed, turning around and packing everything else into the trunk before closing the back. I then followed them to a shady spot in the parking lot, which had a black van that had some fake company logo on it. Of course their secrecy was a MUST.

I entered the van, seeing a familiar face. My face switched to comedy and I laughed. 

"Ah, Dr. Westbay, what a treat to see you here again!"

"Please take a seat, SCP-035." He motion to a couch.

I grinned, following as ordered and sitting down.

"Now, what is so important that I get to be blessed with your presence." I put on my charming tone, hoping to calm the stubborn doctor.

"I am not going to deal with your antics, 035. Don't try to manipulate me, it won't work."

"Aw, what a pity," I frowned. "So tell me, why exactly am I here?"

"SCP-049 told us you would be able to accept specific punishments for the actions of.. Remi, as you call her. So, I am here to tell you what they shall be."

"Ah, yes, of course, I would do anything for her." I smiled, resting the side of my face on my hand as I watched Dr. Westbay.

"Well then, I'll get to the point. We will be stopping shipment of your hosts."

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Oh wow, what's going on here? I honestly am having so much fun writing this, and I hope I don't get bored at all while in this middle of this story. That would be horrible. Hope anyone who reads this is having a great day, and I'll see you all in the next chapter! Thanks!