SCP Short Stories

A Deal: Part 1

"Alright, SCP-076-2, let's make a deal." A doctor leans on the doorway, blocking the bright light from fully going into the darkroom. His hands in his pockets.

SCP-076-2 sits in the darkest corner of the room with his left leg flat down, right leg up, and right arm rested on his right knee. His back was against the wall. He wore no shoes and no pants. All he had was this sort of skirt like clothing made from animal skin, and his cloak. It was his clothes from when he was still fully human. When he still lived at the village with his family. Before he because cursed to his tomb.

Able was his name. Not 076-2. To him, it was sickening how they called him a number like he was some sort of animal. That's all they ever think of him, actually. A wild caged animal who will strike anyone who gets too close; killing anyone insight to fulfill his bloodthirsty intentions. And since the people at the foundation have no respect for him, he gives no respect to them. So he keeps quiet. He ignores the words of the doctor and continues to stare at the darkening walls in front of him.

"Silent treatment is all fine with me. I just need you to listen." The doctor's deep, gruff voice echoed throughout the room. "It's been years since everyone captured you, and you've been stuck like this for what?- eighty-three years? It gets boring. I know. But I want to give you a chance."

At this point, Able became interested in what he had to say. What could he possibly mean by giving him a chance? He slowly moved his head-just a little bit-to the direction of the doctor.

The doctor gave a small and short chuckle. "You are one of the foundation's most dangerous, most violent, and most ruthless SCP we have. There's no way anyone could ever trust you with those records from past events. In fact, everyone thinks I'm crazy for doing what I'm about to do. But maybe, if you accept this, the people here can finally stop treating you like a wild animal. Wouldn't you like that?"

Able's eyes widened at his last words. 'What is this man up to?' He thought to himself. It is true that Able wishes to stop being treated like an animal but he couldn't trust this man. He couldn't trust any humans. Any trust that he once had was all gone on the day he was cursed.

After a while of thinking, Able finally spoke. "Why would you want to trust a man who's killed hundreds of people. A man whose blood lust can never be satisfied. I want nothing more than my freedom-"

"And that's what I want to give you...."

Silence overcame the two. 'Is this a joke?' Able didn't know how to react. All he ever wanted was to be free and live out his life outside like before. And out of all these years, they want to grant his freedom? No. This isn't right. It's too good to be true. There's a catch to this and he knows there is. Obviously they want something from him. But what?

The Sumerian turned his whole body towards the doctor; his legs crossed."What's the catch?"

It caught him off guard when the doctor started laughing. He became annoyed and angry. 'This was a trick.' He thought. Just as he was about to summon a dagger and kill him, the doctor spoke.

"You're smarter than I thought! But don't be disappointed. I will be giving you freedom, but the freedom I'm giving you is just out of your cell. You're not leaving the foundation." The doctor dropped down to a chuckle. He left his position on the door and started walking closer to the Keter. Behind him came in 5 MTF guards through the door. All of their guns were pointed at the SCP to make sure he didn't make any moves to kill the doctor. "Ignore them. You know they're only here to make sure you don't kill me. So, do you wanna hear the rest of the offer?"

With a menacing glare, the Sumerian took his time to think about what the doctor asked. Able didn't truly know if he wanted to hear the rest of his offer. Yes, he wanted to be out of his cell without being shot at all the time but what would be the cost? How will they use him? Will they redo the experiments they did on him years ago? No that would be a waste.