I swear to Jesus I am gonna kill Dr Bright. This is the second day he needs me to fix something, this time it's to fix the bench in 049s containment unit. Lovely. Good thing I know French. I swear if something happens like with the Shy Guy I'm gonna kill Bright.
Okay, so, Bright got the wrong screws for the table. So I'm leaning against the wall studying 049. He is just sitting on his bed, staring at me. Who knows I might just strike up a conversation for the hell of it.
It's been an hour, and Bright is not back. I ended up trying to start a conversation with 049, he just stared at me, I tried both French and English. He didn't respond, I'm just waiting until Bright- Oh! He spoke. In French no less, I shall talk to him and write down after.
Apparently 049 was trying to identify my scent. (Coconut and Lavender) He got stumped and ended up asking me straight out. That and he asked about my profession, if I was a carpenter or something. I just flat out said I'm not a builder but I am a researcher.
Bright came back an hour ago, and I'm with Larry now. I'm watching him interact with another scp, this scp being 682. So far so good, Larry has just been standing there looking at 682. Oh shoot 682 just tried attacking Larry gotta run!
It is now the next day, yesterday after what happened was uninteresting. I'm doing surprisingly well without my cat. Shes my registered ESA but the Foundation wouldnt allow her. Sad, its lonely not waking up to a purring cat on my arm. So far today is gonna be an uneventful, I'm supposed to have today off. I hope to God Bright doesn't show up and say "HEY YOU WANNA HELP ME ATTEMPT TO KILL YOU?!" if he does that again, I am going to strangle him.
So the researchers are throwing me a welcome party? I've been here for a week and they just now throw it? I sometimes don't know about these researchers. But Clef is refusing to let me leave my quarters until it's ready. I'm just gonna end up sitting awkwardly in a corner from the people. I am way younger then most of them who are already in their thirties. While I'm still in my early twenties (yes I know I'm some sort of genius). Oh! Clef just unlocked my door, I guess I'm free to go.
HAHA YES! I STOLE THIS STUPID JOURNAL SHE BROUGHT WITH HER! I hope she likes the gift I bought her. Ps it's the one with no name! AND I NEED MORE CHAINSAWS!
Sorry Dr J. I tried stopping Bright, didn't work. Well anyway have a good night! -Clef
It's been five hours since the party. One of the nice Male researchers baked me a cake. I can't remember names for the life of me. But somehow Bright got me a pet? A bird to be exact, I don't know the species. I need my notes. But it's really sweet, it loves nuzzling, and chirping. It looks like a Bluejay mixed with a Dove. I'm gonna head to bed. G'night.
Dr. J
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SCP: Researcher's Diary
ParanormalUhm, technically this is against Foundation protocol for me to do. But if somehow I die, my research won't go to waste.
