SCP Short Stories

A deal part 2

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The soft pattern of footsteps echoed throughout the quiet halls. Followed by the steps was the melody of whistles leaving the lips of the doctor. Under the doctor's right arm was a pair of clothing. And in his left hand were a pair of black boots. The old, black haired doctor kept walking like there wasn't a care in the world. 

Just as he rounded the corner he accidentally bumped into someone. Luckily no one fell, just stumbled back a bit. The doctor didn't drop anything, but the other did. The young doctor's papers scattered all over the floor; turning into a mess.

"Oh! Sorry there, kid." The older doctor said. He placed the clothing and boots on the floor and helped collect the scattered papers all over the floor. 

"Oh no! It's fine. I'm sorry. I should have watched where I was going." The younger doctor grabbed the papers with one hand then ran his other hand through his orange hair. He was a ginger with honey yellow eyes that were shielded behind his round glasses. Once the ginger took a good look of the doctor in front of him, his eyes widened. "Dr. Eberwine! Hi! Um." The young doctor tried desperately to gather his words. "I-I-I've heard some things about you... from the others."

"Oh really? Like what, Dr. Loumine?" Dr. Eberwine smirks and proceeds to pick up the clothes from the floor.

With a worried tone and scared face, Dr. Loumine stumbled into his words"Please tell me it's not true."

The older doctor chuckles and proceeds to walk into the direction he has heading. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

Dr. Loumine hurriedly made his way to Dr. EberWine's side; grip tightened around his papers. "Oh please doctor! There are so many. So many SCPs you could have chosen. Why it!? Why that abomination!?"

The doctor placed his hand up in a way to calm the other. "We made a deal. He'll be cooperating."

"That thing is basically a caveman! It doesn't understand us at all! What makes you think it'll listen at all?"

"He speaks english, doesn't he?"

Loumine sighed in frustration. "That doesn't mean anything. Plus it'll try to escape. I know it will. Once it steps foot in the outside world, it'll make a run for it. I know it will."

"No he won't." He stated plainly.

"And how do you know?"

He gave another chuckle. "Dr. Loumine, I'm not stupid."

Loumine cocked his eyebrow at him.

"Don't give me that face. I know the risks I'm taking." He sighed. "Look, we can't keep him contained for ever. We never can. So what I'm doing is coming up with a way to control him, in a sense. I'm trying to change him; make him friendlier. Instead of using force to contain him, I'm trying to use reason. Do you know where i'm going with this?"

The young doctor kept silent. He was working everything out in his head; making sure he really understood everything the doctor said. "You're switching it's killing habits..... with friendship? Is- Is that what you're saying?"

Eberwine smiled and nodded his head. "Yup! That's exactly what I'm trying to do."

"Well that's good, but how are you going to do that? What does turning it into an Agent gonna do though?"

The doctor stopped in his tracks and faced the younger. "Tell me this, Dr. Loumine, how would you act if you were put in a dark, cold room, all alone, with no one to talk to? No bed, no pillow, no blanket, hardly any food, and no toilet, for ever?"

The doctor frowned at his words. The thought of all of that happening is terrifying. He would't even survive a day. "I would feel sad, lonely, mad, and... um.. I think I'd go crazy."

"Exactly. If we want him to be nicer to us, we need to be nicer to him. Don't you remember that saying, 'Treat others the same way you want to be treated' from school?" He lightly nudged his shoulder and once again began walking towards his destination. 

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"Good afternoon, 076, or Able. Can I call you Able?"

Able gives the doctor in front of him a cold stare. "I don't care."

The doctor smiles. "Able it is." He walks closer to the SCP; clothes in hand. "Here. I got you something to wear." he extends his arms out and gives him the clothes.

Able snatched the clothes form his hands and inspected them. He gave a confused look when he looked at each clothing individually.

Dr. Eberwine sighed and shook his head. "Forgot you don't really know how to wear them." He quickly snatched the smaller clothing from his hand; causing him to get angry and form a low growl. He ignored it and kept going. "These right here are called Boxers. These are the first thing you put on before pants. And pants are the ones with two long cylinder cloths where you put your legs in."

Able turned even more confused. He examined the supposed 'pants' in his left hand. He dropped the shirt and combat boots. He held the pants in both and looked all around it; becoming more confused with all the things the pants had. Some would call his actions adorable, others would call it annoying. Never in Able's life has he ever worn any modern clothing of the current century. Everything looked so confusing. He didn't understand why humans these days have to wear so much clothing. The Sumerians didn't really have to wear that much when he was young. Why change it?

"Able."

Able snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the doctor with an annoyed, angry expression. 

"We gotta get a move on if you wanna leave quicker. So put these on first then the rest." Dr. Eberwine handed Able the boxers.

Able snatched the clothing and began changing.

Let's say it was sort of a mess. That's all you need to know. A thousand year old Sumerian wearing clothing for the first time can really confuse them and do things wrongly. 

At the entrance, 30 guards and one female doctor-holding a briefcase-stood at the doorway with guns readied. Dr. Eberwine walked out of the cell with Able right behind him. Though he wore the pants and boots, he had no shirt on; showing off his red tattoos and built chest. If you're wondering where the shirt is, it's shredded to pieces. 

"All right, Able. Before we begin," Dr. Eberwine signal's the doctor to open the briefcase. "I need you to wear this." He takes out a thick, metal collar and quickly connects it around his neck.

Able became confused and tucked at the collar hard.

"NOW HOld on there! Don't touch it!"

He gave the doctor a death glare. "What is this?"

"An explosive collar." he said. "It you try to take it off it will immediately set it off and you'll die. Again."

Able deepens his glare and forms a slight growl.

"I'm not stupid, Able. I know you'll try to pull a stunt once we get on that plane." Dr. Eberwine took out a remote from the briefcase. The remote had two buttons. One to release the collar and one to activate it. "With this remote I can activate it. This remote was also programed to activate it if it breaks. So don't try anything. This is your one chance Able. Don't waste it." with that the doctor turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction.

The guards go behind and beside the SCP with their guns pointed at him. "Follow him." one guard said.

Able growls, scaring the guards, and continues to follow the doctor. This wasn't going to be easy for him and he knew it. But this is his one chance to leave that miserable cell and possibly his one chance of freedom.