You can't break love, can you?

The Bird In The Cage

ATTEND THE TALE OF MAXWELL ROTH, HE SOUGHT THE FOOTLIGHTS LIKE A MOTH. HIS SENSE OF TIMING WAS NEVER OFF UNTIL... HE OPTED TO-

"NO!" Like hell SCP-049-ARC was in the mood for any bullshit today, he never was.

Maxwell, during the time with SCP-049, he was classified as "safe" then he'd given birth to their child and they were separated, that was when they had him jump straight to Keter because he had become that dangerous.

Maxwell sometimes got out of his restraints to go and play with his friend; his wildcat friend.

But the horror Roth has to go through with all this is ridiculous!

He is held by chains, chains at his ankles and his wrists and they hold him as though he were Jesus on the cross; feet together and both his arms outstretched.

How he gets out, well, it's not his wits that do the job, it's his wildcat friend that does it.

SCP-049-ARC is kept in a containment cell behind the door SCP-860-1.

The door is broken due to his wildcat. Maxwell was lucky to have made friends with the wildcat because usually he'd hear it growling and people screaming, it was like music to Maxwell's ears.

Maxwell flicks his wrists back suddenly and his claws extract, "ah, yes, I forgot about you, maybe my wits might have been able to get me out of these the whole time."

"And if anyone tried to put me back in my "place" I'd deal with them or my friend would," Maxwell smiles to himself.

"But I can't be bothered using my strength, well, whatever is left of it, to get me out of these," He whistles.

The sound of thumping footsteps could be heard and a giant cat runs in, "Oh, happy you eh?" Maxwell coos, the wildcat does what it usually does and scratches at the restraints.

"The teeth always to the job, deary," Maxwell rolls his eyes and chuckles to himself.

The cat rids of his restraints and starts rubbing its face against Maxwell's and begins to purr.

"I don't think Wildcat suits you, you're more like a Forestcat, though sometimes "Wildcat" does suit you, you nutter!"

Maxwell playfully pulls the Forestcat in for a headlock and soon after starts rubbing its cheeks because he knows that's its weak spot.

The silence was ruined by a roar, and not long after the roar, there was an alarm.

"CONTAINMENT BREACH! SCP-682 HAS ESCAPED ITS CONTAINMENT CELL, PLEASE SEEK A HELICOPTER FOR SAFE TRANSPORT OR SHELTER, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" and it was cut off.

"A breach?" Maxwell cocks a brow and makes eye contact with the Forestcat as though the cat knew what he was thinking.

"It's the old croc that's gotten out which means we might finally be free my friend. I can find Marcus and we can look for our child!" Maxwell jumps up with his excitement and so does the Forestcat.

The door slowly opens, and a d-class walks in "SOMEONE USED THE BLUE KEY!" Maxwell outstretches his arms to show off his excitement.

He is now drench with blood because his forestcat is trying to gift him with a dead human.

"We're getting out of here my friend," and they both make a run for the door...