Life as an SCP

My Arrival to Site 19

Clef pushed me into a small waiting room where anyone can look through the window to see me. I looked around the room and found an ventilation duct and no cameras. I smile as and slip out of the chains quietly, so no one notices that I'm even trying. A few researches look in and laugh when they see me, but I scared them when I suddenly appeared in their face. Bright laughs at them from the distance and was already free of the chains.

"Finally out of those chains!" I mumble as I begin climbing into the vents.

I hear the footsteps below me and while looking through one of the vents, I gasp when I see SCP-106 out of his chamber for a quick stretch. I crawl off as fast as I can, but somehow 106 hears me and tries to stop me. I find an alternate vent and crawl through it so he

doesn't catch me.

Why is he after me?! I didn't do anything to him! I thought to myself while trying to find a way out.

So, the building to Site 19 is quite confusing. I think I'm at the main entrance's office, so I kick the vent out and jump down. As soon as I was out of the vent, someone came up behind me and grabbed me. I let out a scream and try to get away, but then I realized it was just Bright.

"How did you get into my office?" he asks with shock.

"Why should I tell you, land lover?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

"I want to know, otherwise I'm going to dismantle you piece by piece," he says with a creepy smile.

"The vents," I say calmly, even though I was still mad.

Bright chuckles a bit. He had never thought any single SCP would use the vents as a way to get out. I guess I was the first one to even try that.

"I never thought one of you would ever think of trying to use the vents! You are a sneaky one, my friend. I believe we should call you SCP-2213," Bright says while trying to keep his calm.

"Why would you call me that?!" I yell with protest.

"It's what we call every creature we have here. I can tell you've already seen 106. I know he's a bit frightening at first, but you'll get used to him. You've already met 963. That would be me," Bright explains with a comforting smile.

"I'm not falling for that comfort crap you're trying to pull on me. Don't even think about it," I say in slight anger.

I'm not a fan of being comforted, unless it's by Foxy or the others. I trust them the most, but I can't let the researchers find that out. I don't know how long I'll last here unless I had my pizzeria. I miss that place so much. Maybe I'll try escaping!

"Calm down. I didn't mean to offend you in any way, shape, or form. Maybe at some point I can help you escape from here. How would you react if I told you we could move your pizzeria?" Bright asks.

"You're kidding! That can't be possible!" I yell.

"I'm not kidding, and it is possible. Anything's possible when you're here," Bright reassures me.

I can't believe this! He's going to get me my pizzeria back! I'll finally be able to sleep without distractions! No one would dare enter my pizzeria, since that me and the other animatronics guard the place quite well.

"One question though, will there still be a night guard there?" I ask with hidden worry.

"Of course! What is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza without a night guard? It wouldn't be a true pizzeria if it didn't have a night guard," Bright says with a smile.

"What will my food be then?" I ask hungrily.

"We'll feed you and your friends some of our D-Class personnel. They are easy to regain since they are death row inmates," Bright replies.

"Sounds good to me!" I exclaim.

So, Bright and I have a conversation for about 5-8 hours about my life until the pizzeria is ready. I think he really learned a lot from me, even though I haven't been around for a long time. I guess he was just curious about my life before I was contained.

"The pizzeria is here. Bright, lead her to where she'll be staying," Clef orders.

"Oh alright, but make sure to feed her and her friends a D-Class every night, otherwise she'll get really upset with someone," Bright says quickly, as if he's worried I'll go crazy.

"I guess that will work. We'll have to make sure to add a panic button, so they get the D-Class faster," Clef says with a slight smile.

About 4 minutes of walking pass, and I'm now at the entrance to my chamber. I guess it didn't look normal on the outside, but as soon as I walked in, I felt so much better as my friends came and hugged me. I missed them so much, and they were happy to see me.

"Where have you been?" Foxy asks me.

"I've been stuck in a different building. I think I'll get used to life here," I reply.

"Who wants to make a celebratory pizza?" Chica asks with glee.

"Not right now, Chica. We're going to have a night guard for food tonight, since that the researchers here have agreed to feed us some of their D-Class personnel. I think it's a fair trade," I reply to Chica with a smile.

All of them nod and head to their respective places. The D-Class dispensed into the night guard's station had no idea what to do, so he stared at the iPad the whole time. Little did he know that I was sneaky if he wasn't watching me enough. All he did was watch the main stage.

"Foxy, should I poke my head out of the curtains?" I ask Foxy in a whispering tone.

"You should. It will most likely make him panic," Foxy says.

I nod then stick my head out of the curtains and stare at the camera to Pirate Cove, which is my home in the pizzeria. I hear a faint scream, which means that he's really scared. Since he wasn't watching me enough, I slipped out from behind the curtain and got ready

to run down the same hall Chica usually appears in.

"GO BACK IN YOUR CURTAIN AREA!" the D-Class screams in pure terror.

I just realized that he made the worst mistake, and I ran into the hallway Chica hides in. While the D-Class is checking the cameras, he notices that I'm running for him and hits the panic button. Both of the doors rose, and I run in screeching while also snapping his neck.

"I GOT OUR FOOD YOU GUYS!" I yell through the pizzeria.

As I drag the body to the dining area, Bright and a new researcher walks in. I had already started eating when they walked into the dining area.

"2213, I would like you to meet Dr. Ender, but you can call him Gamender or Andrew. He and his master, Herobrine, are now working here. Dr. Ender will be in charge of anything that is related to you. Have fun," Bright explains as he begins to walk out.

"Why do you look so familiar to me, 2213?" Dr. Ender asks while looking at me carefully.

"I think I used to be friends with you long ago. Remember a girl named Britney?" I ask curiously.

"Now that I think about it, I did have a friend named Britney. She was obsessed with animatronics!" He replies.

"Well, I think you just found your friend. Just look at me. I'm still the same from when we used to talk," I say as I put a hand on his shoulder.

I smile slightly as he hugs me in remembrance. It has been a long time since I had seen him. To be honest, him and I were best friends. Whenever I needed him, he was always there. If he needed me, I was always there. He was practically a brother to me.

"It's been WAY too long, old friend," He finally says at last.