Crosstesting permitted [SCP-049xSCP-XXX]

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Torvic was sitting on his bed.

The sheets had been replaced by the same quiet worker, but the harpy was too much in thoughts to really take notice of them fully aware.

The door to his containment opened, tearing him out of his mind, and multiple armed guards came in. The avian got quickly on his feet, stepping away in shock. "What... What do you want?" He didn't receive an answer but that wasn't necessary after chains behind them were dragged, reveling another person that was pulled inside the room. No... Not a person. A monster.
The chains clinked around the wrists of the black figure, leading up to it's neck. When it stepped clumsily inside the room it was...
"No... No, no, no..."
The light of the cell shined at the masked face of the SCP that slowly lifted it's head.
The plague doctor.

It was a whisper at first but build up to a nervous yell:"Why... Why is he here?!"
"Nice to see you... Too."

Only now Torvic noticed how sluggish the other was walking, almost stumbling behind the drag of the chains inside the cell. Troy appeared in the doorway. His and the avians eyes met for a split second but he quickly avoided his terrified stare by glancing down on the documents in his hands. "SCP-049 will join your containment a while for tests. The foundation agreed that it's own cell is too small for both of you, and your's is perfectly suit for it..."

 The chains were taken off the plague doctor who supported himself at a near wall and slid on the ground in a sitting position. "Ahahah... Urgh. Je le déteste... Mhmm... des licornes?"
The harpy gave him a mistrustful glance before staring back to the research leader, his body still tense. "What's with him?"

Troy scribbled something down on his document replying desinterested,"Sedatives." It was obvious that the human didn't want to stay any longer. "Okay, agents, retreat. You are free to take your break. We're done here."
"H-How can you do this to me...", he pled, his voice lowering to a whisper, "How can you be so heartless...?" But the humans ignored him. They left the room unceremonially, the door slamming shut like it would be the final sound in the world. It happened all so fast... To shocked of the fact that 049 was now apparently staying in his room for... Whoever knows how long, he just stared at the slouched medieval doctor at the wall, near the door. He wasn't so close... But that could change quickly- Torvic knew.

SCP-049 chuckled quietly, ripping the harpy out of his thoughts and making him cramp up. If he had hands he would tighten them to fists, but without them he just scratched with his talons at the concrete floor as he tensed up.
"I didn't even have to ask... They read my...mask... head...? My beautiful little Finch... Heh heh..." SCP-XXX stared at the other with hate and fear. "Of course you would want...-",he whispered but stopped as the man risen his head slowly, his foggy eyes looking him all over. 

"I didn't... Catch that.",049 mumbled with his metallic voice. Then he noticed the white trousers the harpy was wearing. "Ehe... New pants? Did I shred your ...other pair when we ...fucked?" The other couldn't answer, he was to overwhelmed with the whole situation. 049 covered the holes of his mask and made a grunting noise. "Ahh... Excuse my vocabulary... This... Liquid they inject me... I can't think... non-chaotic, yes."

After the shock faded the avian grew seemingly angry. "Your vocabulary?! That's what you're apologizing for??!" His feathers were ruffled in rage, his claws scratched at the floor as he stomped closer to the sitting SCP. "And what do you mean with 'we'?! You forced me! You r-raped me! I couldn't fight back because of these sick humans!" Torvic was now standing in front of the slouched plague doctor who looked up to him. 

"You're... beautiful when you're angry...",he said in daze and the smile on his face could be heard. The avian took a surprised step backwards, his ears twitching.