Regrets And Sorrows: An SCP Novel

Chapter 3: Lunch With An Average D-Class

Third Person Perspective:

As time fastly flew forward, it was now lunch. As the bell rang, many personnel, researchers, MTFS and D-Classes quickly flocked to the cafeterias for the midday meal. Even after thirty minutes of the bell ring, the cafeterias were still stacked of many, many people and personnel, trying hard to find a comfortable seat, amidst the crowds and numbers of men and women in the cafeterias, gasping for air.

Dr Chandler was very fortunate to find himself an unoccupied spot, a bit dirtied but at least, you got something to sit on. As he slowly chew pieces of soupy green peas and yellowish-brown rice, a man in an orange suit approached him. It was a D-Class, his face looked very messy, and he sweat really badly.

"S-sir, c-can I seat besides you?" The D-Class begged, in his eyes was true pity and sorrows, as he sobs lightly, begging in front of the much more, tidier and calm, Dr Chandler.

"Sure, man. Here, I got another spot." Chandler continued"Come, don't be shy."

"T-thanks, Mr?"

"Just call me Chandler. Come, please. Sit down." The D-Class hesitated, but soon come to a decision, to seat down together with the kind doctor.

D-Classes ran the risk of many containment breaches and lockdown protocols. They were deemed to be untrustworthy and untrusted, as they resulted in many deaths and murders of many researchers and personnel. Dr Chandler was on a death wish.

The sore D-Class ate, replenishing some of his weaken strength, while Dr Chandler did the same, although a little bit slower. Then Chandler interrupted:

"What's your name?"

"Ah, they call me by D-78...90, ah yes, D-7890. But my real name is Robert Geoffrey Peter Wolfenstein." The Wolfenstein answered.

Wolfenstein was the kind of man who was never even a criminal. He was just been accused wrongly of everything, the murders, the thiveries, the rapes, everything. He was on a death row. Luckily, his transfer was here, in Site 59. Still, the place is a death row for him.

"Wolfenstein eh? Let me call you... Wolf, alright?"

"Sure, man." And they continued munching the soupy beans and the undercooked rice.

"Hey, Dr Chan... Chandler, is it?"

"Yes, Wolf, what is it?" Chandler ask politely, he did not want for him to get angry.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Wolf said.

"Sure, I'm all ears anyways." Chandler returned.
Then Wolf continued.

"Once upon a time, in the beginning of time, nothing was everywhere. It was dark, full of voidness, only the fragments of darkness existed. Then a few more million years, the dimensions were created, built by an omnipotent power perhaps. God, maybe? Anyways, Earth became Earth, Mars, was a little like us. Then an island sprouted in the Atlantis, with thirteen points of magnetic fields. This fields were occupied by a humanoid like civilization, only much smarter, and much more excelled in the levels of consciousness. Then suddenly, a great change in the Earth occurred. The islands sunk, altogether with the knowledges of the civilizations, with them, finally buried in the eternal abyss of the seas. Up until now, surviving descendants of the civilizations died, leaving clues to us, to find the same treasure we all want and greed..." Wolf stopped and ended his story with an enigmatic expression on his face. Chandler was startled, as he shank back and was thinking,"this D-Class has a lot, lot of stories, how could he have got these?" While he was thinking, the second buzzer rang, and lunch was signalled over, as personnel and people finally discoursed out of the cafeterias. Then a voice blared on the paging systems, a female voice, presumed Doctor Kyra, spoken:

"Attention, all high ranking MTF captains, Level 3 and 4 Researchers, please report to Conference Room A-1 for the meeting, I repeat..." She stopped, catches her breath, and continued:

"I repeat all high ranking MTF captains, Level 3 and 4 Researchers, please report to Conference Room A-1 for the called meeting. Thank you very much and have a good afternoon here in Site 59..." The paging's closing blubber was omitted, and the researchers, were saw trodding there feet to the Conference Room.

"Well, Wolf, a nice story you told me... I better get going, got a job to do... Good luck and stay safe..." Chandler stood up and waved goodbye to D-Class Wolf, whom was also doing the same thing, waving thanks and goodbyes to the ailing doctor.