《- ° The Breach°-》

Chapter 1: Where am I?

It was cold.. the floor was so.. so cold. I can't remember clearly what happened. Did I pass out? Where am I? Am I dead? I had so many questions in my mind that couldn't be answered. I got up and looked around. All I could see was.. metal. everywhere was just metal. I was in a metal box it seemed. I looked left, right, up, then.. down. Where are my legs? I was so scared I couldn't remember clearly what happened before I passed out besides a weird object exploding and a bunch of guards shooting. It was those damn personnel. I was so angry. I looked at my paws only to see pitch black claws. As I floated around, I looked at my reflection in the cold steel walls. I looked so different. I had this weird smile on my face I couldn't wipe off and my fur was very messy, I could use a brush. I touched the walls and my hands left off this weird black stuff. I tried wiping it off with my arm but it just made it worse. Whoops. It was like as if I was made out of a black dry gooey substance. I went to a corner and sat down. It was so quiet, I could hear nothing but the scientists outside talking. I felt so small, I shrunk, literally. I quickly went back to my normal size right when I realized my size was changing. It seemed like I gained some weird superpower.

I kept sitting and waiting. Often trying to make sense out of the mumbling I heard outside this box. I sat there for what felt like an eternity until finally something happened. A Class-D personnel was teleported inside. A voice emitted from the cameras on the top corners of the room. "Please approach SCP-1992 for testing."

The D-Class walked slowly towards me with this terrified look on his face. SCP-1992? That's what they called me? I thought I was a D-Class? I looked at the scared man in front of me, hesitant to take one more step towards me. I don't know why, but looking at this pathetic man made me angry. I wanted to rip that stupid little look off his face.

"Please continue to approach SCP-1992 for testing."

"B-but I don't wanna!" He cried back at the cameras

"Follow instructions or we'll have you executed!"

The D-Class tip toed toward me slowly once more. The closer he got, the more angry I got. I couldn't help but talk. "Why won't you wipe that stupid look off your face, huh? It's not like you're afraid of me? Have you any idea what I've been through?" I didn't really know what I said but it felt good. I heard concerned mumbling through the speakers of the cameras as if they didn't expect me to speak.

"P-please don't hurt me. I just wanna g-go home.."

What did he mean by home? Once you're here, you'll never see the light of day ever again. I grew bigger in size, I felt the urge to bite his head off clean. The D-Class looked terrified, taking a few steps back. I grew my legs back and took the form of a wolf, on all fours, I walked to him. The fear in the D-Class' eyes were priceless. I then cornered him, my head against his. I muttered a single word.

"Bye."

That was the last word he ever heard before I aimed at his head only for him to dodge and instead, bit him in the arm. He screamed in pain, holding the arm I bit. The wound was large and red before turning pitch black and rotting. He started to smile uncontrollably, slowly coughing out black stuff. I had no idea what was going on but I enjoyed it. I watched him suffocate on the black stuff he was coughing out. After a few minutes of coughing, throwing up, and crying, He finally died. The D-Class' body was limp. His face still had that smile with black stuff covering his mouth area. I stared at the body on the opposite corner of the cell. The staff then teleported the body back outside. Why did they take the body? Do they want it for their weird collection? Maybe I was just fantasizing. They'd probably fed the body to another SCP or burned the body. Whatever it is, I sure felt good about it. I took my normal form and I looked at my reflection on the wall again. "Maybe I could get used to this" I muttered as I admired myself. I then laid down for a small nap. Although I wasn't tired, a dream would be great instead of sitting here doing nothing but trying to listen to the murmurs of the staff outside.

The day went by. Second day of being in this prison. It was hard for me to accept that I was an SCP now. I tried to remember what happened before I became an SCP but got nothing. I paced around the cell, waiting for something to happen. Maybe another test. Or a breach perhaps? I flicked an ear. I scratched the walls to see if I could get out. Nothing but a few measly scratch marks. I continued anyway.

"Please do not scratch at the walls." The voice from the camera exclaimed.

"And you think just by saying that would make me stop? What would you do if you were stuck in an empty metal box with nothing to do?"

"..." Not a word was spoken.

"That's what I thought."

I continued scratching and scratching. I scratched until the part of the wall I scratched was deep. How deep is this wall? I continued scratching until I heard a voice from the cameras.

"It's no use, The cell is like 40 inches thick."

"Thanks for the disappointing advice, really appreciate it."

"You're welcome. But please stop or else."

"Or else what?"

Silence.

Oh, how much I hated these people. Someday I will have their head, whoever it is. But enough of the bloody fantasizing, what's that noise? I heard more mumbling, this time I could hear it more clearly. I put my ear against the wall the sound was coming from. It was hard to make up some words but I did hear my Item Number. "...SCP-1992..." "...Another test?..." "What about it's object class?" "...Test it..." I felt angry about them identifying me as an it.

I waited and waited. Nothing. Maybe they scheduled the test to another day? I wondered why since I thought they wanted to know as much information as possible about me. Maybe they were busy. I stood there silent. Who cares? I said to myself as I made myself comfortable in a corner. Maybe tomorrow will be the day I'll have fun with a test. I fell fast asleep, dreaming about what might happen or what happened in the past. Maybe tomorrow will be better than today..?

Thank you so much for reading my first chapter! I'm very excited to make more! Excuse me for any grammar, spelling, or general mistakes, this is one of my first times making a story so I'll appreciate criticism!

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