Hard to destroy human (SCP story)

SCP-053

Weeks had gone by and the only contact I had was the people in orange jumpsuits who gave me my meals. I was surprised when they never pulled me into the interrogation room, though I assumed it was because they had all the answers they needed. "When can I leave this cell?" I asked the one way mirror, I wanted to go outside the most. Even if it was a small area, the pleasure of feeling the warmth of the sun on my face would be plenty enough. Of course my question went without a response. I groaned and laid down on the ground, I thought about SCP-683. What if all the other SCPs were just like that one, but that wouldn't make sense. I stared up at the ceiling, I finally found the speaker the man spoke through. It was camouflaged, but the little slits made it stick out slightly. A buzzing sound came from the speaker, than the mans voice. "SCP-700, please remain calm. Guards are coming to escort you." I sat up, I wonder where they were taking me now. Maybe they were taking me back to SCP-682 so it can tear me to shreds. Guards entered the room, rifles pointed at me as usual, and shackled me. They led me to the elevator, instead of going down we went up a couple of levels. I let out a sigh of relief, as least I wouldn't be seeing SCP-682's face. The guards led me down a hallway, I noticed a sign in front of a metal door. It had the image of a young girls face, but the top half of her face was blurred out. I read the number they had given her, SCP-053. Class Keter. The guards unshackled me and told me to approach the door. I did as I was told and took a step forward, the door slid open and I quickly slipped inside so I wouldn't upset the guards. The door shut quickly behind me, I looked around the room. It was much smaller than mine, and much cozier. There were children's toys scattered across the floor, and drawings all around the room. I smiled a little, it was almost warming, but I also remembered she was labeled Keter. Which from what I remember is dangerous. I heard the sound of someone moving, I looked over at a chair. I could see the face of a little girl looking back at me. I took a step forward, she coward behind the chair. I held my hands up. "Hey, it's okay. I promise I won't hurt you. I'm just here to talk." I bent down on one knee so I was closer to the girls height, her brown eyes didn't seem dangerous. I didn't understand why they blurred them out on her photo. "I'm 700, I'm assuming you're 053?" The little girl nodded, but kept herself hidden from me. I sat down and crossed my legs, I looked around. A stuffed bear was to my left, I reached out to pick it up. I heard the girl make a sound, I looked over to her. Her gaze was on the bear, she had a worried look in her eyes. I brought my hand closer to me. "Do you want the bear?" The girl nodded her head. "Is it okay if I pick it up and bring it to you?" The girl didn't respond, probably thinking whether she should trust me or not. I picked the bear up and stood, I slowly approached the chair. The girl tried to hide herself fully, now I could see she was wearing a bright pink top with her long brown hair in a ponytail. I crouched down a held the bear out to her. "Here you go." She hesitated, then slowly crawled out and took the bear from me. She held the bear close, then it seemed like she was studying me. "You're not wearing orange." I looked down at my very dirty clothes, I'm guessing she was referring to the prisoners here. I shrugged. "I don't look very good in orange." She smiled at my comment, then studied my eyes. "You're not wearing eye protection, or covering your eyes at all." I gave the girl a confused look. "Why would I?" The girl shrugged and played with the bears fur. "Most people who come in here wear something that covers their eyes. I was told it's because I'm dangerous." I looked down at my hands, then placed two fingers on the side of my throat. The little girl raised a brow at me. "I'm still alive, guess you're not so dangerous after all." The girl smiled again. "What's the name of your bear?" I asked looking down at the old looking bear. "His name is fluffy!" The girl exclaimed. She showed the bears face to me, holding it out so it was close to my face. Now it was my turn to smile. "Hello Mr. Fluffy." I said to the bear, she laughed. I couldn't understand why it said she was a Keter, she was just a child. I held my hand out to her. "I guess I should properly introduce myself, they call me 700. It's a pleasure to meet you." The girl studied my hand then looked back up at me. "What are you doing?" I looked at my own hand. "Holding my hand out for you to shake it. It's this weird thing grownups do." She laughed again, then took my hand and shook it. "I'm 053, nice to meet you." After hours of talking to 053, I was still nowhere near to understanding why she was labeled Keter. Guards came into the room, their heads pointed down. "700, it's time for you to leave." I somberly stood up. "Hope we'll meet again 053." I began to walk away. "Wait!" I stopped and turned around, the little girl ran up to me and hugged me. I almost fell backwards but caught myself just in time, my heart jumped up to my throat. I kneeled down and hugged the sweet little girl back. "Promise to visit soon?" She asked. I smiled. "I promise." The guards led me out of the room, their heads shooting back up when the door closed. The shackles me and took me back to my cell. So it seemed not all SCP's were bad, maybe they had just labeled her wrong. I shook my head in confusion as the guards and I entered the elevator.