Hermitcraft Oneshots and Random Stuff ~ON HIATUS

SCP Hermitcraft AU (Angst)

Go read the Ideas Page so you're not totally confused. Also this is not set in Minecraft.

If you don't know what the SCP Foundation is, the link to the wiki is scp-wiki.net

~Warnings~

-Sadness

-Suicide

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Cub POV

I scan my card on the door, trying not to show my excitement. After a long week of waiting and watching, I finally have my chance. I had managed to shut off the security cameras around this cell. It should take around an hour for them to notice. One hour of happiness before they take it all away again. Once inside, I slam the door and rush over to Scar. He had been sitting against the wall dejectedly but perked up when he saw me come in. His kind eyes are bloodshot and tired. He looks... exhausted. I kneel beside him.

"Cub!" he exclaims, weakly.

"Are you ok Scar? Can you stand? What did they do to you?"

"Oh, I'm ok. Just tired. They were testing my ability to phase through walls. I tried telling them how much energy that takes out of me but they don't listen. When they were done, they gave me some kind of tranquilizer. It didn't put me to sleep but I'm incredibly weak."

My head fills with anger at the thought of the Foundation. I hate them. It's like they don't understand that other things have feelings and thoughts and emotions too. I just want to kill them; To crush their stupid labs; To make them go through the same pain they put the Class Ds and SCPs through every single day. It pains me to have to pretend to work here, even if it's just until I can get Scar out. Scar pulls me out of my thoughts with a soft kiss. I look at him and just like that, my anger melts away like water down a drain. I'll do anything to protect him.

"Were you having bad thoughts again?" he asks.

"You know how I feel about these people. They took us from our home. They torture you every single day."

"I don't blame the Foundation. They're just... uneducated."

"I don't understand how you can be so forgiving to such horrible people. It doesn't take an education to know that this--" I gesture to the place around me-- "is wrong."

"Let's not talk about this right now. Who knows when you'll be able to come here again?"

I bury my face in his chest and try to stop the tears that are threatening to fall. I wish I was full Vex. It's not the first time I've made this wish. I had been an outcast for most of my childhood. I was teased by the Vexes for being half-human and I couldn't be part of human society full-time without accidentally phasing through walls or acting suspiciously. It wasn't until Scar found me, crying in an alleyway, that my life had turned around. But now, I make the wish for a whole different reason. If I had been caught, I would be going through the same torture as Scar but at least we would be together. 

I'm fully sobbing now, staining his tattered grey shirt with tears. He's rubbing my back in soothing circles.

"I'm sorry, Scar. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get you out."

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

A new voice rings out through the small space. 

"Well isn't this touching?" it says.

Scar automatically flinches upon hearing the voice.