Blutrotes Rosenmeer (SCP-953 x "Nine Tailed Fox" OP MTF Squad Leader (Reader))

Amnestics

The door opened with a faint metallic hiss and invited us to enter the dark room.
We went in and looked around.
It looked like an ordinary room for Level 4 staff but was painted in an ash gray instead of the usual white.
There was a bed in the right corner of the room, the covers pulled up to the pillow.
He has to be there.
We looked over at him and agreed.
Given the situation, it was clear to us that he had no chance and would be overwhelmed.
After a brief, silent agreement through signaling, we went to his bed and looked down at him.
He was undoubtedly sleeping.
I pulled a syringe out of my pocket with a drug that would knock him out.
The other MTF soldiers got ready to attack.

Y / N's POV

Suddenly I opened my eyes and looked into the eyes of an MTF soldier who gave the other four a signal.
They immediately grabbed me and pressed me with all there strength into the mattress while the fifth put the syringe into my arm.
It was serious.
I immediately pulled my arms up with such a force that the soldiers holding my arms were thrown back into the room and fell to the ground.
The fifth soldier injected the fluid into my arm.
I felt the fluid spreading in my veins and making me tired.
Before he could inject the whole syringe into my arm, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him down while I pulled the syringe out of my arm.
He looked at me with wide eyes, overwhelmed by the resistance I could offer them.
I gripped the syringe and punched the needle in his left eye several times.
MTF soldier: 'ARRRRGGHH !!!'
He let go of me and held his bleeding eye as he stumbled back into the room crying and screaming from pain.
I got up and took the pen that was lying on the bedside table in front of me.
The MTF soldiers who were just about to fix my legs let go of me and wanted to grab me to prevent me from killing the injured MTF soldier.
Unimpressed, I pulled away and rammed my elbows into their throats.
They hit the wall and held their throats as they slowly choked to death.
I continued and rushed towards the bleeding soldier.
He backed away frightened and I grabbed him, pushed him against the cupboard behind him and rammed my pen through his neck into his head.
He fell to the ground and was dead instantly.
The two I threw back got up and fled.
When I tried to chase them, I suddenly lost control of my body.
I fell to the ground and couldn't move anymore while feeling very tired.
My eyes almost closed by themselves and I fell into a deep sleep.

Some time later.

Doctor POV

I stroked my coat and scrolled over the monitor to enter which patients had recovered already.
A bell rang across the room.
Who could that be at this time of day?
I shook my head in annoyance and got out of my chair.
Doctor: 'Then I want to see who wants something from me ...'
Rolling my eyes, I slowly wobbled towards the door.
The doorbell rang again, followed by a strong knocking.
Doctor: 'I'm coming already!'
They really have no patience.
Shaking my head again, I unlocked the door and opened it.
At the door were three MTF soldiers and someone on a stretcher.
MTF soldier: 'Good evening.'
One of the soldiers stepped forward and gave me his hand.
Doctor: 'Good evening, what brings you here in such a late hour?'
He indicated the bed behind him.
MTF soldier: 'This is Y / N L / N we got the order to bring him here.'
He gave me a envelope.
MTF soldier: 'These are commands how to deal with him, directly from the O5 Council.'
Doctor: 'Y / N again? What does he have with the O5's all the time? '
MTF soldier: 'Pardon?'
Doctor: 'Nothing important, please follow me.'
He nodded and they entered and followed me into a hospital room.
Doctor: 'Put him there.'
They put the bed in the middle of the room and I followed them to the exit of the infirmary.
Doctor: 'Goodbye.'
They waved to me as a goodbye and disappeared into the corridor behind the exit door.
I opened the envelope and read the form that was sent to me by the O5 Council.
Doctor: "I have to use Class-C Amnestics on him? A direct order from the O5 Council? '
I raised an eyebrow and shook my head.
Doctor: 'Then no personnel may speak of SCP-953 in his presence? Why should they want him to forget her? '
I looked over at the bedside to the sleeping Y / N.
Doctor: 'I'm sorry, but I can't refuse this order.'
I bit on my lip and took a deep breath.
All right then.
Slowly I walked out of the room and entered the medicine room to get a doses of Class C amnestics.
I took a small box from a closet with the SCP Foundation logo on it and took out a small syringe.
Then I went back to the hospital room again and stood in front of the bed where Y/N was sleeping in.
Doctor: 'Let's do this ...'
I nodded, stabbed the syringe in his left upper arm and injected him the liquid.
Doctor: 'Done ...'
I really would have liked to don't do it, but unfortunately I had no choice.
All right then I'm finished here.

The next morning

Y / N's POV

I woke up with a headache and looked around.
What's going on?
What happened?
I tried to remember somehow there is an emptiness in my head that prevents me from remembering anything.
I breathed a little overwhelmed and horrified by my situation.
A knock penetrated the white, monotonously painted room, which was obviously part of an infirmary.
I looked at the door from which the knock came.
Y / N: 'Come in!'
The door opened with a hiss and a small, somewhat fat man came into my room with a noticeable depressed mood.
???: 'Y / N you are awake.'