*Flame's POV*
I walked into work a little earlier than normal. The reason why is because I was notifiedthat there is a new SCP. Hi, my name is flame and this is my story. I work at SCP foundation,and I'm the only scp to work there. I have sharp teeth, dear ears, and a deer tail. I can't look atpeople or they start to welt with acid from the inside out. When I first came to the fondation, Iwas locked up and had a bandanna around my eyes. They performed many tests to see myabilities... Soon, I was able to walk around the facility, and even get a house nearby. I asked theboss if I could work there, and they gave me the job! That day I felt normal... I'm a level 5because they trust me enough that if a SCP brecks out, they can send me on site, to find it and'take care' of it.Back to what I was saying... One of my coworkers, John ran out from a room to the leftof me. His dirty blonde hair looked messy, and his blue eyes looked panicked. His glasses werepractically falling off his face. I ran over to him and asked "John! Are you okay-OH MY GOD!!"That was when I noticed he was bleeding from his stomach. "I gotta get you to the medic!" I saidas I picked him up and ran to our medic. I laid him down on the bed, while Sara, our nurse,started to wrap his stomach with bandages. Sara is a small woman, with straight red hair, andbig green eyes. Her skin is pale and fair. She normally where's her hair up in a ponytail, or buns."John, what did this?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"It was the new SCP...he has antlers, and he stabbed me with them when I walked in theroom to see if he was awake." A weak John answered. I didn't answer and just turned andwalked out the door, my heels clacking against the hard metal floor. I looked at my notepad andfound the new guy's number. SCP-5001. I opened the door just a crack, and saw a figure in thecorner. I slowly walked over to him, and said, "Excuse me?" I jumped a little when he snappedhis neck 180 degrees to face me. He had a big smile that stretched from ear to ear, well, fromwhat I could tell under his muzzle. I was guessing it was because the other researcher wasafraid he would bite them.
He had red ruby eyes, and red hair that faded to a deeper red. On topof his head, it looked like he had deer ears, and small antlers that had appeared to be cut. Hisskin was greyish, and he appeared to have a deer tail. He looked a little like me. I walked overto him and sat dn about five feet away from him. They had classified him as Eliced, so he hadso many restaurants on him. From ability blockers, to a shock and poison collar that would shockand poison him if needed."Hi, my name is Flame, and i'll be your caretaker." I told SCP-5001. "Your are SCP-50-""Alastor." He interrupted. I was confused, he has a name? "Well, hello alastor. I hope i'm sayingthat correctly." "You are." "Well, I hope those restaurants aren't too tight, I know they canbe...uncomfortable, but they're just protocol." I asked with a soft voice. I didn't want to scare him,he seemed already terrified. "There alright." He confirmed. "Alastor?" "Yes my dear?" "I meant toask, why did you hurt my coworker?" I needed answers. "I'm sorry darling, I was just startled."That was his answer. It was an obscure answer, but it was an answer nonetheless. "Flamedarling?" "Yes alastor?" "Where might I be?" He asked. I tensed up. How do I tell him he's inconfinement for the rest of his life? "That's a hard answer..." "No it's not. Does this place have aname?" He remarked. "Well, yes it does..." Was my answer. I was unsteady, to say the least."Then, what is this place's name my dear?" I then realized something.
"Was that a pun?""Hmm?" "You calling me dear, was that a pun?" As I asked, I pointed to my ears. "It was if youwant it to be...Dear~ But back to my question." "Right...this is SCP Foundation...You might behere for the rest of your life..." I answered while hanging my head. I felt bad, because heseemed nice, be it that he attacked John, but he has manners. "Anyways, i need to talk to youto get more information on you.""Name?" "Alastor, darling.""Age?" "Thousands of years! I've even lost count.""Last name?" "I don't think I have one!""Were you ever alive?" "Yes, in 1920!""Powers, or ablittes?" "Demon transformation, shadow manipulation, voodoo magic, eldritchcontrol, spatial waring, pryokenikes, manifestation, photokinesis, and outfit alteration!""Have you ever killed anyone?" "Yes, many!""Are you aware that you can't ever leave?" "I am now!""Do you ever stop smiling?" "Never darling!""How tall are you?" "7 feet.""Okay this is going to be weird but...what are your clothing sizes?" "Why do you need thatinformation?" "I'll have to get you different clothing soon, andI need your sizes." "That makes sense.(Insert sizes here)""And that's all the questions for now. If you want, we can just talk, or I can leave so you can getused to your room." I finished. "I would like some company, please." He answered.
We talked for hours, and I found out a lot about alastor. It turns out that he's actuallyfrom hell, and their demons call him The Radio Demon, and that he has more friends in hellnamed:Vaggie, she doesn't trust him whatsoever. Charlie, she's like a butterfly, or a bumble bee. Wayto pure for hell. Angel dust, alastor just said he's a sl#t. Husk is the bartender, and he likesgambling and drinking. And nifty sounds like a sweetheart! She also likes to clean, apparently.Alastor said that as soon as she got to the hotel, she started cleaning. She's also really strong,because she picked up Charlie looking for guys!Eventually, I had to leave to go check on the others. My nightly routine includes:Spending a day with a SCP, then checking the rest to make sure they are not attempting toescape. And then checking in with the boss, and finally, going home. When I got home, I sat onmy couch and looked around my living room. My house isn't that big, just a lying room, akitchen, a bathroom, and my bed room. There is a window on the east wall next to the tv. Thestairs lead up to the bedroom and bathroom. The kitchen is to the right of the stairs, and it'sdecent. I was lost in thought... How did he get here if he was in hell before? Does anyone know,or care that he's gone? If they do...I wonder what they're like right now..I feel really bad for him.He has friends that he probably misses. Well, expect for angel dust probably.
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