Subaru's Containment Breach (Re:Zero X SCP)

Chris

Subaru woke up within his bed, looking around his new surroundings he didn’t seem very surprised. A familiar cell and a familiar voice rang from outside the cells of the D-Class.

  “Lunch time!”

  All the cell doors simultaneously opened leaving Subaru’s fellow ravenous D-Class to rejoice, for it was pizza day. Rushing out they all headed towards the direction of the nearest cafeteria which happened to be a sharp right from Subaru’s cell. As the crowd passed by one D-Class stopped and entered Subaru’s cell to greet him.

  “Hey, hey, hey Chris! How’s it been man? Do ya think ya could hook us up with some seconds, ya know? Butter up the guards like ya always do?”

  “Heh! Ya right, they only listen to me because I’m apparently somebody important. Hell, I don’t even know if I can agree with that sentiment. Anyhow, I’ve missed ya Bart! It’s been a long while since I’ve seen ya.”

  “Come on man it’s only been yesterday. Hey check out the growth of my beard since the last time! I’m about to hit a world record.”

  “Okay, mister santa! Please, it’s only grown a tiny centimeter.”

  “Says the man with no facial hair whatsoever! What are you? A newborn babe?” Bart continued to tease Chris, the man who used to be Subaru had become an entirely new person. And in only one week, his identity had easily been revoked. His personality, the thing that makes Subaru himself was now gone.

  “Geesh, just shut up man! Let’s get to the cafeteria already, I’m sure we’re both starving for some pizza!” Chris empathized with a slam of the wall next to him as he got up and quickly jogged out leaving Bart behind.

  “Oi, oi, oi! Don’t just leave me behind here?!? How am I supposed to get extra pizza without you?!?” Bart yelled as he ran to catch up with Chris who was immediately stopped by a guard.

  “Are you ready to eat, sir?”

  “Certainly! Is it true that it’s pizza day? Oh, it’d be chill if my bro Bart came along, right?”

  “Do you honestly think I care?”

  “No, not really…”

  “Then there’s your answer, let’s just hurry up so I can eat my own lunch.”

  “Right, right! Sorry… Hey Bart, he says it’s okay!” Chris yelled back to the chubby Bart who was having trouble making his way over to him.

  “Why wouldn’t it be, dude?”

  “Look I don’t want a bullet in your head as much as you do...” Chris muttered as the guard escorted them to the cafeteria. The aroma of tomatoes and sausage attacked both Chris and Bart’s noses. The guard have become accustomed and simply scoffed at them for being so appalled. Chris looked rather uneasy as they went by each table which gluttonous beasts sat feasting at their own subpar portions of pizza. Even the D-Class didn’t expect too much of pizza day, but it was better than the cans of beans they were often given to help them persevere through the rest of an arduous day. So, the burnt crust, the somewhat expired pepperoni and sausage, they could all forgive it for something actually somewhat delectable. However, there was only one issue: they were only allowed two slices of pizza.

  For some, that was enough and Chris would often observe people who left early to return to their cells and nap until they were called back to do god knows what. Others, however, would wait for Chris, so that they could beg for the simple privilege of having another slice of pizza. To put it simply, Chris felt a sort of euphoria when he visited the cafeteria. He ate the same quality food as them, but his quantity was different. On some days, he was a god on others he was worthless. Nobody wants extra beans after having them for three consecutive days. If a D-Class were to see even an image of beans on this fateful pizza day, they’d puke, and understandably so! Thus, it was natural that they’d want to enjoy pizza day while they could, and with as many pizzas as they could obtain. Chris was delegated to an infinite amount of pizza, however, one thing really dissuaded people from trying to steal from him. And that was Chris had mayonnaise with his pizza. That sight alone was equivalent to beans and the only D-Class who could tolerate that, was Bart. Thus, nurtured the friendship of two food freaks.