Sometime during the early morning hours, SCP-GU411 is awoken by the sound of wheezing outside his door. He slowly gets out of bed and walks to the door with a drowsy, angered expression. He opens the door with the full intention of grabbing SCP-303 and pulling him inside, but instead, he is met by a skinny clay red hand, peeking from out of sight, holding a full cup of coffee.
The rebar club taps against the wall questioningly.
"No SCP-173-1, SCP-303 is just bringing me a peaceful gift. Two sugars, three creamers?" SCP-GU411 asks.
The cup slowly rises and lowers to confirm this question.
SCP-GU411 reaches out and gently removes the cup from SCP-303's hand. "Thank you. Likewise, I am sorry for kicking the door out the other day. It must have scared you."
SCP-303 waves his hand as if saying it was a small misunderstanding. He then gives a thumbs-up as if asking if things between them were settled.
"Yes. Again, thank you. And you are welcome to come back anytime." SCP-GU411 replies.
SCP-303 then shakes the thumbs-up sign before disappearing.
SCP-GU411 sighs. "I really misjudged that SCP. I thought he was a simple prankster, but seems he is actually a nice guy." He sips on the hot coffee, greatly enjoying the taste.
The rebar club again taps against the wall.
"Are you actually attempting to communicate, or are you just trying to escape?" SCP-GU411 growls, his back turned to the club.
The rebar club remains still, unsure of how to answer.
SCP-GU411 sighs. "One tap for communication, two for escape."
The club responds with one tap.
"OH! I bet you overheard my plans to tame SCP-682!"
The club taps excitedly.
"Yes. You are indeed part of that 'worst-case scenario' plan."
The club jumps up and down.
A roar shakes the floor beneath them.
SCP-GU411 grins. "Don't be so impatient you two. All things in due time." He then puts on his radio.
"SCP-GU411, please proceed to test observation room 3-C and await briefing." A male voice orders.
SCP-GU411 groans before responding. "10/4."
Heading out the door, the club taps on the wall.
"Remain here and do not move. I do not need anyone questioning why my rebar club can move on its own!" He says before shutting the door and locking it. He then heads straight to room 3-C following his memory.
Upon entering, he comes face to face with SCP-049. SCP-GU411 jumps back in surprise, preparing to defend himself, as SCP-049 quickly raises his hands.
"Calm, friend, calm. I was escorted here by the guards." SCP-049 calmly states.
A researcher quickly enters the room. "SCP-GU411! Wait! We called him in to perform and oversee your testing!"
SCP-GU411 relaxes, outstretching his hand to SCP-049. "I apologize for the hostile response. Your file may not be up to date."
The researcher chuckles nervously. "Yea.. I meant to update that some time ago. My bad!"
SCP-049 looks down at his hand and then back up with a slight chuckle. "They did say you would be forward. I have not properly shaken hands with anyone till today." He takes SCP-GU411's hand, nothing happens. SCP-049 cocks his head slightly. "Fascinating! You are indeed immune to my death touch." He then turns to the researcher. "Does this mean I can forgo the lead-lined gloves and apron?!"
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SCP {The SCP That United Them All}
Fantasy[The first book in my SCP Trilogy!] {COMPLETED} SCP-GU411 Subject file classified under level 5 clearance Object class, Euclid (under review) SCP-GU411 is a normal caucasian male, age 32, 5' 10", with a fairly average muscular build. Originally an...
