SCP: Accions and consequences.

Chapter 1: Can You Hear Me?

I gotta say, this is my first story, and english is not my first language, so, sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy!
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Doctor Simmon Glass had seen many things while working as a psychologist for the Foundation, from people having a sudden panic attack to a researcher so caught up in his own memories that he started attacking Doctor Glass right in the middle of a session. But he really wasn't prepared for this intrusion to his office in the middle of the day. He was preparing a speech about personal space and politeness when he recognized the two persons standing in his office, one slumped against the other.

"Oh god, Clef, what the hell happened?!" shouted Glass while running towards the doctor and the other man.

"I swear to god G, i found him like this in the middle of the hallway, i didn't knew where else to bring him" said Doctor Clef, while lowering the other man to the ground.

"Well, maybe the goddamm infirmary, Clef, they're better equipped for this than i am!" shouted Glass, again, while checking the shivering and unconsious man on the floor, making sure not to touch the amulet hanging around his neck.

"Hey, you're a doctor too, are you not?, also i was in a bit of a hurry, y'know? and besides, he was rambling abou-"

"Hush" said Doctor Glass looking at Clef with a serious expression, then he turned his attention back to his patient.

"Jack, Jack, can you hear me? If you can, please, try to open your eyes."

Bright didn’t react to Doctor Glass, he merely shivered again and muttered:
"You're a fake, you're fake, not me, you're not me, i'm real, i'm the real one, i know!"

"What? What does that even mean?" said Doctor Glass, unsure of how to react.

"That's what i was trying to say" Clef interrupted, with a worried look on his face, "i found him huddled on the hallway, shaking and saying things like that, like he was trying to assure himself that he was real or something like that. Besides, he didn't even want me to touch him, it was like that hurted him, i swear he looked like he was being tortured".

Doctor Glass suddenly realized what this was about, and if he was right, he hoped he could do something about this before it was too late.

"Sooo, what should we do?" asked Clef. "it's not that i particulary like him, but i swear it's making me nervous looking at him like.... that"

"Okay, i think i know what to do" said Glass standing up. "though, there's nothing much t-"
Just when Glass was finishing the phrase, a moan of pain interrupted him, followed by a weak and trembling voice that whispered:

"God, it's too much, the voices, th- God, too much, it- it hurts, please, make- make it stop, God, help plea-" followed by another whimper of pain.

" I will try to help you, alright Jack? But i need you to calm down first, m'kay? I need you to breathe. In and out, deep breaths".

"Simmon, i don't like this" said Clef, looking positively concerned. "What should we do? Is it a memetic agent or some kind of anomalous disease or something?"

"I- i'll explain later, okay?" instructed Glass, "first, i need you to stay here, i will need some help"

"Anything you say, G"

"I need you to bring plenty of water, and a first aid kit, as quick as you can"

"Right away".

Once Clef hurried away from the psychologist's office, Glass bent down again, wiped some sweat and hair out of Bright’s forehead using the back of his hand, and sighed.

"Oh Jack, what have you done with that amulet now?".

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