(YN's POV)
I braced myself for a fight, but my brain was to fuzzy with fear to create anything. I could see 035 and 049 out of the corner of my eye, their hands clasped.
What is their story? My brain flickered the thought, before the door slid open. "Don't move!' a voice- which turned out to be Dr. Bright- called. "Put you're hands up! Now!"
Reluctantly I obeyed, thrusting my hands to the roof. Bright stepped into the room, a small pistol in his hand. "Capture 035 and 049, leave the kid to me."
I hated that he called me 'the kid' even if it was better than numbers. Bright came up to me, the pistol aimed for my forehead. Slowly he made his way behind me, and grabbed my wrist.
He dropped the gun, but grabbed my other wrist, and pulled them down so he could cuff me; (which he did after bringing me to the guards).
I could see other guards doing the same to 049, while 035 fought off three at once with some black tentacles that came from the ground.
I watched in a amazement as a tentacle wrapped around one guards neck and tossed him into the wall, while 035 clocked another in the face.
When he saw 049, he let out a cry, and sent a tentacle to wrap around Bright. He shouted a stream of curses, letting go of 049 and hitting the tentacle.
049 took a moment, before freeing his half-cuffed hands, and tapped Bright on the arm. The room went silent, and Bright stared at 049, before he collapsed into a heap on the floor.
Immediately, chaos broke out. 049 ran to 035, dragging him to me and helping him take my cuffs off. I rambled thanks, before diving into the mass of bodies and guns.
I winced as my elbow connected with a pistol, and whipped around, punching the unsuspecting scientist in the gut. 035 was grabbing people and throwing them everywhere, while 049 was at his side, touching anyone who got close.
"We gotta get out of here!" 035 cried, and 049 nodded. "(YN)! follow me!" I heard him shout, reluctantly pulling away from the fighting and running to the door.
035 grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the room, making me trip and tear my jeans. "Ow! Frick!" I cursed, getting up and starting to run again.
I skidded to a stop behind 035, nearly running into him. He glanced back at me, his face still a large frown, but more sympathetic when his eyes met mine. (From what I could tell.)
"Stand back," he said, slowly placing his arm in front of me, like a guard. I peered past him to see a line of guards, all of their guns pointed at 049, 035, and I.
After a bit of whispering, a man stepped in front, his mouth and nose covered by a gas-mask looking thing with a tube on each side, one red, one blue.
"049, 035, we don't tolerate breaches in this foundation, and you know that. Teaching a new SCP to breach is beyond our standards. So- why would you do it?"
049 took a moment, and 035 reached for his hand. "We did it because we want to save this kid." he responded, putting his other arm around my shoulders.
"We want to save them from this horrible place. Of numbers for names, of nightmares, of death. Nobody deserves that, especially kids who have no idea whats going on!" 035's voice was strong, and it was kind of touching.
Gently, shrugged his arm off, stepping in front of him while 049 stared at me in confusion. "It's fine, I'll go with you, just don't hurt them," I nodded to 049 and 035. "alright?"
The guards shuffled on their feet, as if scared I was suddenly going to catch on fire. After a moment, the man who had spoken nodded. "Come with us, and there will be no harm to them." he said at last.
I nodded, walking up, and per instruction, letting them cuff me. I couldn't see what was going on with 049 and 035, but I could tell that being separated would be horrible.
I'm not going to let them do this to you anymore. No matter what, you guys deserve to be happy.
Okay guys, quick thing. The 035 and 049 ship is gonna be in here because I WANTED IT. If you don't support the ship, then don't read this!
(Also, God help me, I've grown sick of rushing theessseeee chaaaappptteeerrrrssss.)
Anyway, point out any mistakes or don't I don't really care :P
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