I looked at the two men, who were standing next to the sitting woman. It was only a few moments of silence before I said.
"Are they going to sit down?"
The woman didn`t leave her eyes off of me when she said.
"They are my personal guards. You must understand the caution that we must take. Given your record of controlling people. Please sit down"
Looking around the room. I knew that I didn't have much of a choice. This wasn't something that I could leave from. If I killed or controlled anyone here who knows what would happen. I didn't care about myself, but my family. What would the foundation do to them. They didn't need to do anything, and could simply..-
"I see you are getting nervous. Don't worry about your little friends. You can think of this as simply a meeting from our organization. Now for the last time, please sit down."
I sat down from the chair across from her. I felt like I was on trial by a single person. I hope, with all my heart this works out.
"Thank you." She leaned forward. She brought her hands on the table, and interlocked her fingers together.
"Do you know who I work for?
I didn't want to lie in this situation, that would make it worse. There was also no point in doing that.
"Yes"
"Enlighten me"
"You work for the SCP Foundation."
"Do you know our mission? What we do?"
"Yeah you secure, contain and protect anomalies or special individuals like me. Which, I need to ask why did it take so long? Why reach out to me now? After what weeks of nothing. Surely the Foundation isn't so far back to just now take notice of me. Also why do this? Why invite me here, with you. Doesn't your organization or Foundation just take anomalies?"
"You would be correct. In most cases we would have simply brought you in, contain if you will. The reason you haven`t been contain already is because of two factors. One you have knowledge of our organization; we needed to run a thorough investigation on you. As, for the other factor, allow me to ask you a question. Do you know about Omega-7?"
"You mean…the task force made of….anomalies…scps…" This was starting to make sense. I thought about it and decided to ask.
"If that was the case, then that still doesnt`t make sense. Why not take me though, is it because of my fame?"
"You know about the project that is good. As for your little fame or that man you call a grandfather. No they weren't even close to the factors in this process. We want you to work for us, not against. It would be more beneficial for you to come with us willing and not by force. I am being generous when I say this. One way or another you will be contain. That is a fact."
"What if I say 'no'" I didn't like her. Just the way she talked to me, like she was better than me. Like she had the upper hand or something. Worse comes to worse I could just-
"It is unfortunate if you were to say no. I don't like doing this, but-" She grabbed a folder and handed it to me
"Here. Read this"
"What is it?" I asked holding the folder and examining it.
"Open it"
I watched her facial expression, movements, body language anything that could give me a key to what she was thinking. I got nothing from her, absolutely nothing. With nothing left, I opened the folder and read the report. It was a report on me, on my interaction with the MTF, it also showed everything that they had on me..even…little things like me controlling Mr.Carter. How?
"How? How…"
"We have our resources. If you know about our organization then you most know about the GOC or global occult coalition correct? Or maybe you have also heard of marshall carter and dark?"
"I have." I knew where she was going with this.
"What do you know about them? What or how would they response if they knew what you are and what you have already done?"
"GOC would kill me, or worse. I-I didn't know Mr.Carter was part of them, really I didn't…I..dont know"
"What do you think they would do to your friends? Fam-"
"NO!" I sat up from my chair burning with rage. Is this bitch threatening my family. I would defend those happy smiles with my life, they didn't deserve any worse than what has already happened to them.
"I see I have gotten your understanding. We work closely sometimes with both of said organizations. It wouldn't be hard for them to look at our records"
"You fucking bitch!" I wanted to kill her. But, I was able to keep my bearings only because of the orphans… my family.
"Like I said before we want you to work for us, not against. Here is the deal. You will come with us. Share any and all information that you can on any SCPs that you know of. You will also start training and will be going to each selected MTF to assist them in whatever mission they have."
"I can`t say no can I?" I felt defeated, what could I even say. GOC would kill the kids, and I don't want to think about what the other group would do. Fuck they sell people.
"No, you can`t. We are not an 'evil' organization. We have saved the world many times, and have made great strides in the benefit of humanity. You can be a part of that, help us."
"I…if…alright but I have conditions if I am to join you"
"It is to be expected. Name them"
"I…I need time to heal the children that became toys."
"We are already aware of that fact. You will continue to 'fix' them, however know that each one of them will be subject to being investigated. We want to ensure that what you are making are humans."
"They are! My next condition is that you don't contain them. I want those kids to have good homes to be in loving families. If you can`t do that, then I don't care what you do or say I will fight back."
"That is doable. In the meantime you will be wearing this." She held up a collar..thing..in her hands and handed it to me.
"What is this?'
"a tracking collar. It will monitor your vitals, and location to us at all times. If you want those conditions to be meet then you will be wearing this. At all times."
"FINE!....I want to know what happens now? With everything..the kids…the companies…all of it..I need to know."
"Sigh..I have said this before. We are not EVIL. We are not doing this to harm you. We will let you continue working with the kids. To bring them back to normal. You must understand that you can not be left alone. You know too much. I can guarantee that your friends will live happy lives. We will ensure that. Playtime will have to change. We will be taking charge of it."
"it is going to take until December to fix them all, and the orphanage…will that be"
"No. The orphanage will continue being made, it will simply come under our custody. We will allow you to stay with your friends until December 31st. Think of it as a way to show our good will."
"Tsk…I have a question. Why make me part of the MTFs? I thought I would be in containment?"
"That was the plan originally, however there has been…talks to use SCPs to contain or assist our task force members. Omega-7 was going to be that, however that changed when our teams reported about you. Tactical, knowledgeable, a 'peer' as some called it. Our leadership decided that if Omega-7 was going to even start it was best to get our task force used to dealing with a…more experienced SCP. You were the answer to that."
"So what…I am a test dummy..guinea pig? "
"If you want to call yourself that. You will be the first official SCP to be part of this. Usually we would assign you a team. However, we figured that this was a better option to utilized all your resources."
"Alright. So what now. I wear this and you guys keep your eyes on me at all times of my life."
"Please place the collar on your neck. Once you are done, our task force will escort you back to Playtime. Be advised that any attempt to leave or otherwise will lead to…unfortunate consequences. Do you understand."
"I get it" I put the collar on and felt like a fucking dog. This bitch had me by the balls, and I couldn't do anything about it. I wanted to be free….to have…I don't know. A normal life or something. Maybe…I don't know.
"Good. Tango, kilo see that our new friend is escorted back to his temporary home." The two men next to her saluted and radioed it in. It only took maybe a few seconds for MTF members to come in. They had their helmets on and with their body armor I couldn't tell if they were male or females. I sat up and said.
"So, you were prepared?"
"We were prepared for possible conflict yes."
Two members lead me to the door, but before I went I turned to her and said.
"You are a fucking bitch. I hope you know that."
She wasn't even bothered by the comment, and simply replied.
"I am been called much worse."
Outside the building parking lot I saw three large black SUVs. The MTF members continued to escort me inside one of the vehicles. It was annoying how close they were to me, I mean for fuck sake they wouldn't let me open the damn door. When I got inside, I felt like I was in a prison transport or something.
There was two armed guards across from my seat, and another one next to me. To my back was a guard covering. The guards were much taller than me. I was maybe 127-130 cm tall. These guys or gals…were like 180cm tall. They were bulky, I didn't know from their muscle or from the armor they were wearing. None of the MTF members showed me their faces.
With no other option I sat down, facing the guards. The door shut, and the vehicle started up. It moved not long after. It was uncomfortable in the vehicle; I decided to break the silence and say.
"SSOO…my name is Max. and You are…" They didn't say anything. Just continued on with what they were doing. Lovely…this is going to be a long car ride back to Playtime. It was indeed a long trip back. They didn't say anything, and I couldn't get comfortable in that fucking shit of a car. It was worse than driving in those Humvee or riding in the back of a seven-ton.
The only minor improvement was the fact that this vehicle had A/C. That was it, it was cramped, smelled like BO, the seats hurt my ass and I couldn't even see outside because the car didn't have windows. Playtime couldn't come sooner.
The door opened, and I was led back into Playtime. The guards didn't leave when I got inside, but instead started to form a perimeter around the area. My only guess was to prevent people from coming in, and to stop me from leaving. The collar around my neck, would help them track me.
Lucky for me they didn't actually come inside the building, but just stayed outside of it. When I got to the main lobby Ashley was there waiting for me. She saw the collar around my neck, and with concern in her voice she said.
"How did it go? Are we okay? Did they do anything to you?"
I didn't want her to worry about anything, not only that but I knew that they would make her forget about me. Once December hit, the Foundation would run some test and after that they would make these kids forget about me. Implant false memories or something…I don't know how they would do it. It…only that matter was I would lose another family. Another life gone.
I smiled and said.
"it is nothing, don't worry about it Ashley. I thought I would try it out. Look seriously Ashley the email was scary looking but it was actually about something else. That organization still doesn't know about me or us. Come on, I am hungry, and pizza sounds good today'