SCP Terms
Keter-class: SCP refers to an anomaly that is extremely difficult to contain and poses a serious threat to the Foundation and humanity due to its complex nature, active escape attempts, or overwhelming presence
Site-19: is an SCP Foundation facility and currently the largest site in operation
Our journey took us through the hangar bay, and into an elevator. The elevator took us far underground. When we got to our stop, there were concrete plain walls. Some of the walls had SCP-17, and the logo SECURE, CONTAIN, PROTECT on it. I followed my guide as closely as possible. Marking all the details of this place. Which wasn't a lot, this whole placed all seemed the same. The same walls, same doors, hell even two of the hallways looked the same. Guards patrol the hallways two by two. Some of the guards were escorting personnel in orange jumpsuits with name tags that said D-whatever number.
As we passed by them the only ones that looked at me were the D-class. Some of them looked hurt, that I was here and others only muttered under their breath saying.
"Damn, they got them this young too?"
We eventually made our way into a front desk type room. There were two guards standing beyond a counter. Both guards looked like they both stood up in a hurry. One of them was a little fat and had knocked something over on the counter. The other guard looked at him, like he wanted to strangle him to death. The fat guard didn't seem to notice the look on his peers' face and immediately said.
"S-sir! I-I mean Ma`am! How can the processing office help you today."
"I have SCP-8937 here with me. I need him to be fitted with the standard SCP clothing, as well as all of his items contained. After that want him scanned into the system."
"We can do that for you ma`am."
"Good see to it that it gets done. 8937 Please do not cause any problems with the staff members here."
"Will I get my staff back? Or are you guys going to keep that?"
"If there are no hazards or concerns to your items we will return them to you."
"Alright, but just know that there is a scrapbook among my items that means a lot to me. Don't fuck it up."
She didn't say anything to me but instead looked at the two guards and said.
"Did you hear that. Please make sure that this scrapbook isn't damaged."
"Thanks lady. So, what happens now?"
"Now, one of these gentlemen SHOULD have called security personnel."
"Oh I-I-
His partner stepped in and said.
"Sorry about that. He is new to this whole thing. I already have someone coming by. I will make sure all items are undamaged as requested.
"Thanks" I said to the man. Who just nodded at me. It was only a few seconds later that my new name was called.
"SCP-8937?"
"Yup, that's me."
"uh huh…Follow me please."
I followed the guard into the room. There I was instructed to give all my belongings. That included the mask, robes, pouches, and everything else. That had me literally strip down naked, only then did I get my uniform.
The uniform was the same bright orange as the D-class personnel I had seen walking through the hallways. Once that was done, my SCP number was tagged on my arm. Like how a certain country did do the Jewish population. Another tracker was placed on the foot, which meant that I now had two trackers. One around my neck, and another around my foot.
I came out of the room, not looking partially happy with the whole event. I felt like I was in prison but had done nothing wrong. If anything, the Foundation should be treating me like a savior. I could do so much for them, and here I was like a prisoner. Maybe it was just standard procedure or whatever else.
"Happy?" I said sarcastically to the woman, she examined me and once done she nodded saying.
"Yes. We will be doing the medical examination next. After that we will conduct an interview. There you can file any complaint that you might have of the process."
"I will keep that in mind."
We got to the medical wing next. Our little group didn't bother checking in at the front desk. She led me to one of the medical examination rooms. The room looked like a standard doctor`s exam room. With the exam table in the middle, blood pressure machine in the corner, an exam chair, and that drawer with the sink on it. If I didn't know any better I would say that I was at a normal hospital.
I walked into the room, and sat on the exam table. I looked at her and said.
"How long is this going to take? Also can I have your name, I have no clue what or who you are"
"No. Standard Operating Procedures directs that no personnel are to give an SCP who is a known cognitohazard their names. Our medical professionals will be with you as soon as possible. In the meantime stay here, guards will be posted inside and outside this room during the time of your medical examination."
I smiled, and replied.
"You really are a hard ass bitch. Maybe you should loosen up a little. Enjoy life and all that shit right?"
"I will lead you into the interview room when you are done." With that said she went out the door. The door didn't shut as she left as it was held open by two task force members who made their way into the room. They stood on the left and right corner of the room, weapons by their sides.
The room opened as a medical cart was pushed inside the room. The one pushing the cart was a nurse, and right beyond her were three medical doctors. I didn't know if they were doctors, I could only assume.
Seeing a whole group of people in this room I couldn't help but ask.
"So..who the hell are you guys? I thought this was going to be quick?"
The older doctor of the group answered my question.
"Shouldn't take too long. I will be asking you questions while my junior assistants get samples from you. That will be fine, correct?"
As he was speaking to me the two assistants were sitting up their equipment. It included the stuff needed for a blood draw, with a lot of tubes. There was also a few cups as well.
"Right…."
"First question are you afraid of needles."
"No"
"Good, second question do you identify as human or humanoid?"
"Human?"
"Do these black veins and skin tone cause any medical difficulties for you. Do you need any medical equipment to help with living?"
"No."
The doctor kept asking me questions as the assistant kept taking my blood. After the tenth tube of blood was taken, I said.
"Jesus fuck. Did you take enough of my blood. God damn what else do you need my fucking arm?"
"If that can be provided."
"NO! I can't re-grow an arm. Fuck man what is wrong with you."
"Last thing we need is tissue sample, saliva, and a tiny sample of both your urine and feces."
"You want my poop? And pee?"
"Correct"
"Why?"
"For a full medical examination."
I thought about it, and realized that I haven`t peed or pooped in…well since I got my worms. Hell, I forgot what that even felt like.
"I don't think I can give you the urine and poop samples."
He looked up at me and said.
"Is there a reason why?"
"Yeah, I don't…hmm…well…I haven`t gone to the bathroom in like a year, I think. I just don't need to anymore."
"I see"
He didn't say anything more after that. I had them take a small tissue sample, and I got to spit in a cup. Lucky me. With all that said and done, I was able to walk out of the room. I felt like my life was out in the open. He kept asking questions about how I compared to a human. Did I sleep, did I eat, did I need this or that. Just a lot of fucking questions. The woman was waiting for me, and we made our way to the final place. The interview room.
The interview room had a single table in the middle of it. The walls were that plain white color, and there was a glass window facing the table. It looked more like an interrogation room than anything else.
"SCP-8937 please be seated. The staff assisted to interview you will be here shortly." With that she left. On the other side of the room a door opened up. Out came Selene, who seemed happy about being here. The other was an was an older middle eastern looking man. He had a full beard with some grey hairs in it, he also wear glasses. The way he walked into the room, it seemed he was having a piss poor day.
They both sat down and immediately the gentleman started talking.
--------------THIRD POV---------------------------------------------
Mr.Havelock; Begin audio, and visual logs. My name is Dr.Havelock, I will be conducting the interview of SCP-8937. Along with my fellow peer Dr. Selene. Whom for the records has had interact with SCP-8937 before this. Please see record incident SCP-8937-1-A for reference.
SCP-8937: Geez, you guys have to say that every time?
Dr. Selene Yes, it is standard.
SCP-8937: Got it.
Mr.Havelock: SCP-8937 can you tell us about the location we discovered you at?
SCP-8937: (SCP-8937 crosses his arms and wiggles finger) ah ah ah not so fast. I want a contract. Not a verbal agreement, but a written contract regarding the benefits of playing nicely with you all.
Mr.Havelock: We will have that after-
SCP-8937: No, now or no dice. I ain`t stupid. You guys will take what you want from me, and do some psychological shit to make me forget about my friends. Not happening. Either you get that contract started right now, or I walk.
Dr. Selene: You are saying you can leave?
SCP-8937: [SCP-8937 leans back in chair. A black shadow tentacle emerges and hands SCP-8937 what looks to be a smoking pipe.]
Mr.Havelock: 8937! Stop whatever-
SCP-8937: Relax, it is literally a normal pipe. [SCP-8937 uses his finger to light the pipe. SCP-8937 takes in a deep inhale from the pipe and exhales]. I can leave anytime I want, but I don't. Why, because you guys promised me that you would help keep my friends safe. That you would give them a good home, proper care, and help them forget about Playtime. I am sure those O-5 want to know, what I know about SCP-001? Yeah? Or maybe they are curious about what SCP-682 is, why it hates humans. Or what about SCP-999. Or that being that calls itself God. I know a lot of things, can help in a lot of ways. All I ask is for a small contract. Nothing too serious.
Mr.Havelock: [Glances at Dr. Selene, both look at the observation window. After several seconds, Havelock turns back]
Intercom: Give it, that damn contract.
SCP-8937: Oh, one more thing. I want an O-5 signature on it. I will also be looking through it. To make sure all is fair.
--------- Interview terminated until a contract is drafted and agreed upon by SCP-8937. Requesting permission to move threat level to Keter and transfer containment to Site-19. -------------------------------------------------------------------