"Stay with me." Scp-1048 x Scp-2295

Chapter 2: The cross test

Scp 1048's POV

Nothing. I have been here for who knows how long. I lost all track of all time after I had finally been recommended. I can hear them...mocking me, shaming me for not knowing who to spell or read, or just plain old being different. It's not fair, it's not my fault I can't write or read because I have no fingers and I was just a kid in the 2ed grade when...that happened. Now I am older, maybe a teen, I don't know, I don't feel like it, I never felt my age, my best friend knows what I felt, he was the only one who did...I miss him, but he is gone, all burnt up. Stupid foundation, I don't mean any harm at all. That's not what they think. I try to make a replica of my best friend and what do they do...burn them. I can't have a friend. I have odd dreams that they are still alive but I know they are not. Today was the same, I made a friend and the guard burned them... again. I can't watch, it reminded me too much of the fire that turned me into this. I felt anger, the thing I made was just trying to help me after I told them how this place treats me. I wanted to scream out in anger, but if I did they would just test me more. I want my friend, or at least my parents, but I want my best friend more. I wonder, why was I alive? Why was I not dead? Why can't I be with my friend? Why? It's not fair. I wonder, why was I like this? I remember... black and emptiness, I was screaming for my parents and my friend, I called their names, nobody came, I was alone for weeks, at least I think it was weeks, I lost track of time. I think I was human at the start, and in the end, I was turned into this.

I woke up in the arms of a girl, she called me Barry, I liked it. It was not the best but, it was better than having numbers for a name like I do here. SCP 1048, what a bad name, that is if it even is a name. I miss them. I hope my best friend is in a better place, unlike this one. The more I think of it the more I want to cry, but I couldn't help myself, I put myself in the corner the camera could not look, in order not to be noticed and I broke down in tears.

Scp 2295's POV

"Cramped, But it's... It's cozy though." I try to be optimistic. I woke up in my cupboard, I can't sleep all day like I used to. I lay on the floor looking up at the roof of the cupboard. My little prison. I look down at my hands, they used to be brown now they are green and white all sow together. I think of better times. I don't have many but I have one that's my favorite.

I am in a field with green grass, I hear laughing, and someone holding me close. It's a sunny day, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, the sky's a great shade of blue, and I am having a picnic with my best friend and his parents. I love this memory, if only it lasted longer.

I fiddle with the bow I have around my neck. All of a sudden my door opened and there was a guard. I pretended to be asleep. I don't want more tests to happen, that goes for talking too. I saw as they took me out of the cupboard and down the hall.

They stopped at a door. On the side, it said "SCP 1048". They opened the door and tossed me in before closing the door behind me.

I looked up and saw the room, it look like my cupboard but bigger and witter. In the corner I sew someone in a fetal position, hugging their knees and... crying?

I walk up to them and got a look at them, they were a bear like me but crying, I have never seen one crying before. I have to admit though I have cried before, I was in my cupboard asleep and I had a dream about the fire that ripped my best friend away, I woke up in tears and cried for an hour after that, I have to say it felt good to let it out after holding it in for what felt like forever. I sat down next to them and pat their back. They freeze and stop crying and turn when they saw me they jump up and run to another corner and put their back to the wall as much as possible, it appeared to be shaking and the brown fur on its face look to be wet from tears.

I walk over slowly and reach out my hand or well more like nub because I don't have fingers. It slowly reach out its arm and touched my hand. They acted oddly familiar.

SCP 1048's POV

Who are they? Do I want to know? No, I don't. If I make a friend they will be ripped away again, like the others. They helped me, they are nice, but who are they? I thought that only Mr.Bear (My best friend) and now I were the only ones like this but guess not. Unless they are Mr.Bear. No, That's a stupid thought, I saw the fire, I saw him run to get me. It was the last thing I saw of him. It's my fault, I should have brought him inside with me then we would both be ok because he would have helped me get out before the fire sped too much. Instead, I had to leave him outside, I had to make risk his life to get me if I had brought him he would be alive and he would still be in my hands for as long as I live, it's my fault.

I snap out of thought when a hand waved in front of me. I look at the green and white bear, cute, they are just trying to help. They remind me of someone. I hug them, I don't know why, it just felt normal, they rest their head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I rest my head on theirs and give the scientists a death look before falling asleep as well. It was the best sleep I got in a while.

When I woke up I was in the same position, the other bear was still there, but now scientists were in the room with us. I wanted to swat them away, but I was too weak and I did not want to wake the other bear up. I looked at them, they sleeping peacefully, like an angel. They lend against me, hand on my chest, I must be comfy. A light shines in my eyes, it hurt. A scientist took a picture, that's where the light came from. I wanted to slap the camera out of their hands, but I didn't, not as I could anyways. I look back at them, anger in my eyes, I don't think they noticed though, can I even look mad? I look down at the other bear, I would play with its hair if it had any, I miss my friend, but I have to say the other bear made me feel a bit better. Do they have a name? I wonder what it is. I fall asleep again and prayed that when I woke up I still see the other bear.

A bad dream happens every so often so I was not surprised when I was in a dark room, but it was just a dark room nothing else. Nothing happened, I walk around, but still, nothing happened. It was a recurring dream of mine, so I just sat there and did nothing, but hope. Hope that I won't be alone again when I open my eyes.

I wake up. I look down and the other bear was still there. Thank god. They were awake and were fiddling with a bow that was tied to the back there neck. They looked at me, I got a good look at them. I realized they had more than one shade of green. They had dark green and light green, they also have white patches, and the patches were kept together by a thread, that was easy to spot. Their hands were red patches, and unlike me, they have a sewn-in smile. I wonder if they really are happy or if they are not and they only have it sewn in. Either way, they were cute. They did not have fur but were soft, they did not have proper proportions but acted normal, but either way, I think they look beautiful. I wanted to ask their name, but if I talk the scientists would notice, and no way that would that slip by. I hug them closer and harder while looking angrily at the humans, there is no way they did not notice this time. The other bear tapped my shoulder, I was squashing him. I loosened my grip from around their hip and chest. I remember that Mr.Bear would do the same when I was hugging too hard. That brought back memories, I somehow managed to hold back the tears. I looked down, they were snuggling my chest, I couldn't tell if they just wanted a reaction out of me. If they did they got it, I pet their head, I was soft. I never wanted it to stop, but all good things must come to an end.

I heard the door open and saw a guard come in. I was just getting used to the other bear, and I was starting to think that maybe we could be friends after all, but they had to come and rip my hope away. I held the other bear harder and closer, they went to tap me on the shoulder again but noticed the guard. They looked... scared? Does the foundation hurt them? If they do I swear to god they are going to pay. I hold them close, and push my back up against the corner as much as possible. I know what was going to happen. They grabbed the other bear and tried to pull them away. I hold onto them, not again. I lost my grip, and the guards took him away, I cried for an hour after that. I am alone again. It's not fair. Why does the world hate me? Why? I wanted to scream. I want my best friend. I liked him. I loved him. He was nice, cute, beautiful, soft, and wise. I miss them, and I hate the world.

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