Retrograde Motion [SCP X Reader]

Chapter 6: Gate A

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You didn't go right next time.

Learning from your mistakes was how you'd survive, you figured. That or an infinite death loop. From what you had seen from your... anomaly, logically, it was possible for you to be trapped in a time loop, forever entrapped in the grasps of death yet never fully enclosed. There were some situations where it would be possible for it to happen like in a fight you couldn't escape. You just hoped it wouldn't come to that.

You continued on your way, opening door after door. In the corner of a room, you found-

You blinked. What were you doing? You glanced left, then right. This wasn't the room you were just in. Racking through your memories, you tried to think. You had been going through the rooms as usual and then... nothing. Whatever transpired had left your mind. There was something, you knew it wasn't round. Round... Not round...

"Huh..." you hummed, stopping for a moment to actually take in the room you were in.

The walls looked the same as the rest of Heavy Containment, a door behind and in front of you, oh wait. Your eyes focussed on the poster beside the door in front of you. It was red with the words "SCP-055" and "Object Class: Keter" below it. There was a symbol with "Anti-Memetic" and a large question mark beside it. Oh. That explained a lot actually.

SCP 055, an anti-memetic SCP. If you were outside this room and didn't remember the last few minutes then presumably, you had contained 055, somehow. Whatever you had done, you didn't remember it. Well, there was no use going back into that room, you wouldn't remember what happened when you came back out anyways, that was if you came out at all. Such was the nature of this particular SCP after all.

Leaving the room, you tucked the experience into the corner of your mind. Anti-memetics tended to be strange. You might as well just continue onward to your original goal, getting to the checkpoint. Sooner than later, you arrived.

The checkpoint looked the same as ever, unsurprisingly. Some things never changed you supposed though architecture didn't usually change on a whim. Usually. You felt as though your standard of "normal" had been vastly altered in your time at the foundation site. Then again, normal people don't die and live again. Normal people don't experience time loops. Normal people don't get dropped into a fictional universe.

You paused in your steps.

"You guys don't have to stick around you know," you said to the 408s. "I'm probably... I know I'm not making it out."

You stared up at the bland white ceiling and closed your eyes. A bad idea, certainly, but you were always a fool. 408 could spell but there weren't enough butterflies here to spell out words. You were pretty sure Kondraki taught them how to spell sometime in the past. You reopened your eyes as something tickled your nose. A butterfly had landed on your nose and seemed to be intently staring at you. Wrinkling your nose, stared right back, or tried to. You went crossed-eyed.

"Well, if you're insistent on staying..." A smile graced your face. "I'm glad to have you guys along."

The electrical centre was exactly where it was last time, unsurprisingly. As you slid the keycard and the door opened up, you wondered if the foundation was going to change the layout of the site anytime soon after the breach. They would probably have to move out some of the SCPs contained in the site before construction or a lot but it would probably be better in the long run. Why was Site-19 such a disaster? Too many dangerous SCPs contained in one place, terrible layout of the site, who was the manager here?