- Heads up this will be a more romance heavy story compared to my more 'sexually driven' stories lol -
You are SCP-8812 -aka- Cthulian Child or The Heir to Madness
Over a decade ago a ritual was preformed, twelve men and the hostess called up the p...
The elevator door opened, Lawrence and Dr. Buck were greeted by Director Jones who have his usual political facade, a painted on smile radiating impatience.
No one one got a chance to speak because the moment the tubes in the light above them pop dropping all three of them in darkness.
Dir. Jones: Goddammit! Again with this...
Lawrence: Oh boy...
Amelia Buck: What is it?
Lawrence: Well its looks like 8812 and electrical currents don't get along
Down the hall another loud pop is heard then the sound of someone tripping and the sound of liquid hitting the floor.
Researcher: Does anyone have some paper towel... Or maybe some aloe... Ow...
Then the elevator doors open again creating a small light source, the Janitor steps out holding a box if tube lights and a step ladder.
Janitor: Ho boy... Glad I brought spares this time...
Lawrence turns on a light on the end of his rifle and acts like the guide through the semi-dark, as to the fact not all bulbs gad burst leaving unequally sized swaths of black they had to walk through until they reached then end of the long silent and depressing hallway.
Dir. Jones: Here we are... Containment cell 8812...
The door had the SCP logo above the numbers like any other door, Dr. Buck turned around feeling eyes on her neck but when she did their was only the Janitor at the other end of the hall focused on the lights nearly 35ft away.
For the first time, Dr. Buck found herself unnerved before even seeing the SCP in person.
Dir. Jones: Ah yes... One more thing Dr. Buck... You've read about the kraken tattoo on his back yes?
Amelia Buck: Yes?
Dir. Jones: Don't look directly at it.
With that Director Jones unlocked the door with a beep letting the door slide open, their eyes adjust as the lights in the observation room were still functioning; however, the room to 8812 was black no lights
Director Jones and Lawrence let Dr. Buck in first, she approached the desk and observation window looking into the dark room.
Thr room itself isn't large, a standard metal foundation desk enough for two sit at. On it was a microphone and a three-part dial marked "Amps", beside the door was another door marked "Thaumiel" that lead into SCP-8812 cell.
Dr. Buck sat her files and research items on the desk when a loud vicious thump struck the glass in front of her, looking up she saw black sclera with sinister green eyes staring back at her.
She gasped and jumped back, Lawrence caught her as Director Jones marched up to the microphone and dial and yelled at Y/n who came into light as the lights flickered on.
Dir. Jones: 8812 STEP BACK!
Y/N: Not much of a joking mood are we director?
Dir. Jones: Not with you 8812, now take your greasy squid hands off the glass...
Y/N: There not greasy...
Y/n tried to nonchalantly look at his hand, it was at this time Dr. Buck noticed in his cell he had multiple painted runes on the roof now visible with the lights on.
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