Love Beyond Containment (Dr.Buck x Male SCP reader)

SCP-496

Dir. Jones: Your telling me that we have a... Claustrophobic SCP?

Amelia: Indeed albeit minor right now it will grow into a full phobia if left unresolved.

Amelia stood in front of Director Jones' desk where various pictures, test results, and notes on Y/n were laid out for review.

Dir. Jones: And the rash?

Amelia: Nothing anomalous. 8812 came from a heavy-rain, water locked, moist environment his body was constantly damp and now he barely has a shower...

Dir. Jones: I see... And your notes imply his reluctancy and minor hostile antics are due to stress and pain?

Amelia: Allow me to put it like this... We took a free-roaming aquatic lifeform and contained in a limited and electrified concrete dungeon...

There was a pause as the words entered into Directors Jones head.

Dir. Jones: The ethics community is going to have my ass for this one im sure... But I get what your saying Amelia, we need to make some changes here... But I must say im surprised at you.

Amelia: What do you mean?

Dir. Jones: Usually your much more distanced to your subjects, but in this case your fighting for the best of Y/n. Why is he so special?

Amelia: Director Jones please do not mistake my concern for kindness, yes their are health concerns but more importantly we have the embodiment of insanity and anarchy... My priority is to keep 8812 in a neutral, calm, and compliant state as to prevent another 682 from emerging into our world... And that proves difficult when someone made an attempt on his life!

Dir. Jones: Ah yes... About that... We seem to have no evidence still...

Amelia: What?!

Dir. Jones: When we reviewed the footage we found out the discharge from the containment cell blew 5 fuses on the upper floors... 3 of which supplied power to 3 floors of security cameras...

Amelia: Are you telling me... We have no footage or a face to claim for this?

Dir. Jones: Sadly yes, but we did find the remains of the uniform-

Amelia: Remains?

Dir. Jones: We found the uniform in a bucket... In the janitor closet... On fire...

Amelia: ....

Dir. Jones: ....

Amelia: So we have nothing but ashes?

Dir. Jones: I understand your anger Amelia, this is something that never should have happened and I want who did this found... But we have no leads... The only way now is by SCP related artifacts to search the culprit out...

Amelia: And those require 05 approval and that will take at least a week at the soonest...

Dir. Jones: Yes... Well that is no longer the topic of discussion, right now we have a larger concern... How will you transport 8812 for this new test of yours...

Amelia already knew what the necessary answer was but it was Y/n who would make it difficult.

- - - [ At 8812 Containment ] - - -

Y/N: You want me to what?!

Y/n was looking at a fridge sized rectangular box with four holes on each side, two knee high and two head high. It lined up flush with his cell door, now only able to leave the room if he gets in the coffin-like container while Amelia tries to negotiate him into it.