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

SCP-990

Amelia and Y/n lock eyes through the observation window, the silence between the group of researchers is broken when Y/n sighs.

Y/N: You have the impeccable skill of pushing buttons Doctor... Look I appreciate the swim but if you have other questions can you get them over with already...

Amelia: Uh right-

Dir. Jones: No. The interview is over... I apologize for pushing you so far 8812... Let us call it a day...

Amelia: But Director-

Dir. Jones: Enough!... We shouldn't overwork ourselves after all the events recently...

Molly: Yes Director.

Amelia: Understood.

The group leave the observation room as Y/n sits in the water talking to himself about something the others couldn't hear.

Y/N: Not some fucking side show... Waste of time...

Outside the room Dir. Jones stops Amelia outside giving me a burning glare and speaking tone that would make anyone wither a little inside.

Dir. Jones: Are you insane Amelia?!

Amelia: Pardon?

Dir. Jones: Instigating a fight with a SCP we know nothing about? It. Is. Far to soon to be investigating highly emotional triggers!

Amelia: Director I had no idea how'd he respond-

Dir. Jones: Read his body language Amelia, the moment you brought up the G.O.C and this Ezekiel character 8812 became hesitant and guarded and avoid as much eye contact as possible! Look I don't care if he's claustrophobic or depressed, I wouldn't care if he summoned candy to rain from the heavens but your timing is awful... He is nowhere near ready to open up about his life but you JUST HAD to persist... Id rather learn of his new abilities over the span of a year rather then finding out he can control minds or make you go blind when he's enraged at us... Wouldn't you agree?

Amelia: I, well... Yes I see your point... I'll... Reevaluate my questioning sir...

Dir. Jones: I'd hope so, now let us put some distance between us and 8812. The last thing I need is two of my most reliable researchers going crazy...

Amelia nods, she turns and walks away stiffly feeling defeated.

Molly: Director Jones...

Dir. Jones: What is it Dr. Collingwood?

Molly: Let me go talk to 8812... Im fine but 8812 needs someone he can trust, I mean 'Run and Hide' is all he knows and right now he can't do either...

Dir. Jones: Well... I see what your trying to say but we are limited on safety perimeters right and you really think he'll want to talk now?... Fine, I'll you give you 15 minutes...

Molly: Thank you Director.

Molly returned to the observation chamber passing by the guards on patrol to the window into the watery depths. She passes by Duncan who stares into the murky replicated sea water with a malice anger painted across his face Molly fails to notice as she passes.

She arrived at the Observation chamber and looks around to see Y/n sitting on the floor staring at the statues.

Molly: 8812?

No reply.

Molly: ... 8812?...

Y/n sits there stoically, a blankness in his eyes.