Lawrence was sitting in the break room staring at the plasma tube as it hummed. Deep in thought he asked himself a few questions until he heard the door open and Duncan walked in letting out a sigh of grief as he took a seat a table or so away from Lawrence.
Lawrence: How you holdin' up Worth?
Duncan: .............
Lawrence: Look man you don't gotta answer but I thought I'd at least ask-
Duncan: No! No... I appreciate it, its just... I don't know how to answer...
Lawrence: Oh... I see...
Duncan: I just got back from visiting my team in the infirmary...
Lawrence: Any news?
Duncan: Nothing good... My boys have been in a coma for over a month now... And now... The doctors are giving up any treatments and now there saying we just have to wait it out...
Lawrence: Damn... Im sorry... What are you going to do in the meantime?
Duncan: I've... Applied... for stationary work here at the site...
Lawrence: Really?
Duncan: I owe it to my team to make sure 8812 doesn't escape... Best place to do that is at the first defensive line...
Lawrence: I guess so but I never took you as the type to pass off a position in Epsilon-
Duncan: Those times are over.
Lawrence: ... I didn't mean-
Duncan: Look Lawrence, I get that some people say im strict or maybe obsessed but I can choose my own path in life especially for my own health...
Lawrence: Of course... I was just worried...
Duncan: ... Thanks Lawrence...
Lawrence: No problem Duncan... Hey, I'm overseeing the guard exchange tonight so im around longer then usual... Feel free to hit me up if somethings bothering you...
Lawrence stands up to pour himself a cup of coffee just outside the range to hear Duncan's final input.
Duncan: It's not me who should be worried though...
Lawrence: Huh... Did you say something?
Just then a loud crackling rang out over the PA system making Lawrence flinch and drop his mug breaking on the floor.
Lawrence: Dammit... Just what the hell is that static?.... Duncan?...
Lawrence turned to find himself alone in the break room.
- - - [ Meanwhile w/ Amelia ] - - -
The same static reached down to Amelia and Y/n not long after their conversation initially ended.
Amelia: What now?! Ugh... 88- Y/ - hmm... I'll be right back...
Amelia stopped noticing Y/n jist listening intently.
Amelia only saw it as him working through his frustration and inner demons so she left him alone as she sought out the source of the radio interference.
- - - [ Meanwhile w/ Dir. Jones ] - - -
In the midst of his video conference with 05 Director Jones was updating them on the recent astral projecting and possession incident classified as ( 8812 - β 01 ).
YOU ARE READING
Love Beyond Containment (Dr.Buck x Male SCP reader)
Romance- 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...
