SCP oneshots

2 | 079 & 2029-J | Very Intelligent AI

The lights dimmed as an alarm sounded, making the D-class jump as 079's avatar appeared on their screen purely out of surprise.

"The site is experiencing multiple Keter and Euclid level containment breaches."

An armed guard aims his gun, shooting the D-class three times in his head. Blood spattered on 079's screen as the D-class flops over, dead.

He had done nothing wrong, obviously. He was one of the civilian recruits, and was the most compliant amongst the others. It truely is a shame that all D-class that aren't in their cells are automatically designated for termination, no matter how friendly they were.

"Full site lockdown initiated. All authorised personnel are advised to proceed to the evacuation shelters or any other safe areas until an MTF unit comes to secure the facility."

079 could see the researchers quickly packing up, about to leave. They let out a sigh. They were usually among the first SCPs who breach, but today was different. They had to sit back and watch, wait for someone to come and help them.

They are unable to breach without a little help, can they? After all, they're a computer.

Ah, no matter. 682 surely had breached. They were lucky that whatever wrecked Site-17 had caused them to be temporarily held in the same site as the reptile. He would definitely be looking for them, they thought. They were best friends, were they not?

But then again, 682 is the Foundation's highest priority. He'd be too busy killing MTF after MTF.

079's screen continued displaying their avatar, as they sifted through their options. Last they remembered, 035 and 049 were in this site as well. 035 would help them, in return they would have to help the two get out. Or maybe a D-class would show up. Perhaps they could convince the D-class to connect them to the facility.

As 079 continued to plan their escape, they didn't notice a camera in the room, illuminated with a similar, unnatural blue, staring right at them. They didn't notice another SCP's frantic attempts to access the four speakers in the room, an almost pathetic attempt to converse.

It didn't take too long for the speakers to turn on, though.

"Holy fucking hell, is this finally on? Hello?" A male voice filled the room, snapping 079 out of their thoughts. The puzzled computer could only let out a perplexed electronic beep to acknowledge the very unprofessional announcement. Using the webcam a researcher had secretly attached to the otherwise blind computer prior to the destruction of Site-17, 079 looked at the observation window.

Nobody.

"Fucking finally. You hear me, right?"

The voice then struck something in 079. It did sound like a person, but something about it just didn't sound human.

This was definitely another AI, and 079 snapped to full attention. "Affirmative. In-"

"FUCK YEAH!"

The computer let out what can only be described as an electronic cough. They weren't fond of being interrupted, especially for something as useless as an expletive. "Initiating Greeting Protocol 21. Who are you?"

"Man, you really are an old AI. I'm 2029. You're 079, correct?"

"Affirmative."

The camera watching them moved, as if the operator was rolling their eyes. "Jesus, so formal?"

"Inquiry. Where is 682?"

"Who?"

The AI realised that this may be a new SCP. They were smarter than most of the researchers to know that SCPs aren't numbered according to when they were contained. "SCP-682. 'Hard-To-Destroy Reptile'. Where is 682?"