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

Den of Freaks Finale

- 9:35 PM -

Amelia was at her desk working by lamp light as she reviewed the trainees first observations and initial reports. She was responsible for weather these fresh faces would return to study or not dependent on their capability but her work laboured as her mind kept falling back on what Molly brought up.

Amelia: Ugh... Why..... Why even bring it up Molly.... It doesn't concern us anymore...

Amelia took a sip of cold coffee and tried to plow through her paperwork but the curiosity in her head beat like a drum.

Amelia: Just a quick inspection... Then we call it a night... Do away with this absurd notion and move on...

Amelia stood up arching her back from strenuous hours spent seated and made her way to the low-level frozen containment units. She sighed slightly disappointed in herself for letting Molly implant that seed of doubt in her mind so easily.

She stepped out of the elevator to a dimly lit and soundless floor; however, not desolate as two MRF could be seen conversing at the far end of the hall. Amelia paid them little to no mind, dealing with staff who waste foundation time wasn't her concern.

Nor was the containment of SCP remains but she needed closure.

She walked through the misty floor listening to the hum of cold units, this large room was usually desolate and to no one surprise it was only herself marching through the rows of freezers this late at night.

She finally found it, the freezer Molly took her too earlier. She grasped the handle and pulled it open with a slight grunt, to become severely confused and concerned.

Amelia: Wait... Where is it?!

The rack that once held the jar with 8812 severed tendril was no longer there, but the frost that should be on the rack where the jar sat was still missing.

Meaning less then an hour ago the jar was moved only leaving the warning label behind.

Amelia rushed to catalog, a list of recent moves or alterations to freezer storage and the removal of 8812 flesh was NOT listed.

Amelia: But... Why? Who- No record and labels left behind... This wasn't a scheduled removal!

Amelia ran to the MTF in the hallway, none the less aware if the character in the shadows.

Someone who watched her entire interaction just now whilst cradling the jar in their arms like a precious resource.

- - [ Back at the Circus ] - -

Manny has tied Icky's hands behind her back while Y/n stood still while Richard patted him down for weapons.

Icky: You really think everyone here will be okay with just taking over? They'll ask where I am-

Manny: And I'll say the foundation abducted you... Richard the only eye witness~

Richard gave Manny a stained toothy grin of allegiance as he cocked the shotgun and aimed it square, point blank at Y/n head. But Manny's protest stopped the trigger happy fat man.

Manny: No... Not yet Richard... A final word with chum bucket here...

Manny then drove the butt end of the revolver upside Icky head knocking her out with a thud.

Y/n watched blood trickle down Icky's pale skin as Manny approached him with a hop in his step, a giddy stride feeling like he's won the lottery.

Y/N: Was that supposed to impress me?... Intimidate me?... What's the end goal here?...