Retrograde Motion [SCP X Reader]

Chapter 13: Transfer

h*ndholding

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|| "Doctor, are you projecting?" ||

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You were sitting in a dark truck, handcuffs around your wrists and surrounded by labelled boxes.

How did you end up here? Well, the answer was quite simple. Two hours earlier, Smith had knocked on your window and told you to pack your things because you were getting transferred to a different Site. You had asked if they would bring along your books and they agreed. And so, your limited number of clothes and books were packed into separate boxes.

Only a few boxes on the truck contained things that belonged to you. The rest were safe anomalies packaged away for the transfer as well. They didn't put any other humanoid SCPs with you. You weren't particularly upset at it but the ride to the Site was rather boring. Your social life was at an all-time low.

You had gotten handcuffs, presumably because they didn't want chances of you escaping. Jokes on them, you knew how to get out of handcuffs but you'd play nice for now.

You sighed and leaned against a box. You didn't know which Site they were transferring you to. If you were to guess, it would probably be Site-17 on the basis of it being the next most popular Site and because of your bad luck. Maybe the Site's layout would be better. You yawned as the truck went over a bump.

How many of the senior staff were alive? If you were going to Site-17, then Kondraki would be there if he was alive and probably a bunch of other people would be there too. You absentmindedly tugged on your handcuffs. The lack of official canon within the SCP universe made things so much more complicated than they needed to be.

'Though', you mentally added, 'the lack of canon is part of the wiki's popularity.'

Things only had to be true if you wanted it to be after all. Ah. When you put it that way, it just made it seem like you were in denial. Maybe you were relapsing back into grief, maybe you weren't. Speculating about possibly canon events was useless anyways. Your eyes fluttered closed as the uneven terrain caused the truck to jostle.

It was going to be a long ride.

X.x.X

You had long since awakened when the back of the truck opened up, allowing light to enter.

"'Sup," you greeted as your eyes adjusted to the light.

"[----]," a doctor replied, "Welcome to Site-17."

Ah, you called it. Unlucky, unlucky. As some other researchers began to pick up the boxes that contained SCPs, the doctor beckoned you to exit the truck. You got up from your seat, manoeuvring around the boxes so you could hop down from the truck. You let out a quiet "huh" as you looked at your surroundings.

Site-17 was giant. The room you had arrived in had high ceilings with various stairs and doors all around. People were bustling around with boxes in their arms. There were several other trucks around as well. Site-17 was much different from Site-19 it seemed. You had no clue why the layout of Site-19 was so f*cked though.

(You did actually, you were just exaggerating how bad Site-19 was.)

The doctors seemed content to let you glance around a little as one of them motioned for guards to come over. Armed escorts? For you? You were almost flattered. You fiddled with the chain of the handcuffs as one of the doctors gestured for you to follow. You wondered if they would let you take off your handcuffs.