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Same Old

"This is an interview log with D-6709, otherwise known as (Y/n) (L/n) on the events of the breach dating XX/XX/XX"
"Subject was found in a restless state while leant against the wall outside of Scp-[REDACTED]'s containment. Subject was accompanied by both specimens Scp 131-A and Scp-131-B."

"(Y/n) (l/n), you are to comply with the foundation and answer all questions that we ask,"
You sat silently as your eyes drearily scanned the grey walls.
"Any resistance will be met with termination. Do you understand the conditions?"
Head turning towards the scientist, your hand rested against the cold, metallic sensation of the table as you leaned forward-squinting your eyes at their name tag.

"Yeah, yeah I know," you leaned back in your chair as you couldn't help the bitterness that laced your words-arms crossing over your chest, "Ask away Dr. Glass."
The scientist in front of you had revealed a thin stack of papers moments after-his glasses glinting in the light as piercing, icey blue eyes stared at you with no identifiable emotion. Then with a calm smile, he sat up intently yet slowly-his champagne hair gently swaying as he read through the first sheet before facing you.
"Between you and me, I've already been forced to read the questions thousands of times by now," the scientist opposite you laughed casually which made you flinch slightly at such a foreign emotion as of late, "I'll just get to the interesting ones." He was obviously more casual compared to literally everyone else in the foundation-it actually felt like you were talking to a human being-Lisa being the only other time.
Wonder if she got out? You hoped so.

"When we examined our security footage we found that you made quite the impression on Scp 035 and Scp 049. Which is an almost impossible feat mind you! However, we did notice that you were first met with aggression by the entities," Dr Glass set the papers down with a soft 'thump!' Straightening up intently, "Your..companion-Lisa Crest-or as we know as D-9340, seemingly was the one to sate the anomalies. Tell me, what exactly was said during the confrontation?" You forced the cold dread that gripped you at that moment to the back of your mind.

You sucked in a longing breath and took subtle pointed gazes behind the scientist to find large windows with a few shadowed figures seemingly spectating the interrogation-no doubt more staff ready to catch you out. Those fuckers.

Your shoulders slumped as a burning sensation settled on your head, your hand coming up to massage the pain away as it felt as if your brain was overheating-and with creased brows-you caved.
"Lisa..made a deal with them, that we would..help each other get out?" Voice raising, you avoided eye contact and chose to study the table's surface (eventually coming to brush your hand against the rough texture absentmindedly) which did not go unnoticed by Dr Glass.
"God- just-" Body slouching, you wished you could just disappear from the prying eyes surrounding you, "Look-it's not like we had a choice-it was either we would die immediately or have..like some chance of escaping."

"Thank you for being honest (Y/n), I know after everything you've gone through this is the last thing you need, but if you keep complying then we can end this quickly." Glass cleared his throat before continuing.
"Now let's talk about what happened with your encounter with Scp-106 hm?" A pained wince tore across your face upon realising there was more to come.
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Your eyelids dipped as you forced yourself to look down on the ground-watching your footsteps with bleary eyes. It was better than looking at the guards-with every so often having their guns pointed at your back (it felt so cold compared to the blood that pumped around body faster each time they butted you to hurry up) and it was certainly better than making agonising, awkward eye contact with Dr.Glass-who insisted on walking you back to your cell. By god you never wanted to see that small, soft, pitying smile he flashed you whenever your eyes met again. There was something about him that just..really ticked you off.

"Well, this is your cell."
As if it hadn't just been announced the guard behind you quite literally pushed you into your cell-unknowing of the chastising look that clashed against the guard from the scientist himself.
You eyed the guns wearily.
"It'll do good to get some rest when you're not out of your cell," Dr Glass smiled once more-a smaller and warmer kind that reminded you of the compassion you were beginning to grow annoyingly desperate for, "rest well, (Y/n)."

Once the door slammed shut and the room was cloaked in a dimmed darkness-you let all the stress of the day knock you down-laying on the bed that pressed against your back in all the wrong areas. ..Did you care though? No.
Not really.
You were just..worried. Worried for Lisa, worried for yourself.

Though you didn't feel at ease, sleep enveloped you far too quickly.
...
Your slumber was disturbed long after, the whir of the door sliding open causing your eyes to partially open as you squinted against the vigorous lights that cascaded your uncomfortable cell.
The silhouette at your door straightened-and although half asleep-you registered how they came closer.

Despite your desperate attempts to stay awake you fell asleep once more. Left to question who your night visitor was in the morning.