Retrograde Motion [SCP X Reader]

Chapter 20: Fickle Acts

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|| What were a couple of thousand disposable ones to save the billions of other ones? ||

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You had heard the phrase "the opposite of love is not hatred but indifference" many times but you still wondered what it meant to feel like love was hate. There was annoyance, there was dislike, there was disdain, but never really "hate" that you felt. It would be easy to hate the situations you had been placed into but there was never enough time to do so.

To hate something, you would have to learn how to love first. You would need to know how to love something so much you hated it, hate something so much you loved it. You were never good at those types of things but a part of you wondered if you really hated the Foundation or if it was actually just indifference.

You weren't sure you would ever learn.

X.x.X

Finally, you were out of the pocket dimension.

You imagined that if you were any slower this time around, you may have been unable to walk with your injured ankle at all. That didn't mean you got out in any state that was suitable for surviving the rest of the breach though. It would be best for you to get a medkit or something to at least wrap your ankle or maybe a painkiller. Man, the pocket dimension couldn't have dropped you off at a storage room or something? Anywhere with things you could pick up and use? Seemed you would be starting here with nothing but the clothes on your back and the stolen keycard that still remained in your pocket.

The place you were spat out to was the corridor right after the checkpoint between Light and Heavy Containment. Judging by the design of the hall, you were definitely on the Heavy Containment side. The lights were still bright, far brighter than your previous experience with a containment breach. It seemed as though the facility wasn't too battered up... yet.

You mourned the loss of your S-Nav as you walked deeper into Heavy Containment Zone. You didn't exactly have a destination in mind but there was a place you wanted to check, assuming what you wanted to be there would be there. Then again, if all was right, you wouldn't be able to get in there with only a level 4 keycard. You checked your watch. It had been 5 minutes since the breach started. It felt so much longer when you were trapped in the pocket dimension.

You passed through a couple of halls, all completely empty at this point, and skipped past a few containment chambers before finally finding the one you were looking for. You pressed the button beside the nondescript door. 035's poster was plastered on the outside beside the door that lead to the control panel. Suspiciously, the door was already open... Well, you wouldn't have put it past 035 to have already somehow managed to convince someone to let him out. Similarly to his containment chamber at Site-19, this one also had sterile white walls.

White like snow. Clean. White and pure. Bleached clean until nothing can survive without being snuffed out, without being tamed. It was not rotten decay but it stifled you all the same. Maybe it would be better to be buried in the dirt and mould than to be virtuous and cleansed in the unnatural fluorescent lights.

You walked into the room with the control panel anyways. It was eerily reminiscent of the first time you met 035. With the exception of the table next to the control panel, the room was empty. You stepped in view of the window to check the back of the room. To your relief, there was indeed a door that should lead to a storage room once a code was entered.