SCP 1471 [A one of a kind friend.]

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I don't remember anything about the trip, so apparently I had been drugged again.
I would have liked to tell them something, but i felt that if I opened my mouth I would puke.

Half conscious, I walked through the labyrintic corridors of the foundation behind by two scientists wearing white lab coats.

They let me rest in the cafeteria because I was about to pass out from the drug.
They walked me to a vending machine and handed me a coin.

They explained that this machine could dispense anything I wanted, even things it could not normally dispense.
I immediately began to type:

"T-H-E - B-E-S-T - D-R-I-N-"

The scientist behind me approached and effortlessly pushed me aside.

-We don't want another incident. -He said as he deleted what I had typed.

I typed on the machine again.

"M-Y - F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E - D-R-I-N-K"

I looked back before pressing the enter key, trying to see if the scientist would stop me again.
He just nodded his head in approval so I pressed the key.

The machine dispensed a plastic cup, and started making some weird noise.

Right when I was going to ask if it was broken it started to dispense some clear liquid inside the cup.

(Could it be...?)

I quickly drank the contents of the plastic cup and to my surprise it was exactly what I wanted.

I finished it in just a few gulps, and wanted to order another one, but the machine was coin-operated and I didn't have any on me.

-Help us with this, and you can have as many as you want. -One of the scientists said.

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We stopped in front of a door that read "Containment Chamber : SCP 999"

It was a little scary, having to interact with another anomaly again.

There were quite a few people inside, who left when we opened the door, leaving the three of us alone inside the room.

I could see an orange slime in what appeared to be a baby pen...
It had black eyes, and a mouth floating around in its body.

Then one of the scientists opened the door of the baby pen and the orange ball jumped out at me.
I jumped backwards in self defense, but the slime slowly crawled towards me, as if it noticed my fear.

It slowly raised a slimy nub, and I touched it with the tip of my fingers.

The anxiety and fear I felt when I entered the room slowly faded away, giving way to a warm sensation.

I felt euphoric!
As if happiness was the only emotion in my world.

The slime ball started tickling my whole body, making me laugh uncontrollably.

The orange slime smelled like... freshly washed clothes.
I could stay with this little guy forever.

The scientist ordered him to get away from me, which he did moments later.

Even when separated from the SCP I couldn't stop smiling, i was so happy!
One of the two scientists wrote something on their notebooks and the other handed me a file.

It seemed to be a description of the effects of SCP.

It took me a while to read the entire file, they took it away before I could read attachment 999-B.

As far as I could understand, this anomaly was capable of causing joy in anyone I touched.
But there was one part which caught my attention:

"The creature showed special interest in those people who are unhappy or damaged in some way."

The scientist brought me back to reality when he cleared his throat.

-Try to communicate with it as you did with SCP-682." He said, writing in his notebook.

-Okay?
-I'll do my best

Apparently they didn't know anything about the stone platform.
Neither did I, but that doesn't matter now.

I tried to think about that stone platform, but it seemed to work when I was asleep.

-It doesn't work like that. -I said after a few minutes of trying to imagine the platform in my head.

-What do you mean? -One of the scientists asked.

-I don't know how to explain it... It's like im in a dream.
-In it I was able to communicate with SCP-682 and 14...17? -I continued.
-1471 -I corrected myself.

-I see. -He said.
-Does it still work if you are unconscious? -He asked, with an evil glint in his eyes.

-No!
-Well, I'm not sure but...

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After making a short stop back at the cafeteria they were ready to take me back to the "682 new containment chamber".

Some scientists saw me and went to shake my hand.
They seemed quite happy as they would not have to deal with the constant fear of dying for 682.

One of them even complimented me in my "hair washing skills" which took me by surprise.

(I knew there were cameras inside the house...)

(But inside the bathroom...?)

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̶I̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶r̶t̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶p̶t̶e̶r̶s̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶n̶g̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶p̶a̶n̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶v̶e̶r̶s̶i̶o̶n̶.̶
̶S̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶a̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶p̶t̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶2̶0̶0̶0̶+̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶d̶s̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶r̶y̶.̶

Thank you for reading, I'm still improving my English so i would really appreciate pointing out typos and stuff.