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"This was the worst fucking day I could ever have." A man with black hair and tall posture walks through the halls. Looking from far away the man would look like a normal, healthy human but taking a closer look it can be seen that he is anything but healthy. Gigantic bags under his eyes, which seem like they weren't closed for a long day, and quite a lot of wrinkles that make him appear older then he actually is.
"Hi, Bon! How was your day? Let me guess, shitty as always?" A woman catches up to Dr. Rees, smiles and awaits a answer.
"I thought we agreed to call each other with their last name at work," Dr. Rees replied with an look of annoyance on his face and with very tired eyes.
The woman's called XXXXXXX. Pretty good looking, but still could probably catch a few men.
"But work is over. We're only here because we are to lazy to go home.", she answered laughing.
"Alright, what do you want?" Dr. Rees answered with and undertone in his voice that could only be understood as a plead to be left alone.
"What, can't I just talk with a good friend?"
"It never is something good when it is something you want to talk about. I'm already annoyed because of work."
"Oh, come on! It couldn't be that bad!" XXXXX laughed loudly making Dr. Rees even more annoyed.
"Whatever. What did you want to talk about, anyway?"
"It's about Dr.XXXXXX. I just can't get over how he died!"
"You already talked about him. So much that I'm starting to believe that you fell in love with him or something."
"I would never! It's just that it's weird to me."
"Yeah, yeah. It was weird how he died to SCP-XXXX, since the chance of dying to it is zero to none, and noone until know did, but blah, blah, blah. I heard everything and guess what?" while talking they both go down a long corridor until they come to a door.
"You don't care?", she asks while Dr. Rees rummaged through his gigantic pockets looking for his keycard.
"I don't. It doesn't concern me anymore. He died, so what? A lot of people die in this shit hole of a Foundation. So why should I care for one person?" he siwpes the card through the card slot causing a short beep and causing the door to open.
"But…" XXXX stood there not going through the door, waiting, as if she could get the comfort she needs. Sadly her friend wasn't the kind to give something like that.
"Here's a tip: Get over it. It was unfortunate that he died but so is life. You couldn't do anything about it. What happened happened."
"…If you say so…It's just hard…"
A sighs escapes Dr. Rees' body and with it partly more of his energy, "How about this: I buy you dinner tomorrow. Sounds good? Maybe we could go for a walk and talk about the accident. We could also go watch a movie."
"…Yeah. Thanks." XXXX says smiling containing a mixture of sadness for the death of one of her colleagues and happiness for her friend that was willing to hear her out. While he wasn't that good at listening she was still glad that there was someone she could talk with.
"Always happy to help." he too, had a smile on his face. Partly because he had a friend like her who cares for others, but mostly because he could finally go home, crash into his bed headfirst and travel into the land of dreams he waited for all day.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" a voice echoes through a forest. A voice that isn't supposed to be in this world. A voice which can't be heard with the human ear. The origin of the voice is a otherworldly being standing next to a corpse moving irritated.
"Fuck, shit, fuck, shit! Why did you have to be here at this exact time at this exact point?! Fuck!"
While screaming every possible negative word it knows, the being starts to examine the body and pulls out a wallet,
"Let's see…So, his name is XXXXXXX. Weird name but alright, I don't judge. Have seen way weirder ones." the creature snorted thinking about the names of its victims, not feeling any shred of guilt or regret for all the people it killed.
"So, his job is as a scientist. For…..what? S…C….P? Is that some evil organization that makes crazy experiments? Never even heard of it. This will be difficult, I could just keep 'being' the person I am right now. But maybe, maybe, they could know something about me. After all, it's a giant coincidence that he wound up here at this time. Haaah, well its worth a try."
Suddenly the figure of the creature changes into the one of its victims, even down to the wrinkles and the deep bags under his eyes. Next moment a perfect copy of the victim stands there searching if he miised any features he could still copy.
"Well buddy, sorry, but I'll be taking over your life for a while. Hope you can forgive. Gotta make sure that I'm safe after all", XXXXXX said to his corpse as if it could still hear him and be mad for copying it.
"-y. HEY!" a loud scream rips Dr. Rees out of his mind, startling him for a minute.
"You're late, Rees. Exactly thirtyfour minutes to be precise.", a man looking even older then Rees even though that is thought to be impossible. XXXXXXX wasn't older than Rees but showed a lot more expirence with working here. Causing Rees to have respect to him just like to an suppirior.
"Sorry, sorry, I had to do something real quick. Hope you can forgive me.", Dr.Rees looked confused, showing that he has no idea as to why he's here.
XXXX sighed and smiled, making Rees more relaxted and getting more comfortable.
"How was your day? Still not having slept enough?"
"It was alright, I guess. And yeah, it was a LONG time since I had a really good sleep."
XXXXX stopped smiling, "Is that so? And how's XXXXX, she's alright?"
"Yeah, still can't get really over his death, but otherwise she's doing well. I went with her to a restaurant talking about stuff.
"Hm. That's great. What do you think of his death?", XXXXX's expression changed more and more from a smile into a glare, as if he could shred Rees into pieces.
"….I…..got over it, I guess? I mean, this is a dangerous job after all. Its expect, that you could die." Rees started sweating and being alerted of the man glaring at him.
"Alright", XXXXX stood up and before Rees could blink took out a gun holding Rees at gunpoint,"how about we stop playing games, huh? You have been running around for far too long, SCP-4476?"
Rees looked into the gun and then at XXXXX trying to act calm and collected even though his whole body is telling him to run
"Wow, so I already have a number even though I didn't get contained yet? That's pretty rude."
"Stop acting as if you're not in danger. You made a big mistake thinking you could get away with XXXXX's death. How did you even think that it wasn't weird that he died to SCP-XXXX?"
The creature sighed. It wasn't clear as to why. Maybe because of the lack of sleep it had because of work or because he got tired of acting his whole life. There wasn't a time he could remember not acting but being himself. Does he even have a own personality? Or is he doing all this because he can't find a personality that could fit him? All these thoughts cross its mind while being held at gunpoint.
"You're asking too many questions. I'm surprised someone found out. How many know about me?"
"As if I would tell you that. Find out yourself. Also what's there to worry about, you culd just hide as someone else that's the only thing you're apparently good at."
