Love and Decay

Dante hated his job, his life, and everyone else.

He hated his job because he was working for the Foundation. He understood what he was entrusted with, but being a guard here was tiring. No, that was too light a word. He hated this job because he couldn't see the point of it. The world was going to end someday, and it would probably be at the hand of an SCP breaking containment. It was inevitable. Dante had accepted that because, logically, there was thousands of SCPs. One would probably get out one day and that would be it.

And his life was in this world. This miserable, stupid, fucking world which had no rhythm or reason. Why did his parents abandon him? Why did the foster care workers hate him? Why hadn't anyone done anything? Why didn't his life ever catch a break? Because life isn't fair, so fuck you. That's what he'd been told. And it was the best damned advice he'd ever heard.

And everyone else did nothing. They never did anything to help him. He'd cried out for help when he was locked in the closet, and learned to stop because nobody would ever come for him. Instead, they lived boring, empty, monotone lives, unable to see beyond the illusion the Foundation had constructed. That everything would be okay, that it wasn't like the end of the world was just around the corner.

So in essence, Dante hated everything.

Except Marie. Marie was… oh God damn it, Marie deserved so much better, but she didn't have any life aside from what Simon Langdon had handed her.