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Do you ever have times where you look at an SCP file and feel extreme sympathy? That happened to me.
Hi, I'm O5-5 | ScD Overseer| "The Dreamweaver" Site-06-(4) Director, and SCP-████. For those of you that know me, you know you're in for a somewhat lovely story. You ready? Let's go!
So, I just recently finished reading a file known as SCP-231 (in general SCP-231-7). I got confused about a LOT of things! So, I decided to take a little trip to Site-██. When I arrived, everything was… quiet. Not to much talking. So, I decided to spice things up a little.
"PENIS!!!" I shouted. I only got one response, a loud whispered Sh! What a bunch of Bull Crap! Anyways, I decided to get a dorm for the night, before tomorrow I see, SCP-231-7!
Morning came quickly, and I skipped down to SCP-231's chamber. She sounded nice. And I'm pretty great with kids. Heck, when I was in 7th grade, a parent called me; "The Pied Piper"! I entered, once again, quiet.
"JEEZ! It's quiet in here!" I complained loudly. Again, I was given a loud and quiet Sh! "Sorry wankas!" I laughed, "So, where is she?" I asked the containment owner.
"Beg pardon?" He asked.
"You know the cafeteria!" I said.
"Oh, it's right down the—-*" He began.
"No you stupid quack! SCP-231!" I asked.
"Oh right down there" He said.
"Lovely, see her in a sec!" I said.
"No! You cannot go down there! Only D-Class!" He growled.
"Alright, when can I?" I asked.
"Never, too dangerous!" He said.
"Aw, I wanna make a friend though!" I pouted.
"Too bad!" He said. I then saw six D-Class making their way to the chamber doors.
"What do the D-Class do anyways?" I asked.
"Oh, they commence "Mohawk-110 Procedure" He answered.
"Cool, what's that?" I asked.
"They basically abuse SCP-231-7 until the "lump" you might call it, she has is well, gone" He said.
I began laughing loudly, thinking it was some sort of joke.
"Here, take a look in the observation post" he said gesturing the observation post.
I took a seat and looked into the computer/security camera.
"What you said recently was funny!" I laughed and trembled. The containment manager did not respond, "I mean there's NO way you'd hurt a… small… little…"
I saw it. The most horrific thing ever. There before me, I watched as six D-Class beat the ████ out of SCP-231-7. I thought this was a joke. She made these awful screams of agony, she was sobbing and bawling without end. The worst part was the D-Class were laughing… they were… enjoying it. After it ended, SCP-231-7's unconscious body was strapped down to the table she laid upon, the tube in her mouth was reconnected, and the D-Class were dismissed.
I looked up, my heart was pounding, I was sweating madly, I breathed heavily. I looked up at The Containment Manager and all he said was:
"That is "Procedure Mowhawk-110"
I laughed for a couple of seconds but was then cut off by me throwing up my casual red colored vomit all over the ground.
I sat in my dorm, my roommate (a female named Amy) walked in.
"Hey, could you help me clean my bunk, I spilled my coffee on it" asked Amy. I did not respond, I merely continued to stare at the wall, "Hello? R█████? Could you—-*" She stopped.
She saw me, my aviator sunglasses covered my eyes, but my face (and a few other things) explained everything. Tear streams marked my pink face, my bleeding right hand held the crushed glass of whisky hovering above a pool of whisky and blood, and my left hand stroking my necklace (SCP-427).
"You've seen it happen, haven't you?" said Amy. I nodded my head, for I could not speak, "I know, not a lovely sight, but it's not all that bad!" I remained silent, "I mean, those D-Class are saving us from a, what, and XK? I know this seems terrible to you and you hate seeing others in pain but—-*"
"But what, BUT WHAT?!" I said slamming what was left of my glass onto the wall leaving a light brown stain and some glass shards stabbed into the wall, "They are hurting her, Amy, hurting her. She needs help! We cannot just let this continue!"
"I know it's said to see but—-*" began Amy.
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! WHY DO YOU GUYS JUST DO THESE BAD THINGS WHEN THERE CAN ACTUALLY BE A BETTER SOLUTION?! YOU FOOLS! YOU-YOU IDIOTS!!!" As I said this I could hear the lights outside popping and breaking. A rumbling sound began to mute out everything.
"Then do something about it!" Amy shouted through the rumbling. I stopped. [DATA EXPUNGED].
"Holy ████! You're RIGHT!" I laughed, "See yah!"
"Where are you going?!" Amy asked.
"To SCP-231-7's chamber, to set things right!" I said triumphantly.
I [DATA EXPUNGED] and I was in SCP-231-7's chamber. There I saw her, dead asleep, crying quietly. She was so bruised, she couldn't move.
"Uh… 231?" I whispered tapping her on the face, "Heyo? Anyone awake?" Nothing. She was out cold.
"Alright, she's asleep… hm. Let me do something about those bruises. I snapped my fingers and three black winged female angels appeared, "Girls, do your thing" I said snapping twice.
"Yes my lord R█████" replied one of them as they began tending to her wounds.
I snapped my fingers again and several male cooks appeared, "Alright boys, let's make a nice breakfast, with biscuits, gravy, orange juice, and apple sauce!"
"Of course, what about her tube though?" asked one of the chefs.
"Girls, could one of you mend her so she can actually eat like a normal human?" I asked the angels.
"Yes my lord" Answered one of them. After hours we had finally finished.
"Alright, guys, back to the Shadow Realm, ready?" I said about to snap my fingers.
"Yes" they all responded. I snapped my fingers and they all disappeared. I grabbed snapped my fingers and my guitar appeared in my hand along with my pic. I then grabbed a chair and took a seat. I began playing away.
The Next Day… I think?
[Whatever dialogue is italicized means it is SCP-231-7 talking. When she is talking without the quotations, she is thinking in her head. We are sharing the writing of the story]
… Is it time already? Uh, how come I feel… better? W-Where are my bruises? Wait, where's my mouth tube??? Where are my hand straps?! Wait, is that breakfast, on my lap? I can eat real food! Wait… who's that guy? He looks really tired? Oh no he's asleep. Heh, funny, he's asleep on his guitar! But really, who is that?
I woke up, a pain in my back and an ache in my chin, "uHhhH, pIEcE Of, I'M jUSt a bLOOdY MOnSTeR…" I said waking up voice cracking. I kept my eyes closed just in case someone was looking into my eyes. I groped around for my aviators. I finally found them, put them on, did a retinal scan to log on, and did the morning usual.
"Eliza, what's the weather?" I asked snapping myself a cup of coffee with brandy.
How did he do that?!
"It is 54 F outside with a 45.8% chance of rain"
"Any calls?"
"None"
"Reminders?"
"None"
"Okay, another lovely mor—-*" I began.
"Excuse me?" I asked grabbing the person's shoulder.
I turned around after dropping my coffee and doing a brief, high pitched scream.
"Oh! Sorry, I…" I began trailing off.
I was shocked, she was awake and well! "Good morning! Glad to see you're awake. Are you feeling any aching pains? Strange emotions?" I asked.
"I-I feel fine" I said.
What happened though?
"I mended your wounds" I answered.
"H-How did you know I was thinking that?!" I asked surprised.
"I have that unique ability, just like other SCPs" I answered.
"SCP?" I asked.
"Oh, they haven't told you where you are?" I asked, "You're in the SCP Foundation, Site-██. There are multiple Sites but, in a nutshell, our job is to capture these anomalous creatures. You are SCP-231"
"And, what's so anomalous about me?" I asked.
"First off, you're nine, and you're pregnant" I began shuddering at the thought. I had read through her file but I couldn't find anything about how "It" happened. I pulled out my SCP-████-B. I lit it, and did a long puff, "Ah, much better, and much less… yeah. Second, you're not just pregnant with a baby, or not an ordinary one"
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"Don't you wonder why that every time "Procedure 110 Mohawk" happens, you become pregnant, once again?" I asked, "Well, here's why. You're designated SCP-231-7 which means there were 6 others. Each one died trying to remove their fetus or died during a escape attempt whilst the Site-██ was undergoing a breach. SCP-231-1, 3, 4, 5 died trying to remove the fetus and when that happened a demonic creature was born. The worst part… you're pregnant with… the devil" I explained.
I was in shock, I didn't know what to say. Everyday, I was bound to give birth to the devil?!
"And, the orange people beat me up to destroy the fetus, to stop it from happening? I asked
"We call them D-Class, but yes" I answered.
"Why are you here?" I asked. He chuckled, but it also looked like he was trying to hold back a wave of tears, his face was pinking. The poor guy. He tried to speak for a second but only air came out, he covered his mouth. I watched a tear roll down his face from his right eye. He sat down on the bed, trying to find himself. I walked over and sat next to him, I pulled my arm into my gown and used my sleeve to wipe away the tear.
"T-Thanks" I said, I cleared my throat, "I'm here to keep you company. For when…"
Again he began struggling to hold back a tsunami. He took a puff so long from his cigarette, it was reduced to ash. Then it happened, I heard the room come to life, people began their "whispering" and I heard the sound of guards and those orange men… it was time already. I watched O5-5 get up and pull something out… two pistols, I heard him, shuddering in his breath. I was nervous.
"O5-5?! What on earth or you doing in here?!" shouted the Site-██ Director.
"Keeping her company. Who're they?" I asked pointing to the 6 D bois.
"These D-Class are for Procedure 110 Mohawk" answered the Director.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Not again! We can't do this Director!" I said.
"We haven't any other choice. Come now R█████, don't you want to help the foundation? This is the only way!"
"There has to be another!" I said clutching my gun. A prolonged amount of silence hit. I was growling angered, and ready… to kill.
"R█████" I said to him grabbing his shoulder, "It's alright, let them do it"
"W-? NO! I will not let them abuse you!"
"And I don't want to give birth to the devil! Please R█████, it'll be alright!" I watched O5-5 (or R█████) look up at the Director and the D-Class. After letting out a prolonged sigh he answered, "Fine, let's do it"
"Alright, let's begin" said the Director gesturing to SCP-231.
I began to lift my gown over my head, but just as I reached thigh level, I heard R█████ shout, "STOP!" Everyone looked at him. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh, well, you see, uh, I don't uh… do very well around… naked people… "What do you mean not very well?" asked the Director. "Well, let's just say, I'm okay around my same gender, but not girls, especially if they're… under aged" He shuddered and pulled out yet another cigarette and took a few puffs. "If you cannot handle it, you must leave, now" said the Director chuckling. The D-Class were snickering among st themselves. "But I need to support her!" complained R█████. "Either you're in or you're out" I giggled. "Really?!" R█████ beckoned, "You too?!" "It'll be alright" I laughed, "Okay?"
"Rgh! FINE!" I roared swearing to myself.
Once again, I began the process again, then…
"Wait! What if-if-if my eyes wonder?! What then?!" I asked shaking.
"Well… your eyes will've found what they were looking for!" I laughed.
"Kill me…" I gargled.
I finally managed to lift over my gown without any delays
"Ooh! Nice ███ you got there girl!" laughed one of the D-Class. Within seconds, O5-5 was choking that D-Class.
"SAY THAT AGAIN PAL, SAY IT, I DARE YOU, I ███████ DARE YOU, YOU ████!"
"I WON'T, I WON'T!" He cried.
"Good" O5-5 then dropped him.
"Alright, let's-let's get you onto the bed" I said a lump in my throat.
"You alright?" I asked.
"Well, I'm talking to a nude nine year old girl, no, I'm not fine" I chuckled nervously.
"Oh, please. It's fine, you can look if you want" I assured him.
"HOLD THE PHONE GIRL, TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING" I said stopping sticking my pointer finger in the air.
"I'm being serious, I've been "hurt" by men before and I'm okay with people looking at "me" you know" I said.
"Stop it, get some help" I said patting SCP-231 on the shoulder while getting her strapped down, "You-You ready?" I asked.
"Ready!" I gulped. One of the D-Class, pulled back his fist, but then… "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" shouted R█████. "What?!" complained the Director. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just… nervous reaction!" answered R█████. "R█████, it's alright!" I said.
I let out a long sigh. "Alright, let's begin" I gulped. Then they started punching the lump on her stomach. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes. "Squeeze my hand, it'll equalize the PAIN!" I exhaled when she squeezed, "Here, how about some life questions, get your mind off this B.S, you know?"
"Alright…" I coughed.
"What's your favorite flavor of Ice cream?" I asked.
"Strawberry" I answered grunting as one of the D-Class hit me hard on my lump.
"Mine's Dulce de Leche" I said doing that Italian thing, "What's your favorite color?"
"Pink" I answered.
"Mine is [DATA EXPUNGED]" I said.
"What kind of COLOR, 'scuse me, is that?" I asked.
"A color out of space!" I laughed.
"You know, this process is a LOT less painful now! Thank you!" I laughed.
"Don't mention it mate! I'm good at my job, I was called the "pied piper of children after all"!" I chuckled. Then, one of the D-Class threw a punch so hard, it launched SCP-231 off the bed breaking the straps. She tried to get up.
I was trying to get up, but, silly me, my "back side" was in the air.
The D-Class who threw the punch came behind her, and punched her in the [DATA EXPUNGED].
I covered my mouth to hold back a scream. His fist managed to [DATA EXPUNGED] deep. It hurt a lot, well of course it would, I'm only nine!
"That felt pretty good, lemme do that again!" laughed the D-Class pulling back his fist.
I closed my eyes and braced myself. Suddenly I heard a loud, CRACK! Not a crack like breaking wood, but more like a goring crack… I opened my eyes and turned around. I saw O5-5, had punched the D-Class in the face, put this punch was extreme. He had a clean, huge hole right through his face. He removed his fist letting his limp body fall to the ground.
"Go ta hell wanka." I snarled.
"I-I think we're done here…" gulped the Director.
"Yeah, I'd suggest you get outta here with your other D-Class too, I'm gettin' very angry…" I chuckled demonically.
The D-Class began to back away, nervous and scared. "Come on, let's go" the Director gestured to the D-Class as he exited. The D-Class took one last glance at O5-5, then they left. "Thanks for the support" I coughed. Several nurses entered.
"Who're they?" I asked.
"They're here to help clean me up" I answered, "You can help!" I smiled.
"I'll pass" I said pulling out a cigarette, "Hey, where's my glove?"
"Over there" I pointed to the area where he stood when he punched. "Thanks!" He chuckled. I saw him pick up his glove, then I gasped… I noticed his hand. His hand a normal adult hand size, maybe bigger… but sections of it were covered in a dark tar like liquid, his fingers were long and sharp, and there was some blood on there, from punching the D-Class. "Y-Your hand…" I gulped. He jolted and quickly put on his glove. "What? What do you mean? It's fine!" He laughed.
Eventually, they cleaned her up, and it was just us again.
"Here's your gown" I held her slightly stained but cleaned gown.
"Hey thanks!" I laughed, "What do you know? There's the same stain from the day I first wore this!"
"What?! They haven't given you a new clean gown… EVER?!" I shouted.
"Y-Yeah?" I said confused beginning to get the suit on. O5-5 snapped his fingers and my gown [DATA EXPUNGED] "Whoa, easy dosser now R█████!"
"No, I—-* RGH!" I said face palming my… face. I snapped my fingers and a stack of at least eight gowns appear, "These should last you a week" I said helping waiting for the nurses to finish so I could giver her, her gown. She was finally all clean, and I handed her, her gown (damn that is hard to say).
I sat down on my bed and he joined me. He looked depressed. "Look, it did hurt, but I've gotten used to it, I mean, I didn't expect that punch into my [DATA EXPUNGED], but still, I'm okay!" I said assuring O5-5.
"The thing is, is that…" he began, "I feel like there's another way…".
"I don't think there is, and this is our only way" I sighed, "Unless…".
"Unless what?" asked O5-5.
"I could have an abortion?" I suggested.
"HOLY SHIT!" he exclaimed, "I could never do that! I'd never bring any harm to a baby!"
"It's that or Procedure 110 Mohawk" I reminded him.
"Uh, fine… If you insist" O5-5 grumbled.
Night time (I think) eventually came and I was on the glass porch with fake hologram images of a very pretty outside world. Amy walked up next to me.
"Hey Mr. Father of a pregnant under aged women. How are yah?" She asked.
"Eh, I have a plan that'll hopefully save her…" I said puffing my cigarette afterwards.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Committing big abortion"
"WHOA! How do you feel?"
"Horrified now than ever before"
"Have you ever done a abortion before?"
"No… no actually"
"WHAT?!"
"Don't worry, my powers give me doctor capabilities"
"Alright… well… I wish you the best of luck my friend"
"Thanks, goodnight Amy"
By the time we finished, I had entered SCP-231's chamber.
"Alright, ready to watch some movies?" I asked SCP-231.
"Yes!" I smiled. We had begun watching one of O5-5's favorites: Godzilla. And though it was scary even I must admit, it was a great movie! "Hey O5-5?" I asked. "Yeah?" he responded. "What're you supposed to be, power wise?"
"Well, let's just say, "I'm possessed" by a Warlord demon my great x130 grandfather who was the warlord king of Norway had once owned" I responded.
