And so, on that cold spring night, Drake went to check on SCP-████.
"Hi, Drake." she said softly.
"Hey Annie, how was your day? Heard you had an interview today." he responded.
"My day was ok, even though the interview was just standard stuff, but hey… Drake? Could I ask you for something as a friend rather than an SCP?"
"You know I don't think of you as just an SCP Annie. Ask away."
"So could I… get out of here? Or if you could come in for a while… maybe spend the night?"
"Oh Annie I want that so much but I don't know what to say. I think I can let you out for a few hours but you HAVE to come back here after."
Drake let her out and she came to his house. They spent the night doing, well I can't say even half of it here. When they finished Drake decided that he wasn't going to let her go so they ran away to Canada. Annabeth discovered that she was pregnant a few months later and eventually gave birth to SCP-4763. After that Annies, health began to deteriorate and in not more than a few weeks she passed away. Drake decided to not tell Andrew that her mother died.
Later he sent her to the Foundation for containment.






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