[D-Class] 0003

[SCP 049’s Cell, Site ##]

(Lifeline #1)

Weeks began to pass by in the blink of an eye as the Doc spent every day teaching, demonstrating, and showing me so much more about the human body than I could have ever imagined. 

At the moment, the Doc and I were standing over an intact brain donated by an unlucky D-Class. The brain was hooked up to this strange machine that sent electric shocks to specific parts of the brain, and the Doc was teaching me what each part of the brain did.

“Unfortunately, the Pestilence gathers most in the brain, and the consequences of messing with the Brain are severe. The Pestilence roots itself deep, feeding on the brain and using it as a breeding ground for spreading its seeds,” The Doc explained, poking and prodding the brain before us with two metal rods.

“You know, Doc, I’m curious. How did you discover the Pestilence in the first place?” I asked, curious as I observed every twitch of the brain matter before me.

The Doc hummed, “I was lucky.”

“Lucky?” I asked, confused. Taking a look away from the brain, I could see he seemed to be in a trance.

He nodded with affirmation, “I was lucky.” 

Deciding not to dig into it further, I pat him on the back, startling him as I said, “Don’t worry, Doc, I won’t go digging into your business, even if the eggheads watching us want me to. You’ll eradicate the Pestilence, and I will help where I can.”

The Doc seemed to freeze completely, his eyes not leaving my hand that rested on his shoulder. 

“…How are you alive? My >~£]>^ should have sapped you of your life.” He asked using a strange word that gave me a headache.

Realizing I just had direct skin contact with an entity that can kill you with a touch, I slid my hand away and shrugged. 

“I don’t have an answer for you, doc. I have no idea what you are talking about.” I shook my head, acting oblivious.

Before either of us could say more, I was surprised to hear the intercom come to life and the cell's door open.

"SCP-049, step back from the D-Class and keep your distance," Dr. Gnomeshit commanded from the intercom.

"No," the Doc declined with a grim tone as he glared at the two guards who stepped into the room with their guns raised.

"I will not let you take him. If he can survive my touch, then he can be instrumental to my research," the Doc warned, much to my surprise as he stepped in front of me, between me and the guards.

"Hold on, why do you want me?" I asked, looking directly at the camera.

"You touched 049 and survived," Dr. Gnomeshit spoke matter-of-factly.

"And? What about it?" I asked, crossing my arms and growing increasingly frustrated.

"You are the first in recorded history to have survived touching 049, and the only other to survive 049's touch is another SCP, one that is specifically known for its tenacity and sheer adaptability. You? You are an anomaly," Dr. Gnomeshit spoke through the intercom.

"So what? You think I'm special or some shit?" I asked, laughing in his face, which seemed to push him over the edge.

"I want him out of there now!" Dr. Gnomeshit shouted over the intercom, forcing the guards to move forward towards 049 and begin shouting orders.

"Step aside, now!" the Security Guards shouted, aggressively pointing their firearms toward the Doc.

"Foolish," 049 scolded, stepping forward only to immediately have a hail of rounds fired at him, shoving him back with the sheer kinetic force, directly into me, where we fell to the ground.

Climbing to his feet, the Doctor growled, "You will regret taking such actions against my apprentice and me." 

I watched as the two stepped back as the Doc suddenly lunged forward, reaching out with his hand.

That didn't stop them from emptying their magazines on the Doc; only this time, the Doc was seemingly prepared for it, as he braced and then reached out to touch one of the guards. Only to have the chamber flooded with a strange, nasty gas that smelled like burnt, spoiled eggs and milk.

I immediately covered my mouth and looked to see that they closed the door, sealing us inside.

Mentally cursing, I realized that we were screwed, and before I even knew it, everyone in the room fell unconscious.

...

[POV Change]

Dr. Leonard Macmire has been a scientist with the Foundation for the better part of three decades, and he has ascended to the level of a Level 3 Scientist in the Foundation. In this time, he has spent many years as an intern, then as a rising scientist, and now he is just one step away from becoming a site director or the lead of his own SCP project.

Recently, he received an email from the site director stating that one of his experiment proposals had been accepted. He promptly got to work, enlisting a D-Class individual discovered by the foundation a week prior in the woods, who had no known identity or prior history.

He should have noticed the signs sooner. The Foundation had roots in nearly every nation, both large and small, worldwide. For someone to be an 'unknown' meant one of a few things. 

The first was that the subject paid a significant amount of money to remove their identity from all internet sources and every intelligence database, something that was nearly impossible to do without being caught, or at least leaving a trace.

The second was that the subject had an anomalous origin, such as wandering out of SCP 3008, also known as the infinite IKEA; however, the Foundation had every known IKEA under observation, and no new subjects had escaped within the past month.

The third option was that the subject was either a member or a previous member of the Foundation or one of the other Paranormal Organizations across the world, such as the Church of the Broken God, the Global Occult Coalition, or even the Serpent's Hand.

At first, it didn't matter as the subject did not show that he knew anything about the supernatural part of the world or that he was from a different reality, but now that he showed an anomalous trait that provided some immunity to 049's 'Death Touch.'

"Get them out of there and place that D-Class in a containment cell. I want him interrogated for details regarding his immunity or origin," Dr. Macmire ordered, watching as the soldiers stormed the cell after the gas cleared and retrieved the two other guards and the D-Class before leaving the Doctor where he was.