[D-Class] 0002

[D-Class Cell Block, Site ## of the SCP Foundation]

(Lifeline #1)

When they took me back to my cell, I found myself sitting before a rather annoyed Scientist and the Guard who had a hate boner for me.

The Scientist was looking at me rather peeved, if his expression was anything to go by.

"You understand that if you do not follow my orders, I will have you terminated, correct?" The Scientist tried to threaten, though I found it laughable and ended up grinning, which only made his mood even worse. 

I couldn't help but laugh at him; he was very short, and his ridiculous mustache and bald head only made me think of some meme characters I created for Gnomes in some DnD campaigns I did on my old Earth. His witch nose wasn't doing him any favors either.

"Sure, sure," I waved the two off, trying to hold in my laughter, and failing miserably.

Although annoyed, the Scientist continued, "You are to learn as much as possible from SCP: 049, ask as many questions as possible and try and learn as much about his background as well, we will be recording all of your daily sessions and if we feel that you stray from your task, we will terminate you and replace you with another D-Class," he tried threatening again, not that it worked as I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath to help calm my heart and not to call him several titles I had given him in my head aloud.

Shame, I couldn't call Dr. GnomeShit some of the nicknames I came up with for him to his face.

Luckily, it didn't take much longer for them to leave, and I had the chance to let out the loudest laugh of my life as soon as Dr. Gnomeshit stepped out the door.

...

The next day, I found myself led once again to the Good Doctor's room, where I saw him once again sitting at his desk and sipping some tea.

"Good morning, Doc, how was your sleep?" I asked casually.

"Thank you for asking, but I'm afraid I haven't needed to sleep nor eat in...quite some time," The Doc answered, pulling the teacup away from his beaked mask.

"I can't imagine, I love eating and sleeping too much to give it up, not to mention the freedom I feel from my dreams," I smiled, taking a seat next to him.

"Ah, I do miss dreaming, but I'm afraid I no longer can dream," The Doc spoke with clear melancholy as he got this distant look.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Doc," I pat him on the shoulder before trying to get his attention focused. "So what's the plan for today?"

Giving him a few moments to snap out of it, he eventually spoke, his head swiveling to me slowly before his eyes refocused on my figure.

"Today, since the Foundation has yet to meet my demands, I will first have to start from the beginning," he began, placing his teacup down before taking a stand and stepping to the other side of the room, where he pointed at a few diagrams with a stick.

"Today I will be teaching you a bit about the human body."

"Do you have any paper and something to write with? So I may take some notes?" I asked politely.

Humming, he stepped over to his desk where he grabbed a stack of parchment and... no... don't tell me what that's what I think it is.

"Is...that a quill?" I hesitantly asked, and I got a nod and a response: "Yes, I've grown accustomed to using the Quill, your...pens and pencils feel strange to use when making my notes."

I sighed but accepted the ink, quill, and old parchment.

"Alright, let's begin, you are aware of the most important organs in the human body, yes? The Brain, the Lungs, and the Heart," he pointed at the four different organs.

"But there are far more organs in the human body, and many important pieces and networks that make the human body into a complex...machine. I have seen some men spend decades trying to learn all they could about the secrets of the human body, only never to reach that unachievable goal. I have been learning about the human body for centuries. Yet, I have yet to learn it all as Humanity has changed greatly in the past few centuries," The Doctor spat out more words than I have ever heard from him.

"How long have you been alive, Doc?" I asked, curious.

"I do not know," He answered.

"You don't know?" I asked, confused.

He shook his head, "No, I do not. I have been alive for a long time. My memory is not perfect," He explained before continuing with the lesson, first explaining each part of the human body one by one, layer by layer, even going as far as to go by the layers, taking the time to explain how tattoos were able to be stay in the body and not being removed naturally by the body's immune system.

"Once we get some cadavers, I'll show you each organ and what they look like as well as show you the techniques to properly extract them without damaging them or the organs around them," The Doctor explained before the intercoms clicked onto life.

"SCP 049, we have gone over your demands and have found most of them...acceptable, however, we will not be providing you any more live D-Class to experiment on for your...trials," The Scientist's voice spoke out from the intercom, the camera zooming in on our little lesson.

"Excellent!" The Doctor beamed, seemingly very excited, only for the Scientist's voice to cut him off, "Thought it would take a few more days to gather everything you've...asked for, as well as the creation of a sterile lab to run your...experiments."

"That's...tolerable," The Doctor spoke after a few moments, clearly hating having been interrupted and given the bad news.

For a few moments, there was an awkward silence before, eventually, the intercom cut off and the Doctor resumed my human biology lesson, which was a bit difficult to track as he'd randomly switch between French and Old English as the lesson progressed, and I quickly learned that I hated writing with an inked quill with a passion.