Carmen Pierce

Indie RP blog for my SCP OC. Roleplayer is 18+

[jrresearcherpierce]

Open Starter

Carmen's eyes flicked across the small containment cell. It would be just her luck that while she was in the middle of research a containment breach would occur. Even moreso it would have cut the power to the whole facility. "It's okay, everything will be okay." She spoke out loud as she tried calmingm she wasn't normally a panicky person but she knew that any minute she spent in a containment cell would be another minute she put her life at risk.

[glitchexmachina]

"Of course, but fortune brought you here, and I assure you, you couldn't have picked a better place unless you found yourself in that little orange goo ball's room," he said. He'd overheard the researchers talking about visiting something called 'SCP-999' or 'Nines' as he was so affectionately nicknamed, and it sounded like a delightful entity. "I'm sorry where are my manners today?" he asked, sticking a bookmark in the place he left off in. "I don't remember what number they gave me and frankly I don't care. You may call me Brandon Graves. I understand if you don't want to share your name, but anything you'd like to be called will suffice."

[jrresearcherpierce]

"I guess you're right on that account." Carmen admitted as she heard gunfire in the distance. She could have found herself in worse, SCP-173 for example or anyone that really was Keter-class.

She debated if she wanted to tell this person her name. It was obvious he was an SCP, if he wasn't here wouldn't be in a containment cell. Eventually though she decided to give her name, it would increase relations. "Junior Researcher Carmen Pierce." She introduced herself nodding at his name. "So why're you here? Kill people when you touch them?

[glitchexmachina]

"Nice to meet you, Ms Pierce," Brandon nodded, chuckling. "No no, I'm not like the 'good doctor', and contrary to popular belief I'm not one of his more intelligent 'patients'. I don't like to make more work for myself than is necessary. Which reminds me, any word on when you're going to let me get back to my job?"

[jrresearcherpierce]

"Pleasure to meet you as well. And That's good to hear that I don't have to fear for my life while I'm trapped in here, however long that may be." She spoke as the emergency generator finally kicked in, bathing the room in light. "As for when you're going back to your job Mr. Graves, I have no idea what your job is but unless it's something that'll help out the Foundation I'd say the chances are slim to none that it'll ever happen." She admitted. She didn't even know what his anomalous nature was. "So Care to tell me why the Foundation took a liking to you. Obviously you're an SCP, they have to have some reason."

[glitchexmachina]

"Now, I don't remember saying that," he said. "But you are correct, you are safer here than you were out there. At least until whatever is causing the mayhem out there finds its way in here. Then we may begin the services."

"Well, in case my attire wasn't clear, I'm a caretaker of the resting grounds of the dearly departed. It seems they've taken interest in the fact that I seem to show up wherever bodies are buried. Perhaps that, and the other thing. Tell me, do you know the difference between a cemetery and a graveyard? This has nothing to do with the other thing, I'm curious if you know the answer."

[jrresearcherpierce]

"You didn't have to. You don't have to be anomalous to know that I Wasn't dead by now then you most likely didn't pose too much of a risk to me. With that being said though, the other anomalies tend to not break into other containment cells during a breach, we should be fine, at least according to my twenty minute orientation video when I became a researcher." She told him with a slight laugh and a reassuring smile.

She listened to him tell his story, what he did and how he showed up. At his question she raised an eyebrow. She really didn't have an idea and wouldn't begin to think of one. "Is the difference the fact that one is gated and one is not?" She asked, just pulling an answer from nowhere.

[jrresearcherpierce]

Open Starter

Carmen's eyes flicked across the small containment cell. It would be just her luck that while she was in the middle of research a containment breach would occur. Even moreso it would have cut the power to the whole facility. "It's okay, everything will be okay." She spoke out loud as she tried calmingm she wasn't normally a panicky person but she knew that any minute she spent in a containment cell would be another minute she put her life at risk.

[glitchexmachina]

"Of course, but fortune brought you here, and I assure you, you couldn't have picked a better place unless you found yourself in that little orange goo ball's room," he said. He'd overheard the researchers talking about visiting something called 'SCP-999' or 'Nines' as he was so affectionately nicknamed, and it sounded like a delightful entity. "I'm sorry where are my manners today?" he asked, sticking a bookmark in the place he left off in. "I don't remember what number they gave me and frankly I don't care. You may call me Brandon Graves. I understand if you don't want to share your name, but anything you'd like to be called will suffice."

[jrresearcherpierce]

"I guess you're right on that account." Carmen admitted as she heard gunfire in the distance. She could have found herself in worse, SCP-173 for example or anyone that really was Keter-class.

She debated if she wanted to tell this person her name. It was obvious he was an SCP, if he wasn't here wouldn't be in a containment cell. Eventually though she decided to give her name, it would increase relations. "Junior Researcher Carmen Pierce." She introduced herself nodding at his name. "So why're you here? Kill people when you touch them?

[glitchexmachina]

"Nice to meet you, Ms Pierce," Brandon nodded, chuckling. "No no, I'm not like the 'good doctor', and contrary to popular belief I'm not one of his more intelligent 'patients'. I don't like to make more work for myself than is necessary. Which reminds me, any word on when you're going to let me get back to my job?"

[jrresearcherpierce]

"Pleasure to meet you as well. And That's good to hear that I don't have to fear for my life while I'm trapped in here, however long that may be." She spoke as the emergency generator finally kicked in, bathing the room in light. "As for when you're going back to your job Mr. Graves, I have no idea what your job is but unless it's something that'll help out the Foundation I'd say the chances are slim to none that it'll ever happen." She admitted. She didn't even know what his anomalous nature was. "So Care to tell me why the Foundation took a liking to you. Obviously you're an SCP, they have to have some reason."

[jrresearcherpierce]

Open Starter

Carmen's eyes flicked across the small containment cell. It would be just her luck that while she was in the middle of research a containment breach would occur. Even moreso it would have cut the power to the whole facility. "It's okay, everything will be okay." She spoke out loud as she tried calmingm she wasn't normally a panicky person but she knew that any minute she spent in a containment cell would be another minute she put her life at risk.

[glitchexmachina]

"Of course, but fortune brought you here, and I assure you, you couldn't have picked a better place unless you found yourself in that little orange goo ball's room," he said. He'd overheard the researchers talking about visiting something called 'SCP-999' or 'Nines' as he was so affectionately nicknamed, and it sounded like a delightful entity. "I'm sorry where are my manners today?" he asked, sticking a bookmark in the place he left off in. "I don't remember what number they gave me and frankly I don't care. You may call me Brandon Graves. I understand if you don't want to share your name, but anything you'd like to be called will suffice."

[jrresearcherpierce]

"I guess you're right on that account." Carmen admitted as she heard gunfire in the distance. She could have found herself in worse, SCP-173 for example or anyone that really was Keter-class.

She debated if she wanted to tell this person her name. It was obvious he was an SCP, if he wasn't here wouldn't be in a containment cell. Eventually though she decided to give her name, it would increase relations. "Junior Researcher Carmen Pierce." She introduced herself nodding at his name. "So why're you here? Kill people when you touch them?

[jrresearcherpierce]

Open Starter

Carmen's eyes flicked across the small containment cell. It would be just her luck that while she was in the middle of research a containment breach would occur. Even moreso it would have cut the power to the whole facility. "It's okay, everything will be okay." She spoke out loud as she tried calmingm she wasn't normally a panicky person but she knew that any minute she spent in a containment cell would be another minute she put her life at risk.

[glitchexmachina]

"Well, statistically speaking, probably not, but you're safe here," a voice called from the other side of the room. The standard humanoid containment cell was designed like a college dorm room, but unlike being shackled by student loan debt, the resident of this cell was kept at bay by the site security and the lock on the front that he could not access. The person in the armchair was clad in a waistcoat and white shirt, neat pants that were dusted with grave dirt and wear from age. Long gray hair grew wild over the face of the man, whose ice blue eyes peered through the strands when not reading his book.

"I was going to say this was not a planned visit, but given the alarms going on outside, I'm going to presume there is more going on today."

[jrresearcherpierce]

Perhaps taking refuge inside the closest door was not the best idea as most had some form of deadly or dangerous anomaly behind them but desperate times call for desperate measures. Between the flashes of the red lights on the backup generator she knew this must not have been for an anomaly that was too dangerous. "Nope not planned at all, in fact I probably should have checked before hiding behind the first door that I found." And with confirmation she did see that she was locked in the containment cell with the individual. The young researcher looked to where the other was. "I'm not too familiar with you, are you a new arrival at the site?" She inquired.

[jrresearcherpierce]

Open Starter

Carmen's eyes flicked across the small containment cell. It would be just her luck that while she was in the middle of research a containment breach would occur. Even moreso it would have cut the power to the whole facility. "It's okay, everything will be okay." She spoke out loud as she tried calmingm she wasn't normally a panicky person but she knew that any minute she spent in a containment cell would be another minute she put her life at risk.

[jrresearcherpierce]

hallowgrovemultimuse​:

“It is odd watching humanity change around you. Their mannerisms, their technology. But, it is also a blessing to see that the Pestilence has not yet wiped them out.” SCP-049 said. “And I am thankful that you understand.” He remembered some of the strange creatures he had met on his journeys. They had been so unlike himself, and yet so willing to help at times.

He was about to recount a tale from the time of the bubonic plague, but the sound of a voice outside the door distracted him.

“Heelllp!” It yelled out in a masculine voice. The sound of claws against the hard, sterile floors emanated alongside it.

SCP-049 narrowed his eyes. Was somebody being chased by an entity? He felt as if something were off here. This did not feel right.

He looked at the doctor, hoping she would know something. “Do you happen to know who that may be?” The plague doctor asked. “I do not sense the pestilence from them, but…”

“Heeeelp!” The voice came once again. “Is anyone there?!”

“I’m sure that it is strange, especially with all the technology that we have right now.” Carmen admitted.

Carmen’s mind immediately stopped in it’s tracks as she heard the call for help. She recognized that voice, it was Dr. Wilkens voice. Carmen’s first instinct was to open the door immediately, she had been on a couple of dates with the other doctor and held some type of feelings for him, but then again protocol dictated that they were to stay in a safe place and not to open for anyone but rescue personnel.

“Unfortunately I do know who it is, it’s a friend of mine, that being said with something so close I don’t know if we could save him in time.” She commented, her hand on the door handle ready to open the door to the hallway. “I don’t know what to do, I honestly don’t know. We all know the dangers but he could be in trouble.” She told the plague doctor. “I don’t want another doctor to die for something that I could have prevented.”

[jrresearcherpierce]

hallowgrovemultimuse​:

“Yes Doctor.” The plague doctor nodded. He still wished to go cure the guards he had seen before, but he knew that the junior researcher would likely be upset by him doing such a thing. Instead, he decided to follow her command. Afterall, she did get him his subjects. “While locking the door may be a good idea, SCP-173 was able to enter my cell quite easily.”

Still, he followed her in. The entity that had been following them left within the hallway. He wondered just how long it would be until the chaos was reigned in. He had to admit that he quite liked being out and about though. Being cooped up in containment became somewhat boring at times. Now he got to see what was in the doctor’s office. He began to look at her books, and items.

“Tell me, do any of these hold some form of sentimental value to you Doctor?” He asked, now distracted by the decor within her office. He wished that he could have had some of his memories placed inside of his chambers. Many of his items had been taken from him, some which he had cared about dearly. Even with the dangers lurking outside right now, he found himself sighing with an ounce of melancholy.

“I don’t doubt that 173 could get in easily, but he won’t know that my office is even an office, it’s barely larger than a broom closet, enough to allow me to have some peace and quiet for research.” She admitted. “I don’t think 173 is just going to be breaking into random doors, though I haven’t been here long enough to know what it does in security breaches. 

Carmen was surprised that she had managed to scare off the entity enough to get them to the safety of her office, she didn’t think a shoe would scare away what she assumed was an apex predator. Carmen sat at her desk while 049 looked around the small office space. she looked up from the monitor that showed that there was an ongoing base lockdown and all individuals should shelter in place and prevent entry unless it was by MTF personnel.

“Some of them do hold sentimental value. That picture is of my parents and me before I joined the Foundation. The art I have is just because I like it, same with the books. My office isn’t big but I like it how it’s small, gives me a nice cozy feeling.” She told him as she looked at the picture of her family. “I don’t know how long we’re going to be here, the longest breach I’ve heard of lased over half a day, if it lasts longer than a few hours please feel free to leave and do as you wish, but know the council will probably revoke you privileges, at least here I can try to explain the situation.”

[hallowgrovemultimuse-deactivate]

He gave a sad chuckle, “I would set them up within each new laboratory I made for myself as I traveled. I kept some within my bag, but others have been left behind, gathering dust somewhere out in the world. I would show you, but the Foundation is set on containing most anomalies they find, and I wish not to bring attention to those I may have worked with along the way.”

SCP-049 was happy that he was allowed to stay, though he continued to regret that he had not cured those guards. Then again, judging by the yelling and sudden gunfire in the distance, he could only guess whether or not they would make it through this. He sighed. So many good subjects were being wasted.

When the laptop was presented to him, the Plague Doctor became intrigued by the video. It reminded him of the long treks he had taken on his earlier journeys, back when he had been free to cure his patients throughout the world. “Yes, it is nice to see nature once more. I thank you for that. It truly is amazing how technology has changed since the pestilence began.” But, when had it began. That was something he still did not remember.

[jrresearcherpierce]

“That’s understandable you’re looking out for others safety you’ve come into contact with.” It did slightly concern her not knowing if it meant associates or past projects of trying to cure the Pestilence. If there were other instances out in the world that would be bad but figuring that out wasn’t her top priority, staying alive was.

Carmen heard the gunfire and fighting in the halls, there was something tremendous happening with this containment breach. Had the Chaos Insurgency orchestrated a mass breakout or something. Carmen though tried to block it out, she didn’t want to think of the death this event was causing.

carmen was glad that the plague doctor could get something from the video at least. Of course she couldn’t tell from facial expressions what the SCP was feeling but she could sense it in the feeling of the room around them. “Glad I could share it with you. “I’m sure it’s much different for you because it’s so much more different from when I was a kid and I haven’t been around nearly as long as you.” She chuckled.

[jrresearcherpierce]

hallowgrovemultimuse​:

“Yes Doctor.” The plague doctor nodded. He still wished to go cure the guards he had seen before, but he knew that the junior researcher would likely be upset by him doing such a thing. Instead, he decided to follow her command. Afterall, she did get him his subjects. “While locking the door may be a good idea, SCP-173 was able to enter my cell quite easily.”

Still, he followed her in. The entity that had been following them left within the hallway. He wondered just how long it would be until the chaos was reigned in. He had to admit that he quite liked being out and about though. Being cooped up in containment became somewhat boring at times. Now he got to see what was in the doctor’s office. He began to look at her books, and items.

“Tell me, do any of these hold some form of sentimental value to you Doctor?” He asked, now distracted by the decor within her office. He wished that he could have had some of his memories placed inside of his chambers. Many of his items had been taken from him, some which he had cared about dearly. Even with the dangers lurking outside right now, he found himself sighing with an ounce of melancholy.

“I don’t doubt that 173 could get in easily, but he won’t know that my office is even an office, it’s barely larger than a broom closet, enough to allow me to have some peace and quiet for research.” She admitted. “I don’t think 173 is just going to be breaking into random doors, though I haven’t been here long enough to know what it does in security breaches. 

Carmen was surprised that she had managed to scare off the entity enough to get them to the safety of her office, she didn’t think a shoe would scare away what she assumed was an apex predator. Carmen sat at her desk while 049 looked around the small office space. she looked up from the monitor that showed that there was an ongoing base lockdown and all individuals should shelter in place and prevent entry unless it was by MTF personnel.

“Some of them do hold sentimental value. That picture is of my parents and me before I joined the Foundation. The art I have is just because I like it, same with the books. My office isn’t big but I like it how it’s small, gives me a nice cozy feeling.” She told him as she looked at the picture of her family. “I don’t know how long we’re going to be here, the longest breach I’ve heard of lased over half a day, if it lasts longer than a few hours please feel free to leave and do as you wish, but know the council will probably revoke you privileges, at least here I can try to explain the situation.”

[hallowgrovemultimuse-deactivate]

The plague doctor nodded, “Memories. We all wish to keep them close. I too had pictures. Pictures and reminders of what I had before.” He said, staring at the photo. Whatever entity was outside could already be heard becoming distracted by yet another human, likely a guard based on the sounds of fire. 049 did not pay it much mind. He was used to this by now.

“I do not wish to lose my ability to work on my cure. I will choose to stay here, if that is alright.” He reached into his cloak and produced his bag, taking out one of his implements to clean with a rag. Then, he searched for a place to sit, finding a chair on the other side of her desk. “I will admit, it is nice seeing more than just my cell and the interview rooms. I do not know how long it has been since I have explored this far. Sometimes I wonder if the sky will look the same to me if I ever did see it again.”

He was aware that so long as the Foundation viewed him as a threat, the plague doctor would continue to be housed in that containment chamber, but at least he could do his work again now. That was, if he did not get into trouble for his escape today.

[jrresearcherpierce]

“You had pictures and belongings? I thought the only thing that you had were your journal, bag, and your stick, which got confiscated for safety reasons?” She inquired. She hadn’t gone to log any of 049′s possessions herself as they weren’t really pertinent to her reports. She listened as the entity continued on its own hunt, leaving them safe for now.

“It’s more than fine, gives me company while I wait this out and you have my word I will do everything in my power to ensure you’re not punished, it was life or death for you and I would take that up with the Ethics Committee.” She pomised him. She had too much of her research invested in 049. Carmen felt that as much as she hadn’t wanted to undertake this assignment it would help build her career at the Foundation. 

Upon hearing that he missed seeing the sky, or any of the outside world she felt a bit of sorrow for the doctor. “I mean it’s not much, just the same repeating sections of halls and doors, but I guess for you it is a change a pace.” With a quick thought she pulled her laptop out of it’s case lying beside her desk and quickly found a saved video. “Oh-Four-Nine, I know that this isn’t the same as going outside but you can at least see outside.” As she started the video it was shot from a mounted Go-Pro of a hike up a slight mountain. “I can’t give you the outside world but I can give you videos of it.” She offered.

[jrresearcherpierce]

hallowgrovemultimuse​:

“Yes Doctor.” The plague doctor nodded. He still wished to go cure the guards he had seen before, but he knew that the junior researcher would likely be upset by him doing such a thing. Instead, he decided to follow her command. Afterall, she did get him his subjects. “While locking the door may be a good idea, SCP-173 was able to enter my cell quite easily.”

Still, he followed her in. The entity that had been following them left within the hallway. He wondered just how long it would be until the chaos was reigned in. He had to admit that he quite liked being out and about though. Being cooped up in containment became somewhat boring at times. Now he got to see what was in the doctor’s office. He began to look at her books, and items.

“Tell me, do any of these hold some form of sentimental value to you Doctor?” He asked, now distracted by the decor within her office. He wished that he could have had some of his memories placed inside of his chambers. Many of his items had been taken from him, some which he had cared about dearly. Even with the dangers lurking outside right now, he found himself sighing with an ounce of melancholy.

“I don’t doubt that 173 could get in easily, but he won’t know that my office is even an office, it’s barely larger than a broom closet, enough to allow me to have some peace and quiet for research.” She admitted. “I don’t think 173 is just going to be breaking into random doors, though I haven’t been here long enough to know what it does in security breaches. 

Carmen was surprised that she had managed to scare off the entity enough to get them to the safety of her office, she didn’t think a shoe would scare away what she assumed was an apex predator. Carmen sat at her desk while 049 looked around the small office space. she looked up from the monitor that showed that there was an ongoing base lockdown and all individuals should shelter in place and prevent entry unless it was by MTF personnel.

“Some of them do hold sentimental value. That picture is of my parents and me before I joined the Foundation. The art I have is just because I like it, same with the books. My office isn’t big but I like it how it’s small, gives me a nice cozy feeling.” She told him as she looked at the picture of her family. “I don’t know how long we’re going to be here, the longest breach I’ve heard of lased over half a day, if it lasts longer than a few hours please feel free to leave and do as you wish, but know the council will probably revoke you privileges, at least here I can try to explain the situation.”

[jrresearcherpierce]

hallowgrovemultimuse​:

SCP-049 could understand Dr. Pierce’s fear. Many of the creatures contained on this site were fatal, or worse. He listened to her speak, whilst looking around for possible danger to his own safety, that being angered guards and mobile task force agents. He never enjoyed their sedatives and shock batons.

“I saw several of the friendlier subjects wandering about, but alongside 173, I believe SCP 106 was present. As well as myself, of course.” He thought hard for a moment, “Come to think of it, there was an unfamiliar member of staff who came to my chambers earlier this day.” He tried to remember the man. Had he been another escaped SCP? No, he did not seem anomalous in the least. But there had been something strange about him.

He turned at the sound of footsteps, and saw SCP-372 out of the corner of his eye. He had never met this entity before, but he could tell that its intentions were to hunt.

“Something is here…”

That was just great, she had 049, who albeit for a good reason had escaped, 173, and 106 at least. They were going to have a lot of casualties. Fumbling around her pockets she produced a Foundation issued phone and dialed a number. “This is junior researcher Pierce, I’m on floor minus four, we need immediate MTF and security response for extraction. I am safe for now with 049, he poses no risk to me.” She spoke over the phone, having to repeat her request a few times due to the nervousness of the situation and her rhotacism. 

Carmen heard the footsteps but yet didn’t see anything, which highly concerned her. Trying to rummage through her brain of safety briefs she had undergone after being placed at the site, she remembered a single SCP that this might be, 37-something. She couldn’t remember the number, or much about it, something about it being invisible, or maybe not able to be seen, but she did remember one thing, it was deadly. Carmen looked towards 049. “We’re going to go to my office and lock ourselves inside of it. It’s the safest place we can get to on this floor. If I die, which there’s a high probability I will, I need you to go to my office and stay there, you’ll be safe from the more murderous SCPs.” She spoke, seeing the flash of movement from the corner of her eyes. Taking off her heels she threw one of them at where she presumed the creature was, making contact with it and making it back off a little bit. “Oh-Four-Nine, time to move.” She urged.

[jrresearcherpierce]

hallowgrovemultimuse​:

SCP-049 had enjoyed his meetings with the doctor, and he had felt as if he may have finally gained a peer of his level, possibly even a friend to share his studies with. He had been transcribing more of his notes into the book he had been given when the alarms began to blare. Looking up, he noticed that the door to his containment chamber had been opened.

He froze when he saw SCP-173 in the doorway. The plague doctor had dealt with the statue once before. He blinked once, then twice until the statue was far enough away from the opening, then got up to squeeze by it and take his leave from the room. Thankfully, it had not managed to get its concrete arms around his neck. But, he was also out in the halls. The staff would not be happy. But, what other choice did he have? Perhaps this would be a boon.

He could cure some of the guards he had sensed the pestilence on now, after all. As he made his way through the halls, he noticed a few other SCPs wandering about, some more dangerous than others. It was unusual for several of the Foundation’s anomalies to escape at once. Once he had passed them, he fell into his own thoughts, so much so that he didn’t notice the doctor until she spoke.

“Ah, Doctor Pierce. I am pleased to see you well. While I am sorry for leaving my quarters, you must understand that it is rather hard to focus on my work when 173 is in there with me. In fact, it would seem that many of your subjects are loose.” He explained. Hopefully the statue hadn’t touched his notebook while he was gone.

Carmen didn’t know how many SCP’s had breached containment, they typically didn’t announce that, just that there was a containment breach and that you’d hae to get someplace safe and wait for security or an MTF. Carmen hoped that they would be present soon.

“That’s understandable then of why you felt the need to leave....wait you said 173?” Upon hearing 049 say that he saw 173, her fears became heightened. this went from something that could be simple to fix to an MTF problem, there were at least three fatalities just from 173′s breach. “Alright stay calm Carmen, things are going to be fine.” She spoke to herself, trying to calm herself down. “Oh-Four-Nine, how many SCPs did you see out of containment on your way here?” She asked with a sigh. “I was not planning on literally running away from SCPs that want to kill me in heels today.” She complained, hearing movement coming down the hallway that didn’t sound like the footsteps she wanted to hear.

[jrresearcherpierce]

hallowgrovemultimuse​:

049 was pleased with this outcome. He was going to get more subjects now, more ways in which to study a means to cure the pestilence. And, if he simply wrote in the language of the staff, perhaps he would be understood. This had been as much a breakthrough for him as for her.

“Thank you Doctor. I am truly grateful.” He said, bowing his head before returning the eye contact. “You are doing the world a favor by helping me. As of now, you do not have the pestilence, but if you ever do appear to have contracted it…” He hesitated, as if straining, “Then I will try to resist curing you, but only for a time.”

After the meeting, the plague doctor had been pacing his containment chamber. It was only a few days later that he was pulled into another meeting.

He looked at the Junior Researched, then slowly shook his head. “No. You have not contracted it. You are clean. You have no need to be frightened of me.”

“That’s good that I haven’t contracted it yet there’s still so much to do.” She told him, shakily as she pulled out a leatherbound notebook from underneath her lab coat. “The O-5 have approved of the concession to allow you to have a single subject every two weeks for your scientific studies on the grounds that you transcribe your notes into English or French, whichever may be best for you.” As she explained the concession she also brought out a simple pencil, they wouldn’t trust him with anything more than that as a writing utensil for fear of a containment breach.

“Now Doctor I have a few more questions if you don’t mind. Before you were found, were you ever a human yourself? Or for as long as you can remember have you had your plague doctor outfit?” She inquired ensuring that it got recorded on tape for the records. “Also beyond curing the pestilence are you able to cure other sicknesses? The flu, smallpox?”

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His eyes were drawn to the book and the pencil as an excitement grew within him. If they were alright with him writing in French, then he would do so. It was a language that he was most used to. English was of course, fine as well. “Thank you, Doctor. You will not regret this.” He longed to get to work right away, but he knew that this meeting was of great importance for the junior researcher.

SCP-049 listened to her inquiries and tried to focus, rather than allowing his mind to wander to his cure and its study. He pondered for a while, taping his fingers against the table.

He cleared his throat, then spoke. “I do not remember a time in which I did not wear this garment or this mask. In fact, it was only after meeting me that other doctors followed suit. As for the other diseases, I have not tried. My touch appears to be deadly, which is helpful to my cure, but not for much else.”

He looked at his hands for a moment, then sounded melancholy, “I wish they did not do that at times.”

[jrresearcherpierce]

“I’m placing a lot of trust in you, from one doctor to another.” With each meeting with 049, Carmen was getting a better understanding and a respect for the SCP. Though Carmen hoped that she wasn’t going to regret placing trust in him, everything that happened could then be blamed on her and her alone.

Upon the answer to her question she was surprised to hear the answer. “So you’re saying that you were the reason that plague doctors came about? That’s interesting and magnificent. As for the second question that does seem logical.” Carmen made sure to take down notes for everything he said along with the vocal recordings.

“Well Oh-Four-Nine, with that I will leave you to transcribing and tomorrow you should have a few D-class brought to you to determine which are best for your studies seeing as we can’t determine who has the pestilence and who does not.” She announced standing up before being escorted out of the room.

A few days later Carmen was finishing up some paperwork in her small office space, things seemed to be going well with 049 as far as she could tell, he was now being supplied by D-Class of his choosing to continue his own research while the Foundation learned more about him. But as she stepped out of her office and started making her way down the hall the short woman soon heard the alarms start to sound. “Another containment breach we just had one last week.” She sighed, a fearful tone in her voice. knowing the protocol the doors would be locked by the time she got to one, looks like she had to stick it out until security got things under control. As she wandered the halls, attempting to find them she eventually saw a figure of someone who she didn’t suspect to be, 049. “Oh-Four-Nine, what are you doing out of containment, you should be wandering the halls.” She announced, looking up at the figure who was over a foot taller than her.

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hallowgrovemultimuse​:

049 was pleased with this outcome. He was going to get more subjects now, more ways in which to study a means to cure the pestilence. And, if he simply wrote in the language of the staff, perhaps he would be understood. This had been as much a breakthrough for him as for her.

“Thank you Doctor. I am truly grateful.” He said, bowing his head before returning the eye contact. “You are doing the world a favor by helping me. As of now, you do not have the pestilence, but if you ever do appear to have contracted it…” He hesitated, as if straining, “Then I will try to resist curing you, but only for a time.”

After the meeting, the plague doctor had been pacing his containment chamber. It was only a few days later that he was pulled into another meeting.

He looked at the Junior Researched, then slowly shook his head. “No. You have not contracted it. You are clean. You have no need to be frightened of me.”

“That’s good that I haven’t contracted it yet there’s still so much to do.” She told him, shakily as she pulled out a leatherbound notebook from underneath her lab coat. “The O-5 have approved of the concession to allow you to have a single subject every two weeks for your scientific studies on the grounds that you transcribe your notes into English or French, whichever may be best for you.” As she explained the concession she also brought out a simple pencil, they wouldn’t trust him with anything more than that as a writing utensil for fear of a containment breach.

“Now Doctor I have a few more questions if you don’t mind. Before you were found, were you ever a human yourself? Or for as long as you can remember have you had your plague doctor outfit?” She inquired ensuring that it got recorded on tape for the records. “Also beyond curing the pestilence are you able to cure other sicknesses? The flu, smallpox?”

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hallowgrovemultimuse​:

He looked at the guard once more, then returned his attention to her. “So be it. Once the man is removed, I will show you my notes.” He was dismayed that a possible patient was being taken from his midst, but perhaps he would one day get another chance to aid him.

He waited for the guard to leave, then for his hands to be uncuffed. Once free, 049 reached into one of his pockets and produced a small leather notebook. He placed it onto the table. “These are all of my notes, Doctor.” He had little hope that she would understand them, but maybe if he were lucky, she would be the one who could.

“I am also quite thankful that you will aid in my research. I look forward to my new subjects.” The plague doctor nodded. This was one of the few researchers who seemed to care about his work enough to help him.

Two breaches in protocol so far, she was down a guard and she had released the restraints of a well know danger to personnel. Upon the presentation of his notebook she put on a pair of gloves and proceeded to look the notes. It was as she expected, she couldn’t understand most of it. There were a few things that she felt that she could understand but without context 99% of what was there was in fact an unknown language that she couldn’t understand what she could was with visual aids inside the journal. “Doctor, would it be any way possible for you to transcribe the language in your journal into English or French? You can speak both languages fluently. If you’re willing it’ll give me more of a leeway to get you subjects for your research.” She reasoned. She didn’t know if this approach had been made, if it had they hadn’t put it in their notes.

“The way I see it the only way we can continue to learn from you is if we let you continue your own research. I presume the zombies are not the idea perfection I assume you want the people to stay people right?” She inquired the SCP, closing the notebook in the process before taking a seat again.

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“Your assumption is correct. However, their current form is the only means as of now to remove the pestilence from their bodies. I have not yet found a better option.” He looked her in the eye as he continued to speak. “I can however attempt to re-write my notes in the english language. I will need another book.”

049 turned his attention to the table, staring down at it with a short sigh. “May I ask Doctor, why you seem to be the only one who wishes to truly understand this? You do not seem to be frightened of my work, nor myself. It is unusual for someone in the employment of the Foundation.”

He had only ever met one person before who seemed to want to understand, but even they had eventually betrayed him. It seemed as if there were no humans who could, or even wished to see him cure the pestilence. Instead, they had locked him in a cell, even punishing him when he had cured one of their fellow doctors. It had been in the man’s best interest, and yet they had accused him of turning him into a ‘vegetable’.

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It seemed as though her gamble on the protocols seemed to be aking a breakthrough. “Consider that request granted then.” She spoke, until now she had attempted to not make direct eye contact with 049, but with her deal coming to fruition she made eye contact with him, which made her unease in the situation ever more present. 

“Oh-Four-Nine, I’m absolutely terrified of both you and your work, I know that albeit not your intentions you have in fact harmed other Foundation staff and I know that one day I could come in here and have the Pestilence. But I’m a scientist that has a streak of curiosity and a want to understand the unknown, not to mention a duty to the foundation to study you.” She spoke, her words were all true, but as uneasy as he made her feel and as terrifying as the experience was this was a significant difference than working on Safe class SCPs hat had little to no sentience.

“I’ll return in a day or two with a new notebook and the news on the status of your D-Class.” She spoke, getting up once more and looking at the SCP.

A few days later she did in fact return and after a strict chewing out by her superiors she was able to push her case up to the O-5 Council. “Oh-Four-Nine, I have to start off this encounter with do you sense that I’m infected?” She inquired, her voice a bit shaky, along with her legs as she set her small recorder onto the table. 

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hallowgrovemultimuse​:

He looked at the guard once more, then returned his attention to her. “So be it. Once the man is removed, I will show you my notes.” He was dismayed that a possible patient was being taken from his midst, but perhaps he would one day get another chance to aid him.

He waited for the guard to leave, then for his hands to be uncuffed. Once free, 049 reached into one of his pockets and produced a small leather notebook. He placed it onto the table. “These are all of my notes, Doctor.” He had little hope that she would understand them, but maybe if he were lucky, she would be the one who could.

“I am also quite thankful that you will aid in my research. I look forward to my new subjects.” The plague doctor nodded. This was one of the few researchers who seemed to care about his work enough to help him.

Two breaches in protocol so far, she was down a guard and she had released the restraints of a well know danger to personnel. Upon the presentation of his notebook she put on a pair of gloves and proceeded to look the notes. It was as she expected, she couldn’t understand most of it. There were a few things that she felt that she could understand but without context 99% of what was there was in fact an unknown language that she couldn’t understand what she could was with visual aids inside the journal. “Doctor, would it be any way possible for you to transcribe the language in your journal into English or French? You can speak both languages fluently. If you’re willing it’ll give me more of a leeway to get you subjects for your research.” She reasoned. She didn’t know if this approach had been made, if it had they hadn’t put it in their notes.

“The way I see it the only way we can continue to learn from you is if we let you continue your own research. I presume the zombies are not the idea perfection I assume you want the people to stay people right?” She inquired the SCP, closing the notebook in the process before taking a seat again.

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hallowgrovemultimuse​:

“You would give me a subject? I accept this deal then.” He closed his eyes, looking down at the table. “I understand this backup. I do hope you will acquire more subjects soon.” 049 understood the Foundation’s fear of him, but he was just attempting to cure the pestilence, nothing more.

“I do not sense that you are infected.” The plague doctor said. He looked at one of the guards. “That one however, is suffering. If you were to release me, I could cure him of his ills.” His eyes stared widely at the man, as if transfixed on him.

It was beyond 049 as to why he was not allowed to cure people. It made them better, and it should have been obvious to everyone. Why were there so few who could see that his work was merciful?

“I will attempt to give you a subject, I can’t make any guarantees, I am only a junior researcher.” She informed him, hoping that she could pull it off. “That being said I’ll be assigned to you until the foundation decides to switch.” She informed him, giving the SCP a slight smile.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she was told she wasn’t infected whatever the pestilence may be, but if she was going to try and figure more about 049 then she needed to ensure that nobody around them had been marked by the SCP as infected. “Step outside please and ensure that you don’t get put on this security detail again.” Carmen announced, turning her head to the guard who was apparently infected.

“Now Oh-Four-Nine, I can’t let you do that to him. the O5 Council nor the Ethics Committee would allow that, but once he’s removed I am more than willing to remove your restraints so you may help me understand your notebook.” She tried to bargain. Sure it would be breaking protocol but she was sure that it would help them in the future, understand whatever language could be written in that notebook and figure out what he meant by the Pestilence.

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Open Starter

Carmen pulled off her glasses off an rubbed her eyes, looking at the digital clock that hung on the wall of her small office. The clock read 2200, a time that meant in her work she had ended up passing out at her desk. “Time to go and get some decent sleep in an actual bed.” She murmured to herself, saving the file on the current SCP she was tasked with, SCP 1123, on her computer before giving a yawn and stepping out of her tiny space. Walking down the hallways gave her an eerie feeling, the only noise was the clicking of the heels of her pumps as she made her way to the elevator to go to her on site living quarters. Before she made it to her goal though the emergency lights began flashing red. 

“Attention all personnel on levels -2 through -4 there has been a containment breach in those sectors, please make your way to the nearest safe room where possible and await further instructions.”

The voice rang through the corridors, it’s calm tone showed how used to this situation happening everyone tended to be, even for Carmen being fairly new to the Foundation it was something she had already grown accustomed to. With a sigh Carmen slipped her heels off her feet, if she was gonna need to run, the heels would only be a hinderance, before making her way to the nearest safe room to wait it out, until she ended up bumping into someone. “Oh I’m sorry, just making my way to the safe room.” She commented, giving them a polite smile.