Well, that went beyond a mere ‘who are you’ question. Hell, that answered the what and why as well! Still, the question remains, what to do with this kind of information? This being has fully admitted to being a creature that breaks the laws of reality, and probably does it in unfathomable ways. That would make his new guest unbelievably dangerous, unpredictable, and might be completely untrustworthy.
Huh, that sounds a lot like himself.
“Welp, turning everything into a hellscape wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve heard of,” At least something will still be here, unlike some of the other threats he’s received “But, I would prefer that not happening regardless, so how about this,” Standing up from his seat, he steps closer to the resting doctor “For the time that you wish to stay here, I will provide you a place to work, supplies, and perhaps even some test subjects,” That part is iffy considering that journal mentioned that living human beings were needed for research.
“However!” Leaning in a bit, a bit of his darkness shrouds the area to make his point ever so clear “Should I find that your progress is putting people of the Mansion into danger, I will not hesitate to shut down your progress before I personally disintegrate you.” Standing up, he brushes off his jacket as the darkness recedes back to wherever it came from “Now, rest until you feel better, and find me once you leave here.” Turning on his heel, he walks towards the entrance before pausing there.
Honestly, the young teen doesn’t really know what to make of what little he gleamed from that tome of information. This might simply be the deranged dreams of a mad doctor, and he could be fueling something terrible. Yet at the same time he has seen so many things that people regarded as deranged and impossible. The undead, the forces of both Heaven and Hell, freaks of science, and living bio-mechanical weapons are merely the tip of the iceberg.
It is equally as possible that this disease does in fact exist than that it doesn’t. He’s erred on the side of caution for this long when it comes to possible threats, and something like this sounds at least at the scale of solar system erasure of dangerous. However, the worst case scenario might just be Multiversal. Either or, he won’t be unprepared for such a case scenario- even if it means giving resources to this unpleasant being.
With an unseen frown, he continues out the door to complete his other tasks for the day.
049 didn’t respond, there was no need to. Honestly he was planning on leaving after he’s recovered, he wasn’t thinking of staying, mostly because he was certain the foundation would find him and take him back. If he stayed on the move than he could prevent any more issues for anyone but himself-- however it seemed that this individual was completely keen on keeping here. In a sense it was both good and bad.
Both in the way of test subjects.
049 couldn’t guarantee the safety of the residents, if they fell ill he couldn’t allow them to grow sick and perish, he would have to cure them. But he wouldn’t conduct experiments on them! They aren’t sick after all, why kill someone for something like that. He only preformed tests on those he thought to be sick. This could make finding him subjects relatively difficult but at the same time startlingly easy if one knew where to look. In conditions as nice as this mansion seemed to be in, he doubted that the pestilence could flourish as freely as it does in other places-- too clean and bright.
Watching as the stranger left, he stayed laying on the bed-- he still didn’t know a single thing about anything that was going on at this moment. Where he was, what he was doing, what he was supposed to do. This mansion made his head hurt, gave him a discomfort that he didn’t quite appreciate. There was a sense of distaste in it all. He was weighing his options of whether or not he should leave, thinking about the pros and cons of the situation. What he could do if he did in fact stay here with these strangers.
On one hand, if he stayed, he got test subjects. He could learn more about the pestilence and it was very possible he could get protection as well. If he just worked and worked, without much contact with others, he could even ignore if the other’s have the pestilence and wait for it to break out violently in the mansion to show them just how dangerous this disease is. Making that little threat in the beginning void in every way-- that is, if the disease breaks out at all. If not than there’d be no point in the matter.
On the other hand, he was confide in a mansion with people who had a chance of being sociable. He had to follow rules of individuals he hardly knew, who most likely didn’t understand him at all. Didn’t understand what he was doing. This could be a very, very big problem. He couldn’t answer the questions they asked, it wouldn’t make sense to them all, and should something happen with the foundation he can’t really fight back either.
He has only two abilities after all, these two making him an SCP. That would be a deathly touch and the ability to revive individuals from the dead.