"The O5 council has been discussing this for a good amount of time. You have to wonder what they're talking about." An MTF guard says to the newest member.
She's an animatronic that stands at a comfortable 7 feet tall and has been able to wrestle some of the more dangerous SCPs. This got her a quick promotion to being a guard for the O5.
"I do, but I also don't want to find out what their talking about."
"If you say so."
The radio crackles to life, and an O5 member calls her in.
"Well, good luck." The guard hides a chuckle. She swears that some humans here truly are idiots.
It's dark around the center of a half circle table, most likely to hide the faces of the O5. There's a small step-up stage for presentations and talks.
O-1 motion for her to stand on it.
"Earth, please remove your helmet." She does, and a few gasp. She doesn't know why. They should have expected this since they were probably discussing her.
"Permission to speak?" Her voice is firm and steady.
"Permission granted."
"Why am I here?"
"You have been chosen of a special mission. For this mission, you will contact SCP-13330 the entire time or every day at dawn without fail. You will act as a friend to SCP-13330-1 for your time there. If you accept, you will get special training in understanding psychology, fighting the paranormal, and acting."
"May I ask another question?"
"Yes."
"Why do I need to act as a friend."
"They are keeping information away from us, and SCP-13330-1 has requested an animatronic. Due to the fact these SCPs get violent when not given what they want, you have been chosen to go there. Any more questions?"
"Yes. How dangerous is this mission?"
"Very. Almost every person who has walked into that house has died."
"What the personality of SCP-13330-1?"
"From what we know: cold, tired, easily madden, and constantly worrying. It has changed to being more open as time has gone on, but we ask you not to count on this. We haven't seen him ourselves enough to tell if these are true. We only have interviews to go off of, and a few times we met him. You will be gathering information on him and his family during your stay."
"Any information you need specifically?"
"We want to know why the family died and when they died." O-4 pulls out a file. "We suggest you read this over. It's a case of all the interviews we could get." The file is thin with only 3 papers inside.
"Why is there so few?"
"As said, almost anyone who enters the house dies. This makes it hard to get any information."
"I see." She pauses to think. If she does this, she'll be in danger, but she'll get a rise. With how dangerous it sounds, she deserves a rise. "How much if a rise?"
"20% rise."
She admits her eyes widen. 20% more of her pay, that's a tall order. "I'll take the job. When does training start?" She tries and mostly succeeds to hide her shock.
"Tuesday at 5 am in Site 19, the training rooms and therapist office."
"Thank you. May I leave?"
"Yes. Also, you have the day off to look over it."
She takes the file and heads home. Excided and terrified of what's to come.
The next morning, after she daily routine, she reads the first entry.
"This is Doctor John doing an interview with SCP-13330-" a slam is heard.
"I'm Eclipse. For the last time!"
"Doing an interview with Eclipse." His voice is stiffer. "Can you explain how you got here?"
"I bought this house and found out there's ghost. You guys know the rest." SCP-13330-1 sounds like he's ready to hit the guy.
"Can you put your feet down?"
"No. It's my house!"
"It's annoying." They both sound annoyed.
"So?"
"It's rude." His voice is tight.
"I don't have to listen to you."
"Yes, you do! You are an SCP we need to study, and if you don't comply- *gasp*." He ends with a sharp gasp of fear.
"Are you threatening my son?" A gravely voice rings out.
"Dad. It's ok. He just doesn't know how to behave." SCP-13330-1 sounds afraid.
"Then I can teach him." The record cuts.
"So again, humans were dumb." Earth faceplams. If he just didn't bark out, he would have been fine. He probably was like that the entire time he was there, too.
She doesn't think all humans are dumb. Just for some reason, the ones here ARE. She starts on the next paper.
"Hello. Eclipse."
"Thanks for using my name." Sarcasm lines his voice. "It's so hard to do that, right?"
"Can we start?" She seems patient.
"Sure." A chair creeks.
"First question: we noticed your family said they were killed by a king, yes?"
"What about it?"
"There hasn't been a king on USA soil in history."
"Correction, there has. Just a territories group burnt all the books and anything saying that." Eclipse has a 'smart' tone of voice.
"Thanks for clarifying that."
No reply.
"Second question: how many ghost are there?"
"7. You guys count Rusty and Harvest as one person, Bloodmoon."
"I see."
No reply
"Third question: How did your family die."
The sound of leather shifting is heard.
"Eclipse, please sit still."
"You asked an awful question."
"We need to know this."
"They don't want to tell you. You have the basic on how they died. You don't need it anymore." SCP-13330-1 pushes.
"But we do to fully understand you and your family."
"We don't want to tell you."
"Please answer the question." Her voice remains calm.
"Here's a hint for Moon. Do you have an anti-virus on you?"
"No."
"Moon!" Can't tell if it's fear or just calling for SCP-13330-6.
There's a sound of liquid splattering and bones shattering. The record ends.
That's... something. So don't push for answers. Got it.
"So what questions do you have?" SCP-13330-1 is tired in this one.
"Would you like to do this on the couch?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You're laying down."
"So? Just ask your dumb questions." SCP-13330-1 sounds physical fatigued.
"How is your family?"
"Good."
"How are you?"
"Good." Both times he sounds tired.
"Do you want help?"
"Help?"
"We have noticed early signs of depression."
"I'm fine. Just tired from you guys bugging me."
"Anything we can do?"
"Leave." There's a puase. "Like now."
"Eclipse, we need to finish this."
"No, we don't. Please just leave." The personal doesn't move. "I will send my family after you."
"Ok. Let me ask my team." The personal leaves the room to ask. Record end.
The last person survived because they were nice and left when asked. "Ok. This was taken a few years ago. So if he was getting depression back, then he probably has it now." She mutters to herself.
Eclipse must be lonely if he feels the need to ask for a friend. She'll be his best friend, no matter what.
Tomorrow is her first day of training. It wouldn't hurt to look up tips and such about depression or approaching people.
She arrives early in the training room. She's wearing the under suite of her gear.
Today, she'll do a small workout and then start learning how to deal with the paranormal.
She'll have to learn all the rules by heart, learn body language, psychology, acting, and how to care for an animatronic's wounds in case anything happens.
She doesn't like the acting, but if she needs to do some acting, she'll do it.
It'll take roughly a year, and some to learn all this. This is one of the better things about being an animatronic.
She can't wait to meet Eclipse.
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