Capítulo 5: The aftermath of the anomalies
"I'M SO SORRY!!" Dr. Sarbosa bows repeatedly to Jordan and D-9982. They are currently in her office. She has empty frames all over the walls. Her desk is filled with capsules.
"Okay okay. I accept your apology. Just stop bowing. You're going to snap your spine." Jordan says.
"Oh good! I was worried you'd never forgive me." She smiles while scratching her head.
"Now can you explain what it was all about?" D-9982 is getting impatient. Dr. Sarbosa becomes serious.
"Well...I read about SCP-106, not to mention other anomalous activities from previous events, and I was excited to find out that 106 was actually injured! So I thought that Angel Girl would maybe kill SCP-682. I'M SO SORRY!!" She bows repeatedly again.
"Please stop that." Jordan sighs. "What I really want to know is how you can see her?" Jordan points at Nearly Witches, who is examining one of the frames.
"That's easy. I stopped taking my medication."
"Excuse me?"
"She suffers from schizophrenia." D-9982 answers. "I recognize the three capsules on her desk that my aunt takes as well for her condition. She can see demons."
"Ahahaha! It's always fascinating to see an ignorant person quickly reason something extraordinary as supernatural!" She keeps laughing. D-9982 blushes with embarrassment. "Sorry. Didn't mean to laugh. Let me introduce myself. I'm Dr. Sarbosa. Head researcher of SCP-870." She gets uncomfortably close to Jordan. "And you must be Alex's boy." She pulls the front of his hair up for a quick peek. He immediately lightly shoves her off. D-9982 is a little disappointed that he didn't get to see it. "The spitting image of your old man! Looking like a total babe!" She laughs once again.
"This is why I cover my face." Jordan mumbles. Then a thought pops in his mind. "Hold on. If you're the head researcher of SCP-870, then why were you in charge of 682?"
"JESSEBELLE!!!" Someone shouts from her watch.
"Excuse me for a moment." Dr. Sarbosa goes into the corner of the room. "Hello, Mr. Vincent! How are you doing?"
"How am I doing? HOW AM I DOING!? I just got back from my break and I was informed of the mess you've made! Do you have any idea what the O5 council is going to do to me because of your bullshit!?"
"Oh, you worry too much. No one died, so they won't do anything." They keep talking with each other, leaving the boys standing in an awkward silence.
"Hey. Thank you for saving me earlier." D-9982 says.
"It was no problem."
"I have to apologize for not trusting you before. I mean, we all came from prisons. Who can trust criminals?...Or friends?" He cast his gaze down.
"...Doesn't matter."
"Hmm?"
"While it's true that some people will take advantage of your trust, there are others who will respect and put their trust in you."
"...Gene. That's my name."
"Nice to meet you, Gene. I'm Jordan." They both shake each other's hand.
Nearly Witches takes one of the frames and starts shaking it wildly. Something breaks through the glass and starts attacking Gene's hair.
"Aaaah! What the hell is going on!?" He tries to grab whatever is on his head. Nearly Witches is laughing her ass off, while Jordan is trying to help him.
"Hold on, Vincent. I'll call you back." Dr. Sarbosa hangs up the call. She approaches them, grabs the invisible creature, slams it against the wall, pulls out a switchblade and stabs it once to the chest. She sighs. "This one was my favorite."
"The hell was that!?" Gene demands.
"SCP-870-23. It had butterfly wings, six human legs and a horse face. Truly a beautiful thing." She explains. Now they understand that the frames were not as empty as they thought.
James's office
James is reading through the files of Alex's research. A message pops up from his laptop. It's from the O5 council.
"Please remain still, while we verify your identification." An AI says. A red light comes out of the screen to scan his face. "Hello, James Parker. You have one message." A screen pops up. A dark figure is sitting in a barely lit room.
"Hello, Dr. Parker. I just wanted to inform you that you have been serving the Foundation for twenty years. Celebration is in order for your dedication. However, you know that isn't why I'm sending this message. We know of your activities with D-9834. I know I shouldn't tell you, but it is forbidden for Researchers and Class-D personnel to interact outside of experiments and observations. You're even providing classified documents to him. I know we can't stop you from doing this. That's why I will allow it instead. Under some conditions, of course. The main one being, if D-9834 ever disobeys ANY order, regardless of personal morals, both you and him will be terminated. I already sent the terms to your email. Remember our job is to secure, contain and protect at all costs. Keep that in mind and I'll even cooperate with your investigations. Good luck and have a good day." The screen disappears.
"Hmm. Took them a long time to send that. They must've debated what to do with me. Since I have their permission, hope they don't mind me reading this." He takes out a document labeled 'SCP-3935' and reads it.
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