[center [size13 [i A project that has been created by the government in secrecy where experiments have taken place and those experiments are placed in containment to be closely monitored by special scientists and researchers that have been hand picked by the project's main creators. These scientists and researchers are trustworthy, intelligent, and don't have much of a life outside of what this project is and will never be able to return to normal society, after the project is completed.]]]
[center [size13 [i These experiments are not just tangible creatures. They can come in the form of pills, inanimate objects, and even whole rooms. They do not have to have a hostile look about them to be able to kill you. The government is pretty good at disguising killers as normal, every day items, like a room or a bottle of medication. One experiment can cure the effects of another one. But they are all locked away for a reason. Research, studying, and keeping the small amount of scientists and researchers that are there, safe and sound, so they don't try to run away and tell the whole world about what the government is doing.]]]
[center [size12 [u [b SCP-012:]] [i This SCP cannot move when people have direct line of sight of it. It is sealed in a heavily guarded, where it cannot escape, even if people aren't looking at him. When going into his room, no less than three people need to be there and when people blink, they have do it at different times, to keep direct line of sight with it. When it isn't in direct line of sight, it can kill people by snapping their neck or strangling them.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-087:]] [i This SCP can infect a human with a virus that slowly turns them into a zombie. Effects are not cured by another SCP. They are long term and result in death within a few weeks of being infected, if you aren't killed first.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-134:]] [i This SCP can cause mass suicide. Modeled after the movement called People's Temple. This SCP isn't a humanoid, it is a room filled with noxious gas. Effects are cured by SCP-198 when it proved to be far too powerful.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-198]] [i A SCP that was created just to cure SCP-002. It is in an emergency glass case by SCP-002's room for safety measures, but most people know to keep away from SCP-002 to keep that from happening.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-243:]] [i A creature that is locked further into the facility and attempts to manipulate people into getting free, by capturing their deepest thoughts and using it against them. If more than one person is around this SCP, the SCP cannot attempt this kind of brain manipulation and will simply level them alone.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-256:]] [i A very harmless SCP. When hearing people around it, it will cause random doors to open and close as a way to get their attention, or even to be an bother to the scientist and researchers their. It cannot open doors to other SCPs' rooms though.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-314:]] [i If provoked, can cause sudden death by heart attack. A simple SCP that is contained in a small room, chained to the wall. Dealing with this SCP does not happen very often and normally has to be prepped before thinking about dealing with it.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-345:]] [i A voice that lures people away from their current task and can only be viewed in the dark, through night vision goggles. Isn't extremely hostile, but does cause issues with some of the scientists and researchers when they are trying to work.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-378:]] [i An endless hallway that causes mass confusion and normally people get lost and has to be rescued from the endless hallway, some eventually die.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-423:]] [i A stuffed bear that is in a locked room and inside of a chest that is under lock and key. If approached the stuffed bear with scream and cause mass growths to grows inside of the person's body and eventually causes death in a few seconds.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-520:]] [i A bottle of medication that if ingested will cause the person to relive the memories of a World War 2 Holocaust survivor. Extremely vivid experience which will end in death, by the person having a massive panic attack, hyperventilating, and ending with the person killing themselves with whatever they can get their hands on.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-546:]] [i A very large, white creature that when it spots a person and it isn't in its containment area, will run up to them screaming and slicing the person's head off with razor sharp nails.]]]
[center [size13 [u [b SCP-620:]] [i A black mist that you can only see out of the corner of the person's eye. Not hostile, just annoying.]]]
[center [size13 [i These are just a few of the creatures that are contained in this facility. Most of them are just violent creatures that weren't created for any purpose other than to kill people that come into contact with them. This job, at this facility, is not for the faint at heart and the few people there have been trusted to a do a very important job and not to talk about this with anyone other than the other works.]]]
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[center [size12 Victor was looking at Nathaniel, who was still standing in the room. Victor had a smug look on his face, [i [#FF0000 "I bet you feel really good for fooling your husband, huh?"]] Nathaniel had this look of utter confusion and Victor noted that expression.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 "Oh shit, they didn't tell you? I mean, I guess since both of you are most likely going to die. You are an SCP, as well. We haven't numbered you for the pure fact that you were a secret to see if a humanoid SCP could function with other humans, unlike most of the other experiments,"]] Victor explained. Before Victor could even say anything else, Nathaniel grabbed Victor's lower jaw and ripped it from his body. Nathaniel's face was splattered with a bit of blood, but most of the red liquid was pouring onto the floor and covering his hands.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "I really need you to shut up, Victor. You have this really annoying voice that really triggers me,"]] Nathaniel huffed in a frustrated manner. [i [#778899 "I guess if I am a SCP, I can clean up the trash around here and take my husband as far away as I can possibly get to get him out of this hellhole,"]] he said in a very curt voice.]]
[center [size12 Victor had fallen silent, of course and his body was now lying on the ground. Nathaniel turned around to grab some napkins and a bottle of water from his desk and began cleaning himself up. He knew that Victor's death would be noticed sooner, rather than later. He had to figure out what to do before anything worse happens.]]
[center [size12 Nathaniel grabbed his shoulder bag and began packing a few things up, especially important files to expose this place. He couldn't imagine that all of the government knows that this is happening, but Nathaniel was scared to expose such a volatile and violent place. It was definitely made him nervous.]]
[center [size12 With everything in order, Nathaniel hurried out the door and down the hall to Elias, but stopped as he was nearing the only door that stood between him and Elias. It all happened quicker than he could imagine. Nathaniel had each of the security officers that were watching SCP-012's containment room nearly ripped to shreds. It was violent and bloody. He let out a loud grasp and looked at the insane amounts of blood that not only covered him, but were splattered against the walls and floor.]]
[center [size12 This made Nathaniel incredibly nervous to face his husband, but if there were secret files on his experiments then he would prove that he wasn't a monster and hopefully, Elias wouldn't hate him. Nathaniel, with those hopeful thoughts, finally entered SCP-012's containment room.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "You can blink, Elias. I'm here,"]] Nathaniel explained before sighing quietly. [i [#778899 "We have to leave soon, Elias. Something bad happened, worse than what is going on with SCP-012,"]] Nathaniel explained, [i [#778899 "I want to tell you more, but it is so hard to explain."]] Nathaniel murmured softly as to not allow the microphones to pick up what he was saying.]]
[center [size12 That was when lights went out and doors opened, all of them. SCPs that were labeled extremely dangerous were now loose, even SCP-012. The power was out, but yet, a voice came over the intercom instructing all remaining workers should relocate to a safe room.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Things are worse here than I thought, previously. Victor told me something that just made me snap,"]] he murmured softly, looking straight at SCP-012 with narrowed eyes. He was angry. [i [#778899 "He told that I was an SCP, which could explain those weird dreams I get where I kill people or when I dream that I'm here. But whatever it is, I have to find files on what I am and we have to leave before they find us,"]] Nathaniel turned to look at Elias with fearful eyes.]]
A brow rose at Nate use of his name. Nothing with ‘Uh, Elias’ was ever good. However, Elias bit his tongue and remained silent following after Nate as he trotted almost out of the room only to be cut off by a rather burly man. A wall of words ran out of Victor's mouth. Goose flesh prickled up over his arms as they were informed that they were to just jump right in with the specimen that had already killed a few people. Magical. That was just the thing that he wanted to hear today. That and all the files had gone missing. If Elias was thinking about it in a bad light, which he was, it seemed like they were just throwing people in with this thing to get rid of them. Wave after wave of people until there was no one left to throw at it. Well, at least once they run out of people they might think of another approach on it. Clearing his throat, Elias began to fumble with the cuff links of his blue shirt. Things like this always got him nervous. Mainly because he wasn’t a fighter or anything close to it. The one thing that he could probably do if it came after him was toss his shoe at it. Or toss Nate at it, which he wasn’t about to do. Out of love and the fact he couldn’t pick him up and throw him very far...but mostly out of love.
[b [#fd5e5b “We will get right on that, sir.”]] Elias nodded, wanting the man out of the door so he could hiss complaints towards Nate. The man that had just said a minute before that they were not going to have to go in the room.
[b [+red “Now. Lovelace. Young.”]] Victor snapped, his beefy arms crossed over his chest, holding his ground in the door frame.
[b [#fd5e5b “Right.”]] Elias glanced back over his shoulder to the small door that connected to a small hall that they would have to go through to get in with Blinks. He felt as if he was going to throw up. This would be the first time he had to go in with an aggressive specimen. [b [#fd5e5b “I need my tablet before-”]]
[+red [b “I’ve got it right here.”]] Victor jammed the small electronic into Elias chest. The white haired man almost dropped it as he fumbled around to get his hand around it.
[b [#fd5e5b “Well, that’s a neat party trick.”]] Elias commented, concerned just where he had hidden his tablet on his person.
Elias didn’t wait to hear whatever snappy ‘get to it’ thing that was going to leave Victor's mouth. Instead, he sauntered towards the door, his eyes downcast, his free hand he was busy unlocking his tablet. Once the code was put in, documents instantly popped up containing information on Blinks. However, Elias quickly noticed that large chunks were missing from the documents, scrolling through Elias stopped and waited for the door to the decontamination hall to open. Mumbling theories as he waited. The hiss of the doors sliding open cause him to look up for a brief pause. Gingerly, he took the first few steps into the hall, giving a heavy sigh as it closed tightly behind him. They could only go in one at a time. Mainly because the hall was built for just one person. Also because it was better to go in alone rather than in pairs. Most of the time, pairs tended to spook the specimens for than anything else that they were going to do.
He could almost hear the warnings of Nate in his head about going in first. Not that Nate would be one to talk. They were both relatively the same size with the same build type. Trying to push thoughts of dying aside, Elias went back to flipping through the limited data that was given to him as the air began to filter into the room, the decontamination process had begun. [b [#fd5e5b “If there was ever a time to stop being a pessimist, today would be the day.”]] He grumbled, trying to convince himself that he was going to be the lucky one that could figure out what was going wrong with Blinks. Closing those dark eyes tightly, Elias began to soak up all the time he could with them shut. He knew once he entered the room, his body would be too high on anxiety to let him blink. If Blinks didn’t destroy him, his nerves would. As sudden as the air started, it stopped. Giving Elias a small window of silence before the door in front of him hissed and slide open.
[b [#fd5e5b “Hey, Blinks.”]] Elias called out, ambling into the room. Luckily for him, Blink had taken up residency in the far corner, so he wasn't face to face with it yet. [b [#fd5e5b “Heard you weren’t feeling good, buddy.”]] He commented, his eyes flickering down to the tablet and then back to Blinks. One could always tell whenever Elias was nervous, since his mouth normally didn’t stop moving. It didn’t matter if he was in a room alone, words would continue to pour from his lips. Most of the time, they were aimed at objects rather than people as Elias tended to work alone most of the time. [b [#fd5e5b “We are going to wait for Nate to get in here and then we will take a look at you. Sound good?”]] He asked, though he already knew that he wasn’t going to get an answer.
[center [size12 There were little things that Nathaniel was taking in, minor details that most would not see unless they had a keen eye or just noticed things that were off. He was walking beside his husband as they walked down the hallway. It had taken Nate a few moments to catch up Elias after he had scurried off once they had spoken to the security guard, at the small window. Nate took in a few things, there was less activity than normal and less people. Nate swallowed hard, getting an odd feeling in his gut, but kept his mouth shut. There was really no place to have a private conversation here, sadly. He would have to tap into the cameras and mic to turn them off in certain rooms, undetected hopefully. Nate did not think that he would get that chance before something bad happened. For now, he had to act calm and collected, not raising suspicion towards them.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “Well, for one you are not the one that is stepping inside that containment area. You would be, most likely, killed, and I am not going to allow that to happen,”]] Nathaniel pointed out before moving to his own monitor with a heavy sigh. He was getting a weird itch that was making him slightly frustrated with their current situation.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “SCP-012 has killed not one, but four people since he has started acting up because people don’t know how to interact with him,”]] he explained before getting into the security system to bring up past videos of how SCP-012 was acting when other scientists and researchers were dealing with it. [i [#778899 “I think someone is making him do this and testing their own experiments by sending less experienced people in to check on SCP-012,”]] he spoke very lowly, hoping that the mics in the room that they were in did not pick up what he said.]]
[center [size12 Videos played on Nate’s monitor that showed the four incidents of SCP-012 killing people. It wasn’t a rampage kind of killing. It was a quick snap of someone’s neck which would cause their lifeless body to fall to the floor before the doors in the background would immediately shut. Nathaniel cleared his throat before turning the videos off, shaking his head. He reached over grabbing his large cup of coffee and taking a few sips.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “I don’t want us in that room with him, just yet,”]] he explained before standing up. He was going to conduct his own experiment with SCP-012 with people that would most likely die, but that was the way the cookie crumbled here. People worked here, knowing that their lives were would be on the line, constantly. But there is a difference in Nathaniel’s experiments and this mystery man’s experiments. Nate has been authorized to do this, while this other people is working in the shadows which is not only against the rules, illegal, and unethical.]]
[center [size12 Nathaniel then turned to Elias and sighed quietly. He pulled off his jacket, draping it over the back of one of the few chairs in the room and rolled up his sleeves. He pushed his hand into his pockets, pulling out his pack of smokes and a lighter. He lit one of the cigarettes and grabbed the idle ashtray on the desk in front of him.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “I feel like there is foul play here, Elias,”]] Nate had leaned into his husband, speaking quietly in his ear before leaning back with a small smile that was dancing on his lips. He knew that there was something going on here and before long, his suspicions would be proven true.]]
[center [size12 Nate moved around his husband to open the two windows in the back of the room to keep from the smoke building up. He placed his ashtray on the raised window edge and took in the morning air that was filtering through into the otherwise stale and boring room. The bit of light and clean air made Nate a bit more calm about the situation now. [i [#778899 “But, we should stay gathering all the information that we have on SCP-012 first. His files should all be in the same place, unless someone has moved them,”]] he tapped his ashes into the ashtray before bending at the waist and began typing on the computer with a very intent look before that look was soon replaced with confusion.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 “Um, Elias… We may have a bigger issue. His files are all gone,”]] he muttered before putting his half smoked cigarette out and grumbled a few curses under his breath. Something along the lines of [i I fuckin’ knew it] left his lips. He then headed straight for the door, putting his hand on the knob before someone greeted him by opening the door first.]]
[center [size12 It was one of the admins of Nate’s department. His name was Victor Johnson. Nate did not particularly care for Victor. They had never really had friendly interactions. Normally, just short words and sideways glares at one another. Nate gritted his teeth and straightened himself up, hands clasped behind his back as he waited to see what Victor wanted.]]
[center [size12 [i [#FF0000 “I know that you and Elias are the ones investigating and researching why SCP-012 is acting the way that it has been acting, as well as the murders, but I was just informed that you two no longer have this case. You two are actually going to be our test subjects to see how it interacts with people that it knows, as well as we are adding in a total stranger,”]] Victor explained and this left Nathaniel beyond speechless and it took everything in him not to go completely unhinged with Victor.]]
Elias’ brow rose at the mention of an experiment trying to escape. While Nate normally had to keep an eye on several of them, Elias had to work up close and personal with a large majority of them. The thought of some of them acting out sent a small shiver up his spine, but the light haired male kept his mouth shut about it. Giving a simple nod or a ‘huh’ as Nate spoke about Blinks. He did, however, chuckle at the sliver of disapproval that went over Nate’s face when he had brought the nickname up. Sometimes, it was a wonder how the two had gotten together. While being herded towards the door, Elias vaguely wondered about it - though not that hard. Since he was rather fond of his husband's backside and the few compliments that he did manage to get out of the broody man, Elias held dear to his heart.
[b [#fd5e5b “Ten actually.”]] Elias corrected, since most days it was nine. They had given him an extra hour since he had rolled into his bed only a few hours prior to this. [b [#fd5e5b “See you in a bit.”]] Elias gave Nates rear end a light smack with the palm of his hand before darting down the brightly lit hallway. They would be working together on the same experiment from that Nate had told him, but Elias wanted to make sure. At the speed his legs carried him, it didn’t take him long to card into the room that held all of the scientist's computers. It was a cramped little room since it was only used for logging in information and checking through the schedules. Since they changed so often, the door was the only thing that got extreme use in the room.
The door opened smoothly for him with the single swipe of his card. Swiftly stepping inside, the fair-haired man quickly went over to his computer, this slender digits going into overdrive as his blue eyes darting to and fro as they took in the brightly lit screen. A number of flags and angry red font stared back at him. It seemed that Nate had been telling him the truth - not that he didn’t believe him. Carefully, Elias read over the subject's file once more before signing into the network. Old fashioned time cards were a thing of the past and now everything and everyone was filed away in the computer network. Tiredly, Elias rubbed the back of his neck. A heavy sigh escaping him as he pushed back up from his chair to leave the room. Today was going to be a long day. [b [#fd5e5b “The next time they want me to work overtime - just say no. No means no.”]] Elias grumbled while stepping out of the room and ambling back down the hallway towards the room that his beloved would be in.
It was rare when they were paired together. Not that they didn’t work well together - they did. It was just that a certain someone, not to point fingers, couldn’t leave the other alone. Which in Elias’ defence, they had just gotten married and the time before that it had been his birthday. Quickly, he reached the room that he needed to report to. Though honestly, he had no clue as to what was setting the subject off. Sometimes it was just an odd thing like one of the lightbulbs were going out, so fingers crossed that all he had to do today was a little maintenance work. The door opened smoothly after he swiped his card and Elias wasted no time scurrying over to the monitors. [b [#fd5e5b “Did they give you any details on how he is acting up? Did they playbacks show anything odd?”]] Once he was in work mode, it was a little hard to turn it off. Since before marrying Nate, that was pretty much his whole life. Work, eat, sleep. Sometimes he would just replace sleep with more work. [b [#fd5e5b “Any direction you want me to go in once I step in there?”]] He rested a gentle hand on Nate's shoulders as he asked, a habit that he wasn’t sure needed to be changed or not.
[center [size12 Nate glanced at his cigarette before chuckling in a defeated sounding way. He was a creature of habit, especially if it was a bad habit. He couldn’t help himself, plus lately, he found himself falling into a spiraling stressful state given that the top researcher, his boss was being especially hard on him as of late. It all started when SCP-012 began acting up and Nate was put into a position that meant extra hours, longer days, and super early mornings. He hated it. Nate did try to stop smoking several times. It never worked out in his favor though.]]
[center [size12 Quietly, Nathaniel tapped his cigarette out before he began eating. [i [#778899 “I slept fine. I keep having those odd dreams though,”]] he looked a bit concerned before placing a large bite of food into his mouth. [i [#778899 “But the breakfast isn’t for something special. I just know this morning is an early one, especially for you,”]] he offered a small smile, taking a long sip of coffee. Nate generally gets up early, but his husband, on the other hand, was not much of an early bird as Nate was.]]
[center [size12 Nate nodded his head, [i [#778899 “an ironic name for him, but yes, him.”]] He was never a huge fan of the nicknames that Elias gave the SCPs, but he allowed his husband to have his fun and name them. Nate was a very straightforward, serious individual that rarely had any fun at work. He did keep them himself while he was at work. He had his own, private office and generally did not leave the office unless he had to conduct experiments or take a break. He was allowed to smoke in his office, as well, but only if he cracked the window.]]
[center [size12 Nate finished off his food whether quickly when Elias commented that they were going to be late. Nate then got up, placing his plate and coffee cup into the sink, quickly cleaning them off, as well as Elias’ plate. Thankfully, Nate was already ready. He was dressed in a pair of black trousers, white button-up shirt, and a jacket that was only buttoned once in the middle. His tie was plain, which was completely different than the neon blue tie that his partner was wearing. Both of the men were opposite sides of the same coin and complimented one another. Elias being the more of the bubbly type, while Nate was the dry, calm type. Though, Nate did have a personality too. He was just very reserved.]]
[center [size12 As he pushed his feet into his shoes, tying them. [i [#778899 "Well, I was asked a few days prior to keep an eye on him, with the cameras that are in his containment room,"]] Nate began explaining as he was making a large to-go cup full of black coffee. [i [#778899 "SCP-012 has been trying to escape,"]] he explained as he closed the top of the cup that now contained enough coffee to get Nathaniel through the first part of his shift. He felt like today was going to be a long one. Thankfully, there was coffee makers at the facility, even though the coffee that was there was super gross, but did the job.]]
[center [size12 Nate pocketed his pack of smokes and lighter, as well as his keys and wallet. He then sighed softly, [i [#778899 "but, we can talk more about it at work. We are actually going to be late."]] He chuckled, they were rarely late though, so their bosses should not be too upset about it plus Elias was never the early worker like Nathaniel was.]]
[center [size12 [i [#778899 "Let's go,"]] Nate wrapped his arm around Elias' shoulders and guided him along to the door. He opened it and closed it behind them.]]
[center [size12 As they approached the facility, which did not take longer since they lived on sight, Nate pulled out his entry key card and slid it into the door which granted both of them access. A man, who was security, was sitting behind a small window, right when they walked in. [i [#FF0000 "It's past 5 A.M., Nathaniel. Why are you late?"]] the man spoke and Nathaniel chuckled nervously. [i [#778899 "In the grand scheme of things, I am actually not late. My normal shift does not start until 5:30 A.M. and Elias' doesn't start until.. What? 9 A.M., right?"]] Nate pointed out before hearing the next door clicking, which allowed both of them to continue on to their jobs.]]
Elias hated early mornings.
His entire morning routine was filled with yawns of varying degrees; from the wide first-light-of-day yawn upon having his deliciously warm covers pulled off of his body, to the toothpaste-filled yawns he couldn't hold back, to the yawned "good morning" greeting to his grumpy sweetheart upon entering the kitchen filled with Nate’s sweet, sweet cooking. Only food could entice him to truly wake and face the world through his usual masked facade. Giving Nate a small sleepy smile, Elias sat down at their table for two. When they were first getting things, Elias had fought for a large table, but honestly who was he trying to fool? Neither of them was the ‘entertaining’ type. At least not for most of the people they worked with and for. If they let some of the experiments over, that would be interesting.
[b [#fd5e5b “How did you sleep dear?”]] Elias asked, taking a slice of toast and nibbling on the side. By the time Elias had come in last night, Nate was fast asleep. Which didn’t bother him one bit, since it was one of the few times he got to be the big spoon. Sometimes it was nice to be the one pretending to be a jetpack. [b [#fd5e5b “This looks wonderful, what is the occasion?”]] Silently, Elias prayed that it wasn’t their anniversary. He was horrible with dates but oddly great with math. Lazily, the silver-haired male rubbed at his still very tired blue eyes. Taking in a large inhale, those tired blues eyes narrowed, pointing daggers at his husband. [b [#fd5e5b “I see you broke the ‘I’m not going to smoke for the rest of the week’ pact you made yesterday.”]] Elias knew full well that Nate wasn’t going to keep it. However, he had given his word and that was one of the few things that Elias took seriously.
[b [#fd5e5b “SCP-012…”]] Elias mumbled, dismissing the smoking and turning his attention back to the breakfast in front of him. [b [#fd5e5b “Blinks!”]] He exclaimed while forking two pancakes onto his plate. It had been a long while since he had called any of the specimen by their actual numbers. Most were very friendly with him and as a kind of return gesture, he had given them all names. Or at least he thought they were names. [b [#fd5e5b “Thank you for breakfast, dear.”]] It was said in between mouthfuls, as the silver-haired male tried his best to hurry. He still had to get ready, since he was fairly sure the overseers didn't want him showing up in anything but his blue sleep shorts and white tank top. Once he had devoured his share of the pancakes, he moved onto the eggs and bacon, which was gone minutes after it had touched his plate. [b [#fd5e5b “We are going to be late!”]] Though it sounded more like ‘re ree roinr re rare’ with the last large bite of egg in his mouth.
Hurriedly, Elias cleaned off his place at the table and raced into their bedroom. Rummaging around in the drawers until he found the neon blue tie that his heart was set on. The rest was a cakewalk and took him no time at all to put on; crisp white button-up shirt, black ironed pants and black leather shoes that he had shined the night before. Sitting back the kitchen table, Elias began the process of putting on his shoes. [b [#fd5e5b “Did they say what was wrong with him? Or are we just going to monitor and see?”]]
[center [size12 There are a small group of houses in a kind of makeshift neighborhood that was located right outside of a large facility that houses some of the most dangerous creatures in the whole world. These houses belonged the scientists, guards, and researchers of this facility and they worked for a projected called [i Special Containment Project] and each person had a very specific role in this program that if they failed their job, everything is else came crashing down with it. The people who were picked were not some nobody off the street, they were extremely intelligent and secretive people that the government had been watching for the majority of their life and it so happened that Nathaniel and his husband, Elias, were picked to work on this project.]]
[center [size12 Now, granted, Nathaniel had been working for the government as a researcher for a while now, but nothing that could even come close to be compared to the work that he has been doing for this project. It actually kind of made him sick to work here, but it was good money and his husband was here, working as a scientist. They were provided with most everything that they wanted and needed and Nathaniel had really nothing to complain about. He sure hoped his husband didn’t have an issue with their jobs.]]
[center [size12 Though something actually did not quite sit right with the male. He often found himself waking up in a small room in the facility, even though he had gone to bed at home. He would be covered in blood and a dead body next to him. He often woke up with a nasty headache and soon would go in and out of consciousness until the next day. He finally deemed it as a recurring dream and never really bothered with talking to anyone about it. He did not want to seem like he was going crazy from doing the work that he did.]]
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[center [size12 The SCPs here weren’t all bad though. Nathaniel had met some actually very interesting types of experiments that looked violent, but actually were extremely kind. The SCP-256 that opened and closed doors by themselves was Nate’s favorite one though. Often, when he would come into work in the morning, or even in the middle of the night, he found that specific SCP very helpful in a way that Nate never really ran into doors. He used to before this SCP was created. Nate firmly believed that it was created to help him, instead of being an obnoxious creature that no one could see. Though, that SCP did cause issues with some of the other workers, but with Nate, he never had an issue.]]
[center [size12 Though, Nathaniel did have an issue with a particular SCP, even though it was completely harmless. It was SCP-620. This SCP made Nathaniel’s work very hard sometimes, especially when he is extremely tired. This SCP is a black mist that you can see out of the corner of your eye, but never make direct eye contact with it. It was more of a pain in the ass than actually being harmful to Nate. He found himself getting distracted with SCP-620 around, so most of the time, it gets locked away, so it doesn’t bother him.]]
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[center [size12 It was early, around 4 A.M. and Nathaniel was being awoken by an alarm clock that was barely out of his reach. He actually had to get up, out of bed, and turn it off. And he did just that, as tiredly as possibly. He wiped what sleep he could away from his eyes and pressed the button with thin, pale fingers before turning back to the bed, where there was another human sized lump still sleeping. Nate huffed quietly before reaching over, pulling the blanket off of the body and pouted. [i [#778899 “Hey, Elias…. Time to get up. We gotta be there early today to run tests on SCP-012. It’s been acting up a lot lately,”]] Nate murmured softly before dropping the blanket back down on the bed and groggily making his way into the kitchen, where he began a large pot of coffee.]]
[center [size12 Sitting down at the kitchen table with a smoke between his lips and a newspaper in front of him, Nate patiently waited for his coffee to finish brewing. Though, he did not sit for long. He wanted to be nice today and make breakfast for the both of them. It was an itching kind of need. He felt odd today, like something bad was going to happen, but he could not quite put his finger on it.]]
[center [size12 As if on cue when Nathaniel began getting everything together, his coffee finished brewing and the smell of bitter coffee filled the room as he pulled the pot out from its place and began pouring himself a large cup it. He tapped his cigarette in an ashtray and began sipping quietly for a moment. It was kind of weird, he thought about it, he knew he was never going to be able to return to a normal kind of living. This project has consumed his and his husband’s life and there was no chance of ever being normal. He found it weird, but at the same time, necessary. It was a secret government project that civilians have no clue about. Only a select few government officials know about it, as well as the workers on site. Some of the workers only knew about so many of the SCPs, but Nathaniel, he had a vast knowledge of every successful, denied, and ruined SCP that was out there. He had to destroy a couple of them, himself. Something he was not too proud about, but it was all necessary for this project.]]
[center [size12 Nathaniel finally put his cigarette out and finished his coffee before finally feeling able enough to actually cook something to eat for the both of them. Eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes. Not super fancy, but nice enough to make anyone’s day. As he was finishing up, he placed everything on the table and huffed quietly when he did not see his husband anywhere near. [i [#778899 “Elias!”]] He huffed from the kitchen as he began pouring a second cup of coffee and finally taking a seat on one end of the table, patiently waiting for Elias to finally join him.]]
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