Doctor Hatton - An SCP Foundation Story

by Susie Anne

Agent Ellie Hatton is a recently promoted researcher at the SCP Foundation. But like everything within those walls, she is not what she seems. As she hides what she is from her coworkers, will her ambition get her discovered, or will it take a blunder of epic proportions and Special Task Force O-23 to take her down? Rated M, just in case. May change.

1. Chapter 1

Doctor Hatton – An SCP Foundation Story

I stepped through the large double doors, my crisp white lab coat trailing slightly behind me. To the average low-level worker here, I was a completely normal, albeit beautiful, human. Of course, no one could know the truth behind my brown hair and icy blue eyes…

I smiled and left my inner thoughts behind when I approached my new boss, a perfectionist that tolerated nothing less than the very best, Doctor Alder, or Jon as I called him in my mind, refusing to give such a pathetic human the respect of thinking of him with his title. I looked down at the file he handed me, and frowned.

"SCP-017? The Shadow Person? You've got to be kidding, right?" I couldn't believe my luck. "I just got Level 4 clearance, and you're putting me with a shadow? I don't care if it's Keter or not, you know I've already watched 017 with Level 2 clearance! You read my file!"

"Yes, I did. And I know that because you are my subordinate, you will watch SCP-017 and keep a detailed log of its activities. And you will do so until I am satisfied that we can move you to another SCP. In fact, I think I'll go ahead and tell you what your next exciting job will be if you do well here: SCP-529. That's right, a safe SCP."

He left at that. Quite smugly too. Shame, I had hoped he would be a good boss. I sighed, sitting in the rolling chair in front of the model, looking at the static black shadow in the far corner of the containment chamber, pure white all around him. He never moved. He never did. When I was assigned to this at Level 2 Clearance, I was excited, since this was my first Keter. And then I realized that it was boredom central, but you could never be caught sleeping or daydreaming, or you'd be terminated. Oh well, all would get better soon. It always did.

As the day ended, I packed my messenger bag with my log, which contained nothing but updates in fifteen minute increments, the same word repeated over and over:

8:00 – "Subject sitting in the corner directly across from Camera 1. No movement. No sound."

8:15 – "No Change"

8:30 – "No Change"

8:45 – "No Change"

9:00 – "No Change"

9:15 – "No Change"

9:30 – "No Change"

9:45 – "No Change"

10:00 – "No Change"

10:15 – "No Change"

10:30 – "No Change"

10:45 – "No Change"

11:00 – "No Change"

On and on, there was never any change. Of course, now was not the time for work. Now was the time for planning.

I returned to my apartment near the Foundation Building, and pulled another file from my bag, one that I suppose my superior would point out that I "shouldn't have access to". Of course, it was his file, so this was surely natural. I couldn't help but laugh, seeing that he was working with SCP-049. Of course, no one would be surprised. I switch on the small desktop that I used only for these occasions, and quickly accessed SCP-079.

"079. Access the building cameras tomorrow and turn off Sector 37 for 20 minutes. I have already provided for your last request. Please respond."

"… Ice eyes. Why?"

Damn that thing. Ever since our first deal, it called me ice eyes. Luckily, it couldn't remember my name. But he was uniquely in a position to control the Foundation's facilities, something that I couldn't do while I was busy tomorrow, so I responded.

"I have business. Also, release 049. I'll be sure he moves past me."

"Containment Breach? I cannot."

"You can, and you will. You have already taken the last upgrade I managed to get to you. You owe me. Confirm."

"… Acknowledged. Cameras in Sector 37 will be disabled for twenty minutes, and SCP-049 will be released. Disconnecting now."

I couldn't help but grin, knowing that 079 kept his word. I stepped over to my closet, pulling out the long black garb and ceramic mask. These poor, foolish humans. Even the SCPs that I worked around, they were all oblivious until I approached them. Until I went through the process. I drop my lab coat and strip, taking a moment to stand in front of my bedroom mirror, holding up a hand mirror to examine my back. The scars crisscrossed my back, each one the mark of another power. It hurt, oh, it was agony. But for these powers, I would endure.

For these powers, I would cover my pain in front of my coworkers.

With these powers, I would do as I pleased.