Even Worse than Death Row

by FalconpetalRipplepaw

A young woman on Death Row was taken to the SCP Foundation to be used as a test subject, class D. Which happens to be very, very, VERY boring. What she doesn't know, however, is that she's about to experience a containment breach that will make Maple wish she had chosen death row. Will she pull through and make it back outside again? Or will she fall apart and fail her comrades?

1. Chapter 1

(DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Warriors or the SCP Foundation, or SCP: Containment Breach. Or 50 Shades of Gray, for that matter.)

White. White walls, white floors, white sheets, white pillow. The door was black, the toilet, sink, handcuffs, and bed were gray; it was like the whole world had suddenly become grayscale. The only thing with a speck of color on it was my orange clothes. I picked up the pamphlet about the SCP Foundation, which I had been avoiding since the thing was about as grayscale as everything else. Yes, I can pick up a pamphlet with handcuffs. In fact, I didn't normally wear handcuffs, but I'd gotten so frustrated this morning, waking up to nothing but 50 shades of gray for the millionth time (boredom=naps), that I'd scratched myself till I bled and tried to paint the walls crimson. Hence, the handcuffs.

I stared at the logo of the pamphlet, tracing it with my eyes until I could picture it with my eyes closed. I wasn't actually that interested, but hey, it was a better time-killer than nothing. I looked at the letters underneath it: SCP. Underneath them were three words: Secure. Contain. Protect. I wondered what that meant at the time. They were containing us, that was certain; but why?

"D-1043?" A male voice called out. I stood up from where I sat on the bed and stretched. I walked towards my now-open door.

"Yes?"

"We've got some work for you. Now, we're authorized to kill any disobedient test subjects, so don't try anything stupid," He said, acting like he'd said it many times before. Disobedient. The word made me feel like a young child again. Oh, look on the bright side. At least I know what I'm here for.

"Just follow me," said the officer, startling me out of my train of thought. Shaking my head to clear it, I stepped out of my tiny cell (excuse me, containment chamber) and into the white (ugh!) hallway.

I followed the officer (at least, I assumed he was an officer of some sort) walked me to a cell marked: SCP-137. Proceed with caution. Do not blink or look away from SCP-137, unless you wish to risk being killed.

My first thought when I read this? I didn't sign up for this!

20 minutes later, I was running through the dark. The lights had lost power, and my footsteps echoed throughout the Foundation.

By now, you're probably wondering who I am.

I am Maple Shade, former Death Row prisoner, and I am running for my life during a containment breach.

From who, you ask?

SCP-137.

Yup, I'm screwed.