I don't own SCP: Containment Breach.
Alright, I like this game a lot. For those of you who are familiar with him, Zing showed me it and we've had a few laughs and scares on it.
So this is not the first SCP story, and that makes me happy to see that others enjoyed it. It's an excellent horror game, really deals with personal sanity and fear of the unknown.
Summary: A new SCP had been found. Every aspect of it was human, except for one very useful trait. It could respawn where it considered its newest home. Even better for the Foundation, it didn't know it was an SCP.
Item#: SCP-2217
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedure: Subject is to be kept in a two (2) room cell. Proper bedding, bathroom, and medical facilities are to be maintained at all times. Room may be furnished with whatever items subject requests, given that providing Subject with the items wouldn't compromise security.
Subject is to remain in room at all times, except for experimentation with other SCP subjects. Subject can be restrained with lethal force if necessary, sub-lethal being preferred.
Description: SCP-2217 appears to be a Caucasian teenage male of Peruvian descent, 165 cm (5'5'') tall and 55 kg (121 lbs), with black hair and brown eyes. A swirl symbol of unknown origins marks Subject's shoulder. When pointed out, Subject states it has no knowledge of the symbol, only that it has had it as long as it could remember. Excessive questioning regarding the symbol causes distress of Subject. Subject requires food and water on a regular basis. Subject is intelligent (IQ measured at 125) and amiable.
Subject, referring to itself as "Hunter," is generally polite and gets along with those that communicate with it. Any personnel that wish to speak with Subject must obtain written permission from Dr. Thompson. Subject feels human emotions and is therefore to be spoken to as if another human. Personnel are to remain alert at all times.
Subject appears to be able to respawn to the most recent place it can consider a home after death. It remembers nothing of the death itself or of what happens before its death, but other memories seem to remain intact. Despite its ability to return from death, normal aging seems to occur in the subject.
In the bright white room, SCP-2217 awoke on its bed. It blinked and rolled its shoulders before standing up. Outside, a guard watched the SCP through a hidden camera.
SCP-2217 had no idea its rooms were a carefully disguised low-protection containment cell. It was considered a Euclid-class SCP, but was rather docile.
The guard alerted the doctor primarily in charge of SCP-2217, Dr. Thompson. The doctor entered SCP-2217's chamber, where the humanoid was stretching. It perked up as it saw Dr. Thompson.
"Hi, Doctor!" The SCP cheerily greeted.
"Hello." The doctor replied.
"How have you been?" It asked with a smile.
"I've been doing well. Now, would you mind if we begin our little interview before the experiment?"
SCP-2217's smile grew less pronounced. "No, I don't. Although I never remember what happens in our experiments. Should I?"
"Not at all. We give you anesthetics just in case, since the experiments you work with tend to be rather scary." The doctor patted SCP-2217's shoulder.
The SCP nodded. "Alright. I trust you, Doc."
I know you do, the doctor thought. That's what makes this harder for me every time.
The doctor composed himself, and began the interview. "So, do you ever feel like committing suicide?"
"Nope. Life's got too much for me to want to do that." It grinned at the doctor.
Dr. Thompson's smile back was hollow. Dissembling had been a talent of his, and while he had to use it to hide the darkness of the facility to SCP-2217, he also used it to keep being SCP-2217's primary handler.
I'm becoming attached... he thought. No, I am attached. I have been for a while now.
The SCP's demeanor rarely dipped below content. Usually, it was happy. Even more so, Dr. Thompson noticed, when he was around. SCP-2217 had no reason to conceal anything, and so its thoughts were usually out in the open.
The doctor smiled fondly at the SCP. "Alright, Hunter. Next question."
The SCP seemed warmer after the mention of its preferred name, and nodded. "Shoot."
Dr. Thompson internally cringed at the phrase, being reminded of one incident where the innocent SCP stepped outside of its room in curiosity, and was shot on the spot by the guard. The guard was reprimanded and demoted to D-class personnel.
Nonetheless, none of the terrible memory was shown on his face, although he realized his reaction to the incident further supported the fact that he was attached to the SCP.
"Doctor, is anything wrong?" The SCP asked. A few creases of worry marred its face as it frowned in concern for the doctor.
"No, nothing, simply reminiscing. Now, what do you recall of your symbol on your shoulder?"
The subject shifted a bit, and replied. "Nothing, Doc. Had it as long as I can remember."
Nothing new, the doctor thought. Ah well. "Alright. What do you think of your chamber?"
SCP-2217 smiled. "I love it. Plenty of room. Although I would enjoy something else to do other than books. They get a bit boring, you know?"
"I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks!" The subject grinned widely.
"Alright, Hunter. I think it's time for an experiment. Are you ready?"
The SCP nodded.
So that's really it for now. I'll be seeing what SCP SCP-2217 will be contacting. Hope you liked it so far!