Silvex had to admit, it was fun to forget his duties as a Gatekeeper, and help "Cure" all the people he and the Doctor encountered in the dark facility. Along the way, he discovered the site's number was 25.
So there were more sites with more SCP's?
He also found a level 3 Security card, which he put away safely in a storage area, openable by a small portal, along with a few documents from some offices on a few SCP's.
Unfortunately, The lights turned back on, and he and the Doctor were soon captured by MTF, which Silvex heard from their radios.
Even if captured, SIlvex and the Doctor continued to talk to each other as they were both escorted to who knows where.
"So I assume they always handle you like this?"
"Yes, It keeps me from lashing out at them,
"Strange. Anyway, are they always this rude?"
"MmmHmm,"
"Goodness, such bad people!"
They soon arrived, Splitting up Silvex and the Doctor.
"See you later,"
"Likewise Silvex,"
Silvex was shoved into a small room with a chair and a desk, a window on the wall in front of him. He sat down and got comfortable, and groomed his wings as a voice spoke out.
"Hello."
Ah, this was somewhat like an interview, How exciting.
"Yes, hello." He replied.
"You know your number? Do you have a name?"
"Yes I do. It's 5125, and my name, is Silvex, thank you very much,"
The sound of writing was heard. SO now they were recording his words? Just fantastic,
"What association do you have with SCP-049?"
"His name is the Doctor, if you may please. I met him in his containment area during the breach, and we became good friends. I think it's awfully rude with how you treat him,"
"That's none of your business. Did he say why he's 'the Cure', and what is this disease he's talking about?"
Silvex knew what the Doctor meant when he said the disease. But he wouldn't give them the pleasure of knowing.
"I'm afraid that's none of your business either my good man. You need to stay out of other people's work."
Silvex smirked as he heard whoever was talking to him pound the table in anger before talking more.
"I don't care who you are, you won't talk to me like that!"
"Excusez moi? I don't believe we've met. I am Silvex, I am a Gatekeeper, and I can quickly become your worst nightmare."
"I don't give a damn about who you are! Your a freak of nature, and your going to stay here for the rest of whatever unnatural life your livi-"
Silvex only waved his hand, which was glowing, and the window turned into a wall. Now there was no was whoever was on the other side could see or speak to Silvex. He would not be treated like some 'Freak of Nature'.
Silvex could feel that some of his powers were back. He lost some when he got sucked down the wrong tunnel in the Dimension Vortex. Focusing, he went through the wall…
...And stepped on some blood.
'Ugh,' Silvex looked down and wiped the blood off his foot. When he looked back up to see where he was, he was face-to-face with some weird statue with a most interesting face. Silvex could tell something wasn't right with the stone statue.
Silvex walked around the Statue(?), and proceeded to go through the chamber doors to the entrance zone.
No one was around as he looked for anything that could hint at what the statue was. He saw a sign similar to the one for the Doctor.
SCP-173.
"So that's your number, eh?" Silvex said aloud to no one as he pulled a paper out of his Storage dimension with SCP-173's name on it.
Silvex read it for awhile before putting it back in his storage Dimension. Putting his hand on the door, he focused once more, and soon, the door was creaking and groaning as it opened up.
Silvex peered into the room to see 173 up against the wall, his back at Silvex.
Blink.
Silvex blinked once, and 173 was right in front of him in a instant.
"Hello there. Your number is 173, but I betcha you have an actual name!" Silvex said.
No response.
"It would be nice to talk to you, and maybe befriend you. So I assume you're only capable of speech while being able to move around. So, I will close my eyes, Okay?"
No response.
Silvex nodded, and slowly closed his eyes.
He could hear concrete scraping against the floor, around him more specifically. Most likely, 173 was inspecting him more closely.
He waited for what felt like ages, then he could feel arms wrapping around him. A hug?
"No one has ever considered me as an actual living person. Just a stone, with the desire to kill."
"Well then, is it true?"
"Not exactly. I kill them because they have wrongfully imprisoned me, and they are cruel and heartless."
"I can agree there. Do you have a name 173?"
"Yes, its Grayson. Yours?"
"Silvex. Grayson, why is it when someone sees you, you turn to stone, and are unable to do anything?"
"Natural defense. You can't kill a stone, now can you?"
"Mmmmm, I probably could. But i'm not that kind of person. Tell me Grayson, are you lonely?"
"...Yes, I don't know anyone here, and all the people I meet are cruel to meet, so I kill them, or wait until I can."
"Fair enough. Would you like to be friends?"
There was a long silence before quiet crying could be heard, and Silvex felt someone hugging him tightly and sobbing onto his shoulder. Silvex only hugged Grayson back.
The two held their embrace before Silvex could hear an MTF Unit approaching. Silvex had noticed the security camera earlier. They must' ve seen everything. This could be fun.
"Grayson, They're coming. Get back in your chamber please, i'll be fine."
Silvex felt Grayson move away, and Stone scraping across the floor could be heard once more. Silvex opened his eyes to see Grayson in his statue form inside his Chamber.
"I'll see you soon," Silvex said, Using his powers to close the doors. He turned around as the MTF Unit arrived and pointed 5 to 7 guns at him.
"Hello Friends! How are you this lovely day?... Or night, i can't really tell, you people need to get outside more often." Silvex continued to rant away as they secured him and took him away. Great, they were heading back to that room with the rude interviewer.
But he could tell his work here was far from over.
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Next up is SCP-682! Joy,
SILVERWOLF OUT