CROSSOVER elements: If you really want to know in advance what I've crossed Labyrinth with then it's noted at the bottom.
She was dreaming again. She knew it was a dream because the room looked like her childhood bedroom - the canoped single bed, the familiar plush toys, books and ornaments on the surrounding shelves - and her room hadn't been decorated like that since before - no, best not think about it or you'll remember, a voice deep inside her whispered.. - for a .. how long now? .. while .. now. Her current.. room.. prison, the same insidious voice as before whispered, was very bare. A simple bed, a small toilet and bathroom space, a small table and two chairs.
She wasn't sure if she liked this dream, with its familiarity and safety. It hurt. Perhaps it would be better to wake, though being awake bordered as a surreal nightmare. Yes, better to wake for the moment and face the cold reality of her current existance.
Her sleeping form twitched, and twitched again, and Sarah awoke.
Rap, rap , rap. Someone was knocking on the door to her room. The stray, illogicial thought - Polite of them - surfaced. She'd risen and showered, though how long ago she couldn't say. Minutes? Hours? Time had no meaning for her here. She barely even remembered what the sky looked like, or the feel of a breeze.
She breathed a small sigh. "Come in."
The door opened and a woman dressed in a pale blue blouse entered with a breakfast tray. "Good Morning." She placed the tray on a small table and chair set situated near one of the walls. Far enough away from the bed so as to not hinder circulation.
Sarah didn't smile, not here. "Good morning. Thank you." It was said rather dully.
"I'll come and take your tray away in about half an hour. You'll be getting a new doctor today, Doctor Brenin will be taking over from Dr Symth and will visit you in about an hours time." The woman left and Sarah half-heartly studied breakfast; orange juice, a variety pack of Special K, a small jug of milk, a mug of coffee and a peach. The peach brought forth an image of a king in blue before she quickly suppressed it. No, don't remember! Hurts. Don't wish.. not yet, not here..don't give Them a reason to keep you..
She forced her thoughts onto a different path. Hope the new doctor is more tolerable than Symth. She hated Symth.
The woman had come again and taken the tray away. No words were spoken.
Dr Brenin arrived sometime afterwards. He was blond and clad in a white coat. He sat down at one of the two chairs at the table and motioned to Sarah to do the same. She hated those coats. She hated the emblazed logo of two circles with three arrows percing the innermost circle and pointing towards an invisible center. She hated this place and this room. She grudgingly got up from where she'd been laying on the bed to come and flop gracelessly into the other chair.
"Hello SC..." he began. Sarah cut him off brusquely. "My name is Sarah, doctor." She stared at him, in challenge. Perhaps it was the blue eyes, or what sounded like a british accent - or combination of appearance and speech - that reminded her of another that caused her reaction. Perhaps she simply wanted to be considered as a human being for a long as possible. Seemly unphased by her outburst, the doctor decided to humour her. "Sarah then. My name is, as you might know, Doctor Brenin and I'm taking over from Doctor Symth." He glanced briefly at his notes. "It says here that you've been at the Facility for a year now and that that you've been classed as Safe. Hmm.. not much else on note, except, interestly, the word 'wishes'. Tell me about these wishes Sarah."
"I have lots of wishes. I wish I wasn't here but I am. See, nothing " she made a sort of twirly movement with her right hand, "magical happened. I don't know why I'm still here. As I told Doctor Symth, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time when something weird occurred. Nothing's happened since."
The doctor muttered something to himself, Sarah only caught words that sounded like steel, or still and a word starting with inter..or infer.. and noted something on his pad. Bastard was probably noting that she was still inferring that she had nothing to do with weird happenings.
The interview didn't last much longer after that. Sometime after lunch, she was escorted to a gym where she could work out for a while before being escorted back to her 'room'. They didn't pass anyone and the gym was empty. She read until dinner, then read some more - what else is there to do? there's no escape - then slept.
She dreamt again. This time of a fairy tale King asking her to come with him. In her dream she refused him. He asked, How long can you endure before you break? . She jerked awake, and lay still wondering what would be worse; being in her prison here or agreeing to go with him. Either way she'd never have her old life back or see her family again.
Days passed, blending into weeks. Sometimes Doctor Brenin would visit her and ask questions. Her reponses were always the same. Oddly enough, she'd always dream of the Goblin King the night following those interviews. He asked her a few times to come away with him. She always replied no. More time passed. The dreams didn't stop but they did change. Instead of asking her to come away, they'd somehow simply talk. Sometimes she'd ask questions. Sometimes they'd be in the castle but often, she'd dream that they were outside, where she could see the sky and greenery.
It took her some to correlate the visits of Doctor Brenin and the timing of her dreams, but one morning, upon waking, it just .. clicked. The next time that Doctor Brenin visited, Sarah stared at him, and asked a question that took him by surprise, though whether because of the content or because it deviated from her habitude she couldn't tell.
"You're him, aren't you? The Goblin King."
He didn't laugh or deny her statement. Nor did tell her that she belonged in an asylum.
Instead,he smiled a rather pointy smile.
"Come away 'o human child." He paused "Or rather, come away 'o lovely lady, down to the Undergound, mortal and Goblin King, hand in hand, for this Foundation is full of weeping and more terrible than you can understand."
That time, Sarah said yes.
Later that morning, just after lunch delivery, alarms blarred. SCP-7321*, also known as Sarah Williams, was not present in her designated room. Nor, after an extensive search, could she be found anyway in the Facility or surrounds. A notation later jotted on the file, read "Disappeared without a trace. Current location unknown. Bathroom mirror showing anomalous, yet to be determined - properties. Mirror is not/no longer anomalous. Blood kin [data corrupted, unrecoverable]"
End
*number doesn't currently exist. I just made it up. 7 and 3 are consisted magical numbers and 7x3 is 21.
I'm barely familiar with the SCP Foundation mythos.