An Alarm Clock rang out, waking the person it was put there for.
His eyes slowly opened, taking in the dim warm light from his nightstand. He sat himself up, yawning a bit before rubbing his eyes.
They were still red from last night.
He stood up from his rather uncomfortable bed and stretched, his joints popping as he did.
His room was rather dull and bland. A cello and stool sat in a corner, while a table and chair sat in the other. A set of rubber pens were situated next to a paperback journal. Sheet music sat just nearby.
On his nightstand, A Cassette Player, a rather new looking one, however with clear plastic.
He walked over to one of the walls and flipped the light switch, bathing the room in a cool harsh light.
He winced in pain as the bright lights assaulted his eyes.
He turned to the small doorway leading to a small hall. He slowly made his way through it and into it. A foam door had replaced what was once a metal door. He sighed and opened it, revealing a small bathroom with the bare necessities.
He went in and went to do his business.
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A few minutes later he flushed and washed his hands on the bland-looking sink. He took a look in the mirror.
His scar was still there.
He was still wearing the same white outfit.
With the same symbol.
With the same number.
He dried off his hands and left the bathroom, walking back over to his "Room".
He sat down at the table, pondering if he should write today. He was told journaling would help him with some closure, but it just reminded him more of the pain.
A buzzer rang from the small hallway. He got up and headed over, expecting a wellness check-up. The main door opened with a whoosh as soon as he stepped in front of it.
A man in a lab coat and t-shirt was standing here before him. He also had a ukulele slung over his shoulder on his back. A hat covered most of his blonde hair, with something glistening underneath.
"Good morning SCP-2015. I'm here to take you to a special meeting today."
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"P-Please… Just call me Shinji… Dr?..."
The man gave the slightest grin, barely an uplift on his lips.
"Alright, Shinji… I'm Director Alto Clef. I'll be your case manager and the new personnel assigned to your case."
Shinji's anxiety rose a bit, he knew what most of the meetings or interviews meant. He would have to retell his story again.
Didn't they already hear it a dozen times?
"W-who am I meeting?..."
He asked, already more nervous than before.
"I'm taking you to meet some of my bosses. They want to know how you are feeling. I know it's only been a few weeks, but they want to do a check-up every 3 weeks."
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Clef could sense the boy's fear. He knew he would probably have a breakdown if he didn't do something. At least he was assigned to this kid, lord knows what would happen if Gears was in charge of him.
"C'mon, let's get some breakfast first, then we can head out. I'll get you some of the good food."
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"Alright."
Eros and Thanatos
An Evangelion and SCP mythos crossover
By DerpymanMT
Site 19
Morning
Cafeteria
The Cafeteria was bustling with activity, as researchers, guards, and low-level humanoid SCPs gathered around and ate.
There was chatter and some laughter. All sorts of life were congregated here in this room. From a man who looked like a cactus to a guy who'd randomly disappear from time to time.
Anomalies from all across the globe were here, eating a somewhat cheap but ok breakfast.
"You know how to use SCP-294 already?"
Clef asked, gesturing to the drink machine. Shinji nodded slightly.
"Some of the others showed me how… But I got in trouble with one of the guards when I tried to use it last time…"
Clef stroked his stubble as he listened, before heading over to the machine.
"Come here."
Shinji hesitantly complied and headed over to the doctor, standing next to him.
Clef turned to the guard next to the machine and snapped his fingers, grabbing their attention.
"From now on, let the kid use the machine, you got me?"
The guard tiredly nodded. Clef faced Shinji again and moved over letting the boy give his order.
Shinji examined the keyboard, thinking about what he would want for a breakfast drink.
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He typed in an order. Immediately as soon as he pressed enter, a foam cup was dispensed and a liquid was poured in.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickled Shinji's nose. The light brown liquid steamed up into his face. Two small sugar cubes dropped in, making a small plop.
A small smile formed on Shinji's face as he took the drink and held it up to his nose.
"I would've thought you'd go for a juice or something, but it's whatever. Let's get some grub, I'll show you how to get the good stuff."
Clef had a large grin on his face, it was almost unsettling.
He followed the strange man to the breakfast line and into the kitchen, where several of the chefs sighed. He walked up to one of them who was cooking on a griddle.
"What do you want Clef? We already gave you your breakfast for today. I'm not giving you another Special."
The chef said exasperated, clearly annoyed at his presence.
"I'm here to give the kid something fresh. You got any more of those veggie omelets?"
The man looked at Shinji and sighed, giving in to Clef's request.
"Give me a few, I'll make one fresh for him, but only this once."
Clef just grinned.
"Come on kid, let's go get a seat. They'll bring it out for us."
He followed him out of the kitchen and back into the cafeteria, where they found a few empty seats.
Shinji hesitantly sipped on his coffee, taking care to not drink it all at once, and savoring the flavor.
But for a moment he stopped and looked up at Clef.
"You don't have to do this for me, you know. I'm used to being alone."
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Clef felt a tinge of pity for him, he knew that there were kids his age who would say the same thing. That'll say they deserve to be loved and have girls flock over to them…
But this kid…
He wasn't like that. He wasn't some incel. He read his files, he listened to the interviews. No…
He genuinely was just fucked over by things he couldn't control.
"Listen, I personally asked my boss to get this case. They were going to send Dr. Gears in for you, but I convinced them not to, due to Dr. Gears' rather apathetic nature."
The boy simply stared down at his cup of coffee, which had barely any coffee left. In a futile attempt to deter Clef from talking, Shinji faked drinking from the cup.
"Do you want another?..."
"N-No. I'm fine."
Shinji kept his eyes to himself, staring blankly at his hands.
The chef soon came out with the omelet, served on a metal plate. He sat it down and turned to Clef, who was grinning like a madman.
"You owe me Clef."
And with that, the man went back to do his duties, Leaving the two alone. Shinji looked down at his food and examined it.
But he didn't care enough to judge it, it wasn't his place to. He was given a meal, the least he could do was eat it.
He took a spork and cut a small piece off.
He then ate it.
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It was good.
He took another bite, and then another, and another.
Clef took quick notice.
"Told ya it was good. Now, hurry up so we can head out."
Shinji finished his meal satisfied. He had already set his plate away and cleaned up. The nice meal made him forget for a moment.
For a moment.
But soon reality came back, and his anxiety levels rose.
"Let's go, it's in the administration wing of the facility."
Clef began walking in long strides out of the cafeteria, almost leaving Shinji behind. He quickly jogged over to Clef, who was still walking very fast.
"So Shinji… Have they shown you the areas you are allowed to go to? If not I can take you after the meeting, and possibly you can meet 999 if the committee allows it."
Shinji just nodded, although he knew that Clef probably didn't see it.
"So who am I meeting this time?..."
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"The O5 council and several members of the Ethics Committee. They want to talk to you about… Well, they'll explain everything."
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"W-who are they?..."
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"My bosses."
To be continued.