His face was void of emotion as he worked. The last pieces were in place, and he could finally call his creation finished. Tord knew that it was finished, and he had no need to test it yet again. The emotionless face fell and morphed into one of content, he could finally call his project complete.
Next objective: Bring device to 5043 and secure device, thereby gaining full control of 5043.
Easy.
Just put on a yet another emotional facade, like he had done so many times in the past. This time though, it was only for gain. He had nothing to lose. He gently placed the device in his large coat pocket, and began taking robotic steps towards the infirmary where 5043 was being held. Reports had stated the he was docile for the time being, and any direct medication had stopped being administered for several days. The only reasoning for keeping it in the infirmary was because its cell was still... out of order
Stuffing the device into his comically over-sized coat pocket, Tord began making his way towards the infirmary.
As he rounded a corner, a man exited an office across the hall. Tord didn't think much of it, that is until the man jumped in front of him, halting him in his path.
"Excuse m-"
Tord was cut of by the man giving him a hard shove, making him stumble back. "Sir, I am carrying extremely important technology so I don't think you shoul-"
"Ha! Who in their right mind would trust you with 'important technology', much less anything! Especially with what after you did." the man ridiculed him.
"And who do you think you are?" Tord asked harshly.
"Are you playing dumb? Did that monster seriously knock your brains around that much? Or are you too scared to confront me? I'm Richard-fucking-Roskam, and you damn well know it."
A sudden surge of emotion ran deeply through Tord, something about this man or what he said, had clearly struck an unknown nerve.
"I do not know who you are, but if you interfere with this project I will send 5043 after you and make sure it removes your organs and decorates its cell with them. Clear?" Tord snarled into the mans face, then smiled sweetly and walked away. Roskam watched him leave with wide eyes, and -until he was sure the other man was far gone- stayed still.
...
Tord arrived at the infirmary shortly, having sped up after the encounter with the man. Supposedly this man knew him, and some little thing inside him was telling him that he should fear the man, that the man was well known, that he is bad news. He stuffed down the small inkling of fear as he arrived to the infirmary, the clean smell of the building shifting into one of anti-bacterial soaps and what-not. Tord had memorized the room number that 5043 was housed in, and made a beeline for it. The door opened without a creak, and startled the man who was laying in the white bed. Tord knew 5043's file back and front like he knew what color his lab jacket was, but it was still a slight shock to see its eyes. And yet, something familiar lay deep within those black pits of his-its. Something that felt nostalgic to Tord, like a forgotten memory that had been stuffed into the crevices of his own mind.
Supposedly, he knew and was close friends with this SCP, and this is what the SCP knew.
So that's is how he had to act.
...
Tom had been mulling over his current options. He could somehow gain control of the monster right here and now, escape, then...what would he do? Go back to work and pretend nothing happened? He'd only been absent for...probably around five to six months. To Tom, the days seemed to blur endlessly into one another. What other options did he have? He could submit to the Foundation, but that would mean bringing he monster back into play, which was his last choice. A silent motion to his right dragged him painfully back to reality, only for his fears to melt at the sight of a familiar spiked silhouette entering the door.
"Tord!" he choked out, his voice cracked and dry from disuse.
"Hello..Thomas." Tord replied coolly, looking a bit startled from being called upon.
"I've missed you so much! Where have you been while I've been cooped up here! It sucks without you." Tom began to gush. Tord sat down uncomfortably on the side of the bed, looking as if he didn't know what to make of Tom.
"Here, put this on. It'll help you fully control the monster." Tord said out of the blue, handing Tom an object from his pocket.
Tom turned it over in his hands, inspecting it carefully. It was a visor of sorts, with a black screen and loose strap. He looked up at Tord suspiciously, debating whether or not he should put it on.
"What if you're lying to me?" Tom said warily, "What if this thing like, I don't know, mind controls me!"
"Come on now 50-Thomas, when have I lied to you?"
Tom glanced at Tord's reassuring face, almost begging him to put it on. He gingerly placed the visor over his eyes and attached the strap.
"Here, I'll turn it on for you," Tord said, reaching over and hitting a small button on the side of the visor.
Instantly, bolts of pain stabbed through Tom's head. He cried out in shock, lashing out blindly towards Tord. Fatigue swept through his body like a wave, putting weights on his eyelids and turning his limbs into cement as he collapsed into Tord's arms.
"What the hell did you do?!" Tom shouted, but it only came out as a coarse whisper. He reached up, weakly clawing at the visor that was latched onto his face.
"Don't worry, 5043. Just go to sleep and it will be over soon." Tord murmured, petting Tom's head.
"No..." Tom whispered, clutching desperately at Tord's coat.
"It'll all be over soon."
And with those final words, Tom's world went dark.
hope you hate me now :)
also tord says 5043 like five-oh-four-three
and so does everyone elsso lol
time to disappear for another month
sxdfcgbhjkml,;'.
-trashbag
