Jack Bright didn't mind dying here, in a site hallway in a pool of blood. Not that he ever minded dying of course, the only thing he disliked about it was he never stayed dead.
This time it was quiet. He had been caught in yet another containment breach. The hallway was littered with the bodies of researchers and other staff unlucky enough to be caught in the breach, the only sound other than his laboured breathing being the distant gunshots. If he had a gun he would've just ended the ordeal then and there, but unluckily for Bright, his firearm privileges had just been revoked the other day- something about concerns regarding his terrible aim or what not. And so he lay there, bored as he waited for death to 'take' him.
Suddenly he had a realisation he wasn't alone, and turned as best he could to see SCP-4999, silently offering him a cigarette.
He declined it and sighed. "Y'know I'm not really dying, right?"
4999 pocketed the offered cigarette before lighting one himself, and nodded- or at least Bright thought so. Taking it as an agreement to his statement he gave him a look. "Why are you even here? I'll come back anyway-" He stopped to cough up blood, his newest body nearing its end. "I don't know how you work, but you'd be better off comforting someone who's actually dying."
Much to his frustration, 4999 didn't reply, only placing a hand on his shoulder . He could vaguely make out what he thought was the anomalous man's mouth moving to form words, but by that time black began to creep into his vision.
Once he was gone, 4999 stood up and took one last look at the body- a decently tall man with dark hair. "Just because you're immortal doesn't mean you don't deserve someone to watch over you, Bright."
Hopefully you liked at least one of these :D
I'm a huge fan of angsty fics and stories in general but I haven't really written one so I tried my best here!
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