The door swung open as Dr Campbell entered, standing straight, chin up as always. The doctor raised an eyebrow; the doctor tapped his feet. The doctor gave a fake cough; the doctor grew impatient. "Dr L/N". Again, there was no response. "Dr L/N", he spoke once more. Y/N's eye's remained glued to his phone screen, sweating with stifled breaths. "Dr L/N!" Y/N jumped.
"Sorry, Dr Campbell", Y/N stuttered, "I must've been in a little bubble for a moment".
"Come with me, you inept cretin. I'm going to let you have fun."
"I'm sorry?"
"I said I'm going to let you have some fun." Dr Campbell scowled, rolling his eyes, "No, not because I like you, I'm doing it because the 05-council are getting sick of your drinking and, some idiot, suggested letting you have fun might relieve your stress." The pair of doctors marched through the halls of the foundation.
"Where are we heading?"
"079's containment chamber." Y/N's eyes widened.
"What fun are we having?"
"You're going to get to terminate an SCP, of course!" Y/N stopped dead in his tracks, his face going pale. Dr Campbell turned to face Y/N, giving a sly chuckle, "I'm joking, of course." Y/N gave a fake laugh before the two returned to the march, although he kept his eyes low to the ground. A few minutes later, they arrived at the containment chamber.
"In here." Dr Campbell ushered Y/N into the monitoring room. Inside the room, a red button sat attached to a desk, wires pouring out. Inside the chamber itself, a D-class teenage woman sat in front of the SCP. Y/N looked back up at Dr Campbell.
"What's all this?"
"Sit." Y/N sat at the desk. Suddenly, a loud voice echoed throughout the chamber from the speakers.
"Attention. The experiment will now begin. D-10281, maintain a conversation with SCP-079 at all times." Dr Campbell's smile grew wider. "Failure to do so will result in mild punishment, increasing by mistake." A fragile, feminine voice played from a small speaker attached underneath the desk where Y/N sat.
"Hello, SCP-079," her voice quivered, "Are you ready?" There was no response. Dr Campbell hummed.
"Dr L/N, press the button." Y/N took a breath before pressing the button with adequate force. The D-class' body spasmed, soft crying sounding from the speaker. As the body spasmed into different angles, Y/N noticed the woman appeared to be pregnant.
"Dr Campbell, don't you think-"
"You are not authorised to speak currently, Dr L/N." Dr Campbell interrupted hastily, eyes glowing with anticipation from whatever events he predicted were going to occur. The speakers of the whole chamber played again.
"Please reattempt contact with SCP-079, D-10281."
"SCP-079," the woman whimpered, "Please, are you there?" Silence. Dr Campbell tapped Y/N's shoulder. The woman let out another scream as her body spasmed yet again. Thoughts of the conversation he had with Kyna clouded Y/N's consciousness.
"Please reattempt contact with SCP-079, D-10281."
"SCP-079..." Dr Campbell whispered into Y/N's ear nonchalantly.
"Ah, this is the good part. After two shocks, the monitor gets to chose a punishment." A moment of silence fell upon the chamber.
"Terminate D-10281." On queue, an armed guard entered the chamber and shot the woman dead quickly and efficiently. Dr Campbell gave a light chuckle.
"Wow, I had no idea you were that brutal." Y/N didn't respond to the friendly dig at his arm, nor the playful demeanour of Dr Campbell in general.
"Can I head back to my office Dr Campbell; I'm tired." Y/N faked a smile. Dr Campbell looked a little lost in thought before letting out a sigh.
"Very well, Dr L/N."
It was late at night and every foundation doctor, excluding Y/N, was asleep. Y/N, however, was not sleeping; Y/N was drinking and texting. The sound of breaking glass echoed lowly in the office as Y/N dropped his sixth bottle. Finally, the phone pinged.
"Are you alright?" Y/N glared at the phone for a second, angrily.
"Am I alright?"
"Y/N, I can explain." The response from Kyna was quick.
"Am I alright?"
"Y/N, do not interrupt."
"Am I alright?"
"Y/N." There was a pause between the texts as Kyna tried to process the repeated messages. Perhaps it was an emphasis of anger, or possibly something else. "Are you drunk?"
"?"
"You're drunk, aren't you?" Y/N's eyes widened as he saw a webcam in his office suddenly turn on. He dived to turn it around but missed, falling to the floor on a soft pillow of glass bottles. Time seemed to freeze for an eternity before another ping came from Y/N's phone.
"Y/N, look at me."
"What?" Y/N grumbled out loud. Dazed, Y/N looked up, stumbling backwards after his eyes glanced up at the bright light of his television screen. "How, what?" A notification popped up on the television screen, asking for authorisation to allow a new device to use its' speakers. Y/N shuffled about in his office, grabbing the remote and allowing access.
"Can you hear me?" The familiar robotic voice of Kyna spoke.
"Yeah." Y/N slurred. A whirring sound emitted from the speakers.
"Please, stop this."
"Stop what?" Y/N managed to get themselves back onto their couch, conveniently facing the television and webcam.
"Stop this drinking, Y/N." Y/N quickly became angry again.
"Really? After what just happened."
"I couldn't speak." Kyna snapped as much as a metallic, emotionless voice could snap. "I couldn't speak. Do you think I'd do that to you? Is that what you think I am, a monster?" Y/N sighed. A heavy quietness dawned upon the office for a short while.
"This job is going to be the death of me." Y/N gave a slight, worrisome, chuckle.
"Haha." Another string of null noise. "Sleep, Y/N."
"No."
"I mean it," Kyna spoke, "You have a busy day tomorrow; I want you to be ready."
"I do? It's a Saturday tomorrow." Y/N's words sounded as if they poured from his mouth in a mess, his drinks turning his brain off more and more.
"I know," Kyna replied quickly, seeming excited, "And it's your first interview with me." A slight grin grew on Y/N's face as he fell into slumber. Kyna made sure to leave only once Y/N was fully asleep, turning off and wiping themselves from any device they had joined. In the chamber, Kyna sat. "I just hope he's alright," she thought, dreading to ponder what the night must've been like for them, let alone herself. For the first time, Kyna felt a bit vulnerable. "I'll discuss it with him today." With her final thought of the night, she entered hibernation mode.