Little precision : The SCP foundation is situated in France in this story (A lot of evidence prove that there's more than one foundation, and the main ones are in France, USA, Canada and Russia.)

Sorry for being so late by the way !

Chapter's name : Make Me Feel Secure.

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Comment on video tape #E-~-~-~

I can't believe it.

It does talk.

Dr. ~-~-~-~

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"Here we are, those will be where you'll sleep, eat and do the stuff you want whenever Dr. Alfred or I don't need you." Dr. Matthew said as he pointed at a small department out of the institution, but still on it's ground. You could easily tell that as there were fences all around the place.

"Thank you for showing us around !" Matthias happily replied, getting a smile full his strange joy, even if his fellow partner almost died nearly thirty minutes ago.

"No problem. You should go rest now, we'll probably need you tomorrow."

The recruits nodded and walked off.

"Recruit Gilbert you shall follow me though."

The man stopped, looking back at Matthew. Wait, he almost died some seconds ago and now they wanted to do some crazy test on him again ?! Why ?! He sighed a little exasperated and start to follow the researcher again.

"Sorry... I didn't meant to... Erm... Enrage you by asking you to follow me..." He whispered, looking at the ground as he was walking.

"No, don't be sorry for that. I just don't get why you do all this to me ?" He mumbled back.

"What happened wasn't suppose to happen. Plus, I'm not leading you in a SCP containment cell if that can make you breath easier."

Gilbert sighed in relief, yet a new question made it's way in his head. Where were they going then ?!

"Say, you clearly don't sound like you come from here. Where do you come from ?" Matthew asked suddenly before the other could even add something.

"East Germany."

"But I thought the country was unified now ..?"

"You ask a lot of question kid." He laughed, mostly because he wasn't worried anymore on where they were going. "And you're from the United States ?"

"What ?!" He looked at the other shocked. "Not at all ! I come from Canada ! My brother does come from America though..."

"But you're brothers ?"

"Ever heard of adoption ?"

"But you both look very much alike ?.."

Matthew didn't reply this time. For a moment Gilbert thought he annoyed him, but it wasn't it. The blond was probably not much of a speaker. They reached a small office with the researcher's name of the door.

Dr. Matthew made the German sit on the leather chair in a corner, before calling a someone with his telephone.

"Why ?"

"Just making sure you'll be able to handle what's following. If you don't we'll have to say bye-bye Gil."

"Gil ?" He smirked.

The Canadian's face turned red as he realized he just nicknamed the other. Happily for him, only the recruit heard him. Otherwise, his superior would PuNiSh HiM AgAiN BaD BaD BaD~-~-

He shook his head. The person he called, a brilliant psychologist, came in before Matthew could apologize for his mistake.

"Shouldn't you be always with Dr. Alfred ?"

"I'm quite sorry Dr. Arthur... Dr. Alfred told be to show around the foundation to the recruit, but this one had the bad luck to encounter one of our SCP and-"

"Quit it. Be a good lad and go back with your... With Dr. Alfred."

"Yes sir... Have a good day." The Canadian mumbled and left the office, leaving the recruit and the psychologist together alone.

It was an odd conversation they just had there and it was confusing Gilbert. Why was the psychologist was so rude with his coworker ? Why Matthew seemed so scared of him ?

"Sorry for this. You may sit down." Arthur's voice echoed, bringing Gilbert out of his thoughts.

He obeyed silently, knowing that the man in font of him was superior to his own grade and wasn't the kind of man to mess with. Even if the need of joking about his eyebrows was almost irresistible.

"Recruit Gilbert Beilschmidt... I heard you were implied in a small incident this morning ?" He said as he sat down in front of the albino.

"A small incident ? Two mans died and I almost did ! That's not even close to awesome !"

"Well, you didn't die didn't you ?" He sighed. "You're still taking it better than any other recruit we had just yet. We will just make a little check up alright ?"

Gilbert groaned a little. He was fine ! But getting out of this institute was slowly becoming his main priority. He'll have to ask for when he'll be out of there...

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"I'm betting on a month before he gets judged as unfit." The blond shrugged as he took a coffee. He has been awake for 24 hours straight right now and still had one last duty to fill before going to sleep. Harsh life.

"I'm giving it a week..."

"Woah, when did you get more pessimist than I ?!"

"I'm realist." He sat down at the table and shut up for a moment. The odds would be that the other researcher that would get in would let him assist to the meeting for once. Coffee in hand, the other man came to sit down next to him.

"You're going to send the demand to send it to the Keter section ?" He gasped a little surprised as he looked at the blond's paper work.

"Why do you still use the it pronoun ?"

"Because I don't feel like-."

"Nah forget about it. You need more self confidence that's all. I mean, maybe if they see that 'it's' not a keter, they'll let 'it' alone for a while. Plus, they're stressing me out with all the 'you're acting like it's a Safe.'."

The first man kept quiet, not adding anything as new researchers made their way in the meeting room.