Got it from some Tumblr post.

Prompt: 42. Inspired by modern horror. (Paranormal Activity, Silent Hill, The Possession, the Saw franchise, etc.)

Note: disturbing themes. And by disturbing, I mean creepily unnerving. I don't know, I'm still new to writing horror...

Here, nothing was safe. Nobody was safe.

Marth shivered and hurried along, constantly looking around him for SCP-173, otherwise known as "The Statue".

His first priority should be to get out of the facility whole, sane, and alive, but the only thought in his mind was the worry for his coworker... Where the hell can Kris be?

A flash of green appeared in his peripheral vision, making him jump and immediately press his back to the wall, his heart beating loudly within the usual silence, or so he thought. He scanned the hallway several times. Keeping his back to said wall, he slid himself to an intersection, keeping himself at it. He couldn't stay there forever, of course, but at least he had a greater range of vision. What was that green flash anyways?

It appeared again, and this time, he tried to catch a straight-on view on what it was, to no avail.

Nothing but darkness, the intersection, himself, and the hallways.

Nothing was safe. Nobody was safe. Nowhere was safe

He had an urge to bring out his flashlight, but he didn't find any nee, fresh batteries yet, and he could see well enough in the darkness.

Of course, he could always lock himself inside a room, but he didn't have any keys to do something of the sort and he doubted 173 could be stopped by something so petty. Well, that soapstone statue he was in charge of never was either, and that was definitely more powerful than The Statue. Maybe he was over-analyzing a bit.

No. Anything concerning sentient, animate objects cannot be underestimated, as he had remembered from previous experience. He trembled under the memory.

"Marth?"

At most times, he would have been relieved to hear Kris' voice, but... why was it behind him? He pressed a hand against the wall and pushed as much as he could while still having both of his sights on the hallways.

Nothing gave way.

"Marth?"

Not even the walls, so sturdy, still, and neutral, were safe. Even worse, right after he had blinked, something that looked akin to a stuffy hand appeared right at the end of the hallway he was going into, disappearing at the arm surely to the rest of the stone, cruel body.

A hand on his shoulder made him shriek, jumping back (or rather, jumped forward) and losing eye contact with everything. Marth crashed onto the floor in the hallway with what he was absolutely sure was 173.

He opened his eyes, and this time, any sound at all could not properly express his fear, his throat tightening up, his larynx denying him the ability to scream once again.

Surely nothing could be more terrifying than the ugly, stone and looming face of (he denied it as inevitable) death, its stubby stone hand that could have been cute in other instances just fractions of an inch away from snapping his neck.

Would it be painful to die like this, he wondered.

He slid out from within the loose cage that the SCP had held him in, breathing heavily, not daring to make a single sound, defying himself the liberty of blinking just one damn time.

Someone pulled him up and embraced him from behind. "Marth, it's okay. I'm here. IT taught me how to hide. I'll teach you too."

That was undoubtedly Kris. He relaxed and released a whimper as they into the wall.

Wait... what...?

"Hiding in the shadows. It'll be okay, I'm sure of it."

The two held each other like this as they watched the Euclid-class SCP flash past them. That was how fast it was: a flash.

They got back at the hallway and went towards the opposite direction, walking back to back, doing their best not to blink. Neither dared to cry from their shared fear.

Turning a corner, they spoke again. "Marth, if anything happens, know that I love you."

He smiled despite of their situation. "I love you too."

Perhaps it was this love that kept them togethe—

crack

"Kris?"

crack

No more fear.

A/N:

I suck at horror. SCP for the win, by the way.

By the way... Did no one seriously get the Mr. Kaga reference on the last chapter?!