SCP Animated - Tales From The Foundation: Carson and Y/n

Y/n's POV

The day is as per usual. I sit in the control room, waiting for Carson to return. He left to use the restroom, leaving me to wait, bored out of my mind... but not for long. I can only hope that he'll actually fall for it though. I glance at the can on the desk, thinking about the reaction he'll get. I'm so lost in my thoughts, I almost don't hear the door open.

I turn and Carson appears before me. I quickly pick up the canister and extend it out to him. "Hey baby bro. You want some peanuts?" "Sure, thanks." He takes the container from my hands, unaware of its true contents. I can barely contain myself as I know what is to come next.

He sits down and opens the can... only for a spring snake to spring out and hit him. He stumbles back, surprised at the sudden assault, almost falling out of his chair, but manages to stabilize himself. I can no longer hold back my emotions as I fall back in my chair. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Haa!"

He stares at me, giggles starting to form. "I should have known!" I say, still in tears. "I'm so sorry, I just couldn't resist!" After a minute, I calm myself. "How about we grab an actual snack? I'm in need of a drink." He jumps out of his chair, clearly stoked at the idea. "Absolutely!"

I stand and we exit the room, heading in the direction of the vending machines. Those machines are usually in the hall. Eventually, we reach a few lined up against the wall. I put a few bucks into the slot and push a button. It whirs before a bottle of water dispenses and I pick it up.

I twist the cap off and tap a sip, the liquid refreshing my throat. My mind goes blank... only to be disrupted by Carson's annoyed cries. "Come on, come on! I've paid you already." I look at him, confused. "Give me my choco bar!" I put my hand on his shoulder, he glances at me. "Baby bro, chill. Things probably jammed." I kick it, but to no avail. I try again, a little harder. Still nothing.

At that moment, I hear footsteps coming from behind. Shit! Going to get in trouble for property vandalization... But, my fears subside when I hear a familiar voice. "Hey Carson, Y/n!" Oh, it's just Lawrence. Thank god!

We turn and see him approaching us, Molly a short distance behind him with a disappointed expression. "You two mind helping us out with something here, buddies?" They stop a few feet in front of us. "Sure man, what's the issue?" I ask. "Well, have either of you two heard of Project Achilles?" Carson exclaims. "Oh, Project Achilles? We thought you'd never ask!"

We look at each other, the same idea in mind, then back at them. "We've got just the thing," I state. "And what would that be?" Molly asks. "Well, you know how 096 is all depressed, right?" Carson asks. "Yes, and?" Molly asks. I explain. "We just need to give him a few 'improvements.'"

Molly immediately protests. "Absolutely not! Scp 212 upgrades are always random. What if it makes 096 smarter?" Lawrence tries to assure her. "You heard the bosses, anything that gives him a leg up on the reptile is worth the risk." "Couldn't agree more, man." "Then it's a plan!" Carson exclaims. "We'll drop it off once finished. See you later."

We start walking towards its containment chamber. I hear Molly sigh. "I feel like we're gonna regret this." Lawrence explains to her. "We have no choice, 682 is evolving as we speak." She sighs once more. "Very well then." I understand her concern... But what do we have to lose? That thought leaves my mind as we continue down the hallway.

Time Skip

Carson and I stand outside of Scp 212's cell, Scp 096 by our side, a paper bag with a childish drawing on it by Carson covers its face. I glance at him. "You got your blindfold, right baby bro?" "Of course, I do." He reaches for his pocket, pulling out a long white cloth. "Got it right here." "Good. Let's do this."

We each put our arm around its long arms and approach the door. I push a button and the door slides open. We enter and sit it against the device. We then put on our blindfolds, making sure there are no loose gaps while Carson, using his free hand, feels for the bag and pulls it off.

I hear him take a few steps back. "It's go time!" I only smile, knew he'd been dying to say that. I step away from the contraption before I get "improved" too. I stand beside Carson as the mechanism starts its process.

The anomaly gives a shriek as the machine's arms grab and hold it down while others begin the procedure. I ask Carson. "What kind of improvements do you think it'll get?" "I honestly don't know." After a few minutes, the operation comes to an end. Its appendages retract and let loose the refined anomaly. "Must be finished."

We feel for the Scp. My hands stop at one of its arms. Clearly something metallic has been put on... don't know how it'll work against 682 though. Even I know it has already been tested with blades. Carson puts back on the paper bag, making sure it covers its face entirely.

He taps me and I take off my blindfold, gazing at it, my eyes widen. Dang! That is some awesome armor! "It's safe, baby bro." He removes his and glances at the Shy Guy. "Wow! Look at those!" "I know right? Let's take it to Molly and Lawrence and see how it does against 682." We put our arms around it and lead it to the testing chambers.

Time Skip

It's been an hour since we dropped off 096 to Molly and Lawrence. We stand outside of a containment cell, once again on guard duty. I ask Carson, completely bored. "How do you think the cross-test is going?" He shrugs. "Only time will tell."

All of a sudden, we hear sirens go off. The lights above us flash red. This can only mean one thing, a containment breach. Carson only sighs. "Welp, I can say our idea didn't work." I try to deter his thoughts. "We don't know if this is because of the cross-test."

The site speaker announces as alarms blare. "Attention! Attention! Scp 682 has breached containment. All MTF personnel report to the armory for immediate assistance. Repeat! Scp 682 has breached containment. All MTF personnel report to the armory for immediate assistance."

He stares at me, I raise my hands. "All right, I was wrong! Jesus!" He rolls his eyes. "Now come on! We probably have to go deal with it, we are the containment specialists on call." We hurry down the corridor as the alarms only grow louder along with the screams and heavy footsteps of MTF personnel, rushing to assist with the breach.

5/29/23