Requested by @ursogay777
Humming, I walk through the halls of the facility, arms clasped behind my back as I walk. I glance at a light as it flickers back to life. Seems someone turned the lights on. Nifty.
I grin as I continue to walk through the halls, now filled with light. Running into several other escaping SCP creatures, I'm assured I'm going in the right direction. This isn't the first breach I've attempted. Of course, I never start my own breaches. That'd be silly for a Safe Class like me.
Yep! I'm a Safe Class SCP. Why? Well, because the only anomalous thing I can do is have infinite life. Not very threatening, huh? So that's why I'm a Safe Class. Although I'm referred to as SCP 6386, nicknamed 'Immortal'. Not the most creative, but better than others. I've heard someone once call an SCP 'Peanut'. Dunno what he does but it's said he likes to... Crunch? I believe is what the scientists have said.
I'm knocked out of my thoughts by a strong force, sending my flying back. I gasp for breath as I look up, immediately making eye contact with grey eyes. I smile kindly at the person- man- before me. He looked very attractive, olive skin, dark black hair, grey eyes. He also has a few weird red markings on his body, which was only clothed in a pair of pants and boots, both black.
"Hello!" I exclaimed, standing up. I wince at a sudden pain in my stomach, looking down to see a long sword stabbed into my torso. I pull it out, groaning at the pain. Despite being immortal, my injuries still hurt like a bitch.
I hold the sword back out to the man, watching the hole he created slowly mend back together. My ability reminded me a lot of a character from a movie I watched before I was captured. I can't for the life of me remember the name, only remembering he wore a red suit and had two swords strapped to the back. He had healing powers, too.
I look back up at the man as he takes his sword back, looking at me astounded. I beam up at him, lifting my shirt for a better view of my regenerating body. "My anomalous power is immortality so I can regenerate or come back to life from any injuries." I explain.
The man grunts before pushing past me, causing me to fall back down. I huff as I watch him, standing up and dusting myself up.
"You are going the wrong way to the escape doors, you know. Plus, it's rude to just push someone over and not apologize!" I whine. He turns to me, an obviously annoyed expression on his features.
"Lead." He growls, causing me to tilt my head. My face shows confusion, followed by a "huh?"
"Lead the way." He motions down the hallway with one of his swords. I break out in a grin as I turn and continue to walk like I had been doing before he showed up. I look over my shoulder to see him following me, causing me to smile at him and wave.
He awkwardly waves back at me, confusion etching into his features. I giggle as I turn back around, walking through the hallways.
"So, how long have you been in the facility?" I ask him. I look over my shoulder to see him shrug. I slow my pace, allowing myself to walk beside him.
"Judging by your number, I'd say it's been pretty long. I'm SCP 6386, one of the more recent numbers. They just keep going and going. There are also many under one number, being a dash number or letter." I explain. I giggle as I think of some of the SCP's I've heard of. Such as that 049-J. He seemed like a fun fellow.
"I knew that." He mutters. I quirk my heard to the side as I look at him. "I'm a dash two. 076-2." I nod in understanding, happy he shared a bit of information about himself with me.
"Must be weird to be addressed as 076-2, huh? The researchers sure do have a mouth full with that, I bet. Do you have a real name?"
The man, SCP 076-2, grunts again. It seems to be a common vocal cue of his. "Able."
I raise my eyebrow at his name, isn't that some biblical name? I voice the same question that just ran through my mind, watching him intently.
"I don't care much for that book of bullshit." He growled. I hum in response, nodding along to his words. "Alright."
It's silent for a bit, only the sounds of his heavy footsteps are heard echoing down the halls. I jump as I hear a loud roar, obviously from SCP 682.
A growl emits from Able. I turn to look at him with a questioning look. He storms off in the direction the noise came from- to the left. I follow behind him, curiosity flowing through me.
I notice he now has two swords, opposed to the only one he had earlier. I go to ask him where it came from, but stop when I notice the large reptile. I take a step back in shock. He could easily eat me in one bite.
"Hey, you big bastard!" Able yells, catching the attention of the rampaging beast. My eyes widen at Able confronting him.
"What are you doing?" I whisper, rather harshly. Able turns to look at me with an angry glare before turning back around to 682. I huff as I move closer to him, being stared down by 682.
I glare right back at him as I grab Able and drag him off. "Do you want to fight a dragon who won't die like me and change getting captured again, or do you want to fucking escape?" I ask. 682 follows us down the halls, making it apparent he is following us.
Able sighs as he follows me, both his swords disappearing. I grin in triumph, turning back to look at the two. They are walking beside each other, pushing each other back into walls. I laugh at sight, shaking my head.
"Now now, you two. You can fight as soon as we escape, yeah? How's that sound." I laugh. 682 glares at me, growling lowly. "You don't control me, human."
He tackled Able, snarling as he pinned him to the floor. I yell as I run up to the two, attempting to push him off Able. He threw me back with his tail, causing me to go crashing through at least three walls.
I groan as I stand up, my broken spine mending back together as I do so. Tears spill down my face at the pain, causing me to take slow steps.
I inhale deeply as I make my way back to 682 and Able. The two are going at each other, Able's swords pulling large pieces of flesh from 682's back he's sat upon while the aforementioned SCP tries to buck him off. He rolls onto his back, roaring loudly as he attempts to crush Able.
I pull Able away from 682, running through the halls with him. "Why did you even go after him in the first place?" I ask, looking back at Able as we run. I jump as 682 crashes through the walls, following closely behind us.
Able throws me over his shoulder as he runs, sprinting through the halls at my directions towards the exit. I scream as we crash through the large bay door to exit the building. He runs down the stairs and continues along the sidewalk.
682 crashes through the door, hurtling over the side of the railing to follow us. Able pants as he runs, cutting through the chain-link fence. He keeps running through the forest surrounding the facility, trying to lose 682.
"He's following our scent, he will inevitably find us!" I cry, watching trees crash to the ground.
"Well, then I'll fight him!" He gently places me on the ground before running back the way we just came. I sigh as I follow him. No point in just sitting around here by myself.
"SCP 6386 spotted." My eyes widen. I look around before running after Able. "Able! We need to leave! The MTF are here!" I yell. I pant as I see him and 682 brawling in a clearing due to 682 having knocked all the trees over.
"Guys! Enough!" I yell, voice echoing around the area. The two stop and look at me. 682 closes his jaw and steps off Able. He advances towards me before he's shot in the side by a tranquillizer dart, followed by about 500 more. He roars as he falls to his side, eyes shutting.
"MTF!" I scream at Able. He runs towards me before he, too, is shot with a few tranquillizer darts. He groans as he falls back, impaling himself on a branch from a broken tree.
I cry out at the sight. Able's body flies back as if attached to an invisible rope, pulling him somewhere. I flinch as I'm handcuffed by an MTF agent.
I glare at the passed out reptilian SCP. It was all his fault Able and I never escaped. I wince as the back of my head is hit, my vision going black.
