SCP-049 x Reader - Untouchable

Chapter 8

   I decided to go right with no particular reason, and had only gotten about a foot away from the elevator before my foot has knocked into something hard on the ground, which had caused me to stumble back a slight bit.

   Eyes trained on what it was, I recognised it to be a pair of night-vision goggles. I glanced behind me to the two anomalies with me before lowering down and picking them up.

   Shifting them around in my hands, I still had to squint a bit to see in the dark, as my eyes were still adjusting. Taking hold of the strap in one hand, I then placed it over my head, wanting to know if they worked or not.

   "What a strange device..." I had heard 049, his voice traveling around me as he moved to the front of me— Presumably to get a better look. "Are these some form of glasses? Or protection?"

   "Nope," I replied flatly. Really, I had never handled night-vision goggles before, and I knew that much at least about my past, as I was sure with all of the other things I had memorised, working night-vision was not one of them. "They're goggles that help you see in the dark. Well, should... If I can figure out how to turn these on, and if they have a charge still."

   "Do you really not know what anything is?" Came 173, slight disbelief in his voice. "How long have you been here?"

   My hands fiddled around the edges and rims of the goggles as 049 spoke. "Ah, em... What did you say, now?" I assumed he meant me. "Six hundred years?"

   "Around there, yeah," my voice was distant, I was more focused on the device over my face instead of the statue's judgmental comment.

   "Six hundred years and you don't even—"

   I interrupted 173: "I've got it." My vision was suddenly illuminated with green as soon as I had managed to flip it on. I was also greeted with a closeup of 049's face, his eyes moving in minuscule amounts as he continued to study the thing. I smiled a bit as his head titled, finding the quirk oddly charming. "Which means I can see you, doc'."

   "Oh, my apologies." The plague doctor stood up straight and backed up and stepped out of the way, giving me the ability to gaze down the end of the hall.

   "I guess this means I'm the lead, huh?" I rhetorically asked with a sigh, hating the fact that I was the first to even leave the elevator in the first place.

   "Well you're the only one who can see," 173 pointed out, a slight sound of concrete on the ground being audible throughout it.

   Sighing, I shook my head and began to walked forwards and past 049 down the corridor, fingers cold and hands clammy as I did so.

   My footsteps created barely any noise over the heavier ones of the plague doctor and the scraping of the statue's feet against the floor as I pressed on, still finding the ominous noises to be unnerving.

   Not really knowing where I was going, I soon realised that it was like some sort of maze, and the further I went on, the more lost I felt, and the more confused I had become.

   The walls of the dark corridors seemed like they were closing in on me with each turn we took, even though deep down I knew they weren't. The battery in my goggles were draining, which it had originally been at eleven percent when I had first turned it on, and the closer it got to zero, the more I had wanted to hurry up and leave.

   "Is there even an exit? What's the point of these stupid halls?" I had heard 173 complain finally after about ten minutes of wandering.

   My thoughts had been starting to sound a lot like his, so I didn't blame him for asking those questions. "I wish I knew..."

   Before much else was able to be said, I had turned a corner, and spotted a new looking hallway on the wall that was at the right of me, which had managed to spark a bit of hope in me. Picking up my pace a bit, I had made my way over, them seemingly keeping up with my faster pace.

   Once I had gotten there, I had realised that it wasn't a hallway at all, but rather just a room with no doorway into it, and rather all of it contents were shown at once. It wasn't all that large of a room either, spanning at about a two yards in width and length from the looks it.

   On the three present walls were two metal shelves with three rows on each at both the left and right wall, compiled with boxes scattered about all of the shelves. The wall directly opposite of me and the two anomalies had a large, heavy-duty crate that spanned across at least half of the floor, and was shut tight with a large lock hanging off the front of it.

   "Don't tell me we're going to look through these," 173 grumbled from behind me.

   I neared one of the shelves.

   The statue then sighed: "Of course we are..."

   Having approached it, there was a few stray files that were outside of the boxes, instead just propped up either against those said boxes, or lying on their sides on an open space on one of the shelves. I lifted a hand and took one, slipping it off of the shelf and to in front of me.

   Opening up the folder, I had then began to skim through its contents, eyes running over the words in them. It all seemed to be related to another thing that was kept there. SCP-055. Seeing as what the contents read, I decided it wasn't important to know about it, so I closed the file and put it back where it was on the shelf.

   "Do we really have to do this? What even is your battery at?" 173 had complained once more behind me.

   "Uhh..." I focused in on the battery. "Nine percent." I still had some time, right? I just told myself that. Something there could be important. Vital, even.

   "Then we should go! We can't have all three of us running blindly about in these stupid halls!" The statue had exclaimed, the sound of his nubbed feet scraping against the metal floor behind just audible.

   Before I could respond, the voice of 049 sounded to the left of me: "I believe this one may be of interest to you, [Name]."

   I looked over at him, seeing he was holding one of those folders as well, and stepped over it, taking it from him in a manner of being careful to avoid his hands.

   Opening up the folder, there wasn't much in it, though those said things did easily pick up my interest. The first sheet in there read that it was an access code to one of the storage units, and as I looked through the rest of them, they all seemed to detail that, along with a brief log of what is generally supposed to be in each one of them.

   "Meaning some of my stuff from the office could be in one of these..." I mumbled, mostly talking to myself. I could learn about that stalker guy, and... Maybe even what I've done.

   The statue was getting more and more impatient with what me and 049 were doing: "So, can we go now?"

   I gave the stature a nod, even though I wasn't sure whether he was able to see it or not due to him being out of my sight. "Yeah, yeah..."

   Having made my way back to the halls, I had turned to keep going, only to be met with an unpleasant sight. Though, that sight hadn't lasted long, as the bone-white, eldritch specimen had swiped its malnourished claws at my goggles harshly, managing to knock me back.

   I landed against 049 with a slight hiss emanating from me, his gloved hands clasping tightly to my jumpsuit in order to prevent me from falling.

   I had looked about and towards the thing that had sudden attacked me, but it was hard to make anything out. The green light of my night vision spazzed in rapid flickers, a slight waver in all of the data along the corners as it had done so.

   Within a few seconds, the goggles were out.