the rest of these are probably going to be more story based than file from now on
if you have any questions about anything, pls feel free to ask bc i did a shtty job of explaining bc i was doing this to just kill time before
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Site-083 used to be fairly normal.
Wilbur had been assigned two SCPs on his first day the second he stepped into the West Wing on top of Fundy, so one could say he was already mildly distressed. But that was alright with him. He liked the constant rush of work anyway, and seeing as how most of the SCPs in the West Wing were generally peaceful, he had no qualms with the sudden workload. Compared to Site-046, the humanoids were actually quite harmless.
"I'll be back later today, alright Fundy?" He said to the fox that was still exploring his new cell, which had been designed more for human use than his previous one. "They gave me some other SCPs, so it'll take me a while to get settled in." The fox's joints started moving unnaturally, snout becoming shorter and head elongating. Soon enough, a young man sat in its place.
"Be careful, Wil," Fundy replied, still busy going through all the new features of his cell, but now with human thumbs. "See you tonight." Surprisingly, Fundy seemed to be taking the move a lot more calmer than Wilbur, hardly caring about the abrupt shift at all.
Wilbur had to admit he was a little jealous of his attitude, but then again, he supposed this site was more or less the same for Fundy, seeing as how he'd merely be stuck in a different room to pass the time than Site-046. And while Wilbur was more than grateful to transfer alongside what had now become one of his closest friends to a much, much safer site, it still hurt a little to say goodbye to the 'Soot House', as they called themselves.
And so Wilbur made his way throughout the unfamiliar halls, heading towards SCP-7360's containment cell, his latest charge. Wilbur had read up on its files on the flight over, and it seemed to be an overall easy first job for his first day. It was already contained, tested, and generally non-hostile, so Wilbur supposed the only thing he had to do with it for today was meet his partner and do the a shit ton of paperwork before he moved on to SCP-7880.
"Need help?" Came a casual voice from behind. It sounded rather raspy and quite frankly a little teasing, but Wilbur appreciated the sentiment behind it nonetheless. His jet-lagged state was prepared for a fellow scientist when he turned around, or at least a human being. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of a completely diamond-shaped man, they're grin only widening upon hearing Wilbur's yelp of surprise.
"SCP-0014," The diamond man said cheerfully, extending his hand out for Wilbur to shake. "But you can call me Skeppy." He wore the usual white SCP uniform, the logo on his hoodie having been drawn over with sharpie so that it was replaced by a strange, blocky face. His eyes were literally sparkling as he looked Wilbur over, 'hair' styled upward into a somewhat fashionable way. His wide grin was a little hard for Wilbur to distinguish against the rest of his lustrous face, just like all his other features, but Wilbur eventually overcame his mild, tiredness induced shock.
"Nice meeting you Skeppy," Wilbur said, going for a smaller smile of his own as he shook the SCPs hand. "I'm the new doctor from Site-046, Wilbur Soot. You can just call me Wilbur if you'd like."
He was perhaps a little stiff, but the notion of having SCPs free to wander the facility still didn't sit quite right with him, even if this one had been deemed completely safe. Perhaps it was because he worked in a site where even the 'safest' SCPs were always out for blood, or because he simply hadn't gotten to know Skeppy that well yet. Now that Wilbur had finally met him he didn't seem all that bad, although his files did say he was a bit of a troller, and judging by this first introduction, Wilbur couldn't help but already agree.
"Well Wilbur," Skeppy said with a smirk that made it clear he should not be trusted with sharp objects, making his way over to stand besides the significantly taller man to look at the map he was fumbling about with. "Where you heading to?"
"SCP-7360," He answered, both hoping that Skeppy knew where he was and that he wouldn't lead him to someplace else if he did. Based off the twinkling in his eyes, Wilbur couldn't be quite sure just what his excitement was for.
"Oh, I love Techno man!" Skeppy exclaimed, beckoning Wilbur back the way he came with an easy laugh. "Yeah, he's real cool, I'm sure you'll get along great. He can be kind of stiff sometimes though, just a heads up."
"Well I hope he likes me," Wilbur tried for a chuckle, but thankfully Skeppy chose to ignore the awkwardness in his voice as he was lead down the hall towards the cell. Skeppy had begun carrying the conversation after that until they arrived, which Wilbur supposed he was grateful for, but was rather confused when the SCP wanted to go into the observation chamber with Wilbur. He did eventually cave into Skeppy's demands, letting him into the chamber to see the pig hybrid resting calmly atop his bed, not asleep, but definitely seeming as though he would like to be.
"Hello SCP-7360," Wilbur said, activating the comm system in the chamber. "My name is Dr. Wilbur Soot, your new researcher. Pleasure to meet you." The SCP's eyes darted towards the speaker installed into his walls, tilting his head upon hearing Wilbur's voice.
"Hallo," He said in a strangely monotone voice, although his face seemed rather pleased with the new company. "My name is Dave, by the way, but I'm sure you already knew that. Nice to meet you too." Skeppy snickered from besides Wilbur, moving closer to the mic for Techno to hear him better.
"Hey Techno!" Skeppy practically shouted, causing Techno to jump and eyes to widen at the sudden disturbance of the otherwise peaceful conversation. "Did you miss me?" The pig hybrid quickly got over his initial shock with a smirk, relaxing himself back into his previous position.
"Not a bit," He replied smugly, causing Skeppy to splutter through his laughter, seeming ready to start bickering with the SCP once more. They were promptly interrupted, however, by the sound of the observation chamber opening, the figure that walked in bearing a welcoming smile. He was blond, average height, and bearing a strange hat on his head.
"Hey Philza," Skeppy said, easing his way out of the chamber and slinking out the door behind the man, that mischievous twinkle back in his eerie gem eyes. "See you around Wil." And with his goodbye, he slid the door closed behind him, leaving Wilbur a little confused as to what just occurred. He found he didn't have much time to think on it though, as Philza extended his hand out for a shake.
"So you're Doctor Soot, yeah?" Philza asked warmly, looking Wilbur's rather tall frame over with calm, observant eyes as he nodded. "I'm Doctor Phil Watson, the other researcher for Techno. Most everybody around here call me Philza, though. Nice meeting you." Wilbur wasn't quite sure why, but he already liked this 'Philza' guy, matching his smile with a grin of his own.
"Yes, but please call me Wilbur," Wilbur told him, letting his hand slip out from the shake, taking note of how he seemed to be Level Two clearance, the same as him. "You seem like a nice guy Phil. I hope we can get to be friends." Philza only chuckled, nodding.
"You don't seem half bad yourself," Philza replied, moving his mouth to say something else before a monotone voice spoke up to join the conversation.
"So am I just going to have to keep listening to you guys or can I, like," Techno spoke from his spot on his bed, now angled so that it actually seemed like he wanted to become an active participant in the conversation. "Actually be a part of it." Philza chuckled, turning to speak to Techno more like an old friend than an experiment, conversation flowing easily, even with Techno's natural awkwardness.
Wilbur didn't actually get any paperwork done that day. He found himself too caught up with his fellow researcher and new charge, enjoying himself much more than he thought he would in this new location than he expected. Philza was quite enthusiastic and friendly, and he found that Techno was also just as amicable behind his mundane tone, the three of them quickly getting along quite well. The only reason the conversation was cut short was because Philza reminded Wilbur of his second SCP for his first day, offering to take charge of his most pressing reports as a 'welcoming present'. Wilbur didn't doubt for a second that the trio wouldn't become close friends.
Wilbur rushed through the mostly empty halls once more with the directions Philza had given him for SCP-7880, the 'bee boy', as they liked to call him. Not as much was known about this one compared to Techno, seeing as how it was quite new, having only arrived at the Foundation a mere two weeks before Wilbur's transfer. Testing was still ongoing according to its files, and was either unable or unwilling to speak. The only reason he was in Site-083 in the first place being because it seemed human enough, even if it didn't speak. This one was going to be significantly more difficult than Techno, certainly, but Wilbur couldn't help but find himself mildly excited for his new task.
"Are you Dr. Soot?" A deep voice asked, shaking Wilbur out from his thoughts, fatigued body turning to face the dark haired man calling out for him. He was nearly as tall as Wilbur, surprisingly, hair thick and fluffy atop his head, which bore a welcoming and warm smile. His brown eyes were wide and pleasant, a sort of tiredness visible in them despite his attempts to cover it up with his kind smile.
"Yes, I am," Wilbur responded, stopping from his bleary walk to face the man. "And you might be...?" Even though he was a new doctor, he doubted his name would have gotten around so quickly through the facility, even if it was quite smaller than his previous one. The man only smiled, smoothing out some of the wrinkles in his lab coat to make himself look more presentable.
"I'm Dr. Eret," He said with his deep, quiet laugh, beckoning Wilbur to follow him through the door he just emerged from, which Wilbur now realized was the observation chamber for SCP-7880 that he'd been searching for. "I probably wasn't in your report, but I'm the researcher you'll be replacing. I just wanted to meet you, you know, to make sure he'll be in good hands." With a flourish he opened the chamber, pointing inside towards the one-way glass that over looked the bee-boy's containment cell.
"He's a kid," Wilbur mumbled, seeing the tiny boy scratch some sort of pattern into the dirt of his cell, arranging picked flowers on the ground in some sort of childish artistic endeavor. Eret nodded besides him, watching the brown-haired child as well, the antennae and hive system a little too creepy for Wilbur's liking.
He had to be perhaps eleven or twelve, his big, black eyes giving his otherwise human face an eerie vibe that his frown and sharp fangs did little to help. Some of his bees suddenly buzzed around his ear, distracting him just enough for some of the others to lay themselves on top of his drawing without him noticing, outlining it so that when he turned back around, he could see his little project come to life. A simple, innocent laugh graced his lips when he saw. The report had said nothing about its age.
"You can go in and meet him if you want," Eret suggested, after a moment of Wilbur merely staring at the SCP. "I promise his bites aren't as bad as the report says they are. He does scratch sometimes though, so you have to be careful." Eret chuckled, demonstrating his array of scratch marks littering his hands and upper arms. How Wilbur hadn't noticed the slight swelling of of his right arm until now, he wasn't sure, but Eret nodded so encouragingly towards the child that Wilbur found it hard to say no, even against his better judgement.
"Only for a bit," Wilbur muttered, understandably apprehensive about stepping into the Level 2 SCP's chambers. "I suppose I'd like to know him anyway." Eret grinned, opening the door to exit the observation room and back into the hall.
"I'm glad you're my replacement," Eret said as he gestured for Wilbur to follow him into the double door system, causing Wilbur to give a slight tilt of his head. "I might not be the best judge of character, but you seem to be a good guy. I don't know what I'd do if I left Tubbo with one of those awful researchers."
"W-Why thank you," Wilbur responded rather stiffly, Eret's compliment surprisingly genuine, despite how nonchalantly he said it. "But is the- Did you name the SCP?" Eret's finger hovered over the button to open the SCPs door, or 'Tubbo', as he called it. They looked at each other for a second before Eret smiled sheepishly.
"He seemed to like it," He muttered in that deep voice of his, thumb pressing down lightly on button for the door. "I know you're not supposed to, but I like giving the sentient ones names. Helps me work, I guess." Wilbur was about to retort, but bit his tongue, watching the compassionate man as the door opened.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Wilbur chuckled back, stepping slowly into 'Tubbo's' cell, mind wandering to the whole reason he transferred to this Site in the first place. "I do the same thing." A smile graced his lips as he recalled his friend, now contently settled into his new containment cell. Fundy said he didn't actually have a name before Wilbur started calling him by that, but enjoyed it nonetheless, eventually finding himself loving what was originally a pathetic attempt at replicating human speech.
The door closed behind Wilbur, leaving him trapped in the SCPs room. The boy was staring at him with those abnormally large, pure black eyes of his, baring his fangs when Eret took a step closer with a snarl. His bees immediately picked up on his mood, falling into a defensive pattern around him, ready to sting at a moments notice.
"I brought a friend Tubbo," Eret said calmly, not daring to approach the SCP any further, instead waving and talking with the boy from where he stood, several meters away. "He's new here, so it might take a while before he gets settled. You're going to be seeing a lot of him, okay?" The report Wilbur had been given hadn't been too clear as to whether or not the SCP understood human speech, and from what he had read, it appeared as though he were more animal than human, so Wilbur fully expected him to merely continue sitting and watching them. To his surprise, Tubbo's head nodded, still not taking his freakish eyes off the pair, although his bees did relax ever so slightly.
"Hey there," Wilbur said cautiously to the small boy, who only continued looking at him with distaste, shifting from his spot on the ground into a standing position. "My name's Dr. Soot, but a lot of my friends just call me Wilbur. I'm going to be your researcher too, okay?" Tubbo continued staring at the new doctor, hissing at him when he lifted his hand to wave. Not the friendliest SCP, Wilbur noted.
"Come on Tubbo, don't be like that," Eret said pleadingly, taking a step towards the boy, who now shifted his glare to the researcher. "He wants to be your friend too, I promise he won't hurt you." One of Tubbo's bees shot forward and stung Eret right on his exposed hand as he took another step forward. He winced, but it appeared as though its venom wasn't strong enough to actually cause him much pain.
Tubbo made some sort of sound from his throat, and while it sounded much like a growl, it appeared more as though he were attempting to speak with them. He eventually grew frustrated, crossing his thin arms across his chest, watching the pair with displeasure.
"He's in a bit of a sour mood today," Eret supplied, although Wilbur had the sneaking suspicion that he was usually like this anyways, and his presence didn't exactly help. "Wilbur can stay all the way over there if you like, but we really just want to be your friends. So please no more stinging?" Tubbo huffed, neither relaxing nor becoming more hostile as Eret took another hesitant step forward.
Wilbur watched as Eret took another step, pausing just enough so that Tubbo didn't freak. Bees began swarming dangerously near Eret, but the doctor paid them no mind, holding his hands up for Tubbo to see. The SCP growled, an actual growl, not a crude attempt at speech, as though giving Eret one final warning before he added more scars to his already sliced up arms.
"I- I don't think-" Wilbur muttered, catching Tubbo's attention once more. Or Wilbur thought he did. It was hard to tell when he had no pupils.
"Hey Tubbo, how bout this," Eret said, crouching down where he stood slowly as to not startle the child, getting onto a knee so that their eyes were level. "I don't know when I'm going to see you after today, and I just want to say I'm going to miss you, okay? Dr. Wilbur's a nice guy, he won't hurt you either. Now, you don't have to, but I'd like to do that high-five I taught you. I'm not going to move a muscle, but I just wanted to say bye one last time before I go Tubbo." Tubbo stared at him, unblinking.
When Tubbo's hand started moving, Wilbur was sure Eret was five seconds away from getting his face sliced clean off from his sharp claws. His breath hitched, and Eret's eyes closed, and Wilbur fought every urge in him not to run up between the pair. Cautiously, Tubbo brought his hand forward, softly placing a hesitant hand on top of Eret's fluffy hair. He moved it stiffly, as though he were petting a dog rather than a human, a crisp, bright laugh escaping Eret's lips. Tubbo smiled as well, bringing his other hand to rest upon Eret's significantly larger ones in an awkward high-five.
"Thank you Tubbo," Eret laughed, absolutely bursting with joy from the small boy's affection. "I'm really going to miss you." Tubbo stopped tousling the man's hair, Wilbur having relaxed significantly until Tubbo's eyes flitted over to gaze at him. Or at least that was what he assumed, seeing as how his head turned to face him.
Tubbo said nothing to him though, instead wrapping his arms sheepishly around Eret's torso, much to both the researchers' surprise. Wilbur's gasp was all but ignored, a small voice coming from Tubbo's mouth in an attempt at human speech. If Wilbur thought about it, he could make out the faint, childish words: "Miss you too." Eret stiffened, not daring to hug the child back as Tubbo let his arms fall from Eret, continuing to stare the man down.
"T-Take care, T-Tubbo," Eret said, attempting to remain calm but choking on his words every once in a while. Tubbo was pouting, nodding along as he kicked the dirt underneath his foot, watching Eret stand back up and dust off his coat. He turned back towards Wilbur with a bittersweet smile, sparing Tubbo yet another glance through teary eyes as he left the cell for what might be the last time.
"Goodbye," Eret smiled with a wave, and Wilbur couldn't help but think that Dr. Eret was perhaps one of the kindest men he'd ever met. He genuinely thought nothing could change that.
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Wilbur had been living at Site-083 for nearly five years now.
He went through his morning routine with the usual pep in his step, eating his portioned meal quickly before making his way towards Tubbo and Tommy's shared cell. He'd made good progress with Tubbo's speech yesterday, excited to begin teaching him reading now that he'd been diagnosed with dyslexia. Wilbur couldn't help but hum the tune Tommy had gotten stuck in his head as he walked through the halls, bidding good morning to some fellow researchers as he passed by.
He approached the cell, reminding himself that he also had to deal with another one of Techno's ravages later on, about to make a note for it before he realized that the door for the 7880 observation chamber was... Open. His brows furrowed, face falling into a confused frown as he approached. Dream said he was going to be busy with that George SCP today, that he wouldn't have time to drop by. As far as Wilbur was concerned, he and Dream were the only two charged with Tubbo and Tommy, so there should be no reason for anyone else to stop by.
Cautiously, he pried the door open enough to see who was inside. He couldn't restrain his gasp, nearly dropping his clipboard when he saw the white-eyed figure inside, staring blank-faced at the two SCPs. If Wilbur hadn't know better, he would have said he seemed almost... Sad. Upon hearing Wilbur's sound of surprise, he turned, face as stoic as always.
"Good morning Dr. Soot," Eret mumbled, returning his attention back to his former charge and Tommy. "I'm sorry for the break in protocol. I'll be... Out of your hair soon." And just as he said, the once delightful man quickly turned back towards the exit, brushing against Wilbur briefly, almost hesitantly before leaving.
"Hey, Eret?" Wilbur asked, unsure of how to speak to the man that was once his friend. Eret paused, turning to face Wilbur with a slight look of surprise. Wilbur's fingers fiddled with his clipboard as he stared at the man, now so different ever since his 'incident'. The report had said that there were no physcological changes in him. The report Ⱡ¡⁞ⅈǝ¶ȸ.
"Yes?" Eret asked calmly, adjusting his glasses so as to cover his eyes once more, the faint glow still visible to Wilbur despite his attempts to hide it. Wilbur's breath hitched, but pushed forward anyway.
"Would you like to see him again?" He asked despite his better judgement, although he was much to curious as to whether or not Eret would accept. "It has been an awfully long time. I'm sure he misses you." Eret paused at that, lingering at the doorway as he turned to face the bee boy again.
"No, I only came to see SCP-7883-A," Eret said in that same professional tone Wilbur had become accustomed to, although was it just Wilbur's imagination, or did he seem rather upset behind those glasses o his. "Tubbo is no longer my charge; I have no business with him. Have a good day Dr. Soot." And with that, Eret took his leave, leaving Wilbur stunned in his place, eyes falling back onto the two boys. Wilbur couldn't help but resist a smile.
Eret had called him Tubbo.
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