A sharp cold breeze covered your body making you shiver, and your eyes fluttered open. You moved a hand up to your face to swipe the hair from your face. Your bones cracked and your muscles were painfully numb. You attempted to stretch out your aching back only to be stopped by a wall behind you.

Your vision slowly cleared, a slight rustling started behind you making you sleepily glace over your shoulder. Your heart started racing when the realization hit you. Your eyes widened and your head pounded when you tried to move away from the black form from behind you. You immediately regretted your decision to move so fast when your legs gave out sending you crashing back down onto your butt with a huff.

The figure moved to look at your fallen form, his eyes shining through his mask held a hint of amusement.

"Good morning," he said rising from his spot to his full, intimidating height.

You looked over at your desk, your brain starting to make connections of what had happened. The clock read 5:00 AM. You had fallen asleep. Your bones cracked again while you reattempted to stand upright after somehow sleeping on the cement floor. So much for the sleeping in you so desperately needed.

"Good morning," you finally replied still in a daze. A rush heat flushed your cheeks. Cautious you met his eyes with your own.

"I'm sorry, for falling asleep," you said grabbing one of your arms tightly with the opposite hand. "I guess I was more tired than I thought."

"It's alright." He said waving it off.

You wabbled slightly trying to keep your balance despite the floor seemingly moving beneath you. You reached out, grabbing onto the closest desk for support. Your heart jumped when your full cup of now cold coffee shook threatening to fall. Maybe if you had taken the time to actually drink it you wouldn't have fallen asleep. Then again it would have been your third cup of the day yesterday so maybe it would have been too much.

Finding your balance you stood up strait and scooped up all of your things. You looked to SCP-049 standing with his hands behind his back. You glanced back at the entrance. Today was one of the few days that you didn't need to be here. Although you have gotten to a point where you didn't mind it, you would even dare to say that you had began to enjoy his company. But that aside a day to yourself would do you good at this point.

"I think I'd better go. I'll see you again tomorrow." You said, warmth in your voice. Grabbing your old coffee to throw away.

"Farewell then, doctor (L/N)." He turned back to his desk.

"Oh, and SCP-049?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you, again.. For last night."

His golden eyes smiled, "You're welcome. Again."

You left down the hallway and almost made it to the elevator. You didn't even touch the button before the elevator opened revealing, of course. Dr. Ogami who stared at you with his usual disappointed scowl.

"You're here early." He said lifting an eyebrow.

"Yea, I just had some work I needed to catch up on." You flashed a smile to try and avoid any problems.

"Ok, well go on now. It's your day off, don't you waste it here." He gestured to the elevator behind him. You felt the twinge of irritation you got everytime he treated you as if you were a child.

You didn't hesitate to switch places with him and get into the elevator.

"Oh, and Dr. (L/N)." He said, his tone shifting. "I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate your work here. You got SCP-049 to talk again. It was nice working with you." A weak smile made it onto his face his eyes squinted in the smile making the wrinkles beside his eyes more defined.

You gave him a confused look. He had never encouraged you before. "Uhh, Thank you. Are you leaving?"

"No. Goodbye Dr. (L/N) I'll see you in the morning, don't be late. I'll have everything ready for you when you come in." His usual condescending tone returning to him.

"Ok, goodbye." You said letting the elevator doors close in front of you. He does realise that he doesn't have to "get everything ready for me right? How old does he think I am? You thought feeling almost bitter. Your stomach immediately attacked you with guilt. He had finally said something nice to you and you immediately did what he had been doing to you. Well at least mentally you did.

You shook your head and decided to forget about the interaction.

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Letting out a sigh you stretched out your sore limbs and slipped out from under the soft warmth of the blankets. You had really needed a second nap. So without hesitation you jumped on the opportunity to begin to catch up on your sleep. You made Your way over to the bathroom, your stomach ached. You may have finally got your extra sleep, but the fact that you hadn't eaten since the bite of cold burrito you got yesterday was still a problem. You knew you needed to take better care of yourself. It was important. It's just that self care was easier said than done.

After you finished brushing through your bed head you wasted no more time to head back out for lunch.

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You maneuvered through the bustling hallways towards the lunchroom. If it wasn't for your stomachs persistent growls you would have waited for a less popular time. Even an extra 30 minutes could have sufficed, but no, the pain was traveling up to your already aching head. Finally you arrived to the prepared trays full of pasta, free for you to take.

You grabbed a tray and immediately escaped that awful crowd. You took in a deep breath after feeling suffocated. You wasted no time to cross the room, away from the 'masses'. Familiar dirty blonde hair caught your eye.

"Hadley?" She turned to you with a startled expression.

"Oh, (y/n). How have you been?"

"Good, how about you? You disappeared for a while." You plopped down on a nearby table.

She shrugged pulling up the neck of her green turtle neck.

"I'm fine, thank you. And I've just been distracted lately. Nothing to worry about." She explained joining you.

You eagerly stuck your fork into your pasta, twirling around the fork to gather up a spiral of noodles covered in white Alfredo sauce. You took a bite enjoying its creamy texture, you grabbed a napkin to take care of the globs of white sauce stuck on the corners of your mouth.

"How is work going for you?" Hadley asked picking at her own plate.

"It's good,"

"Chloe told me you got SCP-049. Are you sure your doing ok? It can be dangerous." She looked at you with a look that reminded you of your mother. You felt uneasy from her concern at first until it hit you. Kayden.

Your eyes softened. "Yes, I'm alright. I promise, he's not that bad." You tried to reassure her with a smile.

"He?" She said her look paranoid look shifted to a almost disgusted expression.

"I-I mean it's not that bad. I'm sorry, force of habit."

One of her eyebrows lifted at you for a moment, she let out a sigh.

"Do you feel safe where you are?"

You stared at her hazel eyes your stomach turning. Did you feel safe? Last night crept back into mind. You opened up to him about your life, and things that you had never told anyone before. You even cried in front of him. Then his breathing drifting you off to sleep. Maybe you almost did.

"Sometimes. I'm always careful though."

Were you though?

She nodded and stared back down at her plate.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. You bit the inside of your cheek.

"How's work going for you?" You finally spoke up, reaching for your food.

"Fine. Really busy though," She hesitated. "There has been a huge spike in deaths. Most are unexplained so I have my work cut out for me. Its times like these when I wish there were more pathologists at this site and not just me and ten others," She explained rubbing her temples.

Your eyebrows furrowed at Hadley's words. You would think that In a facility where someone dies everyday wither it be a D-class, facility guard or a MTF and occasionally a scientist.

"But it's fine." She flashed a fake smile and took a mouthful of pasta.

The two of you stayed in another round of silence with you focusing on your seemingly essential meal. Before you knew it the lunchroom started to filter out as the herd of the foundations personnel finished their meals.

"I think I'd better go back to work," Hadley stated scooping up her now empty plate and slinging her brown leather bag over one shoulder.

"Ok, bye. Good luck." You waved making your leave as well.

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You found yourself traveling along with the all too familiar yellow lines that trailed along the halls of the first floor. Along with the offices of various level 4 scientists and research scientists. You were headed back to your apartment to spend your day preparing for work again tomorrow.

Bang!

You gasped and jumped back when a door flew open In front of you, barely missing your face. Your feet felt slippery beneath you and your hand flew onto your heart. The door slammed against the wall next to you. You instinctively glared at the man in front of you.

Your glare melted away when you recognized the scientist before you. He seemed just as surprised to see you

"(Y/N)! Forgive me." Dr. Sullivan stared at you with his eyebrows raised. The scar over his right eyebrow raising with them.

"It's alright," you glanced at the abused wall that was inches away from being your face. You started to go on your way again.

"Wait," you stopped and looked back. "I need you to come with me."

You started your way back to him your head cocked to the side, "Is everything alright?"

Dr. Sullivan sighed, sadness in his cold, blue eyes. "There's been an accident."

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You followed Dr. Sullivan down to heavy containment and to your dismay he took you over to the elevator leading to the basement, and SCP-049.

The elevator dinged. The first thing you noticed was the heavy silence filling the halls with only the two of your footsteps breaking the tension. Your breathing slowed and you could feel your heart racing. Hadley's words echoed in the back of your mind. Wither you felt safe, the unexplained spike of deaths, and her reminders.

You turned the corner into the lab with full view SCP-049's containment chamber. He stood over the metal table in the center of the chamber. Fresh blood covered his hands and trailed up to his elbows. Some splattered against his chest and dripping from his white mask. He had tracked around thick blood from the puddle forming on floor.

Your stomach lurched and your head pounded. Laying on the table was Dr. Ogami, his large glasses we're shattered on the floor. Wet, shiny organs poking from the opening from his chest to the end of abdomen.

A deep ache filled your heart, it was nearly unbearable. It wasn't just for Dr. Ogami. You walked closer to the glass. Starring broken hearted at the bloody entity. His eyes didn't hold the same kindness that they had earlier. He looked nothing like you had seen before. He glared down completely focused on the operation. If you could even call it that. He had been cutting the same spot since you arrived only for him to finally rip out Dr. Ogami's liver. You flinched at the horrible snapping sound it made.

"What..." You had to swallow back your bile to continue. Pausing for a moment to close your eyes and take a deep breath. The faint smell of iron cursed your nose. "What happened?" You looked up at Dr. Sullivan.

He shook his head. "He was supposed to do an interview with SCP-049 today, but I guess he.. I don't know. I don't know why he went in there. We'll have to see if the camera picked anything up."

"Did you see him today? Did he say anything? It's suspicious. He broke protocol and went in there without any guards or with SCP-049 sedated."

"I did see him this morning, but he didn't say anything much."

You looked at the scene in front of you, a pit started in your stomach and your aching heart cracked. "It was nice working with you." Did he think something like this was going to happen?

"There was one thing." You turned towards an attentive Dr. Sullivan. "He was less grumpy with me this morning. He even complemented me. But then he started talking like he was leaving." You bit your cheek. Something didn't feel right to you. No.. He couldn't have planned this, right? Plus, SCP-049 never thought he had the "Pestilence".

Dr. Sullivan's face wrinkled along with his saddened expression. "Oh," he stared down at the floor mumbling something you couldn't understand, "I need to go. Well I'll let you know if anything comes up."

You instinctively took a step towards him and away from the bloody scene behind you. You didn't want to stay here. Especially not alone. "You can stay here, Dr. (L/N) they need you here. I'm sorry but you'll be working on your own with SCP-049 for a while." He looked down at you. His deep blue eyes held a gentleness that could have soothed you if he hadn't just said one of your worst fears at the worst time.

Your stomach sank. It was as if the walls were closing in around you. This morning the thought of working alone wouldn't have scared you as much as it did now. You wanted to protest, to try and stop the weight building on your chest. But no you had no words.

It would just be you and a couple of guards stationed outside.

It's true that Dr. Ogami was not your favorite person to work with. There were times you wished you had someone else as a co-worker. But this. This isn't what you had in mind. You never wanted him to die.

Dr. Sullivan had already started to make his way out of the lab, "Oh, and again. If you need anything, you know where my office is."

He disappeared leaving you silently taking in what had happened, and the stress he just put on your shoulders. A deep, familiar hum filled the room, sending chills down your spine. Your breathing quickened.

Reluctantly, you turned back around to the scene behind you. SCP-049's hands moved up and down as he methodically stitched Dr. Ogami back together. All the organs he had sprawled across the table were missing, presumably stiffed back into Dr. Ogami's now mutilated abdomen.

As sick as you felt, you couldn't look away. Watching SCP-049's every move hurt you. Every stitch he planted into your former co-worker left a bitter taste in your mouth. You brought your arms closer to your body, hugging yourself tightly. You had gotten too comfortable. A droplet of crimson blood dripped from SCP-049's mask.

Moments past and finally SCP-049's procedure was over. He stepped away from Dr. Ogami and traveled back to his chair, leaving a footprints of blood behind him.

You finally could pull your eyes away from all the gore splattered before you. Making your way over to your desk. Sitting down your heart started racing. You felt too close to the glass. His humming still filled your ears as you leaned your head on one of your hands.

There was a stack of ready documents for you, you felt both a pang in your heart and almost pity. It was one of the last things he did. Give you work. You flipped through the documents. A red envelope caught your eye, sticking out like a sore thumb against all the other white documents. You stopped the flow of papers with your thumb, and grabbing the red letter.

There was no writing on the envelope. There was only a symbol stamped with black wax keeping the letter shut. The symbol was nothing like the SCP foundation's symbol, it had a black swirl with the center being a small, painted red dot. The letter gave you an eerie feeling, everything about it brought up so many questions.

You were brought back to the present when a horrible groaning started beside you. You hesitated looking over your shoulder. You knew what it was. It was Dr. Ogami, and he was going to be the next long documentation process that you had to endure. And stomach.

You looked back. Dr. Ogami, or now you should say, SCP-049-2 was barely making his way off the table. Stumbling and groaning. You stood up and watched the scene play out. You had seen SCP-049's "cure" so many times now that you had almost became immune to the carnage and the bloody results. But this time, it was different than some already deceased animal. This time it was a human. A human whose heart was beating only hours ago.

SCP-049 seemed pleased with the results, his hum returning while he scribbled down something else in his notebook.

You gave him a hard stare, you hadn't meant to. Or maybe you did. The pain was still deep in your chest, and you hated it. You had felt safe, you had opened up. Only to get a rude awakening of who SCP-049 actually was.

The changing of footsteps came from behind you. Each holding a large gun in hand. Passing you they went towards the containment chamber.

"On your orders ma'am," one said, looking at you for instruction.

You took one more look at the scene before you. Dr. Ogami stumbled around barely making it to the other side of the chamber. The huge scar on his abdomen began to bleed. He wasn't who he used to be. The man you knew was gone.

You looked back at the guards. Swallowing your emotion, you gave them a nod.