Thin golden curtains swayed, almost brushing against your face as a cool gust of wind blew them towards you. The air conditioning beside you hummed as you studied the canopy above you. You didn't know how long you had laid on the floor after you passed out. All you knew was by the time you came to you were quick to turn on the lights. Trying to control yourself to prevent a second break down. The room felt small, swallowed by all the luxurious and unnecessary furniture scattered about your room. The canopy bed had hidden the red couch and wooden coffee table on the far side of your room. It felt strangely decorated. The bed was the first thing you could see while the living area lay hidden behind the long curtains hiding your bed. The strange layout of the room only amplified your discomfort. It reminded you of your father's makeshift laboratory in the shed behind your childhood home. Messy and out of place. Not that you were much better though, among many other things you had inherited, your disorganized clumsiness was from your father. All the while your mother had always been gracefully serene, a calm after the storm that was your father.

At least, that was how it used to be. You took in a deep shaky breath pushing back the memory of what your family used to be. Those memories burned in your brain ever since you were reunited with your father. Your breathing caught when your mind went back to earlier. You hated the fact that you panicked when you spoke. Letting out information or feelings that you wished you had kept silent out of fear. You should have known better. But now, you weren't going to make that mistake again. Running a hand through your damp hair you bit your cheek trying to calm your stomach. You had decided to take a hot shower at about 3:00 AM, as an attempt to calm your nerves. It didn't help. As soon as you allowed yourself to relax you felt that guilt and fear creep back inside you.

You shut your eyes feeling the cold breeze cool your warm skin. It had been hours since your dad locked you in here. Leaving you with only a key card that had so far proven to be useless. Since it unlocked only the doors he wanted you to enter. Apparently your own room was not one of those doors.

Pulling your hand back you rubbed your dark eyes. Again, sleep wasn't an option. The second you drifted off was the second you relieved all the nightmares you had faced before. Your nightmares had somehow become increasingly worse as the nights went on making sleep a very difficult thing to do. Rolling over in bed you laid on your right side staring at the door. Shifting around under the sheets you made yourself comfortable.

That's the one good thing your father did for you at least. He took away your injuries. But then he turned around and hurt someone else. You sighed; bright yellow eyes resurfaced in the back of your mind.

His expression. You had never seen him in so much pain before. SCP-049 had always been so composed around you, to the point that you had begun to occasionally associate him with calm feelings. You frowned. The last time you saw him in pain was when you two were trapped in that forest, but that time it was more of an emotional pain. Not the physical and mental pain you had witnessed.

You shoved your arm under the pillow and rested your head on top of it. It caused your heart to ache, just thinking of what he was going through. You fought back the unexpected moisture forming in your eyes. Taking deep breaths, you pulled the covers over your shoulder, burying yourself in the warm blankets.

You felt hopeless again. As you had said you didn't want anything to do with this. You didn't want anyone to think you were responsible for such cruel acts. Especially how your father put it, to be 'just as a part of this as he is'. The only hope you had also held possible consequences. Before your father left last night, he told you that you would need "convincing." Whatever he had planned for his convincing it didn't sound appealing to you. But at the same time, the small hope that you had remained. If he thought you were "convinced" what would happen then? Could you escape? You might even get the chance to bring SCP-049 too... Somehow. Then if you ran away you could head back to the facility to get help.

You cringed at that last thought. The hope that you could get the SCP foundation to help was slim. Not that they wouldn't, it's just who would be there? If anyone was there to help wouldn't they already be here or looking somewhere? The foundation did NOT mess around when it came to SCP's going missing. And other than some d-classes, you hadn't seen anyone who could help, well, who was still alive that is. And from what SCP-035 had said... You feared the worst. Maybe there was a reason you didn't see many SCP's after the breach. What if your father had more than he let on? You pulled your pillow closer to you, coming to the conclusion that choosing to stay on your father's good side from now on would most likely turn out to be your best interest for more reasons than one.

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Your eyes snapped back open when someone knocked on your door. Sitting up you pulled back the curtains of your bed as a voice called out from behind the door. Your mind felt fuzzy from being half asleep for the past couple of hours. Unsure what to do you stared at the door processing through your immediate instinct to panic.

"(Y/N)! Are you up? Can I come in?"

You moved to slide out of bed. Apparently, you took too long to respond because the voice continued causing you to flinch as the door opened.

"I'm coming in now."

Your father let himself in all dressed up in a black suit with a red undershirt and tie. He scanned the room his eyes stopping on you.

"Oh! Good morning." He smiled, obviously his anger from yesterday had diminished. Staring at you with genuine eyes he waited for your response.

"Good morning." You replied your morning voice betraying you and revealing your discontent. You cringed realizing that you had already failed to seem to be on his side.

His face twitched slightly. Letting out a sigh he approached your groggy form. His smile turning into a frown. Your eyes widened; his frown made you want to hide. You sat back on the bed as if to make yourself smaller.

"Honey." The sudden softness in his voice made you perk up and fully turn your attention to him. "I think I was too hard on you yesterday. You have always been such a timid little girl and I seem to have forgotten that about you. So I didn't ease you into all this as I should have." Grabbing your arms you tried to push aside his surprising attempt at an apology. Still, you fought a grimace as he said 'timid little girl.' It felt belittling in a way.

You swallowed, "that's alright."

"Well, I was hoping we could try again. My team finally pulled through and brought in a good load of SCP's so I have plenty to show you."

Your eyebrows raised at his shift in attitude. An inkling of hope sparked inside your heart as he talked. Maybe staying on his good side wouldn't be as difficult as you originally thought.

"You can get yourself dressed and I'll show you to the dining room and we can take this one step at a time. And eventually you can join me in my vision."

He held out his hand to you as he leaned slightly onto his cane.

"So, what do you say?"

Your eyes flickered to his outstretched hand. You weren't completely sure what his 'vision' was, and you could only assume that you only knew the tiniest bit of what he had planned. What you did know was being forced into any punishment that he had wouldn't help anyone. You took in a shaky breath and took his hand.

"Okay," You said, letting him pull you up out of bed and onto the wood floor.

"Good! Now go on, get dressed. I'll meet you once you're ready," he exclaimed turning away and leaving the room to give you some privacy.

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You studied the room around you as your father took a large bite of fresh baked waffles. Just as all the rooms before, it was beautiful. You sat at the opposite end of a long table decorated with silverware and large candle holders underneath a glass chandelier. The color scheme was again the same with red curtains draping over large windows along with golden cuffs bunching them together. The room was daunting, at least twice the size of your unnecessarily massive bedroom. Your eyes traced the walls, studying the delicate carvings lining the bottom of walls. The shimmering gold wallpaper captured your eyes next, covered in dark brown swirls and a still life painting of a skull resting above an open book.

It was flawless. The entire mansion your father had created atop of his gruesome facility had all the luxury and wealth a person could ask for. If only it hadn't been gained at the expense of so many. That fact alone took away most of the beauty of the riches. You grimaced looking down at your plate of waffles. Your stomach squeezed at the thought of eating.

"Aren't you hungry? I thought that these were your favorite?" You glanced back up to him. His eyes searching for your response.

Despite your initial hesitance, a sudden pinch hit your chest as you watched him search you for a response. They had been your favorite growing up, you had always pestered your mother to make them on Saturday mornings. Which unfortunately hadn't happened often since she preferred to sleep in those days, so instead on rare occasions your father stepped in and helped you make them. He would do most of the work as you only cracked the eggs and stirred, at only six years old that felt like a big deal. Especially since you had waited so long to help him with his experiments, baking had been a close second. Second only because he didn't hold that look of pride as he did when you participated in his work. Or tried to at least. But either way it was one of those moments when you finally got the chance to spend time with him. It was one of the few treasured memories the two of you shared. You smiled slightly at the memory. Reliving your excitement at the time, as well as faded memories of laughter. It had been nice, while it lasted.

You took a sharp breath, and your smile was quick to vanish as you recalled the day his kindness and time with you abruptly stopped. Leaving you confused and hurt. You were only nine when he began to treat you differently. Biting your cheek, you fought back the memory of that day with all that you had, doing all that you could to forget the hurt you felt for so many years. Soon after relieving the pain of that day the memory had been soured, and you snapped out from the past.

"I'm surprised you remembered." You finally spoke up. Forcing yourself to have a happy tone, or at least one that didn't reflect the emotional knife stabbing into your throat.

"Of course I remembered! How could I forget something I heard about for three years strait!" He halfway laughed eyeing you as you sat before your untouched plate. Realizing his concern, you forced yourself to take a bite. Swallowing the stress threatening to overflow your stomach.

He smiled completely after you took the bite, relaxing slightly. "It feels like not too long ago we were back in the kitchen, huh? Maybe next time instead of the chef we'll try to relive those times." You nearly dropped your fork as he spoke. "That is, if you promise not to dump flour everywhere again." He chuckled "I was finding it in my hair for a week."

"Really?" You stared hard at him as if searching for some sort of catch. He hadn't shown any inkling of interest in spending time with you for years. Only burying himself in his work. Nothing else mattered. He went as far as to fake his own death to ensure he could devote all of his time to his experiment. And now, out of the blue he wanted you to be around him again?

You had you take another deep breath to hide away your bitterness towards his sudden attitude change.

"Yes! Of course, after you get settled in. We will."

You smiled at him, not believing a word he said. You had heard his promises before. And they were all the same, another lie. Another reminder of how insignificant you were in his eyes.

As you swallowed down a few more bites, your father waved in the chef. You kept your eyes down as the woman scurried back in to answer your father. Explaining the need for more napkins.

"Anything else you want (y/n)?" Slowly looking back up at the two, your eyes widened at the coffee pot in her hand. It had been so long since you had the chance to drink some, and just looking at the dark liquid made your head pound with cravings. Your past weeks had been so crazy that you had nearly forgotten how long you'd gone without the drink.

"Could I have some?" You blurted pointing at the pot earning a slight huff of amusement from your father.

In seconds you had the mug up to your face, taking in what you had long been denied. And the fact that you had gone on such little sleep made the refreshment so much more effective.

"Anyways," he spoke again ignoring your apparent addiction, "I have a good place where we can begin today. In fact, it may be quite familiar to you."

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A large purple form caught your attention, as your father led you into a new containment chamber. The chamber had a faint yellow glow as bright yellow swirls illuminated the room, reflecting slightly off of a silver collar. You nearly took a step back at the unexpected sight. As your father explained, it was familiar to you, just not who or what you had assumed it would be. If anything, you would think that he should have no clue about the fact you were trapped in that forest. At least if it had been SCP-049 it would have been more plausible.

The horse snorted as you stepped inside the chamber. Or what you assume to be its chamber, once you were inside the glass door the SCP was uncaged in the center of the room. The only thing seemingly keeping it in place was an engraved ring in the floor. The creature was obvious to avoid it. Even going as far as to tuck its tail in slightly to avoid passing the line. The circle was large enough to give the horse enough space to lay down, but barely enough room to walk. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight as another wave of pity hit you. Its pure yellow eyes met yours, glowing slightly it seemed to stare at you for a while. Blinking a couple times as it looked to have recognized you. As it stood still after you entered the room, tilting its head at you almost as if it seemed confused.

"Isn't it beautiful? I told you you'd recognize it." Your father suddenly piped up. Looking towards you for your agreement with a face that exuded confidence and pride. "We caught it just the other day. It was difficult to capture but after it was out of its dimension it was easy to finish the job." He explained, accepting your forced smile as some sort of approval.

The horse's thoughtful expression quickly vanished, replaced with a threatening hiss as your father passed by heading towards a control panel of sorts. There were a few scientists inside already, their expressions reflecting hints of fear as your father limped past them.

"Everything going as planned I assume." He said, not talking to you anymore.

The two men stayed silent after his question; their panicked expressions seemed to answer your father's question. "Well," one dared to speak. Your brow furrowed at his fear. You knew your father had a temper, and a bad one at that even to the point that he would frequently threaten people. Usually just as a boss, holding their jobs and pay on the line. But you never knew him to carry out those threats. Yet these men, they acted like he was a monster just waiting for the chance to strike. "We haven't exactly been successful. We've tried but- it just doesn't listen."

Your father stared down at them with a hard face. His silence seemed to cause them more fear than if he were to speak. As the taller man backed away leaving his shorter yet stockier coworker to act as a shield. Finally, he rolled his eyes at the cowering men and turned back to you.

"You know what they say (Y/N). If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself." He picked up a remote from the room, it was a small rectangle with only a few buttons. It was small enough to be compared to the remote-control key used for some cars. There was one button at the top, it was bright red standing out drastically against the rest of the device.

Passing you and heading back into the containment chamber, he began his training.

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You flinched as the horse let out yet another other worldly scream. Biting on your knuckle you fought back your urge to cry at its evident pain. Your eyes were glued to the floor, refusing to look at the scene before you. Your father had been working hard to get the horse trained to even come on command. It was so loud, after every electrocution the SCP roared louder, but its thrashing had become notably weaker. To the point that its jaw no longer snapped open when your father got too close. It had only gone on for a short time, yet you were seconds away from screaming at your father for his actions.

In a way you wished the horse would listen. It had shown some improvement, but only in the sense that it has become too weak to fight. Its lights were glowing dim and its legs wobbled as it stood waiting for the next blow. Only a few days ago it had run free in a world of its own. It was happy there, from what you had seen it seemed to have so much curiosity in its eyes.

"Come. Now." His voice demanded as he held the remote up to the horse with a threatening look in his eyes.

You closed your eyes tighter when the sounds of electricity erupted from the poor creature's collar. It hurt to breath as you listened to the SCP cry. You tried to keep yourself from trembling as the sounds of pain echoed through the chamber.

Slowly the room went quiet, yet you didn't dare open your eyes. Not wanting to see the look of torture in the horse's eyes.

"Damn thing." Your father mumbled.

Finally you opened your eyes. They widened as a look of pure horror the horse was still. Its lights were dim as its legs trembled through its pain. Your eyes burned the longer you stared at only 15 minutes of damage. Even the men beside you had long since looked away from the scene. The only thread that had held you back was snapping quickly. Your plan to stay on your father's good side for the time being didn't feel worth it anymore. Not after what you had seen.

"Come on. And I won't have to hurt you again." Your father pointed at the floor in front of him and again told the horse to do as it was told. The horse's expression seemed to comprehend his order but at the same time it stood in place. Though too weak to snarl at him. As he held up the remote again you finally came unglued abandoning your plan.

"Stop!!" Your throat hurt after your scream.

His head snapped up to you. "What did you just say?"

You swallowed at the anger in his voice. But the trembling creature in front of you kept you talking.

"I said stop." You trembled as his jaw clenched. You took a deep breath thinking of how you were going to word this. "Please. I think, maybe it would respond better to a different tactic?"

His brow raised at you.