Authors Note Please Read: I don't usually add authors notes, but I feel like this is an important thing to say. So I have been going back to past chapters and changing little things and adding scenes so I just wanted you all to be aware that this is going on and I may do more but for now I'm just trying to add more important information that may add onto characters back stories and actions. This particularly goes to the MC because I think I didn't do her justice as she is not coming across as I envisioned. Honestly there are some things that I do wish I did differently but to change them might change the plot too much in the last few chapters. So I'm sorry about that, I hope you can give me some leniency since this is the first story I've ever written. I know from now on I hope to do the MC justice but I'm just feeling it out and learning as I go. Anyways, Thank you all so much for your support and all your comments they really help me stay motivated. I love you guys and I hope you enjoy where the story goes from here!

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You held your white lab coat folded up and squeezed tightly to yourself as you slowly closed your door behind you. You had held your breath when you crept through the mansion to get to your room. It was almost 1 when you had to leave. You didn't know when your father usually woke up so to play it safe you left at a time you hadn't seen him up before.

Your heart ached as you stood alone in your room. You had felt guilty for having such a nice room, but now it was as if that guilt tripled over night. It reminded you of what your father had done... And the mess he placed so many people and creatures in. It somehow made you feel smaller. You held your coat closer to your chest as if trying to make that guilt go away. A faint scent of leather filled your nose as it still lingered on the fabric. The closer you were to him the more you noticed the slight medicinal and floral smell. Both soothing you and making you feel like you needed to immediately turn back around and find that exit you had been hoping to find. You closed your eyes at the scent leaning into that sense of security it gave you. Soon, you promised him and yourself. Soon I'll find a way.

Your eyes opened, as you remembered the feeling you felt when you had to leave him last night. The determination that ignited in you grew again. You hated the fact that he had to go through one more day... It pestered you in the back of your mind... Making you feel sick. You would do anything in your power to ensure that it was one of his last days experiencing this. Quickly, you walked towards your table needing to move again before your tears reappeared from the fact that he would have to face tomorrow... You blinked with heavy eyelids, your exhaustion not helping you keep your emotions inside.

Your head pounded as you draped your coat on your couch and headed to get changed for tonight. Reaching your hand up you rubbed your forehead trying to soothe the dull pain that felt as if it was going to burst from your skull.

Making your way to the bathroom you got yourself changed deciding that you needed to try and rest before tomorrow. Or at least look as if you had been sleeping in case your father walked in again.

Walking inside, your eyes were drawn to a couple of doors in the bathroom. Blinking you realized you must have missed those last night. You didn't realize how distracted you were from your panic attack. You couldn't help but wonder what else you had missed just by being stuck in your head.

Opening your first door your eyes widened at the interior, surprised for a second before remembering your father's obsession.

Actually, the more you thought about it the more you weren't surprised by the discovery in the least.

Inside was a washer and dryer, ironing board and plenty of cleaning supplies.

You knew your father was always more than equipped with cleaning supplies. His clothes were always perfectly pressed and washed every day. He was very particular about that kind of stuff and he expected the same behavior from you as well since you were young. This also went for your hair and looks. You couldn't imagine what went through his head when he saw you laying in that hospital bed when you first arrived. Even you could barely handle how unkempt you looked. It really had looked like you'd been hit by a bus.

First impressions were always important to your father. And you agreed. As you kept his advice into adulthood. Always making yourself seem presentable despite whatever mess you knew you were on the inside. But at the same time there were moments you thought your father went a little overboard. Nevertheless, he ensured that you were taken care of in that sense so any clothes or any other hygienic necessities were met. Even if in some cases those 'necessities' weren't as important as you were raised to believe.

Not that you were complaining. At all. You also knew how it felt to not have such things. Closing the first door you could only assume what was in the second. Like you mentioned he was very fond of nice clothes.

Your eyes widened when you opened the door to a long walk in closet with rows of clothes lining the walls. There were enough sweaters, dresses, long sleeve shirts, jeans, accessories, and so much more to make you feel overwhelmed just looking at it.

Taking a deep breath, you shut the door again. The guilt from before hitting you harder than you knew how to react. You knew that this was given to you and it was something that you would have really loved and appreciated if your situation was different. Now it felt bitter. You wished your father hadn't gained all of this from exploiting innocent... Or mostly innocent creatures.

Innocent in the sense that they didn't deserve this attempt of slavery.

You looked towards the floor. The fuzzy red carpet softly brushed against your bare feet as you headed towards the shower. Turning back, you frowned, a heaviness setting on your heart. Your mind wandered back to your childhood. Before your father changed. Your eyes watered again.

You wished you could have your family back.

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The next time you opened your eyes you were greeted by a dark room. Sitting up slightly, you recognized where you were as you looked around your childhood room. Taking in the bookshelves and pale blue walls with a grey accent wall. You relaxed at first, wanting to fall back asleep, only to hear a faint hum in the corner of your room. Jolting upright, your heart raced inside of your chest as you realized that you were not alone.

Scanning the room, you trembled when your eyes landed on the far-left corner of the room. A large man stood waiting for you; his smile sloppily painted on his mask, the blood illuminated by the moonlight. His soulless grey eyes stripped away what comfort you had, making you feel violated and exposed. Backing up from the man you tried to scream. Only to realize that your mouth refused to open, tears streamed down your face as he approached you.

Panicked you tried to move but just like your mouth your body was paralyzed only able to watch as the man before you reached for your frail body. You shook as you waited for his touch. You held your breath as immense pain in your shoulder erupted sending waves of agony through your arm. You thought the pain would never end. You physically felt every inch of your body violated and ripped apart as you tried to scream for help. The world around you seemed to drift further into darkness. Finally, you forced your mouth open trying to let out one final scream before your torturer finished you off, but just as before nothing came out, only your helpless sobs.

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"Good morning (Y/N)!" a voice finally called into your room waking you and making you jolt, grabbing the blanket for support. Panting you quickly wiped the tears from your eyes. Taking in a deep breath and reminding yourself that it was just another nightmare. Swallowing you flinched slightly as your throat burned. "Time to get up we have a big day today! When you're ready, I'll be in the dining room."

Silently recovering, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. Unsure of what he had meant by a "big day today," you did as you were supposed to - playing the role you were placed in for the time being. Getting dressed for the day before heading out of your room to greet your father.

"Today you will be doing something different," he began "You see I have a meeting to attend to and I need you to accompany me." He explained pouring himself and you a cup of coffee.

Grateful, you took the cup as you listened to what he had planned.

"A few unfortunate things happened last night." Your expression fell and your stomach sank as you heard him mention last night. He couldn't have known about it... Could he? You would think he would be more strait forward with you about it. He usually was. Still, you quickly brought your coffee cup to your lips hiding your face refusing to let your concern show. "And I'm hoping to... Rectify some wrongdoings."

Your face went white. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes." He seemed calm. Too calm for what you feared he was referring to, yet your nerves were still fried. Your heart pounded.

"If I can ask- What happened?" You finally asked your nerves too panicked to take the anticipation anymore.

"Oh, nothing to be too concerned about. We just experienced a breach. SCP-027." You felt a weight lift off you. "And I know who caused it. I will be confronting them today as well as reaffirming our purpose and goals. And I want you to be able to hear them." He explained sipping his coffee with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh, alright." You said the feeling of dread depleting as he seemed to not suspect anything with you. The only thing hitting you was the fact that there had apparently been a breach and you were exploring the facility. You hadn't seen anything like that, so you assumed it must have been somewhere else in the building. There were two lab floors, so maybe it was on the first.

Your eyes drifted away from your father as you finished your drink. Your mind found its way back to last night. It had been nice actually. Soothing to sitting with him in silence. You held that feeling for a little while longer...

Your brow furrowed as you took a sip of coffee. Maybe tonight you should bring him something to help. Since he had been so cold last night.

You looked down at your cup of coffee. Your mouth twitching as a familiar idea hit you. Hopefully it will help. You thought trying to push aside the fear of what could be happening right now.

Your stomach turned at the thought and your head began to pound. Reaching up to rub your aching head you heard your father stand.

"(Y/N)?"

"Huh?" You looked back up at him.

"What were you dreaming about this morning?"

You blinked recalling your nightmare.

"Was it anything strange? Or symbolic?"

Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Uh, no. Not really. Why?" You said not wanting to talk about the torture with your father.

"No reason." He said abruptly sitting his cup down and standing.

"Alright. Come on now, we should get going. Like I said we have plenty to do." He explained passing you and heading out the door.

You bit your cheek as you set down your empty cup to be taken away by the maid. Thanking her before you stood to follow after your impatient father. That was a strange question. Unless.. You thought pondering your past for a moment, in a way your father had always had a curiosity about your dreams but you never thought much of it. You didn't have much time to mull over the past when you realized your father had already disappeared down the hall.

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The hallways were busy again when you left that morning with roaming guards and scientists traveling from place to place. Taking different machines into containment chambers as well as occasionally glancing at you and your father. You studied the place trying to understand the layout better. As you assumed, an obvious exit or escape route didn't magically appear your second time around. But it was still helpful for you to at least be familiar with your surroundings if you were to continue piecing together an idea.

You jumped slightly, and your heart picked up when a crash was heard behind you. Turning around, you recognized a familiar man on the floor his papers and shattered coffee mug lay scattered around him.

"Sorry." A heavyset scientist chuckled as he walked off with his head held high.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight as you turned around leaving your father's side and heading for the man.

"Dr. Snow?" You asked stepping over his things to get to his fallen form. "Are you ok?" You held out your hand to him.

"Oh! Ms. (L/N). I- yes I'm alright." His silver hair was brushed back from the fall exposing the large scars running across the side of his head. His bright blue eyes finally caught your hand. Grateful he took it getting back up on his feet with your help.

Once he was up, he glanced towards the direction the scientist left. "Sometimes people can be careless of others."

You pressed your lips together at his words. Understanding the feeling all too well. You watched him try and wipe the coffee stain off his coat.

"Well, I can help you get your things cleaned up, and I'm sure I have some laundry detergent for your coat. I can bring it for you if you would like?" You offered. Knowing that you had discovered that closet in your bathroom with plenty of cleaning supplies.

"And just (Y/N) is fine." You said with a sweet smile.

Looking down you began to pick up his papers, hurrying for some as they came close to the spilt coffee.

"Well then thank you, (Y/N)."

You nodded up at him as a shy 'you're welcome'. You slipped the papers into your arms. Slowly you were brought back to the time you accidentally spilt SCP-049's papers all over the floor. That memory seemed so long ago now. When in reality, it might have been only a few months ago.

Standing up again you handed Dr. Snow his papers and glanced back to the shattered mug.

"Umm. There should be a mo-" you were cut off by your father who finally spoke up after the last few minutes of you and Dr. Snow picking up papers.

"You!" He pointed towards a woman in a janitor's outfit across the room who had just stepped in. "Clean up. Now." You jumped slightly at his demanding tone. And without a word the woman rushed to do what she was told. Avoiding both you and your father's eyes. "Come along (Y/N). The meeting is starting soon." You took a glance back to the janitor, only to catch a glare from her towards your father. The look startled you. Not that you were afraid of the woman, more so that you feared for the woman.

"Oh, and (Y/N)." You turned at the sound of Dr. Snow's voice. "If you ever need anything, you know where to find me."

Your smile returned at this, "I will and the same goes to you."

"Come on." Your father's voice returned as he continued down the hall to the meeting he spoke so much about.

You said your goodbye to Dr. Snow before following your father. Your pace slowing when you caught up to him.

Your eyes flickered to your father, picking up his unfamiliar expression. Opening your mouth, you thought before you spoke not completely sure what to do. His eyes looked sad for a moment before he turned away from you.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded the solemn smile not leaving his face.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Unsure what he was thinking.

"You just remind me of your mother is all."

You blinked, surprised by his comment. He used to tell you that when you were younger... And before he left. You couldn't stop the soft smile that snuck onto your face. Thinking back to the memories, you had always wanted to be like your mother, so it felt nice to hear. Your eyes drifting down to the floor before you replied.

"You can still go back to her you know."

If you weren't going to listen to me then maybe you would listen to her. You thought. I am willing to try anything that could make him leave this experiment. And if your mother still had a way with him as you remembered there could be some hope there. Your heart ached when you thought of your mother. You felt as if you could cry, you missed her... You knew what you had to do here... But you still just wanted to go home.

You took a deep breath knowing that it wasn't an option right now. You weren't going to abandon these SCP's and you weren't going to abandon SCP-049.

Your father paused as if he was considering your words.

"I can only hope." He mumbled before finally meeting your eyes. You stopped in place yourself. Taken aback by his words. You didn't expect him to seem so interested, you could only assume how your mother would feel about it if he suddenly showed up at her door after all these years. It might not be pretty, especially if he found out... About six years after your father went MIA and was declared dead your mother eventually started dating again. But unfortunately, they never lasted. The only man who stuck around long was Charles, staying for about three years, he was a nice man. When he was sober. So, in turn that meant only before he had to go to work.

He always said he loved your mother, but you never felt like he did. He wanted something from her, you weren't sure what he wanted out of the relationship, but you knew he didn't stay for love. You guessed it didn't matter much now but it still bothers you nonetheless.

He asked your mother to marry him. When she said yes you had felt devastated. You knew it was because of lack of finances. Charles was a fairly wealthy man, as he would eventually be inheriting a successful technology company from his father. That security would have helped your mother keep the house. But you also knew that all his alcohol induced rages would then become a common occurrence. Some days you were convinced that Charles was worse than your father ever could be. Your father never laid a finger on you, your father never laid a finger on your mother either. But with Charles. That was a different story. You swallowed wanting to run from those memories of his drunken actions. Your hand traced your face and arms as phantom pains ignited. Your mother was at work. So many things had happened... And she had never found out.

It wasn't as bad as it could have been though. As you made it through nonetheless. You just hated seeing your mother go through her own pain.

This went on until a week before their wedding when Charles was found dead in his home. They said that it was suicide, although there was no note. Only him hanging from the ceiling with slashes along his arms. The only thing that caught the police's eyes was the fact that his room showed evident signs of a struggle. In the end this was ignored since Charles wasn't usually a very tidy man.

You never wanted to argue. After that day you only buried yourself deeper into your books and studies. That was also the time you began to feel the loneliest in your life. And even now you didn't feel much better at times.