Subaru's Containment Breach (Chapter 1)

  Placid eyes opened to greet a bland environment. The color of silver plated Subaru’s surroundings and with a nauseous groan he awoke to a stiff bed. Looking about his new room he spotted an adjacent door from his orange bed. Oddly enough, it had no knob and no windows either. From what he could discern, he was in a prison cell, if anything.

  “Request to open Cell 1-14!” Subaru heard a voice from outside the door and fear filled his lungs as he anxiously looked towards the door. “Roger that.” The statement resounded through the hall as the door slid open to enlighten an armed figure. “Alright buddy, step out of the cell quietly and things won’t have to get difficult for the both of us.” Subaru was criminally still, but he stood up from his previous position. He was scared, but also upset, what right did they have to order him around? Even still, there was a barrel of a gun pointing directly at him, he didn’t think they’d hesitate. “It’s just a simple test, is all. Look, just follow instructions and everything will go alright. There’s no need to be so hesitant, this isn’t your first time, is it?”

  Taking a gulp Subaru agreed to step out of the cell only for him to turn away from the guard. The barrel of the gun was jabbed in his back immediately, Subaru flinched at this treatment;. becoming increasingly uneasy and upset. Subaru wasn’t sure what was going on, yet he had this intense desire to escape. Subaru obeyed the guard as he traversed through the corridors. Was this a repeat of before? Was he sent to another world already? If he died, would he come back this time? All these questions ran through his mind until he felt a sudden change, the guard seemed to lax his posture, the gun was no longer jabbing into his back, but he still had the insight to know that it was probably still pointed in his direction.

  However, despite this he was reading the signs as they entered a checkpoint. “Heavy Containment Zone” what did that mean exactly? The environment began to be more dull, no longer were the corridors filled with cells, but many intersections. They took many left turns and right turns, stuff he was sure, he’d never be able to remember. The layout was so intricate it made Subaru wonder if he was still in Lugnica. Seeing the technology present, he was highly doubtful. The fear slowly started to get to him, the fear of the unknown. They finally arrived at a security door labeled “SCP 096.”

  “Doctor Clinton are you in there? I have the subject right here, so could you please open the door?” Muttering came from across the door and access was quickly granted, a gray haired man came out to greet us. He adjusted his glasses as if he had trouble seeing with those light brown eyes of his. He quickly looked towards Subaru who looked rather upset and uncooperative.

  “A pleasantry to meet you again Mr. Wilson, and to meet you Class-D. Now then, your job is very simple, please follow me.” A gun jabbed once more into the back, eerily close to his spine, forcing Subaru to follow the doctor. He grunted in compliance and the doctor pointed him to a 5x5x5 steel cube. Even from this distance he could hear a distant sobbing as from inside the steel cube. The doctor looked at a few monitors, yelling at a few personnel, seeming agitated. He quickly calmed down and handed Subaru a paper bag. Subaru took it but his only thoughts were of how insane these people were. “I want you to enter the cell and put this bag on the creature inside there.”

  “Wait, wait, wait, you want me to put this hand-me-down looking plastic bag on this thing’s head?” Subaru quickly asked for clarification.

  “Correct. Don’t look at its face, it’d best if you didn’t.”

  “What, why.. What’ll happen if I do?”

  “It’s confidential, now please enter the cell we’ll be opening it on the west side. Do you know which side that is?”

  “Of course I do, what do you think I am, an idiot.”

  “I’d hope not, please proceed with the test.” Surprisingly, the guard stayed where he was and hadn’t bothered to follow Subaru. Subaru approached the west side of the steel cube, now that he thought about it, did they just call it a containment cell? What exactly were they containing inside here? The sobbing grew increasingly louder as the west side of the steel cube slid open. The light quickly made its way into the tiny opening of the cell, illuminating the back of a pale figure. It was malnourished: Subaru could even see it’s spine poking out from behind it’s skin. And it's body proportion was off, with incredibly long arms covering its face. It sat there sobbing in a fetal position. The sobbing grew louder as Subaru slowly approached it. The cell shut quietly behind him, leaving him alone, in the dark with this creature. He could still somehow make out the shape of the figure as his eyes had become accustomed to the dark. He got the bag ready to pounce onto the figure. He didn’t know what to expect, but he knew that they wouldn’t let him out until he got this done.

  “Come on…” He voiced quietly to himself, almost as if it were self-motivation, but the figure noticed the sound. It turned in response and it looked at Subaru and in return, Subaru looked at it. It was pitch black Subaru couldn’t really see it’s face, in fact, he didn’t even know it was a face that it was it’s face, but it began to quickly stand up. It was agitated, it began to mumble standing in place, muttering inhumane incomprehensible noises. It grunted and groaned, the air became cold as Subaru stood there dumbfounded. He quickly backed up to a corner of a cell, unaware of what he was supposed to do. It started screaming, it started screaming as it’s hands started to grip the edges of its face. It scratched at it and friveled about right and left. This thing, what was this thing? Subaru began to sweat; terrified he screamed for help. But there was no answer, the noise only echoed along the chamber along with this thing that grew increasingly agitated.

  “Hey! HEY! Is anybody out there? What do I do now? This thing it’s- it’s acting odd!” Still, no answer from the outside, eventually he realized that there’d be no answer. The creature finally removed it’s large hands from its face, the long fingernails that scraped at its face showed no signs of damage. “GOD DAMN IT! SOMEBODY LISTEN TO ME! OPEN THE DOOR, HURRY! HURRY!” It began to scream, a heart wrenching scream that peaked Subaru’s ears. It stampeded towards him pouncing on him, it tore at his arm, ripping it out as blood easily gushed out. It was as if it were taking apart a lego, the tendons ripped at the seams, and bones began to reveal, but the creature didn’t stop there. Nor did Subaru's brain begin to process the pain until he felt the creature tore deep into his chest. His throat broke out into agony as air tried to rush out to vocalize his pain. Ribs were torn apart and the flesh that was meant to protect him, was supposed to protect him, that didn’t protect him gave way. Blood spurted out like a fountain and Subaru thought to himself of the pain and how much it hurts, and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it god damn hurts. His throat retracted as if it were trying to gasp and breathe. Trying to find life, but that life was soon fading away. The guts poured out and they were ripped apart too, they ripped into shreds, how Subaru was still even conscious he himself didn’t know. His eyes were pitch black, the pain was now numb, adrenaline had kicked in a while ago, but his brain still processed the agony and the mental strain throbbed for him to move, to escape. His limbs didn’t cooperate with the request, organs torn apart, and it finally dawned on Subaru as to what was happening. The instinct of survival took away the realization, the fear, the agony of death. The feeling was nostalgic to Subaru, it felt like a cold grasp trying to rip him from his mortal coil, but it hurt to do so. The fear, the agonizing fear, sweat beaded down his head, his face grew red and purple, as vomit slowly trailed out his mouth in conjunction to the only way to release the air that he was trying to grasp and the mental strain put on his body. He could taste the blood as it trailed down and the creature finally made its way up away from his torso and up to his head, the skull easily gave away, it cracked and sizzled as pressure was put on it and eyeballs popped out, he could only hear at this point, the sense of touch was useless, it finally gave away, a soundless splat-

  A gasp aroused as Subaru quickly sat up from his bed, his body shaking. He was afraid, Subaru was frozen still, of all the deaths he had before, that one was haunting. He couldn’t get up even when the guard yelled at him, it all sounded like muffled silence. The opening of the cell, the voice of Mr. Wilson, it was all numb. Until the sound of a gunshot inches away from his head penetrated the wall adjacent from him. That woke him up, his head quickly turned towards the sound of the noise and the guard, Mr. Wilson was standing right there.

  “Are you awake? Cooperate with me or you will be shot, do you hear me? Exit the cell.”

  "Right, right, I'll leave…" Subaru softly pleaded as his legs slowly drifted to walk out the cell. The barrel of the gun was expectantly jabbed into Subaru's back, he didn't flinch this time. Wilson muttered a quick comment of unease towards Subaru's apathetic behavior. As they approached the checkpoint Subaru slowly grew agitated. He didn't like it, why should he? Was he even human to them? He didn't deserve this, not now, not ever. How could they do this to him? Who did they think they were. He was scared, anxious, and overall unwilling. Unwilling to put off with this bullshit. He knew his opportunity, he would escape then. 

  "Greetings Mr. Wilson! What odd jobs are they making you do this time?" A guard spoke, sitting in the control room. The only thing separating them was a glass window and a speaker.

  "Nothing much, just escorting this D-class to a test room. Ahh- give me a second…" Wilson started to rummage through his pockets and pulled out a certificate. He displayed it out in front of the other guard for confirmation. Subaru saw his chance here, however stupid it was, he tackled Wilson. A big thump resounded against the ground as Wilson dropped his gun. It misfired, the bullet collided against the window, leaving a huge crack. Subaru desperately made an attempt to grab the gun only for Wilson to retaliate. It wasn’t a fair match, not at all, there wasn’t only a gap in skill between the two, there was obviously a difference in strength. Sure, Subaru had often worked out, but when being compared to somebody who’s job is dealing with men whose shape could be bigger or just the same, it wasn’t fair. Wilson easily pushed Subaru out of the way, Subaru having been tunnel visioned on the gun lost his posture and fell over. This gave Wilson an easy opportunity to snatch the gun, he easily maneuvered his grip around the hilt of the gun and picked it off the ground. Subaru dazed, looked up only to see the barrel of a gun pointed directly at his head, the trigger was pulled, and consequently brain matter spurred everywhere. The pain hadn't been processed as the bullet went straight through his frontal lobe. 

  Tired eyes looked up at a familiar ceiling. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair his mental conscience screamed. Subaru had been so far putting up an act, trying to be brave. He was an idiot, of course he was, he should've taken this seriously from the start. He thought he could handle it, but he would've known from past experience that everything won't just work out for him. What was he thinking? Attacking a trained professional? Tears of stress quickly filtered out of his eyes as he racked his brain for a solution. 

  They were insane, there wasn't even a sliver of hesitation in Wilson's eyes when he pulled that trigger. Those eyes… they haunted Subaru, so devoid of empathy. They weren't human! They couldn't be! What should he do? What should he do? What should he do? Subaru didn't wanna see that thing's face again. He just wanted to go back home and his body imitated that desire. Subaru rocked back and forth on the bed. Eyes shot open not daring to close, they were afraid to. A familiar voice resounded from outside the cell, it was time and yet, Subaru still had no idea what to do. He was reluctant, hesitant, he should have a plan, but none was coming to fruition. Wilson gave a similar speech to last time and Subaru quietly complied. Fear and anxiety drained his determination as they walked through the halls. At this point, Subaru became acclimated to the feeling of the barrel of the gun being jammed into his skin. They went through the checkpoint and into the “Heavy Containment Zone.” Subaru’s gaze wandered about with the dullish yet slight movements of his head he stumbled upon the sight of an elevator. A guard came out of it and greeted Mr. Wilson before heading on his way.

  Finally, they had arrived at SCP 096’s containment cell, Dr. Clinton repeated the same orders to him, same warning, same tone in his speech. Subaru obeyed, confused, scared, and desperate. If he did things differently this time, the outcome should be different. However, that theory has been proven wrong to him many times before. He figured he’d be better off going along with things, maybe then, he could find a means of escape afterwards. Entering the damp dark cell the sound of the sobbing resounded, echoed across the walls. Sounds of despair emitted from the entity sat complacently upon the corner. Subaru was far more cautious this time, yet still far more scared than he was before. In fact, he much preferred the lack of knowledge, the knowledge of that thing’s face. But no matter what he tried to disway his mind towards, the image still never faltered to appear. Hesitantly, Subaru rose the plastic bag above the subject's head and he slowly placed it on the creature’s head. Covering its face completely, the subject still mumbled and sobbed. A deep sigh arose from the deepest depths of Subaru’s lungs. The experience felt surreal, in complete darkness, with almost simple ease he was able to successfully place the plastic bag on the creature’s head.

  “I did it! I-I did it!” Subaru screamed out to the personnel outside the cell. Muffled noises came from outside and after a few minutes the cell opened up to reveal light sinking into the containment cell. Subaru eyes flinched at this disturbance, but they quickly adjusted to the sight. Out from the corner came Mr. Wilson and two other guards. They quickly maneuvered past Subaru and grabbed the creature by its hand and led it out. Subaru couldn’t believe how docile it was behaving. If he hadn’t died to it he would’ve considered it innocent. Subaru was unconscious of the motion, but tears began to run down his face, his frustration slightly relieved. He did it, but now what more did they want from him? Mr. Wilson returned to escort him out of the cell, he looked rather concerned seeing the tears on Subaru’s face.

  “Are you okay, mate? It was a very easy and simple task, surely it wasn’t that stressful. Anyways, I’ll be escorting you back to your cell. You're done for the day.”

  “Was it all really that simple..?” Subaru requited as he looked around in disbelief, he felt cold, and yet warm at the same time. He couldn’t wrap his head around the feeling and his breath pattern grew harsh, it was that of anxiety and excitement all boiled together at once. This was nothing new, he could handle it, he handled it, he could- Subaru passed out face colliding against the stone pavement.

  “Hey! WOAH!” Mr. Wilson looked at Dr. Clinton who merely shrugged.

  “As protocol suggests take him to a mental evaluation, I wouldn’t worry about him too much.”

  “Right, yes of course doctor…” Wilson hesitated, but he quickly picked up the unconscious Subaru and headed out the door.