Subaru's Containment Breach (Final Chapter)

“Mr. Wilson? What’s the matter? Why’d you call me at a time like this? Don’t you know I have a test to get to?”

  “That termination test? Look, I get that has precedence, but your most valued subject has shown signs of… mental deterioration.”

  “Deterioration? He’s only been here for a week? That’s simply impossible. Chris, look at me.” Chris complied not knowing what else he was supposed to do, but listen.

  “Are you sure it isn’t just a lack of sleep?”

  “He was- trying to tell me something, but despite his efforts, it seemed he was never able to finish his sentence? Isn’t that fishy to you?”

  “I’ll take a look at it later, have him wait in my office for the time being. I’ll check up on him once this test is over.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Mariah…”

  Chris was escorted into Dr. Mariah’s office where he sat there for a very large extended period of time. He didn’t think anybody was coming back, he felt like he was in his lonesome cell all over again. Thus, he had time to contemplate, to think about what his next action would be. And honestly, his mind went blank, what was he supposed to do? What did it matter if he could reverse time?!? If it only ended up leading to the same dead impasse. He hated it, he hated it as much as he hated the pain, as much as he hated the facility, and yet the only thing that he had ever truly known was the facility. He had often wondered why that was; he swear he could remember a life back at his old home. In a farm right outside Seattle. Now that, that was life and he made one tiny misstep. He just had to steal from some big hot shot and now here he was. He was an idiot through and through. Despite all this he continued to act as if nothing was wrong in the facility as if those dreams he were having weren’t some type of premonition. He still couldn’t figure it out, he truly was… A worthless excuse.

  The containment breach alarm was once again set off. He looked towards the door expecting Mr. Wilson to pop in and escort him out, but he never came. Chris grew worried, so he thought he should check on him, only to hear a certain specific voice.

  “Is there somebody in there, don’t be afraid.”

  “W-What?”

  Chris stammered only for the entity to open the door, and the voice revealed itself to be a man wearing what looked akin to a plague doctor outfit. Chris heard the D-Class talk about something similar to this, but he was pretty sure they were talking about a cartoon because the beak of the mask was way longer than what was presented in front of him.

  “What an interesting way to cure the Pestilence! However, from the looks of it, it too seems to have flaws. Ahh, but we are men of science, so I believe that cannot be helped.”

  “The Pestilence?”

  “Have all of you never heard of it? Are you not aware of what plagues the world today? That is especially saddening.”

  “Who are you?”

  “Neither of our names matter right now. What matters is finding the cure. So, please do tell me how did you come across such a cure?”

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re referring to, unless you mean-” A dark fog took place in the room and the familiar sight of the hand made itself apparent. It trickled down from Chris’s cheek after caressing it, only for it to undoubtedly squeeze his heart. Chris gasped in pain at this, surprising the figure before him, however only slightly.

  “You’re a peculiar specimen aren’t you? It appears my previous diagnosis was wrong, you are suffering. Suffering a great deal, don’t worry, I am the cure.”

  The entity stepped forward laying his hand on Chris’s shoulder only for him to fall face flat on the ground, dead. It was instant, there was no mental process to generate the figure of pain or even fear. It was swift and cleaner than most. But even then, Chris felt the absent minded procedure. Needles prodding through his body, flesh being torn apart. It all felt numb and he wondered why, wondered why he was still here. As if he were bound to the world by some force, unknown to him. His body jerked frivolously as the supposed “cure” worked on him. And finally Chris woke up, but he wasn’t in control. He found himself roaming the halls, his thoughts were scattered. The legs wouldn’t move like they were supposed to, his arms wouldn’t move like they were supposed to, and his voice was coarse. He could hear himself moan as if he were in an eternal state of torment. For once, he was glad. He was glad that he couldn’t feel whatever this thing he had turned into was. For it must’ve been pure agony. He found himself walking towards the direction of his fellow inmates.

  He expected for them to be dead, but there were still conjoining in the cafeteria as if nothing was wrong, even with the alarm going off constantly they remained still. The guards seemed unresponsive even to him and a surge of anger rushed through his body, an unknown benign force had already taken hold. And one by one he began attacking them, ripping apart their smiling faces, their joyous expressions. Eaten, chewed, gnashed apart because of this obscure desire. What was going on? As blood sprayed across the room and necks were being decapitated everyone remained still, still as a statue. They were clowns, idiots, idiots for thinking that everything was okay, for it wasn’t okay! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OKAY! He didn’t want to taste the feeling of flesh go into his mouth, but he had to. He didn’t want to see the organ inside of somebody else spill out and then munched up as if it were an everyday breakfast. It made him want to internally vomit, and yet he still continued. Not due to his own wishes, but because of a misfortunate event and honestly, he wanted to die. He wanted to die. Wants to die, should’ve died, better die, it’d be better if he’d just disappear. All these feelings go away! He doesn’t want to see this, nor experience it, so anything attributed to it, as well, should disappear. Until he heard from afar one fateful word, “Emilia.”

  His rotten corpse was torn to shreds, the same creature that had torn apart Wilson and had eaten him was the one to end his misery, but was also the one to remind him of a certain person, and the only thing Chris could think from there on out was

  “Who’s Emilia?”

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  Item: SCP 1504

  Test results: During the test, all staff members were advised to observe via thermal readings. When SCP 096’s face was viewed by SCP 1504 it did trigger a reaction. SCP 096, as expected, entered a distressed state, however when enraged he did not engage SCP 1504, he attacked the nearby staff. Resulting in a containment breach. Nearby staff became negligent due to the effects of SCP 1504 and this resulted in several other containment breaches. Which inevitably led to the nuking of the site. All SCPS were successfully recovered. Casualty count came out to [REDACTED]

Addendum: Any information regarding D-Class 4116 is to be considered classified till further notice.
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  Tired, that was the only thing that could describe Chris, no matter what he did, stuff seemed to end badly. Of course, he messed up a few times along the way, so some progress was possible, but no matter how his brain could rack around it, the possibility of ending this cycle was nigh impossible. It became clear to Chris that he wasn’t a hero, not by any means, if he was going to end this cycle. He either had to escape or live with the fear of experiencing the same day and same death over and over. How could he manage to change things?

  “Chris! Step out of your cell for a moment.” Chris was familiar with the voice, it was Wilson again.

  “What is it? Why are we leaving this early anyways? Lunch hasn’t even begun.”

  “Something important came up regarding the status of your containment…”

  “My containment, what in the hell are you talking about?”

  “It seems you’re being transferred to another Site. Previously, this news was meant for you, but due to an undetermined risk which we are still unaware of how to proceed with. Due to your own safety you’ll be transferred.”

  “Wh-what about Bart?”

  “Bart..? I am unfamiliar with the person you’re referring to. But if the question is aligned with if you can bring any friends, no. Now then…” Wilson unsheathed his gun and pointed it at Chris, Chris flinched as Wilson pulled the trigger, no hesitation in his actions. The gun shot out a tranquilizer dart, hitting Chris and knocking him out almost immediately.

  “Subaru! Subaru!”

  “Huh, what happened?” Subaru woke up in a daze from his bed, concerned expressions swept his vision. Subaru looked towards Emilia who immediately hugged him. This sensation, this feeling of belonging, this sanctity. It was a fond feeling, so this is why he ate that mayo. Was it all really just a simple dream?

  “You were out for 3 months, I suppose.” Beatrice commented scoffing, seemingly indifferent to Subaru’s well being. Subaru smirked and scratched his head in minor shame. He had no idea what had come over him, but if it truly was a dream, why could he vividly remember almost all of it? The pain he felt, the sadness, the despair, it all felt too real. Subaru after apologizing to everybody eventually made his way to the mirror.

  “Heh, I look like absolute crap. I can’t believe I let Emilia see me like this…” Subaru’s eyes were dull, having lost their usually bright color and his skin was rather pale. He wondered how he even made it through those 3 months, someone must’ve been taking care of him during the coma. He suspected it was the combined efforts of Rem and Emilia, but still, to be able to forget those both so easily. He was afraid that something like that could happen here, but he did his best to convince himself otherwise.

  “Subaru? Are you okay?”

  “Oh! Emilia-chan~ Surely, you were the cure to me waking up from my coma, perhaps, Emilia don’t tell me!” Subaru’s thoughts ran to the sleeping beauty and he couldn’t help but gush as his mind wandered with the possibilities.

  “Wh-What?”

  “No, no, no it couldn’t possibly be!” Subaru stated rather dramatically making Emilia somewhat confused, but also amused. He could hear her silently giggling and that in itself brought a smile to his face.

  “So, I’m reeeeeaaaally curious. What were you dreaming about it? Sometimes, I saw you moving in your sleep, like you were having a nightmare…”

  “It wasn’t much really. Emilia have you ever heard of the SC-” The penalty happened again and Subaru stopped mid sentence, fear patching his usually joyous expression. It wasn’t a dream, what had happened… was it really real..?