Documentation of Site-■■■ [MCYT SCP FILES]

Side Report: Dream

The doctor turned away from the glass, instead pausing to answer the SCP by placing a ginger hand atop the microphone, glancing at the new recruit besides him. Dream stared right back at those gray eyes of his during the silence that followed, fiddling with his coat sleeve awkwardly. Eret smiled upon seeing Dream's nervousness, even having the audacity to chuckle at his nerves before swiftly stepping out of the observation chamber, leaving a stunned Dream behind.

"Where are you-" Dream spluttered, quickly running after the whom Dream was sure ditched him, voice catching in his throat as he stared wide eyed at the man who was now currently standing before the door to the SCPs cell. "Are you insane!" Dream hissed, narrowing his eyes at the doctor that was using his key-card to gain access to the SCP's cell. Eret turned towards him with the same smile from before, gesturing for Dream to follow.

"Just chill man," Eret grinned, something mischievous sparking in his soft eyes. "Consider this your unofficial training." Dream continued staring at the man that was so blatantly disrespecting protocol, letting his fingers rest upon the side of the metallic door to the observation chamber as he seriously considered following the man to the cell. His finger twitched, knowing full well that even this SCP could very well kill him... But his rambunctiousness practically begged him to enter the possibly dangerous SCP's cell. The adrenaline Dream got by merely considering it was enough to convince him.

"I'm blaming you if this gets me in trouble," Dream grumbled, the other doctor grinning stupidly with a cheesy laugh as he unlocked the door, revealing the diamond SCP inside. Dream might have frozen up a little when those blank, reflective eyes met his, needing Eret to give him a gentle push inside for him to loosen up. They merely stared at each other for a while before their gazes snapped to Eret, who had begun approaching the SCP carelessly.

"What do you-" The SCP choked on its words, moving from its slouched position and scooting farther away on its bed when it noticed Eret approaching. "What do you want?" Eret immediately stopped walking towards it, instead smiling amicably at it before waving.

"Just to stop in and say hi, I promise; Bloque, don't be a dick, tell Zak hi." Dream did not like neither Eret's sudden bossiness nor how casual he was being with the SCP. Dream might be a stickler for them, but he certainly wasn't stupid. Those rules were put in place for a reason, and a big part of it was so that the doctors wouldn't grow attached to the SCPs. Growing attached to them was dangerous, especially mind-altering and psychotic ones.

"Hello... Zak," Dream eventually caved after much expectant staring from Eret, who smiled widely at Dream like they were already the best of friends. The SCP looked at Dream cautiously, but was notably less reclusive than before. That was to be expected, but still, Dream couldn't help but be hesitant about this whole ordeal, especially the part where Eret walked straight into the SCPs cell with the least care possible. They hadn't even properly tested it yet; For all they knew, it could kill them right where they stood.

"Now, don't tell anybody, and I mean anybody, this," Eret said, either purposefully ignoring Dream's internal dilemma or merely ignorant to it, continuing with the conversation anyway as he stepped towards the SCP. Dream's eyes widened a little at how close Eret was getting to it. Did this man have a suicide wish or was he simply too naive? One wrong breath and this Eret figure could wind up with unbreakable diamond twisting his neck.

"But there are ways to get out of the cell-" Eret was promptly cut off before he could finish.

"Are you fucking insane!" Dream finally snapped at him, breaking Eret's sentence off before he could reveal it. "Telling it would ruin the whole point of the system! Stop being so chill around it, it's a fucking SCP, not some charity project!" Honestly, why did he even come here in the first place, this man was clearly under the influence of something. He cursed his own recklessness.