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

Side Report: Dream

"The system is flawed, Clay," Eret said, in that low tone with narrowed eyes that indicated the matter was not up for discussion. "I've been here much longer, seen things you couldn't even begin to imagine. So trust me when I say I know what I'm doing. I know the consequences if I'm wrong. I know of consequences worse than death." Eret turned his attention away from the confused yet hopeful SCP towards Dream, who was left with his argument caught up in his throat.

"The system keeps us safe though," Dream retorted weakly despite the creeping eerie sensation running up his spine. "It sucks, but it keeps everyone safe." Eret snorted at that, resting a hand on Dream's shoulder, as though to ease some of the tension that had built up.

"We can be better than the Foundation though." Eret wore an easy, hopeful smile, but somehow in those deep, empathetic eyes of his Dream couldn't help but stiffen. "This is how you can sleep at night. Just trust me on this one, okay Clay?" Dream blinked at him, looking once more at the dark blue of his irises. They were... Reassuring.

"Fine, but I'll report you if diamond boy tries anything." The SCP tilted its head at the statement, clearly having been intrigued by the brief conversation, but remained silent. It watched Eret with wide eyes as it tried to refrain the corners of its mouth from rising upon seeing Eret's grin.

"There are a few ways to get you out of the cell," Eret whispered, grin audible even in his deep, calming voice. "You wouldn't be able to leave the facility, but as long as you demonstrate good behavior and have the recommendation of a Doctor or two, I can get you roaming permission." The diamond's eyes widened ever so slightly, jaw parting in mild surprise.

"What do you say to that Zak? Willing to go through with some threat-determination tests?"

"Please," The SCP hadn't even hesitated, no longer trying to hide his smile, the lustrous surface of his glistening skin shining a bit more brilliantly for a moment, mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Call me Skeppy."

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"How long you been working here?" Dream asked, poking the food this 'Eret' gave him around with his fork, sitting rather stiffly at the man's table. The older scientist's room was comfortable enough, granted he was a Level Two, boasting nothing more than a small fridge and microwave for a kitchen, as well as his bed and desk, with a small bar-like wall separating the two 'rooms'. Dream had reluctantly agreed to follow Eret back at his offer for dinner. It was definitely reluctantly. Of course it was.

"About three years, I'd say." Eret himself wasn't eating, instead merely drinking some water while filling out some documents at his desk. "You just came two weeks ago, right? Sorry for not introducing myself earlier." Dream nodded despite Eret having his back to him.

"Don't worry about it," Dream mumbled, more for politeness' sake than anything. "I'm used to everyone being a pair of dysfunctional dicks anyways." This caused a hearty chuckle from Eret, who tilted his head back as he wheezed. Dream smiled despite himself, even huffing along with Eret's contagious laughter.

"Am I a pair of dysfunctional dicks as well?" Eret asked humorously in that deep voice of his, grinning softly as he glanced over yet another document. Dream shrugged, the action catching Eret's eye just enough for some white to show behind his lips as the grin grew. Dream tried to hide his own smirk by gulping down some more water. What could he say, Eret was rather comfortable to talk to.

"What was the whole deal with that SCP, anyway?" The question caused Eret to stop flipping through the pages between his hands before catching himself, continuing, albeit much slower than before. "It was a solo-assigned SCP; My first, actually. You really shouldn't have been there." A soft tapping sound filled the momentary lapse in their conversation, Eret's finger bouncing gently against the hard wood of the desk, the man quietly thinking over his answer.