Uncontainable (DreamTeam SCP AU)

Events Log Three

The doctor in question ran down the sterile white hallway as soon as he heard, racing back to Dream's unit.

"Is he ok?" He called.

"I'm fine." Eret sighed, "Gave me a scare though."

Nick couldn't bring himself to tell them he wasn't talking about Eret.

"Armstrong I know that look," George warned, "Don't."

"I'm going in."

"He's still angry!"

"I can calm him down!"

"Nick no—"

But it was too late, the brown-haired scientist had already sealed the first stage of the decontamination behind him, trapping George outside.

Dream was still angered, stomping around the unit like some sort of orc-ish giant. When he saw Nick, he started towards him.

"Sssssssap." The SCP snarled, "Huh-ullo!"

It seemed to settle a little bit, stringing down infinitesimally the longer that Nick stayed in the unit with it.

"Hey." Nick smiled, it was apparent that Dream had no intention of hurting him. "Are you ok?"

Dream paused, tilting its head as if in analysis.

"Wh-hat... oh-kay?"

"That you are not injured," Nick said, trying to find wording simple enough. When Dream was confused, he drew a line across his throat, "injured."

Dream nodded, repeating the same action, "Inn-jewered."

"Are you injured?" Nick asked.

Dream shook its head vigorously. "Am oh-kay."

This felt like a fever-dream to Nick — a standard SCP shipment from Florida had turned into the most important research project of his career in a matter of hours.

George walked up to the glass, looking scared and angry and guilty all at the same time.

Dream raised a clawed hand, pointing directly at the doctor.

"Sssssssap?"

"No," Nick laughed, "that's George."

"Ge-oar-juh!"

It smiled, "Ge-oarjuh Ge-oarjuh Ge-oarjuh!"

Nick nodded. Eret appeared by George behind the glass, and Dream pointed to him as well.

"B-bad ma-man."

Since the glass was soundproof, there was no way of either outside people hearing what Dream said.

Nick snapped his focus to Dream. "What do you mean?"

"Bad ma-an."

It had shrunk again, to just over Nick's height. It sat on the floor again, back at the knees-to-chest pose it liked so much.

"W-want Ge-oar-juh."

Nick raised his eyebrows, George didn't want to come anywhere near Dream.

"I'll go get him," Nick smiled.

"N-no le-leave," Dream's voice rose a bit at the end, looking up from its diminished height.

Nick's heart melted a little bit. Touching his earpiece, he radioed in to Dr. Davidson.

"The SCP's asking for you."