Uncontainable (DreamTeam SCP AU)

Events Log Eight

============== Two Days from now...

This wasn't his friend that was staring at him right now. It was that thing. It was proven right when it smiles oddly at Zak. Letting out a tired sigh, he shakily asks.

"Do you plan on leaving him alone?"

A shake of the head.

"Is there.. is there anything that can make you leave him?"

It blinked, and seemed to be thinking of a reply. It smiled again, sickeningly sweet. Additionally, it slightly tilted his head, as if to mock him.

" If he dies. "

Zak grits his teeth and looks down. He thought that he would get that answer, but it still frustrated him nonetheless. He just wanted his... his Darryl back.

"Is there really no other way?"

" Do you really hate me that much? "

"I'm losing him to you, you selfish prick." Skeppy scowls. It only let out a chuckle, and tucked his hair behind his ear.

His friend was starting to look more unnatural the longer it lingered. Zak examined his features; his sclera was gray - close to being black. The smile he had showed his fangs, and they were becoming longer. The upper left side of his face was turning gray as well, and an odd bump on the left side of his forehead was growing, and Skeppy knows damn well it would be a horn soon.

Fucking hell.

"Skeppy?"

The familiar voice of his friend brought him back to reality, and Darryl was blinking rapidly, and looking at him with a confused face.

"What- What happened? My head hurts..."

He quickly holds Darryl to steady him, Zak could feel him shake. He brings him to a chair and sits him down, and swiftly gave him water.

"It talked to me again."

Darryl widened his eyes and looked terrified. He looked down on the floor and asks, voice cracking, "What did it say?"

Knowing how scared Darryl was for his life, as much as it pained him, Zak lies.

"It was just asking when we could get out of here."

============== The present, L'manburg...

"Let's go, guys!" Niki smiled, grabbing her suitcase and running towards the door to the outside world.

The trolley SCP was carrying SCP Containers, where the sedated Tommy lay on his back in one coffin-esque box with glass sides, and stacked on top of his was an identical box containing Tubbo.

She pushed open the latch, stepping into the sunlight and onto a paved path. L'manburg was buried deep in a forest, the fresh smell of pine in the undisturbed National Park air.

The sound of a helicopter greeted the doctors, as they wheeled their luggage down the path and towards a helipad.

"Where too, doc?" A blonde man asked, flashing a smile.

"Hey Phil," She smiled, hopping into the front row seat and placing headphones over her ears. The trolley SCP wheeled into the cargo bay, and the door shut behind it. Wilbur, Techno, and Fundy clambered into the second row of seating, also getting ear protection. "Site-143, Denver International Airport?"