Uncontainable (DreamTeam SCP AU)

Events Log Eight

"That's not too far," Phil smiled, "Should take four hours, tops. Luckily we're pretty close to the American border."

Niki nodded, as the doors to the helicopter closed. "I'm gonna be glad to be back in the States."

"Buckle in," Phil grinned, "We'll be there before you know it."

And they were, a few hours later.

"Where's the Site?" Will asked, as the containment units rolled out of the cargo bay and he jumped down onto the helipad.

"Downstairs," A man with sunglasses said, and Niki realized it was Eret. "Didn't you ever wonder what was under here? There's so many conspiracies,"

"N-not really," Niki smiled a little, "It's just an airport."

Eret frowned, the vibe was gone.

He led them into the huge complex of buildings, then to a mural. Its depiction was quite... macabre.

He seemed to search for something, then pushed his finger into the mural, on an inconspicuous bit of black paint.

"Fingerprint scanning..." A metallic voice said, "Welcome, Administrator Eret."

He smiled as the mural began to spin, it stopped after a half-rotation, revealing a hallway behind the painting that led to an elevator.

"Now that's cool," Fundy grinned. They followed him into the corridor, and the mural ground shut behind them.

On the elevator they stayed for quite some time, as Site-143 was buried deep underground.

"So, uh..." Will tried to make conversation, failing miserably.

"Mhm." Eret hummed back.

Ding!

Thank god.

"Welcome to the Site," Eret smiled, leading them through a sterile white hallway until they got to the larger office space.

"This place looks a lot nicer than L'Manburg..." Niki smiled.

"Well L'manburg was a repurposed army base," Eret monotoned, "This was special built."

"Hey!" Nick called, emerging from decontamination. "Welcome to your new home!"

Will walked over and took his outstretched hand. "Dr. Soot."

"Doc Armstrong, call me Nick." Nick replied, smiling. "This is Dr. Davidson," he pointed to George, who was walking in, "And that is SCP-534."

Unfortunately, Dream had forgotten the don't show your human form rule and was waving hello, blond hair and green eyes.

"What the hell—" Eret sputtered, "He can do that?"

He suddenly looked very worried indeed.

"Is that..." Wilbur looked over, "That's the doctor that went missing... Anderson!"

"What happened to him?!" Niki gasped.

"N-nothing," Eret stuttered, "That's SCP-534, he can shape-shift."

"Why does he look exactly like him?" Wilbur said.

"Yeah," Nick added, crossing his arms. "Why is that?"

"Doctor Armstrong filed a report that detailed the SCP's ability to read minds," Eret spat back, taking off his glasses. "Dr. Davidson was a... close friend of Anderson, and as such I'm sure that the missing doctor must have been on his thoughts..."