Retrograde Motion [SCP X Reader]

Chapter 8: Code

You spent most of your time reading and sometimes observing the people outside the window. You pondered what they were doing. Waiting for you to do something? Writing reports? It didn't matter much what they were doing. Aside from the occasional argument you'd hear through the glass, they remained mostly quiet.

That's why, about one week after you woke up, you wondered what argument was happening this time. You had become intimately acquainted with the fact that the walls were not soundproof. From what you could see through, there was a new person outside your cell. He didn't look like anyone you recognized who was assigned to you. He was arguing with some other doctor.

Your expression soured as the door to your cell opened revealing the new doctor. He had a look on his face that just screamed over confidence. Half of his shirt was untucked and you could make out a lipstick mark just under his collar. As he strutted into your cell, he tossed a folder onto the table you were sitting at. He pulled the chair out and collapsed onto it. You sighed.

You were almost certain he was new to the foundation.

"Hello," you greeted out of courtesy.

"Subject [----]-[-------]," he replied.

"Where's the usual doctor?"

"Busy, 'm the one asking the questions today." He smirked.

You rolled your eyes at his tone. "Ask away."

Despite the fact you said "ask away", you tuned out the moment he opened his mouth. Choosing to ignore him was a conscious decision. Vaguely, you heard him drone on and on and on with all the confidence of people on twitter speaking over minorities. You answered some questions cryptically, others not when you bothered to pay attention enough.

He was getting frustrated with your answers, you noted.

That was fine. You didn't care for his approval. You didn't jump as he slammed his hands down on your table and began shouting.

"Answer the damn questions, subject [----]-[-------]!"

"I am answering them," you replied calmly.

"Don't play sly with me."

"I'm not." Amusement seeped through your voice. You wondered how long it would take for him to leave or kill you.

As it turned out, not long as he pulled out a gun right after. You blinked a little at the sight, watching his hand tremble as he pointed the gun at your forehead. Well, that sure escalated quickly. Was this guy even cleared to have a gun on him? You pressed your forehead against the barrel of the gun nonchalantly, staring straight into the doctor's eyes.

"Resorting to violence now, doc? Makes me wonder what other things you've got stashed in your pockets."

"I wouldn't have had to do this if you just answered the questions." He grit his teeth.

"Why should I? It's nothing the foundation doesn't already know."

"You know that isn't true."

"Oh really?"

"Cooperate with us and I won't blow your brains out."

"Oh! So you think you have the guts to shoot me!" You harshly slammed your hands against the table and stood up. "I bet you're just a f*cking coward who can't even defend their points in an argument without getting thinking everything is a personal attack on you!"

You ignored the fact that parts of this argument was, in fact, a personal attack on him. He began spewing some bullsh*t in an attempt to justify himself but you weren't paying attention. Instead, you were focussing on a pocket in his lab coat. There was a slip of paper in the pocket. Seeing as you pretty much already knew how this would end, it wouldn't hurt to just steal the paper would it?

The doctor was rambling at this point, barely even paying attention to you. Yeah, you'd be able to steal it no problem. Slipping a hand into the pocket, you pulled out the paper and unfolded it. Time rewind... code... 8463... Ah. Folding the paper back up, you dropped it back into his pocket.

"You stupid-"

"If I'm being uncooperative, why don't you just shoot me doc?" you cut him off. He sneered and pressed the gun harder against your skull. "Go on now! Shoot me! Do it! What's the matter? Too much of a coward to shoot one person?"

"That's it," he snapped. "I'm killing you."

"Good! Maybe if we're both lucky, I'll stay dead!" You laughed.

"You're a monster."

With a click, he pulled the trigger. A bang echoed out as a bullet lodged itself into your head and you allowed yourself to succumb to the darkness once more. That exchange went pretty well you thought as you waited for time to reset. Hopefully, you'd never have to see this guy again after this. As expected, when you opened your eyes again, you were sitting in your chair again and the doctor sat in front of you.

"Your code is 8463," you spoke, cutting him off.

The doctor was startled for a moment. "Pardon?"

"Your code is 8463," you repeated slowly. "You can leave now."

"What-"

The intercom buzzed as someone outside your containment chamber began speaking. "Doctor, exit the containment chamber."

"I'm not done," he protested.

"I will not repeat myself, exit the containment chamber doctor."

He clicked his tongue. "Fine."

The doctor begrudgingly stood up from his chair. As he left your containment chamber, he gave you an odd look. When the door finally slid behind him, you let out a sigh. Finally, he was gone. You leaned back into your chair and closed your eyes. On the other side, you heard someone whisper something to the doctor who just exited. Something about a psychological evaluation with Dr. Glass.

Oh well. It wasn't something to concern yourself with. Picking a book off your shelf, you sat back down. Surely this day wouldn't have any long term repercussions!

X.x.X

A few days later, your usual doctor returned to your containment cell. Exhaustion laced their features. This time, they had a couple of clothes with them. They dropped the clothes onto your table before sitting down. You eyed them curiously.

"What's up?"

"Congratulations, (Y/n)," they said dryly, "you are now officially classified as SCP [----]."

A frown crossed your face. "That really doesn't feel like something to congratulate me about."

If the doctor's smile felt like pity, you didn't mention it.

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New SCPs in this chapter:

N/A

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Published: July 15, 2021

Word count: 2,164

Death Counter: 7

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This chapter is early for once. We'll get to talking to other people next chapter, promise. This is more just preamble to get things set up. Thanks for reading!