Scp-999 is let into the cell. . .
The lights are dimmed. Scp-096 is crying in pain and sorrow. The guards look down in pity and remorse. The light shines through the hall. . . All the cries of the nearby creatures are heard. Scp-999 rushes through the room, SCP-096 looks back in shock. He starts screaming just when SCP-999 had his little tiny gloopy hands touch his tough leather like skin. He stops for a while. For a moment scp-096 hugs back, but he remembered his mission, he raises his fist but stopped. The feeling was nice, it was one that scp-049 gave him years ago. Scp-999 looks at scp-096's scars it cries, but somehow the tears heal the wounds. He hugs tighter, a few minutes later,
14 personnel are called to the site. They try to pull the pair apart, but it refused.
Somehow it cries louder.
For a brief moment SCP-096 felt something strange, something soothing, for a brief moment
again, Scp-096 felt loved.
