Documentation of Site-■■■ [MCYT SCP FILES]

Side Report: Wilbur

Wilbur didn't actually get any paperwork done that day. He found himself too caught up with his fellow researcher and new charge, enjoying himself much more than he thought he would in this new location than he expected. Philza was quite enthusiastic and friendly, and he found that Techno was also just as amicable behind his mundane tone, the three of them quickly getting along quite well. The only reason the conversation was cut short was because Philza reminded Wilbur of his second SCP for his first day, offering to take charge of his most pressing reports as a 'welcoming present'. Wilbur didn't doubt for a second that the trio wouldn't become close friends.

Wilbur rushed through the mostly empty halls once more with the directions Philza had given him for SCP-7880, the 'bee boy', as they liked to call him. Not as much was known about this one compared to Techno, seeing as how it was quite new, having only arrived at the Foundation a mere two weeks before Wilbur's transfer. Testing was still ongoing according to its files, and was either unable or unwilling to speak. The only reason he was in Site-083 in the first place being because it seemed human enough, even if it didn't speak. This one was going to be significantly more difficult than Techno, certainly, but Wilbur couldn't help but find himself mildly excited for his new task.

"Are you Dr. Soot?" A deep voice asked, shaking Wilbur out from his thoughts, fatigued body turning to face the dark haired man calling out for him. He was nearly as tall as Wilbur, surprisingly, hair thick and fluffy atop his head, which bore a welcoming and warm smile. His brown eyes were wide and pleasant, a sort of tiredness visible in them despite his attempts to cover it up with his kind smile.

"Yes, I am," Wilbur responded, stopping from his bleary walk to face the man. "And you might be...?" Even though he was a new doctor, he doubted his name would have gotten around so quickly through the facility, even if it was quite smaller than his previous one. The man only smiled, smoothing out some of the wrinkles in his lab coat to make himself look more presentable.

"I'm Dr. Eret," He said with his deep, quiet laugh, beckoning Wilbur to follow him through the door he just emerged from, which Wilbur now realized was the observation chamber for SCP-7880 that he'd been searching for. "I probably wasn't in your report, but I'm the researcher you'll be replacing. I just wanted to meet you, you know, to make sure he'll be in good hands." With a flourish he opened the chamber, pointing inside towards the one-way glass that over looked the bee-boy's containment cell.

"He's a kid," Wilbur mumbled, seeing the tiny boy scratch some sort of pattern into the dirt of his cell, arranging picked flowers on the ground in some sort of childish artistic endeavor. Eret nodded besides him, watching the brown-haired child as well, the antennae and hive system a little too creepy for Wilbur's liking.

He had to be perhaps eleven or twelve, his big, black eyes giving his otherwise human face an eerie vibe that his frown and sharp fangs did little to help. Some of his bees suddenly buzzed around his ear, distracting him just enough for some of the others to lay themselves on top of his drawing without him noticing, outlining it so that when he turned back around, he could see his little project come to life. A simple, innocent laugh graced his lips when he saw. The report had said nothing about its age.

"You can go in and meet him if you want," Eret suggested, after a moment of Wilbur merely staring at the SCP. "I promise his bites aren't as bad as the report says they are. He does scratch sometimes though, so you have to be careful." Eret chuckled, demonstrating his array of scratch marks littering his hands and upper arms. How Wilbur hadn't noticed the slight swelling of of his right arm until now, he wasn't sure, but Eret nodded so encouragingly towards the child that Wilbur found it hard to say no, even against his better judgement.

"Only for a bit," Wilbur muttered, understandably apprehensive about stepping into the Level 2 SCP's chambers. "I suppose I'd like to know him anyway." Eret grinned, opening the door to exit the observation room and back into the hall.