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

Side Report: Wilbur

"I'm glad you're my replacement," Eret said as he gestured for Wilbur to follow him into the double door system, causing Wilbur to give a slight tilt of his head. "I might not be the best judge of character, but you seem to be a good guy. I don't know what I'd do if I left Tubbo with one of those awful researchers."

"W-Why thank you," Wilbur responded rather stiffly, Eret's compliment surprisingly genuine, despite how nonchalantly he said it. "But is the- Did you name the SCP?" Eret's finger hovered over the button to open the SCPs door, or 'Tubbo', as he called it. They looked at each other for a second before Eret smiled sheepishly.

"He seemed to like it," He muttered in that deep voice of his, thumb pressing down lightly on button for the door. "I know you're not supposed to, but I like giving the sentient ones names. Helps me work, I guess." Wilbur was about to retort, but bit his tongue, watching the compassionate man as the door opened.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Wilbur chuckled back, stepping slowly into 'Tubbo's' cell, mind wandering to the whole reason he transferred to this Site in the first place. "I do the same thing." A smile graced his lips as he recalled his friend, now contently settled into his new containment cell. Fundy said he didn't actually have a name before Wilbur started calling him by that, but enjoyed it nonetheless, eventually finding himself loving what was originally a pathetic attempt at replicating human speech.

The door closed behind Wilbur, leaving him trapped in the SCPs room. The boy was staring at him with those abnormally large, pure black eyes of his, baring his fangs when Eret took a step closer with a snarl. His bees immediately picked up on his mood, falling into a defensive pattern around him, ready to sting at a moments notice.

"I brought a friend Tubbo," Eret said calmly, not daring to approach the SCP any further, instead waving and talking with the boy from where he stood, several meters away. "He's new here, so it might take a while before he gets settled. You're going to be seeing a lot of him, okay?" The report Wilbur had been given hadn't been too clear as to whether or not the SCP understood human speech, and from what he had read, it appeared as though he were more animal than human, so Wilbur fully expected him to merely continue sitting and watching them. To his surprise, Tubbo's head nodded, still not taking his freakish eyes off the pair, although his bees did relax ever so slightly.

"Hey there," Wilbur said cautiously to the small boy, who only continued looking at him with distaste, shifting from his spot on the ground into a standing position. "My name's Dr. Soot, but a lot of my friends just call me Wilbur. I'm going to be your researcher too, okay?" Tubbo continued staring at the new doctor, hissing at him when he lifted his hand to wave. Not the friendliest SCP, Wilbur noted.

"Come on Tubbo, don't be like that," Eret said pleadingly, taking a step towards the boy, who now shifted his glare to the researcher. "He wants to be your friend too, I promise he won't hurt you." One of Tubbo's bees shot forward and stung Eret right on his exposed hand as he took another step forward. He winced, but it appeared as though its venom wasn't strong enough to actually cause him much pain.

Tubbo made some sort of sound from his throat, and while it sounded much like a growl, it appeared more as though he were attempting to speak with them. He eventually grew frustrated, crossing his thin arms across his chest, watching the pair with displeasure.

"He's in a bit of a sour mood today," Eret supplied, although Wilbur had the sneaking suspicion that he was usually like this anyways, and his presence didn't exactly help. "Wilbur can stay all the way over there if you like, but we really just want to be your friends. So please no more stinging?" Tubbo huffed, neither relaxing nor becoming more hostile as Eret took another hesitant step forward.

Wilbur watched as Eret took another step, pausing just enough so that Tubbo didn't freak. Bees began swarming dangerously near Eret, but the doctor paid them no mind, holding his hands up for Tubbo to see. The SCP growled, an actual growl, not a crude attempt at speech, as though giving Eret one final warning before he added more scars to his already sliced up arms.