![]() ![]() He allowed the creature's head to go limp as he gripped its arm and positioned the syringe right on top of the Median Basilic Vein. The sounds of shouting and metallic locks turning echoed from the containment cell door. “You’ll feel a slight pinch but it’s nothing to fear, trust me.” With this the Doctor pulled a bag from his robes and produced a syringe. The thing let out a mournful cry as the doctor looked into its eyes.įresh tears began to stream down the creature’s pale cheeks. With his free hand, the doctor moved its hands from its face, and then moved his hand to its forehead. “Child you do not have to fear me, I am here to help you, please… let me see.” The doctor recovered quickly, and looked down at the creature while stroking the top of its head. The doctor looked perplexed, as if he'd expected another reaction. It stopped crying and its breathing slowed. The doctor walked over to the monster and laid a hand on the top of its head. Its soft cries reverberated off the walls around the doctor. The chains were pulled back into the door, and SCP-049 looked down at SCP-096. Suddenly a red light beeped on the side of the neck shackle, and all of the chains fell to the ground. The chains that bound him continued back into a hole in the door itself. ![]() The man who had just entered was shackled. It was all bones and skin, with little muscle under the pale flesh that covered its body. They were both in a cold white containment chamber, the creature that used to be a child rocked in the corner, sobbing to itself and shaking. The children, the tree, and the bloodied pale sky all fell away. The child looked up at the approaching pair of eyes, hidden themselves behind a mask. In the distance someone new was approaching. The roots of the tree drank up the blood as soon as it touched the ground. The tips of the branches pierced the pale white veil and small drops of blood leaked down to the base of the tree. The tree itself was oily black, with thousands of branches reaching far up into a bone white sky. The small child rocked forward and back against the tree. The child's face was buried in its hands, its body bunched up with the knees held close to the chest. A small child sat at the base of a tree, surrounded by hundreds of laughing, pointing children. It wasn't new, mind you, but it hurt just the same. ![]()
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