An Informitave Meeting

Bright was reading hours after Sarah had left the room, hoping to find something, anything... but he was hoping he didn't find it.

He needed Proof, solid proof this isn't real. That Sarah is no possible SCP that foundation staff can torture. So far he found nothing, only furthering his worry and unease. She was one of the few people who put up with his antics, most tolerated him, but she was different. She genuinely cared about him and considered him a friend, he had only one friend until her. The voices in his head.

Worst of all, he was sent as a lie, he didn't escape. They sent him. To contain them all.

Books piled around the ginger, in frustration he threw one towards the door which opened.

The book was caught by the plague doctor who entered the room, noting the books and Bright as he wandered into the shelves then left. The possessive mask and the doctor entered a day later afterwards and attempted to clear the silence.

"Jack, why are you doing this?" 35 asked his arms crossed.

He looked up, an aggressive look in his eyes. His hair looked wild like he hadn't slept in days.

"We are all fucked!" Bright shouts finally rising from his place.

"What do you mean?!" The mask shouts back.

49 watches them both, prepared to stop any physical violence.

"They are looking for all of us, right now!" yells pointing towards the window.

"Well we all escaped duh! Why is that any concern?!" 35 was getting tired of Brights distance from the group, while they were finding out Sarah's abilities he was wasting his days looking at words on a page.

"I DIDN'T ESCAPE!" Bright broke. The two looked at him perplexed.

"I was sent to find you two, and Sarah, they want to classify her as an entity, I just..."

"So they want to contain her..." 35 and Bright sat down.

49 said nothing and left, questions and contained rage filled his mind.

He knew it. This whole time Bright was another one of the foundations puppets. But how didn't he notice? Let alone Sarah or 35 and that damned mind reading magician!? Even if this is true, is there any chance to fix this? Who's gonna tell her? How will she take the news? Are they watching us now?

How much time do we have left?

All she did was help us, and Bright. He helped them. That sick place wasn't gonna get any of us alive, not if I can help it.

I spent 75 years there, I intend to stay out now that I'm free.

Who knows what will happen if 35 and I go back, they'll likely feed me to 682 and dance on my grave, 35 spent 67 year sealed away in the foundation walls, plus god knows how long before then, any more isolation will set his mind to insanity permanently.

Over my dead body will I go back to a fake lab to make no progress in the cure.

"49!" He flinched. He was now sitting in the corridors. Sarah looks only with concern at his antics.

He says nothing. She won't understand. No one really can.

"Try me, what wont I get?" She asked.

He doesn't say anything and let's his mind speak for him.

'Bright was sent by the foundation to contain us himself, but he's got an issue,you, your being classified as an SCP like me and 35. They hurt us in ways they can't see or refuse to. I... don't feel real emotions anymore because I have to hide the choking fear, every day, knowing very well every doctor in the damn sector wants me dead. They will celebrate my death with fucking champagne and, if I go back. My death is guaranteed, if only you turned us in because you are likely gonna face a lot because of us and I -' his train of thought is cut off because he was being hugged.

"There's no going back, even if we wanted to, thanks for the heads up by the way.

Now that I know he's feeding them info, we need a plan."