Step One

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SCP - Unnumbered was cuffed head to toe as she was being transported for testing. Her body was frozen to the touch, but she didn't feel cold: she felt sad. The SCP wondered if it was because she was sad she was cold. She didn't quite understand what was making her feel this way though.

Perhaps the sadness was from the empty feeling in her heart. Perhaps it was because Dr. Chelsea left her without saying goodbye. She knew why though; when people weren't listening Dr. Chelsea always expressed how much she hated this. Dr. Chelsea was the only one who thought of the SCP as human. The botanist tended to refer to her as a child despite being 28.

The SCP remembered the first day she came here. They filled her with drugs and did a plethora of tests on her. The SCP remembered a woman who always wore red or blue rushing in calling her "baby." If only the SCP could remember that woman in red or blue was her mother.

She was brought here at 14, she killed someone apparently. The SCP didn't remember killing anyone before she came here, however she did remember the 13 people she killed while here. At first she didn't do it on purpose: she got scared and her powers went off, but then it got fun. However, they started offering her treats, she loved (f/pastry), but she only got that when she was really good.

SCP - Unnumbered came from a mental hospital apparently, she killed a man (her father, but she wasn't aware) and was sent there. When she had a seizure though, her powers were revealed and she was brought to the foundation. The drugs they gave her (plus the abuse from her past) kept her down, knowledge wise. She knew very little, only knowing how to kill, eat, drink, and other necessities.

Life wasn't too hard though, for the SCP. Very rarely did a guard come in with his pants around his ankles and the drugs never bothered her at the end of the day. They fed her twice a week and took her on walks on Sundays. In her old cell, she was even gifted a poster with a cat on it, but a doctor ripped it to pieces in anger.

SCP - Unnumbered was then strapped to a chair and looked around, there were several guards and a couple doctors. They started with the disinfecting of her arms and legs, wiping them down to be ready for the shots. The SCP wondered if they were giving or taking. She closed her eyes and began to count, she counted up, only restarting when she felt a needle be inserted.

"Now." A stern voice demanded, making the process begin. They began to pull out the blood in the certain places and oddly enough SCP - Unnumbered didn't feel a thing. In fact, she just felt tired and sad. She closed her eyes and allowed sleep to take her away from the real world.

Two guards walked down the hall, searching. They were definitely, anyone could tell. They moved their heads frantically back and forth, reading every name they passed by. Clearly they were searching for something. Their frantic behavior made them stick out like a sore thumb.

"Can I help you two find something?" A woman asked. She was a guard, holding a big smile on her face. She looked much like the grouchy guard that had escorted SCP - Unnumbered.

"Uh, yes. We're looking for the file of SCP - 582 and it's duplicates." One guard relayed to the female. The woman nodded and motioned them to follow her. She made small talk and made suggestive acts toward the other, more quiet, guard.

Both of the male guards were clearly uncomfortable, but when they arrived, the female was quick to leave. The guards were relieved to finally get away from the female, she would've disrupted their mission if she continued.

"Hoodie, take a look at that shelf, I'll look through this one." Masky commanded Hoodie, watching him nod and begin his search. Masky started searching through the other shelf. With every file held a card to the containment room. The higher the clearance of the card, the easier it would be to get out of there.

It didn't take much longer to find the file and the cards, both Hoodie and Masky took one. They tucked the file beneath their clothes and stepped out of the office. The two scanned the hall for activity. When they found no one around, they nodded to each other and got to work.

"WHY WON'T SHE DIE?!" The doctor hissed angrily, sending the 11th bullet through her body. After the dna tests and such, the doctor decided it would be best to kill the SCP, seeing as they couldn't find any answers from her. Whenever they ran her blood through the machine it broke, sometimes exploded. The doctor was tired of it and just wanted her dead.

The SCP's body was nailed against the wall like Jesus was on the cross, her golden trails of blood caressing ever curve. Bruises accented her pale skin and her black tears ran down her cheeks. SCP - Unnumbered wasn't in pain, in fact, she felt a great deal of pleasure pulsing through her body. She was crying due to the doctor screaming about wanting her dead. She knew nobody there truly liked her, but no one said she should be dead.

"Sir, please. You have her naked, nailed to the wall, with a plethora of injuries that are going to start healing soon. She's not dying, the least you could do is throw her to an SCP to torment her for the rest of her days. One she can't kill who would want to hurt her." The assistant of the doctor piped up, seeing as there was no saving this SCP who the doctor seemed to hate immensely.

The doctor sighed and began to ponder, curious as to which one would do. The SCP had been introduced to almost every SCP in the foundation. All of them almost immediately liked her soon after learning they couldn't kill her. None of them truly tortured their victims though, just kill and run. Perhaps he could place her in SCP - 1983. No, he wanted to see the girl suffer.

"Yes yes, that's a wonderful idea, but which SCP?" The doctor mumbled, pacing back and forth, glancing up to the girl multiple times. A few times, he took a blade off the table and threw it into her. She never failed to release a loud moan at the sudden pains. If you cared to examine further, you could see her cum dripping down her legs.

"So that's why the guards like her." The assistant had mumbled earlier, hearing the girl moan and reach an orgasm a multitude of times. From the doctors observation skills, he had noticed the boner the assistant had gained. He had been tempted to let the assistant unleash himself onto her, but frankly he didn't want to see that.

"How about one of the slender beings? Perhaps SCP - 582?" The assistant piped up, his suggestion earning a grunt from the doctor. At first he thought it was a ridiculous idea, but the more he thought about it, the more wonderful the idea became.

"Take down the SCP. We have another gift to present the slenders."

"Get in there!" A guard shouted, shoving the girl in through the door of the containment room. A whimper left the SCP's lips and exhaustion hit her like one of their batons to the head. A part of her was scared, scared to try and run out and escape. Unfortunately, she also didn't feel very comfortable locked in the same room as the SCP who yelled at her.

Her options were made clear when the doctor rolled his eyes and began to come to take her out. SCP - Unnumbered quickly crawled toward the slender, nuzzling into his side, heavy pants and soft whimpers leaving her trembling frame. The doctor growled and banged his fist against the glass.

There was a cruel smile on his lips as he watched, waiting for the fun to begin. The doctor wanted to see that little bitch thrown against the walls and torn apart, even if her body would only emit a glow in an hour and she'd suddenly be reattached again. He wanted to see the slender eat her organs and scratch out her heart. Unfortunately for the doctor, his show never came.

"Come on! Hurt her!" The doctor growled, banging his fist against the glass once more. Slender only stared at the doctor, not moving despite the slight disgust he felt with this thing naked, bleeding(?), and dripping cum pressed against his side, ruining his suit. Though, he also felt pity. Everything about her seemed so innocent, and with what he had overheard, it made him feel even more for the SCP. "Good for nothing freak of nature!"

The doctor left, eventually the guards did as well. The SCP pressed to Slender's side eventually turned her head, graced with the sight of no one watching them. SCP - Unnumbered took in a shaky break and handed something to the being she rested against.

"N-not... imbecile." She muttered, her world turning black, her body relaxing. The SCP fell asleep from the intense amount of pleasure and sadness that had been running through her tired body for hours now. Slender blinked with shock.

Looking down at what he handed her, he saw a key card. It was one of the highest cards in fact, must've been stolen from the doctor. Slender sighed and removed his suit jacket, placing it over the girl's sleeping body. Now, he just had to wait for his proxies to arrive to set them free.

"Lucky you, she looks so nice to cuddle with." Splendor pouted from the other cell.

"Ah, you wouldn't want her Splendor, she's naked." Offender responded to Splendor with a loud laugh. Slender watched Splendor cringe at the information, internally frowning.

It would be wrong for Slender to not admit to himself that he sort of felt bad. She proved herself to not be as stupid as he thought, but even if she hadn't gotten the card, it would've been fine. Slender knew that she would have to return to the mansion with him, whether she wanted to or not. It would be the safest for her after all, plus she could learn things.

Slender grabbed the SCP's wrist and scratched in his symbol, watching it slowly change black. He had almost flinched in the middle of doing so, when a moan came from the female. It surprised him. Toby couldn't feel pain and this girl was a masochist. Odd, but he clearly couldn't judge.

"Another guard will be here soon."