Your throat tightened when your eyes opened to complete darkness. Blinking you scanned the black room searching for any sign of where you were. Your body began to tremble. The room was so cold that your lungs felt as if you were inhaling chunks of ice. Your chest felt hard and strangely hollow as you attempted to breath, it felt as if something inside was missing... Your breaths were shallow and raspy giving you the feeling that you were suffocating.

Finally a light flicked on above your head illuminating a face that filled your soul with fear. His familiar blood stained mask was inches away from your face. Your heart raced and you could feel the cold sweat dripping down your back as you struggled against the icy steel chair. Your thrashing made the restraints rub your wrists and ankles raw.

His eyes held a proud and sadistic lust as he watched you struggle. Your vision was already blurred from tears when he slowly ran a finger down your arm. Panicked you opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. You could barely even whimper. All you could feel was a painful tickle in the back of your throat slowly rise up and into your mouth.

Your body shook in shock as you felt something moving inside your mouth. It was just about the size of a pillbug.

The man immediately backed away when the creature crawled out from your mouth, crawling over your bottom lip then towards your neck. On reflex, you tried to move your restrained limbs to brush the creature off, but now your body felt stiff. As if you were only made of bone.

You felt little legs make their way down your neck and onto your chest. Leaving a trail of tickled and uncomfortable skin. With a clenched jaw you strained your neck. Forcing your head up to get a better look at the creature.

Your eyes widened when you came face to face with a little white bug. Your breathing quickened as your eyes shifted to your exposed chest. Instantly you regretted your decision to look at your now solid body. Your mouth opened again as you tried to force out a cry for help. There were hundreds of dark red penny sized holes all grouped together in clusters together covering your chest and stomach. Your once healthy skin now had a sickly grey tint. You tried to move again only to be reminded of the new tunnels now trailing up and down your arms and legs. Slowly eating you from the inside out.

Your lungs felt as if they could burst as you watched in horror as one bug crawling out from your hip and ventured up to your stomach. Your throat was tighter than ever now, you tried to breath, but you couldn't. All that you could feel was insects swarming inside your lungs.

You tried to cough, as if making any noise would end the vibrations of hundreds of bugs crawling inside your chest. Looking back up at the man you let your tears fall.

But, after looking back up at him, you didn't see the same man anymore. This time it was your father, staring at you as if you were some kind of failed experiment. Scowling he opened his mouth as if to say something. But before he could the world around you went black.

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Your eyes snapped open to see another dark room. Immediately your body shot up in bed. Your eyes were huge as you looked around at the dark infirmary around you, taking in the room as if to make sure it was real. Panting your hands frantically fumbled towards your stomach in the darkness. You couldn't help but feel for the tunnels that had seemed so real.

You sighed in relief when you felt nothing. Relaxing you laid back down on the hospital bed. Listening to the beeping heart rate monitor slowly calm down after your dream. You took in a deep breath as you stared up at the ceiling, collecting yourself from yet another nightmare. Last night's sleep was not easy for you. Your hand rubbed the side of your face in irritation, it came as no surprise though, knowing that you, your torturer and your father were still most likely in the same building made it nearly impossible to get a decent night's sleep. And after the last week, you really needed it.

You draped your hand over your tired eyes and let out a sigh. The last decent sleep you had was in a wet cave with SCP-049. Your eyebrows furrowed at the irony, the fact that you could get better sleep around an SCP than your own father. It was sad. Peeking through your hand you glanced over at the clock across the room. It already read 7:00 AM. Just great.

It took you a moment before you finally realized that your injured finger was brushing against your face. Its thick bandages rubbed against your forehead. Your eyes widened when the realization hit you. Your finger had been throbbing only a few hours ago... But now, you felt no pain.

Moving your hand off of your face you stared hard at the bandages. As if waiting for the pain to suddenly ignite again. When none came your breathing began to pick up.

The pill you took last night... Could it have actually worked? I mean sure, you knew it would do something but you hadn't expected it to pull through as your father had claimed. If you were to be honest with yourself, you had expected the worst from swallowing that supposedly 'modified' SCP. Even thought you had expected the worst, you still shuddered at the thought of attempting to combat your father- especially since at the moment your fate was in his hands.

Shifting in bed you decided to test your leg, reaching down with your good arm you squeezed the bandage. And... Again nothing, it was just as it had felt before you had been bitten. Gaining more confidence, you moved to your shoulder gently squeezing the bandage, only to flinch by the sudden sting. It still burned underneath your dressings but not nearly as bad as it had before. Lastly you checked your side. Feeling around the thin bandage you again felt no pain, but you could feel a slight indent in your side. You made a quiet tisk sound, it felt like a scar.

Your body shifted again as you fully stretched out your legs. Now that you really thought about it, you hadn't felt this well in a long time. Aside from being exhausted... And terribly needing a shower... And clothes. Relaxing back in the bed you lifted your finger back up. Curiosity taking over again, you unraveled the bandages, slowly revealing your finger. Underneath the bandages there was a layer of gauze. It was stained with a couple splotches of blood from last night. Gently you pealed the gauze off to reveal your finger. Your eyes widened as you stared at your healed skin. There wasn't a single mark on your finger... As if nothing ever happened.

The only inclination that something had happened was the fact that your fingernail was only half as long as normal. But it didn't hurt as you assumed it would. If anything, you could swear the longer you watched the more your nail seemed to grow.

You stared, mesmerized by your finger for a few more moments. Taking in the effects that the pill had on you, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

A loud click snapped you out of your trance when the door opened revealing a thin pale man walking in. Dr. Snow stepped in balancing towels in one hand and a pile of clothes in the other. He stopped with his eyebrows raised, taking in your unraveled bandages and dumbfounded expression.

"Oh, Good morning. I didn't expect you to be up so early." He smiled softly, his eyes shifting to see your healed wound. "And I see the medicine is working well."

He approached you and plopped the clothes and a towel onto your bed. He paused in your silence.

"You are feeling better, right?"

You blinked at him as if you were still trying to process everything. Shaking your head, you forced out a response.

"Oh- uhh yes. A lot actually."

"Good. Since your wounds are getting better why don't you get cleaned up?" He gestured across the room to a closed door. "There's a bathroom in there where you can shower and do whatever you need to do to prepare for what's to come."

An ominous premonition washed over you after his choice of words. You hesitated before getting up and instead you stared quietly at the pile of folded clothes. As well as a neatly folded lab coat on top.

"Are you able to stand?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, do whatever you need to then. I'll just be out here." He said softly turning away from you.

Sitting up again you reached out for your new clothes and towels.

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You sighed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Large dark bags gathered under your eyes and your hair was tangled and dirty. Feeling your hair felt as if you touched a greasy mass of knots. You picked out some clumps of SCP-106's goop, blood and some how some tiny twigs that still clung inside of your hair making you feel even more gross. You grimaced at your complexion. You didn't think you'd ever looked this unkempt. Your bandages were thick and making your appearance even more tattered and disgusting.

After only a week... Look at me. I'm worse than I thought. You pried your eyes away from the mirror after that thought. Stuffing down your insecurities of how many people had seen you this way, you began to unravel the bandage on your shoulder.

Your stomach turned when you slowly peeled off the gauze underneath the dressings on your shoulder. The wound stung slightly after it was exposed. The opening was gone and you could use your shoulder with minimal pain. But, there was a scar. Deep and ridged. It was almost a perfect circle Aside from a thick line running through the center of the circle. Revealing where you had surgery as well as had a finger jabbed into it. You shuddered and quickly moved onto the rest of your body.

Slowly unwrapping each wound and revealing deep scars underneath.

You sighed when you dared to look into the mirror again, taking in the new scars that revealed your story of pain. You again forced yourself to look away from your body and instead looked towards a way to finally help yourself feel better.

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You stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed and finally clean after everything you'd been through. Running your now healed hand through your smooth, untangled wet hair you closed your eyes. Fully taking in the feeling of cool air on your steaming skin. Feeling the shampoo and conditioner in your hair was amazing, even if they had been the equivalent to cheap hotel bottles.

Looking back, you were honestly a little surprised that the shower wasn't too bad of a muddy and bloody mess after what you had picked up all of last week.

Daring to look back up you met face to face with yourself in the mirror. This time, your complexion reflected your fresh feelings inside.

Drying yourself off you got yourself dressed and ready for whatever your father had for you. Although the thought made your stomach squeeze you couldn't help but feel a little more hopeful after your father's recent actions had actually ended in a decrease in your pain.

Your eyes drifted towards your lab coat that still lay folded on the counter. You had noticed fairly quickly that it strikingly resembled your old lab coat. It had no SCP logo patch on the chest but instead it had the little red dot enclosed by a black and white spiral stitched on the front.

You couldn't help but furrow your brow at the implications of wearing this. A guilty feeling rose inside of you feeling as if you were betraying the SCP foundation by putting this on. But as you felt before- you feared your father, even as an adult you knew that if you were to disappoint. Things wouldn't go well for you.

You shuttered at the thought and reached for the lab coat and slipped your arms into its sleeves.

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An incoherent chorus of voices and some sort of mechanical clanking echoed through the hallways leading you towards a towering doorway. The hallways vaguely resembled the bland grey walls from the facility with their towering height and long ominous aura. Dr. Snow had taken you to where your fathers 'tour' was supposed to begin, and in doing so he had led you down numerous hallways and down at least five levels in the elevators into yet another grey hallway. This place reminded you so much of the facility that if you hadn't known any better you might have thought at first that you were still there.

Although the color and feel was the same, it had posters hung in random locations adding a pop of color in the sea of grey. Your hands absentmindedly picked at the sleeve of your new lab coat as you skimmed over them.

They read things like 'A new beginning', 'Power like no other', 'Will you fight for your freedom?', 'Join us as we enter a new world.' And, 'Welcome, to Chaos Insurgency' There were plenty of those black and white spirals that seemed to be their symbol littering the posters and the walls. As well as some crude words that had been sloppily scratched out covering the familiar SCP logo.

You forced yourself to look away from the questionable graffiti and instead turned your attention to the giant open door. Looking inside, you couldn't help but feel small.

"Ah! Finally, we can begin." Your father exclaimed holding his cane in the air. A deep red light highlighted half on his body as he gestured. Your eyes darted up to Dr. Snow.

Apparently not registering your expression as concerned he smiled down at you and turned away. You gripped your coat and took a deep breath.

Hesitant, you walked into the large room and your eyes were quickly drawn to a large grey metal structure in the center of the room. Standing just a little behind your father. It made the clinking sound you heard outside and seemed to be some kind of power source with a glowing red light escaping from small cracks in the mechanism. It lit up most of the room giving it a creepy feeling. There were stairs climbing up the machine to easily access a small room beside the machine.

Looking closer you realized that the huge machine went through the floor and disappeared. Your eyes widened at the monstrous machine that not only seemed to tower over everyone but kept going into the earth. A loud hiss echoed through the room when white steam spilled out of an opening tube positioned on the right side of the machine.

The room was completely grey aside from the eerie red hue. Searching the room there were several doors and elevators heading up and down. As if you hadn't traveled far enough down.

Hobbling over with his cane your father approached you with a smile.

Your eyes switched from your father to the towering machine behind him. "What is that?" You finally choked out, feeling overwhelmed by the sight.

Opening an excited arm to the machine.

"This, (y/n), is my work."

You blinked, craning your neck to catch a glimpse of the top of his creation. "You- your work?" You nearly whispered.

"Yes! But it's not just the machine." He explained leading you to pry your eyes off of the silver beast.

"All this machine does is enable me."

You couldn't help but cringe at that last statement. "Enable you?" Your mind scrambled putting the pieces together as you stared at the ominous machine.

"Yes!" He repeated, "I'll show you." His chipper tone of voice sent a shiver down your spine. Your gut was already telling you to run as he turned and made his way towards a dark hallway. He looked back at your still form only to wave you over. Your right hand gripped your left sleeve as you cautiously made your way towards your father. Your eyes studying every move your father makes. You gulped. You really didn't think you were going to enjoy this.

The two of you barely made it halfway through the hall before he picked up the conversation again. "How much do you know about SCP's?" he chimed without looking back at you. He continued to walk, his cane clicking with every other step.

"Very little... All things considered. I guess- I know more about some than others." You finally replied.

"Yes, but you know the most valuable thing to know about SCP's don't you?"

Your brow furrowed as you stared at the back of your father's head. "Knowing how dangerous they are? Or how to be safe around them?"

Finally, your father stopped looking back towards you with an air of seriousness in his eyes. His gloved hand holding the balled tip of his golden cane tightly.

"No." He paused, taking in your confused and admittedly concerned expression. "I guess I'll have to explain more than I had planned."

You opened your mouth to ask more questions, but he was quick to cut you off by taking a sharp turn to open a sliding door on his left.

"And here it is." He exclaimed gesturing to a case in the center of a small room with a dark Grey, nearly black collar laid on display. "My latest creation..."

Stepping a little closer to the display you could definitely recognize the collar. It was the same one that SCP-106 was wearing. Your eyes flickered up to your father's proud gaze.

"This... This is what is most important to understand about SCP's. And in turn is the most important thing that I do."

Leaning his cane on the wall he reached down to his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys, unlocking the case and he picked up the collar.

"I'm sure you are familiar with psychology," he said, suddenly changing the subject. He waited for a moment before looking back at your confused expression.

"Aren't you?"

"Uh, yes. Of course." You quickly replied realizing that he had meant it as a question.

"In that case, you should know of one of the most famous psychologists, Martin Seligman."

At the sound of his name your face fell, contorting into a look of fear and disgust. Your eyes immediately went back to the collar in his hand. Seligman had done many experiments but judging by the collar you thought you knew where this was going. In moments the device seemed a lot more sinister to you than you had originally thought. You swallowed; a small pang hit your heart at the thought of recreating some of the experiments Seligman had done.

"I'll take your expression as a yes." He opened the collar showing you its interior. Your eyes widened when you stared inside, it reminded you of a shock collar of sorts. With sharp, silver rods pointing inwards. As if it was some kind of metal inversed spike collar. There was a bright red shard embedded inside the metal collar.

"Well, lets just say I took some inspiration from his findings on learned helplessness."

You shuttered, and your breathing quickened when he pressed the embedded gem lighting up the rods of the collar with a bright white electricity. The blinking red light lit up in front of the band signaling that it was ready for use.

"You're electrocuting them!?" You finally spoke up obviously panicked. You weren't one to openly trust SCP's, nor did you necessarily believe that it would be ok to set them free... But the ethics of this- putting any living creature through such torture was so wrong on so many levels...

Your father rolled his eyes at your outburst, "Technically yes. But also no. If it was just regular electricity it wouldn't effect the majority of SCP's. So, I needed to create one." He explained pointing to the small gem.

"I discovered this little SCP during my time at the facility. It was a residue of sorts from a separate entity."