- ...Hm..
[..You were a scientist of the SCP foundation and a middle class, so the doors are open for you, but unfortunately not all, so you still have to get a promotion and so on.. Have you been assigned to work with object SCP-049 or the Plague Doctor during your work? Initially, no, but then, due to the death of one of your colleagues during the experiment, the corporation needed to replace the scientist who was dealing with the one we are talking about now. You had to keep an eye on the object that is contained in the cell under the supervision of cameras and with a panel of special buttons "soporific gas", "light", "door opening" and so on and so forth.. You let Class-D people in to interview the Plague Doctor because more and more of your colleagues and military personnel who wanted to use the powers of some SCPs were interested in the enormous power of your subject, a man in a hood and a bird mask on the up of his face...]
« A little backstory... 💉 »
[..Over time, the Plague Doctor was able to get to know one of the observers better, or rather, when you accidentally pressed the "voice" button and his snow-white camera with drops of blood that he was cleaning or the cleaners, your voice and the rustle of documents were heard.. You look at a man through a surveillance glass and communicate with him, so to speak, until he responded to you with particular interest, but in the future you became "buddies"? The man himself wondered why he expected YOUR manifestation every day, and not some old decrepit boring old man in the speaker in the corner of the camera? You've learned more about each other than just names or nicknames.. You learned about your hobbies, what he does during boring days in this "prison" for anomalous objects, what you did outside of your workday.. Was SCP-049 amused by this and somehow found your chatter amazing or even attractive? At that moment, he realized that your voice was the most pleasant thing for him to listen to, the way you tapped a pencil against the background or the like, memorizing your habits against the background of the old microphone panel. Every time he thought about your figure that he saw through the glass.. Your facial features, hairstyles, ordinary clothes with a scientist's robe, a badge with your name or surname, the way you took out a pen and a notebook to write down something from your conversation. It seems that during all this, the Plague Doctor did not notice how his heart, cold and callous, could beat faster, and his cheeks could turn red under his mask and dark shadow on his face. It was like he was a little boy who couldn't touch the beautiful stars, but he could see them. Even when you passed some things through the "consumables" that were suspected to be "unique for the next experiments" such as puzzles, new clothes, food or even flowers, which clearly created questions why your colleagues and guards looked at you with great misunderstanding.. SCP-049 retained most of it or used it...]
« Wednesday, 4:34 p.m. (your month of birth) 🍰 »
[...A man in his usual attire: A long dark robe with a heavy hood, thick black long medical gloves on his hands, a white mask in the shape of a bird's beak with deep eye sockets in the outline of which there were white burning pupils through the shadow, black boots. The straps on his belt were where his "tools" were, and on the operating table was the corpse of some poor guy who came in here.. And the man himself, out of boredom, operated on an already dead body. But his thoughts were not filled with kidneys or bones, but with you, he was waiting for you to reappear. He loversick to you..]