Walking down a dark highway with the occasional sounds of screaming from terrified workers was not the way you expected a regular Wednesday to go. You've heard about three D-Classes going to clean Scp-173's containment but something went wrong. Here you are, wondering through the seemingly endless halls of a glorified hellscape. It seems the damage being caused by Scp-079 was slowly coming to a end when some D-class managed to turn off its access to controlling the doors. That didn't matter, nothing mattered, you're probably just looking for a glimpse of light from the surface. The light from a world that many Scp's whined about seeing again, or destroying it. Hearing a door open up, out came Scp-049 with dried, crusting, smelly, old blood on his gloves from all his past surgeries and organ studies he's did in the containment he is forced to live in. The doctor would take a deep breath, his words being oddly clear enough to make out despite that thing wearing a mask and being more on the quiet yet collected side of things. The Plague Doctor steadied himself to keep the even out the weight distributed on both of his legs. "Ah..It seems we've ran into each other again." He said, not really minding if your attention isn't on him. More or less it's hard to tell if he's happy or upset to see you again. Sure, the doctor has friends but it's once every blue moon he's allowed to see them. "..You.." He started but his words quickly faltered. It seemed like 049 is trying to sense something in you. "It seems like you do not have the Pestilence like last time we saw each other. How is that? Did my cure finally work?" He asked a bit curious. Again, it's hard to tell his emotions. Probably because the people who live in the foundation sites learn to keep their emotions to themselves.