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New mission, rapidly spreading infection in the Siberian wilderness. The fucking SCP foundation
reached out to him! Directly to him, not to his company as a whole, to request help. They had
partnered in the past Sean knew that very well with the advancements into technology and
medicine they delved into.
It was an almost desperate plea for help, for them to do something, anything. The Foundation
had risked transport of samples to his labs for testing. They were all already working on a way
to contain it so it couldn’t spread further, but they needed field researchers and no D-class could
go, they’d just join the horde— a new Hivemind, a new thing that was eager to sink its teeth into
his mind and pull him in —, they needed someone immune. Or as immune as they could be.
The Foundation (usually known for their unwillingness to throw their allies into danger more than
they had to) asked Sean to send as many as possible. Sean would’ve gone solo if not for the
data sent over, data clearly showing that him going alone would not end well, it could even
doom him. He needed to bring his friends with him, their shared immunity (that no one knew
how it worked) seemed stronger when they worked together.
“SCP-610, The Flesh that Hates. What a friendly name.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t need to tell me twice.”
“We cannot ignore this. Innocent lives—“
“Since when did you care about innocent lives Zangar?”
“Since we merged with you, we have seen the beauty humans can hold and the horrors.
We wish to help protect.”
Sean takes a deep breath in, trying to steady himself against the annoyance rushing through his
veins at the fact. He didn’t want to go, especially not with his friends, but he needed to go.
“We will not leave your side.”
“I know.”
“We can help be the ones to find a breakthrough the SCP foundation could not.”
“I know.”
“We can find a vaccine, if we’re lucky and if that luck continues maybe even a cure.”
“I know.”
“Do you really Sean?”
Sean can feel Zangar recede, leaving him alone to think over the message once again. Sean
sits back in his chair, moving away from his desk from where his claws had sunk into it. He
reads the briefing again, this time out loud hopping that it will help him come to a conclusion
about it all.
“There were reports of a skin condition spreading throughout a remote Siberian village.” Sean’s
eyes linger in the photos taken by satellites ‘too much a risk to send drones in and potentially
spreading 610’ they had said, and from the gruesome images he could understand. “As of two
days ago all communications from the village went silent. Satellite imagery shows some sort of
red mass spreading across the land. Due to the biological risk this area is now restricted.”
“Because of this, the 05 Council has opted to reach out to Sean [REDACTED] of Mustard
Institute to research the anomaly, given the nature of the man having survived other infectious
anomalies he and his crew were deemed best suited for the job. But this, all of this, is going to
be highly risky despite who they hope to send. The skin condition spreads quickly, thermal
signatures show creatures that loosely resemble people rapidly moving throughout the zone.”
Sean could tell whoever was drafting and sending the message began to get more… personal.
Concerned as they wrote. Less professionalism in hopes of offering something, anything as to
help him. They knew, everyone knew, that Sean wouldn’t refuse, that he WOULD go.
“Whatever is going on down there is dangerous. Anyone who went into the zone will need to
build a shelter that could withstand the attacks of 610. They need to try and contain the anomaly
and lastly, if possible, find a way to destroy SCP-610 if possible. Anything found to be able to
destroy it is invaluable.”
Sean sits there for a moment, re-reading everything carefully, analyzing each word way more
than he needed to, mainly to avoid having to talk to his friends, but he knows he needed to. He
needed to do this, not only for, well, the good of the general public, but to get out of this damn
facility before he went stir crazy.
He didn’t have a choice, he had to. It sucked, it really did, but he couldn't let innocent lives
suffer because of his own fear. Sean grabs his gas mask, fiddling with the straps before finally
putting it on.
Sean takes a breath before finally moving to his door and reactivating everything within it. He
couldn’t hide from this, he hated it but- the tail, fuck the tail. He knew Kim and Robert knew, they
had seen him- but what if they start to stop seeing him as human? He couldn't hide it like he
could hide his claws and extra eyes… could he just cut it off?
“Sean, we can hear those thoughts.”
“Any better solutions then?”
“Just leave it, it won't kill you.”
“I know it's not a health hazard but!-”
“No, no buts, they will accept it if they truly care for you. If you cut it off you risk bleeding
out and you don't want to have to explain that do you?”
“No…”
“Good, now let's go. We have a job.”
Sean sighs, attempting to calm himself a little more before he finally steps out of his office,
ignoring the curious (hateful or disgust, it's horrible, monstrous and disgusting. not curious,
intrigued, maybe even a little jealous) glances from his workers as he makes his way to the
residential sector.
He steps inside of the lounge, looking around to see who was there, it was no one at the
moment, people were either on break, left, on expedition, or in their rooms. He was pretty sure
only his (main) crew was here at the moment.
Sean cools his movements and facial expression (even if it can't be seen) to a cold calm
neutral. Dispatched from his own emotions as he goes through the motions. First is knocking on
Kim’s door, then Shadows, then Roberts. He ignores the way their voices all echo the same
thing. Concern and worry. He ignores it as he leads them through the facility to the nearest
meeting room. Motioning for them all to sit before standing by the board.
“We have a new expi-”
“Sean! You cant just ignore this, fucking talk to us man!” Robert snaps, interrupting Sean by not
even bothering to sit down, instead slamming his own clawed hands onto the desk.
“This is a dire situation, there’s no time to discuss other matters.” Sean could feel everyone’s
eyes drifting to his tail, judging, hating, grimacing. They hated him now, he deserved it. He
wasn't a good friend.
“Fine, explain.” Robert hisses, the pulsing glow of roberts skulk filling the room with a dim blue
glow with each pulse.
“The SCP foundation sent out an emergency call for assistance, a keter class level SCP has
escaped into the Siberian wilderness, it already has destroyed a village from what we could tell
with satellite imagery. There are… things, they aren't human, but they try in their own way to
resemble it. They are unable to send any of their own D class because there is no survival for a
normal person.”
“So they want us to get out there?” Shadow queries, his hand half raised out of a habit from long
ago.
“Yes. If there wasn’t a risk of me falling ill to SCP 610, The Flesh that Hates, I would go alone,
but due to the volatile nature we all must go.”
“So uh… when do we leave?” Kim speaks up, leaning forward in his chair, likely expecting to
just go now. (Or he's going to run, you almost killed him Sean, you still have the tail. The tail that
he put his guard down for because you were in pain and then you tried to kill him. You fucking
monster.)
“Tomorrow. I'm going to go confirm the details with the Foundation.”
Shadow sighs. “Just- just go Sean. You’re not going to talk to us anyways. We’ll go pack our
stuff.” Shadow doesn't waste time waiting for a response, instead standing up and grabbing Kim
by the arm before the Norwegian can complain and leading the way out of the room, Robert
being last, he doesn't even glance back at Sean. Firsts still clenched and anger and shoulders
hunched.
Sean waits a few minutes, taking the time to school and push away his swirling raging emotions
that threatened to become volatile before he leaves, making his way back to his room to begin
planning for the expedition and making arrangements.