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SCP-049 hadn’t been allowed to meet directly with staff members of the Foundation for *years* now. After that… unfortunate incident, where he had to cure the doctor he used to converse with, the other one that pulled him in for an interview had cut off his ability to continue his research. The carcasses stopped coming.
These men were driven by emotion. People that called themselves scientists… It disgusted and saddened him. But he had to suspect it’d turn out like this. Not everyone was prepared to fight against the Pestilence. It seemed like he was the only one who could truly spot it anymore. The only entity left with the ability to save others from this fight.
The fact that he was going to be *meeting someone* today was surprising. He didn’t know what he was expecting. Sitting at the table in this interview room, the metal chair providing little to no comfort, was disconcerting. It looked just like the room he had to take care of that previous Doctor in.
He’d persevere. He always did.
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