???: "Well, I'll be damned. If it ain't ol' O'bro! How's it been pal?
Dr. Lavrov: "David...? What in the hell are you doing here!? Did you tell that thing to kill me!?"
"David": "Pfft, nah. The guys back at camp just said go and greet the poor sap that got chased by that vermin dude. Looks like the mind-control device works after all. Also, I go by Dexterity nowadays."
Dr. Lavrov: "Mind control? Wh-what the hell are talking about?"
Dexterity: "Oh, c'mon O'bro. You should know that little skip would've never controlled those disgusting bugs, not without outside help. One of the carriers used to back in the day as far as your lil' Foundation knows. What did you think caused the Black Plague?"
Dr. Lavrov: "So you did that to him? To test your mind control? What's the point of even coming here? David, do you know what will happen if the security finds you!?"
Dexterity: "I told you, I go by Dexterity now. The point of comin' here? Wanted to retrieve the body, test another project. But that's 'side the point. The mind control worked, just didn't kill. Have to try it on another then.
"What happened to ya', Orion? Ya' used to be so creative, so high-spirited. Now, yer just another tool for these stiffs. Never thought you turn out like this."
Dr. Lavrov: "Yes, god forbid I protect people and not try to kill them with that pathetic excuse of what you're 'groupies' call art."
Dexterity: "I didn't expect in anyone in this Foundation to und'rstand our art. But you, O'bro? You've converted too? I expected better of ya'."
Dr. Lavrov: "People change, David." (grabbing a caramel) "And in this case, for-" (throws caramel right at Dexterity) "-the better!"

(Dexterity, surprised, gets stuck to the wall with the sticky goo of the caramel. He only laughs, remembering the "good ol' days" when Lavrov always thought cleverly, thinking one step ahead; always prepared. Lavrov took the radio from the room and began to warn the MTFs, after finding out where he was in midst of all this insanity.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Requesting an MTF unit for recapture, we have a member of 'Are We Cool Yet' and SCP oh-two-seven detained. I need a unit to take care of these two immediately, both pose threats to the safety of the facility. I'm in Sector-12, Wing D. I'll be waiting for your arrival."

Private Heathen weakly raised a hand to Slade, still gazing in fear at the massive convert.

"Heathen, this is Trials.He'll be our "escort" for the moment."

"Eh, don't worry about hom lad, he's annoying, but harmless enough... well to us anyways."

Slades radio went off on something about an are we cool yet member.

"Well you have three pairs of eyes here, that's enough for 173, keep in contact."

He travel to the west wing and saw a man in a stange substance, was that carmel?

*As he makes his way to whoever screamed for help, he encounter a unknown doctor who was just staring at him.

*Err.... were you the one who screamed for help Doctor....

*As he moved closer the doctor suddenly move at an unbelievable speed and pinned him to the wall, making his vision blurry.*

Ack! What the hell!? Who are you?!

*As his vision cleared up he saw the doctors face. His face was all scarred. His eyes had one side blue, the other red. His hair was black but has blood spilled all over it.*

What the...?

*The doctor grinned and threw him across the ground.*

Agh!

*He gotten up and examined the doctor. His body looked like an average human. But he might be hiding something beneath his lab coat. The doctor raised his hand revealing a metal arm.*

Who are you?! What are you?!?

"You don't remember? So disappointing....", said the mysterious doctor.

*The doctor suddenly disappeared in a flash, leaving behind an envelope.*

What...the...hell...

*He picked up the envelope.*

I'll open it later. Right now I gotta-

*He passed out suddenly and felled to the ground*

(Dr. Lavrov sees Slade inspecting 027 and the caramel, and comes out to introduce himself.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Captain Grevik, is it? I'm Dr. Lavrov, the one who sent out the distress call. I'm sure you're wondering, and yes, that is caramel. I'll, uh, explain later. You have some of that "knock-out gas", right? You'll need to use it on this one. That's SCP oh-two-seven, and he's hostile.Well," (looking at the confused and rat-less 027) "...was hostile, a moment ago at least. Follow me, I have that 'Are We Cool Yet' member as well."
(Lavrov guides Slade into the office where he captured Dexterity. He found Dexterity attempting to chew the caramel off his body.)
Dexterity: (still chewing) " 'ey, ya' must be dat-" (swallows caramel) "-MTF guy O'bro here was talkin' about. So, are we cool yet?"
(Dexterity begins to laugh hysterically at his "joke".)

Slade glaces at Lavrov.

"So can I shoot him, or should we just knock him out?"

Dr. Lavrov: "Knock 'em out. We'll need to know about this 'mind control' device he mentioned."
(Dexterity just smiles as Slade releases the gas from one of the gadgets the MTFs usually carry around.)
Dr. Lavrov: "Do the same to oh-two-seven out there. I need to go to my office, and fetch something. Good luck, Captain."
(Lavrov walks from the office and begins to wander down the hallway a bit, looking to navigate his way back to his own room.)

"I'm not taking any chances with you, you creepy bastard."

He fires a knock out dart at dexterity's neck, and then punches him straight the the face, rendering him unconscious.

"So where's oh two seven?"

And then there were three. Trials, sizing the two, Gale ready to leave, and Heathen, well Heathen was just about ready hide in a corner. Except, Gale would sooner feed him to 173 than let him hide.

"If 173's out, then he's bound to open any more containment's. Best bet is 106, I read in a dew files that they're interaction went well, so they're going to help each other out," Gale said, "Come on, he's bound to be there any minute now.

---

Trials, Heathen, and Gale were walking on the catwalk. Below, a massive metal boxing holding 106. Upon reaching the stairs, Trials hovered down, Gale jumped, and Heathen took the stairs. Once reaching the controls, Gale stopped. He only needed a quick look to see the switch.The ELO-IID Electromagnetic Manual Reboot was switched off.

"Bugger... Come on, we have to find him now" Gale said, he ran to the stairs.

"Gale, you can't do that unless you lure him, what are you going to do, act as the subject?" Heathen yelled after him. Gale stopped at the stairs.

"I don't know, I'll find something to lure him... Heathen what the hell are you looking at me like that for?" Gale questioned. Heathen was staring in shock, and Trials had an equal look of horror. Gale wore a puzzled expression when a breath of freezing air covered his neck. He didn't move. He looked directly at Trials and said, "Take Heathen to Slade, tell him to get a operator to lure SCP-106 into the box, and bring Heathen..."

A hand slowly curled around his face, and a black scar formed, slowly covering his face and scarring his eyes. And with that, he was dragged through the floor.


Note: Heathen is now the main character instead of Gale.

With that, Trials grabbed Heathen's arm and rocketed out of the room, hoping to find Slade somewhere. After about 10 minutes of searching, he finally found him. He dropped off by him and told him everything.

*At the living quarters*
Doctor Trex entered sector 7 of the living quarters, where him and Rosalene's dorm was located. He heard someone weeping, which surely enough was coming from their dorm. He entered in the code to the door and walked in, to find Rosalene crying in the corner.

"Arrianna! I finally found you! Why did you run off like that?"

She continued to cry, so he comforted her.

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away