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The Prompt: Anon of the angst request here. A cliffhanger... you really know how to keep the tensions high. I'm so incredibly curious about what would happen next, please if you are interested enough. Could you write a sequel to the first request? I love it so much, it's like eating a cake and then wondering where it went because you crave more.
The Response:
Above you, the fluorescent lights of the Facility shone down, almost staring down at you as you frantically rushed down the hall. You had to escape the SCP pursuing you, which meant you had to find some place to hide. There was no time to bandage your wounds, the blood seeping through your fingers. You muffled a cry of pain, as your eyes searched for some place to go– and landed on the containment cell of SCP-049.
“049,” You breathed, before hurrying inside. If you were lucky, he’d be there– or, at the very least, the escaped SCP pursuing you wouldn’t think to check. But, as your eyes darted around, you saw that the room was empty, 049 nowhere to be found. You bit the inside of your cheek, but continued forward. If nothing else, it was a good place to hide.
You barely made it through the doorway of the cell, stumbling on the frame, and then you collapsed against the wall, leaving a smear of red across it as you slowly slid to the ground. A cough and a partial cry left your lips, as you held your wounds and tried to silence yourself. You wanted to stop, you wanted to get out, and most of all, you didn’t want to die like this. Certainly you didn’t want to die in this room. Not because you were afraid– well, you were afraid, yes– but because you knew that 049 would have to find your body. He wouldn’t understand at first glance, but then it would sink in, and he’d rush in, try to save you, but…
You mentally shook your head (the movement would’ve been too much for you right now), and pushed the thoughts away. Slowly, and with much care, you rose up from the wall, stopping halfway and beginning to walk forward, leaning heavily on the metal wall with a faint trail of red following behind yourself. At your first step, you felt pain. The second, agony. But, you forced yourself to just keep going. There had to be some quiet corner, where you could hide. And, if nothing else, at least a good place to die.
Down the hall, another rasping, cackling call, and your face twisted with fear. The escaped SCP was still looking for you. You couldn’t tell how far it was, because of the blood in your ears, but you hoped against hope that you had time. Red handprints spread across the wall, flecks of blood in speckles when you coughed.
“049,” Your voice was even quieter, not just because you were awash through waves of pain, but because you could smell death getting closer. You glanced to the side, finding a tiny space, pressed behind a bookshelf and some table, and so that was your goal. You stumbled towards it, and felt your heart tingle with disgust– this was a room with memories, fond and sacred, and here you were, spilling your blood across the ground. Desperation clawed at you as you barely made it into that shadowed space, before your knees finally refused to move anymore and you landed in a messy heap, the sound reverberating across metal. You were thankfully shielded by half a shelf, at least, and that was as good enough as any, as you crawled the rest of the way and then ceased moving entirely. You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of the escaped SCP coming down the hall. Maybe if you screamed, perhaps SCP-049 would find you– but, then, so would the escaped SCP. With no choice, you could only wait, and pray.