SCP 1471 [A one of a kind friend.]

XXII

I woke up with a severe headache, that always happened whenever I dreamt with the stone platform.

I could barely remember what had happened, a male voice asking for a cure?

I got up and went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee to wake up.
What I didn't expect was Mal0 being awake and making something in the kitchen.

-What are you doing? -I asked.

-I'm making breakfast.

(Please don't be omelettes, not omelettes..) I prayed as I approached to see what she was doing.

-I'm making tea. -She said, carrying a cup with shaking hands.

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We sat around the living room table, with cookies and two cups of hot tea.

-You know? I was doing some research on human cultures while you were away. -She said while trying to grab her cup and raising her pinky finger at the same time.

-I should cut them off. She added in a low tone, looking at her claws.

-I can tell you've improved a lot already. -I replied.
-You went from talking like a robot... to speaking like an ordinary person.
-Though, I liked your old way of talking a little better. -I admitted.

-What do you mean by that, human? -She answered in a monotonous tone.
-Would you prefer I used this voice again?
She laughed and the sound made a chill go down my spine.

-I don't know, now that I think about it it seems strange. -She said with her hand resting on her chin.
-I was trying to communicate in the least hostile way possible so it wouldn't happen again.

-What do you mean by "again"? -I asked, taking a sip from my cup.

(It was disgustingly sweet, but I didn't want to say anything.)

-I think I've told you before.
-My...previous users.

-You had said something about them I think.

-Yes.

-But you didn't tell me what happened.
-You don't have to say it. -I added when I saw her ears lowering.

-...

She gave a long sigh and continued talking in a low voice.

-They... They were afraid of me.
-Of course, you were too, but...
-It was different.

-In what way?

-My... second user..   
-He did something very bad because of me... -She continued, the static in her voice growing louder.
-He thought I was a side effect of the drugs he was taking.
-And because the effects were not stopping he killed his provider.

-But he continued to see you, didn't he?

-Of course, but then he...
-He took his own life. -She said, looking down at her cup.

-Ah. I-I'm sorry about that--

-But it doesn't matter now!
-Since I'm with you!
-And you are my friend.

I was about to answer her when something walked through the living room and stopped by Mal0's seat.

-You are becoming more and more like humans.

-Is that a bad thing?

-Why are you trying to look like the species that kept you captive for so long?

-Humans are not bad by nature. -Answered Mal0.
-Look at Quentin for example.

-He is an exception. -It responded coldly.

-What are you trying to get at? -I said slightly annoyed.

-Silence. -It said, hitting the floor with its tail, like a whip.

(Someone is still angry about last night..)

While both anomalies were arguing about the evil nature of humans, i took out my phone and tried messaging the foundation about my dream.

[Hello, I don't know how to explain this but..]

[Good morning Quentin]

[If it's not too much you could tell me if any scp has an obsession for a kind of cure...?]

[I will ask the higher ups.]

[Thank you.]

I put my attention to the discussion of the anomalies again.

-Don't you find it strange that you hate humans but you have been saved by one...

-As I have said before, exceptions exist.

-I don't know.
-How can you hate an entire species just because they tried containing you?

Mal0 was interrupted by the sound of the tail of 682 hitting the ground.

-I wouldn't say that being covered with acid all the time is just "containing me," -it said with hatred in its voice.

-The foundation has done things to me too, you know? -She said with one hand on her chest.

-I was completely alone, in a cold void for months and years!
-And the few times I was able to escape, I hurt people.
-...
-But I have held no resentment.
-And neither should you. -She said, looking at the lizard in the eye.

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