If you’d told me two, three weeks ago that I was an immortal anomaly, and that I was going to mars, I’d just have laughed in your face.

But now look at me.

How did it ever come to this? I can’t feel my legs anymore...

Right. The SCP-610 breached. Well, it could be worse I suppose.

I’ll probably survive this too.

I always do, after all.

Waking up the following day, I had this strange feeling coming from my neck. I thought back at my encounter with SCP-049 and rubbed my throat.

His touch was so... Intimate. Caring. Nobody’s held me like that before.

I blushed and covered my face. I’m not gay. I’m not... I sighed before putting on some clothes. I read through some SCP files, trying to get my mind off the doctor.

Today the coffee machine better work flawlessly or I swear I'm throwing it into the wall.

I pressed one of the buttons, holding a cup under the nozzle. A soft buzz came from the machine, and coffee began flowing out of it.

Lovely. I put some sugar and milk in the coffee, stirred it a little and took a sip.

So... Today marks the first day back to work as a researcher again. An immortal researcher sure, but a researcher, nonetheless.

My first assignment as a freshly reinstated researcher would be to, once again, help with SCP-610 testing. Before I was locked up, they had me researching mostly this anomaly, and I suppose I'm still useful in that regard.

I finished my cup of coffee and stepped out of my office/cell. SCP-610 is kept in the Keter wing, so I suppose I'll head there.

The testing was proceeding as expected. The foundation was still experimenting with weaponizing the anomalous disease, and the current area of study was on making it more resistant to fire-based assault. You might be thinking this was a bad idea, considering fire is the only weakness it seems to have, but we had an assignment and we followed it.

Only a moron would speak back to the 05’s after they came to a conclusion.

In the middle of testing one of the researchers pointed out that a small crack had formed in the glass wall separating us from the 610 anomalies. “Relax, it’s 5cm thick bulletproof glass. This could stop even AK-47 gunfire, let alone some lousy rats.”

The host animals we were experimenting with were, as you could probably guess, rats. They were all scrambling up toward the wall like some sort of horde, clawing fruitlessly at it.

“Commencing incinerator activation #16.”

I pressed a button on the side of the wall, lighting the propane burners. The infected rats stood no chance against the wall of fire and all lit aflame before dropping to the floor, neutralized.

I sighed. “This testing is going nowhere. We need to try a different approach...”

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Then I noticed the crack from before. It was getting bigger.

“I take it back. That is definitely an issue.”

I pressed another button signaling an alarm. Security would arrive in no less than a minute.

I looked around the room, noticing all the other researchers had already left. What the-

I looked back inside the testing room, and I was petrified by what I saw. Actually, what was more frightening was what I didn’t see.

A huge lump of 610 flesh was floating in mid-air. It looked to be the size of a human torso... then I realized.

How the hell did a SCP-966 make it into the testing chamber?!

That was the last thing I thought as the bulletproof glass shattered. I was knocked backwards, hitting the floor.

I looked up toward the floating clump of 610. It was slowly spreading across the anomalies’ body, rendering it visible where the infection had reached.

“Go on then, kill m-

The invisible claws of the SCP-966 pierced my skull. I could see the blood dripping down my face, over my eyes...

But I didn’t die.

I remembered that SCP-966 claws are easily broken and turned my neck, snapping the bony protrusions off.

I could feel the entire length of the three blades embedded in my head... but I felt no pain. I felt nothing, actually.

I looked back at the SCP-966. I noticed that the 610 had spread entirely across the 966’s body, and it seemed to be frozen in place. What the hell is going on? I looked down at my own body and then I realized why.

My legs were both infected with the SCP-610 disease, pinning me to the floor. 610’s don’t attack 610’s.

"Well, fuck."

A beep rang out inside the 610 containment cell, coming from the door.

I looked toward the door as best I could, and looked right down the barrel of a shotgun.

I heard the pull of the trigger, and my vision faded to black once again.

Back in limbo again, eh? I suppose this time it might be different though. I am infected with 610 after all...

And different it indeed was. Right in front of me, clear as day yet still in a dreamy sense, a pillar of green flames arose from the floor.

The pillar dissipated and I saw the silhouette of a man standing in the wake. He spoke to me, but he was too far away for me to hear.

I couldn’t move closer... and he didn’t seem to move toward me either.

“Wake up.”

The voice was not coming from the man, instead originating from somewhere behind me. My perspective slowly drifted away from the man, turning around 90 degrees. I was looking right at Sebastian, dressed in a hazmat suit.

“Bacon, I know you’re in there somewhere. Come back to us.”

I tried my best to do anything, something, to indicate I could see him, but I couldn’t.

Sebastian lifted up one of my arms into my view, and I saw it was completely covered in the SCP-610 flesh.

Sebastian sighed, rising up from my corpse. “I’m sorry I have to do this... but there’s no other way. I guess we’ll find out if you can survive having every piece of your body disintegrated today...”

My vision went blank again.

It felt as if my consciousness was right on the edge of being awake, but I was just one small push in either direction to fall asleep or awake again. I channeled all my willpower... and suddenly snapped awake.

It was almost pitch-black, but I could barely make out some red, fleshy growth in front of my eyes... I’m guessing it was SCP-610.

I tried to lift my hand up to my face, but it was as if my own body was fighting against my will. I channeled all my strength... and finally managed to grab ahold of my head. I squeezed as hard as I could... and pulled.

Blood and muscle tissue flew everywhere as I once again was able to see the outside world. I was... looking up into space?

I had completely exhausted myself and dropped my arm back down to the ground. With what little strength I had left, I looked to my left.

There was a bomb there. No, wait, that’s not a normal bomb. I looked closer at the metal contraption.

That’s a hydrogen bomb. The timer read 5 seconds...

Well, if this is the end, so be it. It was a fun ride.

I brought my head back up to the view of the stars.

3.

Would I have done anything differently if I could have gone back?

2.

No... I don’t think so. I’m content with what I've done here.

1.

And if God wills it... I'll see another day here.

0.

At site-113.