3 Chapter 2

The group continued on, going left, and then right, and then left again, leaving them in a single, long corridor. This corridor was devoid of much decoration. It was a simple one, with concrete walls and grated metal floors. The light fixtures were plain disgusting LED lights casting a bright white glow over the surroundings.

(A/N: I hate LED lights.)

At the end of the corridor, was a plain sliding metal door with a button to the side.

"Ah, f*ck."

"We are screwed."

"Don't worry. Maybe it isn't a corner…."

"Doubt it."

"My brain is not delicious."

"Neither is mine."

"Relax, Jason got his handy dandy bag! We gonna go Doraemon on these losers!"

"What is Doraemon?"

"Disgrace."

"What the h-"

"God, just shut it."

The group was relatively calm despite there over-dramatized final wishes and such. They piled in through the door, crowding together and squeezing through.

"Barricade!" Arjun yelled, and as the last of them entered the room, the D-Class began to grab random furniture and stuff it against the doorway.

Jason quickly helped, tossing a chair into the mess, as the group worked like a well-oiled machine, attempting to block the entrance for the incoming SCP's. They had seemingly stumbled into an office of sorts. A wide interior and multiple tables and chairs were strewn about, with computers and other appliances all over the floor. It had obviously been abandoned in a rather chaotic state it seemed.

The sounds of banging and roaring from the door were loud, as a few braver D-Class kept on adding to the barricade and holding the door in place. The others had gotten into a more defensible position, their guns, and weapons aimed at the door.

Suddenly, a big calloused hand tapped him on the shoulder. Turning his head, Jason smirked grimly, greeting the man before him.

He was a pretty big guy, standing at about 6 ft 2. Huge and burly, scars covered most of his face and neck. He had a glistening blad head and a small brown beard. Clearing his throat, the scar-faced man narrowed his coffee brown eyes. The man was Benedict, a fellow D-Class, and along with him, one of the main de-facto leaders of the gang of D-Class.

Clearing his throat, Benedict spoke with a thick British accent:

"Jason, we're trapped. They've cornered us!"

"Yes… It seems we are in quite a dire situation….. Time to use that handy pouch again. Don't blame me if it summons a Whale or a Dumpster Truck. Now, we don't have many choices…." Jason swept his hair to the side, bringing the pouch up before there faces.

"God…. Just don't get us killed please. To kill an anomaly, we must use an anomaly it seems…." Benedict groaned a bit, nodding.

"Well, if I get something good, It'll doubtfully kill the Doctor, but I'll try my best." Smiling, Jason reached into the "Useful Pouch".

Grabbing something, he yanked something out of the bag. A long walking stick. It was long, about the length of Jason's leg, with a polished wooden handle and base.

Reading the sticky note, Jason tossed it to the side, sighing. Reaching back into the bag, he drew something out. This time, it was slimy and scaly, a large yet deceased Atlantic salmon. He once again tossed it to the side. The creature was already dead, so Jason didn't feel much. The sticky note on this fish just said it was a random Atlantic salmon with no special properties.

"We can't hold much more!" A scream echoed through the room as a D-Class was thrown to the floor by the impact against the door. Others quickly helped him up, and they got back, supporting the rest of them in the efforts to keep the undead out.

Jason dug his hand into the pouch once more, and then felt something hard. Grasping it, he pulled a giant weapon of sorts out of the pouch and onto the floor with a loud crash. Staring down, he ripped off the sticky note that was always located somewhere on the object procured by the bag.

[Micro H.I.D.]

[Description: The Micro H.I.D, also known as the Micro High-Intensity Discharge Device, is a weapon of sorts that can be used against both anomalies and humans. When activated, it will release an electrical discharge that will deal massive amounts of damage, especially to anomalies, as to which it will be even more effective. Remember, you have three charges of this thing and then you have to plug it into an external source. The charge batteries are on the side.]

Picking up the weapon, Jason inspected it. A large cannon-like weapon, he had to hold it up with both of his hands. It was sort of like a sci-fi railgun, with a long rectangular barrel, a large tank, and other mechanical components holding it together. A long bar sticking out of its side, and a large handle on the top of the monstrosity let him carry the gun with ease. It was held quite like a minigun actually.

"Dang man…. That bag of yours sure is useful. I dunno what the hell that thing does, but it must be good." A nearby D-Class grinned his thumbs up.

"Well, I hope this thing doesn't let us down…" Jason sighed, inserting a shining blue cube into its side.

A whirring could be heard, as he looked at a small glass screen on the side of the Micro. The barrel started glowing a dim blue, with static crackling in the air.

Arjun ran up to him, sweat covering his neck. He panted, speaking: "Jason! You got it?! They're breaking through! We have at most a minute!"

"Yes…. Tell them to get back….." Jason said. The rest of the D-Class hurried back, guns pointed towards the door. This thing would take a long time to charge… He motioned for three D-Class to stand in front of him. "When I say go, duck to the side and open fire….." He whispered, and the trio nodded.

As the static became louder, suddenly, the door was torn apart. It flew into the opposite wall, scaring a few of the D-Class. Then, countless abominations piled in, their gruesome faces and bodies rotting and burnt.

Then, out from behind them, one figure stepped forwards. Each and every one of his steps was ominous, and could barely be heard with all the chaos and terror outside. But to Jason, it was as loud and clear as day. Each step, felt like death. Growing closer and closer.

The creature before them was tall and humanoid. It was cloaked in a black robe, as dark as night, that covered its entire body, save for its face. A pale ceramic mask seemed to envelop its entire face, looking quite like that of a crow. Two glowing white pupils flickered behind the veil, as SCP-049, the Plague Doctor, scanned the room.

"Hello." It spoke in an echoing, unearthly voice, much like that of a warped microphone. The creature continued on, putting his gloved hand on his robed chest. "There is no need to be afraid… I am the cure….." The Plague Doctor spoke gently, but each and every word resonated through Jason's body, causing him to flinch ever so slightly.

Clearing his throat, Jason pulled down on the trigger, the barrel of the Micro glowing a bright blue. Around, the crackling and buzzing of static electricity filled the air. Then, he spoke:

"049. The Plague Doctor. Your argument isn't exactly believable… You are the cure? What cure? The Pestilence, while in your heart, very real and terrifying, holds no sway in our hearts. We don't even know what the Pestilence is… And you claim to be able to cure it? What is the point, if the so-called 'patient' has no idea what sickness it is?" Jason spoke calmly, the light of the barrel growing brighter and brighter.

"Hm? The Pestilence….. It is a disease above all diseases. The Scrouge! The Great Dying! Many have succumbed to it over the years, but I have a cure…. An incomplete cure, but still, still, a cure. You all, everyone here, has been infected with its putrid essence. Please, allow me to help…." He spoke, pondering for a second to think over this.

"Well…. I still have no idea what the 'Pestilence' is… You claim there is such a thing, but for us? Over there…. Dear Barry!" Jason, from behind the D-Class, pointed at a loan zombie standing in the corner, hunched over. He continued on: "Just a few hours ago, he was with us. Albeit a bit traumatized, but still alive and well. We laughed, joked, and ate together."

"Yet when you touched him, he fell to the ground, cold as ice. He stopped breathing, his heart stopped beating, and at that moment….. Barry stopped living."

"And then, you touched him, and brought the man back. But not as the Barry we knew! You turned him into an abominable monstrosity! He was Barry no more!"

"To your mind, maybe he had been cured…."

"But hell with that! We, as lesser humans have quite a one-tracked mind after seeing that. For all we care, no matter how in-depth you explain it, no matter what you show us. To our 'meager' little brains, you killed him."

"So….." Jason exhaled, the loud zapping sound of electricity filling the room.

The D-Class in front walked away, revealing Jason, holding the Micro, its barrel humming and glowing a blistering blue.

"Hm?" The Plague Doctor stared for a second, blinking.

"This is nothing personal man… You really seem like a nice guy." Jason sighed, shaking his head sorrowfully, before he muttered four hatred-filled words, that the Doctor could barely hear:

"Welcome to hell, b*tch."