Happy day

"SCP 7000, for your good behavior in your time in containment, you have been granted Class four previliges." Harold said in front of The Lich.

There was no need to use the speakers and hide behind the window as the SCP has been deemed "friendly" to the staff and eyes to the foundation.

The lieutenant was right beside Harold as he heard every sentence from the letter that made him uncomfortable. He knew at this point the council will integrate The Lich to Omega-7.

"Which grants you Amenity access, but you aren't allowed to head to the cafeteria." He continued, "The areas which you are granted are; all levels of subsurface, and the Gym. As long as you are escorted by two guards, you are free to roam. Please note, if you show any hostility or bad behavior you're previliges will be lowered that might never allow you to roam."

'Class four? That's a little too high. Shouldn't I be class 3… oh well, this is better now at least I can go out from this horrible cell.' Hassu thought.

Harold folded the paper and smiled.

"So do you wish to go out now?"

"Yes, I'd love that." The Lich Replied.

Two guards escorted The Lich out of his containment cell. They were carrying an SRA in case of emergency, if he ever went hostile.

He watched as Harold and the lieutenant separate ways, then he was left all alone in the hallways with the two guards.

"What time is it?" The Lich asked.

"9:49 pm." Replied a guard.

The guards are anxious and afraid of the SCP, not because of it's abilities- they have confidence that if The Lich uses it's powers it'd be restricted by the SRA- but because of his creepy face and rotten arms. They could even see a dead nerve tied to it's bones.

"Are there many people at the gym this hour?" The Lich asked. It turned to look at them.

They gulped in fear. It's dead empty socket eyes of green dot stared into them. The Lich could even see his reflection on their visor.

"Not many. The mobile task force usually hangs out there. Different Task Force come there sometimes to compete with each other."

The lich raised his left muscle brow.

"Ah. In that case, let's head there." The Lich replied.

"But you're not allowed to use your abilities, SCP 7000." Said a guard.

"That'll be fine. I wanna see a game, it's been a boring time in the cell." He waved his hand in an annoyance. "And where is it?"

"I'll lead the way." Said a guard.

"Wonderful! What's your name?" The Lich asked.

The guard was silent for a moment, they were told to dehumanize the SCP's, but who cares, it was only to address them that way. At least from his understanding.

"Mordecai." He replied.

"And you good, sir?" He turned to the other guard.

The guard looked at his partner and let out a disappointed breath.

"Agent, Miracles."

Hassu was happy, he was finally interacting with someone who wasn't just after his abilities or experiments.

"Sir, Mordecai -"

The Lich was cut off from his speech.

"Agent. Agent Mordecai is fine."

"Agent. Got it. Agent Mordecai, please lead the way."

Mordecai went ahead as The Lich followed with Miracles trailing behind. On the way, Mordecai always felt nervous, his back was exposed to an SCP, and he had an idea what it's abilities were. But when he looked back, he was greeted with a grin and eerie green eyes.

'calm down. The grin just part of it's skeletal anatomy. Don't overthink like his planning something devious.' he thought.

Meanwhile, Agent Miracles had fully recited hail Mary from his mind. He was a Christian, and when he interacted with SCP-343 last week, his faith had deepened. Despite some if his friends disapproval, that he might not be the real christian god, he knew he is. And some who believed in him started an argument with the opposing sides after heated opinions.

In the end they were reprimanded by the ethics committee and was told to respect each other.

When they walked in the hallways, they would meet researchers and patrols. Hassu would remember their expressions the first time they see him. Scared and petrified.

Mordecai even had to calm a junior researcher because she found The Lich 'Terrifying.' and was yelling.

The patrolling guards didn't have much of a problem, but they all gave the same stare whenever they passed one. A curious but long stare that made him uncomfortable.

'I swear I'm not that ugly. I should probably look at myself I'm the mirror.'

They arrived at one of the entrances to the gym, the entrance was small so he had to duck

Mordecai pushed through the double doors as Hassu was getting excited.

....

[Site-directors office.]

The director sat on his chair and opened his laptop. There an icon of a grey man with no features was on his screen with three numbers below him:

05-7.

"How's everything going?" An old man with a fedora hat rossing his arms appeared on the screen.

"The damage caused by the Chaos Insurgency is almost done. Just a week from now everything will be repaired." Replied the director.

"Hmm. And what about the containment cells?"

"We had them contained in a temporary cell. But they are being prioritized, and by tomorrow their cells will be fully repaired as well as new security measures will be installed."

The director took a drink from his water bottle.

"Has the drug been confirmed to work on it?" 05-7 said with a curious tone.

"Yes, we've confirmed it as well as the helmets.

"Good." He added. "What do you think about it?"

05-7 was obviously talking about scp-7000, and when the suggestion to add The Lich to omega-7 was voted. It was a 9 - 4. The ninth number was the agreement, and the fourth was the disagreement.

"The analysis on the SCP seemed suspicious at first. Given its unknown origins and abilities."

A sigh came from the speakers.

"I wanted to have the anomaly stay on the site. It's problematic if Abel makes it mad or both of them start fighting. Remind Abel to not provoke that Lich."

"I'll have their commander reminded. And what do you think of my report?"

"You're granted to do so. Next two months Dr. Kondraki will be visiting, don't let him know about it."

"Yes."

The director cut off the connection as he turned off the laptop leaving a black screen staring at himself. He folded it back and hid it in a suitcase. Across his table on the left, a bottle of 1847 wine was laying. He took out the cork and poured himself a wine to his glass.

"I should request a cross testing with The Lich and 657." He said, as he took the drink and felt blissful.