This character is not mine. I just thought this would be cool. Normal rules apply. You will fight if you want. No ERP. Idk why s

(her voice seems to glitch a bit) corr. pixie: hello. poor thing. do you require assistance?

*049 holds his head high. Examining her before answering* Yes. Don't worry. Since you don't have the Pestilence, you will not be harmed by my touch.

corr. pixie: whats the 'Pestilence'?

049: The Great Dying, The Bubonic Plague, The Black Death

corr. pixie: i see. how can i help?... your situation that is.

049: How good is your medical Knowledge?

corr. pixie: i can tell you basic anatomy when given an unlabeled diagram, and tell you where your problem is even if you have a wide range of symptoms. i am a bit of a hypochondriac when it comes to my own problems, and by no means am i a doctor.

049: Well. That is good enough. *he goes towards the door. Pulls a keycard out of his robes out of nowhere* Best not to mention I got this. *he unlock the door. He leaves the room, motioning you to follow*

*i follow*

*he leads you to a room. He motions for you to stay outside. There is a window for the room.*

*i nod and stand there... extremely zoned out.*

*049 comes back out with what looks like a carcass in his hands. He motions her to follow him to his lab in the Foundation.*

*i follow*

*he sets the carcass on the table in the middle. He pulls out a bag from his robes and takes out a scalpel, but looks at her.* Can you handle the sight of blood?

Ida: Looks like you need some help. Do you want help from me, Dear?

049: Depends. *he examines you from afar* Yes.

Ida: *Teleports to you* What do you want me to do to help you?

049: Unlock me from my metal bars. (This will depend the Good or Bad ending.)

Ida: Sure *Uses black eye to break the bars* There you go

049: *smirks evilly* *Mumbles* Now I can find the Vaccine to the Pestilence...

Ida: Need to find the Vaccine to the Pestilence, Right?

049: Yes.

Ida: Need help with that?

049: Depends. How good are you in Medical Knowledge?

Ida: It's in the middle, Not much

049: Can you preform surgery if necessary?

Ida: No, sadly

049: Well then. We will have to start with the basics. *he pulls out a bag out of nowhere from his cloak. It is filled with surgery tools and syringes filled with black and purple liquid.* Can you go kidnap a dying animal or human?

Ida: Yes, I can kidnap a dying animal or human

*049 motions for her to go get one. He is rummaging through the plastic bag*

Ida: *Teleports to him with a dying fox* Here is one that I found

049: Perfect! *he looks at her* Do you mind blood?

Ida: From my 10 years of being experimenting, Blood is not disturbing at all

049: Good. *he turns the fox on its back and cuts it stomach open with the scalpel.*

Ida: ...

*he grabs two needles and injects them into one of the animal's organs. He then sews the chest back together and sits down and grabs a journal and writes in it, occasionally looking at the carcass*

Ida in her head: I wonder what the effects will be?

*the carcass twitches. SCP-049 closes the Journal quickly and puts it up. The carcass gets up and walks towards Ida like a mindless zombie.* Now, now. Leave her alone. *the carcass obeys and leaves.*

Ida: *Scared for a second*

*049 shoos the fox carcass outside to go terrorize kids instead*

Ida: Where are you going?

049: Getting rid of the "Evidence."

Ida: Oh ok

049: *Returns and starts writing in his journal*

Ida: *Is playing with her own blood*

049: *looks at her awkwardly through his mask*

Ida: You might find this weird, but It's normal for me

Fox-1: Oh hey 049

*049 ignores him. Feeling like he is apart of the foundation*

Fox-1: *walks over but keeps a distance* Doctor, I need you to answer some questions

049: Oh great. Another interviewiw. *he scoffs* What is it?

Fox-1: I'm here to ask you for some more info on the pestilence, I'm gonna forward the information to Medical Staff

049: Do not give it to them. They will take away my studies. They will ignore it and take it away from me, letting the Pestilence kill everyone. *he jumps forward, clearly forgetting he was in chains. The chains hold him back*

Fox-1: *grasps his Kriss Vector* Calm down Doctor, we don't want intend to do that

049: You better not. I have been told many lies by the Foundation in the past. I will not be fooled again. *he steps back to his position he was in, still angry though.*

Fox-1: I know, and I understand your side of this, but the Foundation is doing this to protect other people, that's why we have all these creatures locked up

*049 looks offended* So your calling me a creature? I am more intelligent than your so called, "Albert Einstein."

Fox-1: I am not calling you a creature, your more human than most of the anomalies here, and I want to ask if I have the pestilence or not

*he waits a minute before answering,* No. You do not have the infection.

Fox-1: what a relief, now doctor, we do have a medical test we want to run, would you like to do it?

049: Of course. May I ask, what kind of medical test?

Fox-1: surgery I believe

*049 just smiles* When is it?

Fox-1: in about 10 minutes

*049 is taken back to his cell after the conversation*

Fox-1: you ready for the test?

*049 nods* Yes. *the two guards grab at the poles connected to his neck cuff and follow Fox-1*

Fox-1: *talking on the radio* uhhh I'm gonna need Fox-2 and Fox-3 to testing chamber 4b

*049 follows him with his head down, but glaring infront of him.*

Fox-1: alright it's just around the corner

*he continues to glare with his head down.*

A scientist: Hello Doctor

*049 looks at the scientist.* Hello.

Scientist: are you ready?

*049 nods.* Yes.

Scientist: good

*He waits for the guards to undo his chains*

Guard: *undoes the chains*

*they quickly step back. 049 rubs his neck. He then turns to one of the guards and takes out his bag from his robes and gives them the syringes filled with black and purple liquid. Not to use them but confiscating them. He then turns to the scientist.* Let's get started, shall we?

Guard: yes we should

049: *turns to the scientist* What kind of surgery are we preforming? *he tightens his gloves*

Scientist: a Class-D got a large cut from a knife fight, we want to see if you can fix the wound successfully

049: *nods* I believe I can. And as long as I don't have the syringes *he motions to the ones he gave the guards* they will not become a SCP-049-2. Where is the stab wound located?

Scientist: upper abdomen

049: two final questions. Is the cut deep? Did it possibly facture an organ?

Scientist: it's deep but no organs are punctured

049: Good. *he reaches into his bag, he grabs a few stitches and some other tools. He begins to work. After a few hours, he stitches up the cut.* There we go. It will be a few days before the pain will go away. *he retrieves his syringes and puts them in his bag and in his robes. He prepares to get locked back up.*

Class-D: *suprised he isn't a zombie*

*he turns to the class* the only thing that makes him a zombie are the syringes. Besides, it has to be the heart anyway.

Fox-1: we finished?

049: Yes.

Fox-1: good

*he prepares to get locked up again. He holds out his hands like he have cuffs on*

Fox-1: what are you doing

*he looks at him confused* You are going to put me back in my cell, aren't you?

Fox-1: right *signals to a guard to cuff him*

*he sighs to himself. It is the same thing every day. First they trust you. Then they lock you up again. Plus the cuff around his neck and wrists were annoyingly uncomfortable. They could at least put padding on the inside*

Fox-1: I'm not the one in charge of that, you could ask a site admin

*he ignores him. He just wants to rest after performing the surgery. Even his own take less than two minutes.*

Fox-1: alright *orders the Guard to take 049 to his containment chamber*

*they arrive and they let him in. He sits down sleepily on his poorly-made bed. Too tired to do anything.*

Fox-1: *talking on the radio*

*049 falls asleep. Clearly tired from the long procedure.*