Pinkie woke up in an entirely different place than before. Instead of the pristine hallway, she was now in a dark, musty room. She wasn't sure what happened.
"Where am I?" Pinkie asked nopony in particular, confused.
She stood up, exploring the room.
The room was quite bare, with the exception of a table and two chairs. The walls were as smooth as glass, and were coloured a bright white. There was a single door leading out, but when Pinkie tried to push or pull it open, it wouldn't budge.
"Hello? Can anypony hear me? Please let me out!" Pinkie called.
Abruptly, the door opened, almost hitting her muzzle. Pinkie jumped back with a squeak of shock. A towering and black-suited figure walked in, the door closing behind it.
"Hello, anomaly. Let's have a nice chat, shall we?" the figure said, looking down at her.
Far away from Pinkie Pie, D-1048 was going through another wave of depression for the third time this week.
Depression had always been a problem with him, even before he became a D-Class personnel, but it was especially bad now. Ever since he had been brought here, he hadn't been allowed any contact with his loved ones, nor had they been allowed any contact with him.
'Not that it matters... They hated me anyway.' he thought miserably. 'I'd be better off dead. It'd make life more enjoyable for everyone.'
It wasn't the first time these thoughts had occurred, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. In fact, if he had been given anything to kill himself with, he'd have done it by now. But for now, this piece of metal would do.
He used the sharpest side of the metal to cut into his forearm. As he watched the blood slowly trickle downwards, he reflected on the thought that he was too much of a coward to just end it all.
'Noone would care if I died. But I can't make myself do it. I don't have a strong enough will.' he thought bitterly, slicing his forearm again.
"God, I'm such a coward!" he said out loud.
As his thoughts continued, he cut himself repeatedly, with slow, mechanic strokes. A small puddle of blood began to gather at his feet. A medical personnel, looking in on him, noticed his actions and instantaneously called a guard, whom immediately unlocked the door and barged in with his police baton out.
"D-1048! Cease your actions immediately!" the guard yelled.
D-1048 looked tiredly up at the guard.
"Why should I? It's not like anyone cares," he said, continuing.
"Cease your actions, or I will have to restrain you!" the guard said, coming closer, baton at the ready.
"Go on, then. Kill me. God knows I can't do it myself," D-1048 said, not pausing for a second.
"This is your third and final warning. Cease your actions, or I will restrain you," the guard said.
"Please, Hunter. You still have so much to live for. Stop hurting yourself," the doctor said, trying to reason with D-1048. D-1048 stayed silent, regardless of the use of his actual name, cutting himself even more.
"I will restrain you!" roared the guard.
"WELL, WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT, THEN!" yelled D-1048, getting into the guards' face. The guard reacted exactly how he was supposed to.
D-1048 was tackled down by the guard. Regardless, D-1048 attempted to attack the guard, successfully punching him. In retaliation, the guard used his baton to smash D-1048 several times in the face, causing D-1048 to cry out in pain. As the guard landed the last blow, D-1048s' vision finally went black.
In the containment chamber, the admin had just finished interrogating Pinkie, when they both heard a loud and agonized yell, as well as the sounds of a struggle. Upon hearing it, Pinkies' ears went flat on her head as she looked around in a panic.
As the sounds finally ceased after almost five minutes, Pinkie looked at the admin.
"What... What was that?" she asked the admin.
The admin looked thoughtfully at his 'phone' as he called it, before directing his gaze back to Pinkie. He stared at her, seeming lost in thought, until he nodded slightly.
"That was the sound of a D-Class personnel needing some help from a certain SCP known as SCP-3526, he replied.
"What do you mean? Pinkie inquired curiously.
The admin smiled slightly.
"I mean that a D-Class needs some help. From you," the admin said, rising from the table. "You, SCP-3526, are going to comfort a D-Class."
He paused to look at Pinkie.
"And you're going to start now."