//------------------------------// // Chapter 5 // Story: SCP Containment Breach: A New Reality // by Silence_EXE //------------------------------// 2 Weeks Later Hunter was finally able to go back to D-Class Containment. Pinkie had really helped him out with his depression. Everytime he had thought about cutting himself again, Pinkie had always been there to cheer him up. Sometimes, it had been with a surprise party, sometimes it had been her jokes, and several times it had been when Pinkie snuggled into his arms. To Hunter, Pinkie was a hero, a lifesaver. But those two weeks of not being tested on and just being able to spend time with his favourite little pony were now over. He wasn't sure how Pinkie would feel if she knew he was being put in danger daily. Thankfully, he was only tested on the Safe SCPs, and although some of them were disturbing (SCP-1981 especially), they weren't that dangerous. Until he found out he was going to be interviewing SCP-035, that was. He looked at Pinkie, who was decorating his cell with party decorations, wondering how he should tell her. "Um... Pinkie. Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. "Oki Doki Loki!" Pinkie replied, jumping onto Hunters' lap and looking up at him. 'Oh, this is going to be impossible for me to tell her,' he thought sadly. "Hunter? What... What is it?" she asked, her smile disappearing, replaced by a worried look. "Well... Pinkie. You know how I test different objects?" he asked, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Yeeeeessss?" she asked, her head tilted. "You see, the ones I was tested on aren't the only ones. There are two other places that we haven't visited yet, filled with more dangerous objects," he said. Pinkie looked at him, a bit scared. "More... Dangerous?" she replied timidly. "Yes. I'm going to be talking to one of the most dangerous ones. It's a very creepy mask," he said, not wanting to tell Pinkie that he might die in the process, but knowing he had to. Pinkie stared at him with a pleading expression. He wanted to tell her that it was a joke, that he wasn't serious. He didn't want to make her cry after seeing her do so in the first movie. "And Pinkie... You need to know this. You deserve to," he said, swallowing again. Pinkie spoke, tears brimming in her eyes. "N-No... Please don't s-say it..." she whimpered, a hoof laying lightly on his chest. This was what he hadn't wanted to happen, but there was no going back now. "Pinkie... There's a chance I might die because of this object," he said quietly. Pinkies' usually puffy hair made a popping sound and went straight. Tears fell from her eyes. "I didn't want to tell you, Pinkie..." he said, stroking her back gently as he attempted to not cry himself. Pinkie simply curled up on his lap and began crying in earnest. The sound pulled at Hunters' heartstrings. "I... I'm sorry, Pinkie," he said. "You don't deserve this." A few hours later, some worse news came along. Hunter wouldn't be allowed to bring Pinkie in, as she wasn't understood enough to come in contact with SCP-035. He had agreed to not bring her, as he knew how dangerous this SCP was, and he didn't want Pinkie to be put in danger as well. She begged him to refuse to keep her out, but to no avail. And so, with a heavy heart, Hunter said goodbye to Pinkie. "Pinkie, I don't want to do this, either, but I can't say no," he said, holding Pinkies' front hooves in his hands. "Yes, yes you can! They can't force you to do it!" she cried out. Hunter sighed. "Pinkie, you see those black-armoured people over there? They can use their 'black sticks' as you call them and kill me. At least with the mask, I have a chance," he said. Pinkie collapsed against him, crying. Hunter held her up. She raised her head and looked at him. "Please... I don't want you to die," she said. Hunter smiled at her before letting go and going towards the already-opened door. He turned towards her. "I'll see you soon, Pinkie. I promise," he said. And with that, he walked into SCP-035s' containment chamber, where the mask in question awaited his arrival.