You were forced into a room with other people in orange jumpsuits. It felt like a prison, it felt like your own mind..... You sighed as you sat down on a bench. They let you have four things, which you of course chose: Your phone, which was stripped of wifi, even though it has it's own wifi, your backpack, a black hoodie, and your notebook. Your notebook was something to write thoughts in, but it wasn't exactly a diary. An MTF then called your name, you picked up your backpack, which was full of your stuff.

      You slumped your backpack over your shoulders as the MTF grabbed your wrist and dragged you to a containment cell. You didn't say a peep as the two of you stopped in front of a cell. You glanced at the sign that was next to it; 'SCP: 049 Object Class: Eclucid'. As soon as you were done reading it, the MTF pushed you inside the cell. A mechanical but soft voice said, "Greetings."

         You whipped around and saw a figure, he was dressed in a medieval robe, wearing his hood up and wearing a plague doctor mask. He was saluting, and it comforted you, but then soon it reminded you of your sister, because she was always interested in plague doctor figures.... A silent tear rolled down your face, he stopped saluting. "You do not seem well, but not in the usual illness I see." His voice seemed worried, and serious. "Illness? You mean the flu?" You said, looking at him with a confused look.

        The figure chuckled, and shook his head, "No, the illness that I usually see is pestilence." You looked and felt even more confused, "Pestilence?"  After his explaining of pestilence, you finally understood. "Well, what illness do you see in me then?" You said, pushing your thoughts of your passed sister to the back of your head. "Sadness, a deep sadness." He said, with a even more worried tone.

            "Oh.... You mean..... Depression?" You blurt, looking at him. You then cover your mouth with both of your hands, realizing what you said. Tears rolling down your face, you couldn't make them stop. "Depression..... A deep sadness, caused by maybe a passed one, or stress. How did you get it?" The figure said, stepping closer. You shook you head, but then you slipped.

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          You fell to the ground. You then realized something; you left your bag open. You see your journal, and then you look back at him. He picked it up, and gave it to you. "I believe that has thoughts of yourself, the thoughts of deep sadness, for it said it on the cover." He whispered, helping you up.

           You then gave the notebook to him. "Give it back when you see me again." You said, awkwardly looking around. The MTF then called your name again. Before you went, you waved. He saluted as you left.

      The MTF said coldly, "Miss Moon will need to see you." You were confused again, "Miss Moon?" "Miss Moon, she will be writing down your experimentation logs." The MTF said, dragging you. You didn't say another word as you were dragged through the halls. You heard unusual noises, but didn't make a peep.

       Finally, you both stopped in front of a office. "This will be a while." The MTF grunted, looking around. You then realized how similar the voice sounded. "Hey um.... What's your name?" You blurt, looking at the MTF. "(B/F/N)." The MTF said plainly. (B/F/N means Best friend's name btw!)

        "(B/F/N)?!?!?! Oh my god it's you!" You say, with a joyful but mostly fake smile. Your best friend looked at you odd, "What?" "My name is (Y/N/, don't you remember?!?!" You say, calming down. Your best friend gasped before hugging you. "But how did you become a D-Class...." Your best friend murmured as she hugged you.