Hearing that someone would come, you pondered over whether it'd be Dr Glass once . someone different.

Though the way that worked out last time, irmt was questionable whether the doctor was allowed to see you again. One can have their hopes, however unlikely.

Given three hours, you weren't too sure what to do. Until your hand grazed the lump in your pocket; the chess piece. It gave you an idea, one that would give you entertainment.

It took a lot of practice in refining your efficiency in shaping your ice, and yet, the product produced, a board for chess made entirely of ice, was quite impressive. White and Black sides were determined by the words in Japanese on opposing sides.

At this, you began to play against yourself. For all two hours left after making the board and pieces. It was merely practice, though there is plenty of moves one can decide to practice.

You were pretty bored by the time your door was finally opened, and disappointed that Glass hadn't been permitted to come back; indicated by the new researcher that entered, unsure of herself.

A small smile graced your expression as you dared to ask, "Would you care for a game of Chess?" To the woman. You hadn't anyone to play with when you were living with your fosters, and it was no coincidence that you had made the board.

She didn't seem too fond of getting near to you, but sighed and agreed to a game with you, presumably to ask questions whilst you were amiable. You quickly formed a chair for her to sit opposite you, watching the researcher shudder at the cold seat.

Respectfully, you didn't comment as you made your first move. E4. To then be mirrored with E5. She began asking questions after your next move, Nf3, such as "How come SCP-682 shouted a question during the test?" And "How come you were able to combat SCP-173's effects whilst blindfolded?".

At such things, you could only shrug your shoulders. You weren't sure why, or how. Nd6, Bc4, Na5, d3. You tested your opponent with aggressiveness. Nf6, Ng5, d6. You were playing a beginner. Nxf7.

The woman cursed under her breath, taking some time before Qe7, NxRh8, d5, e4xd5, Nxd5, Bxd5, Qd6, Nc3, Qb4, Bg5, Bf5. She looked very nervous, even if you were holding back severely.

The next question came, "Why is it you join in with the killing of guards..?" She stuttered out. Qf3. The woman was now flustered by your move as you replied. "Threaten the king, and it must be stopped." You clued to her, cryptically.

You figured being vague would keep them from making any judgements that might hinder what little you can do. Qxb2, QxBf5, QxRa1+, Kd2, QxRh1??, Qf7#. 1-0.

"Checkmate" You chimed. The researcher frantically scrambled to check if it was true, before cursing again in defeat. You thought for a moment, not really comfortable with contact, but out of respect you offered your hand out to shake.

The woman accepted, a little disheartened at losing. Though before she left the room with the notes she had, she spoke. "Doctor Bright wants to perform a test with you.. he'll be here soon, so good luck.".

After this, she dashed out of the room and turned right before you heard a thud. In just a moment, you saw a man with a granite box slightly cracked on one side due to recent collision.

The man wore a Ruby pendant around his neck, a pair of circular glasses and had unruly blonde hair from what you could tell under the blindfold.

He quickly dumped the box on the floor before approaching you with a somewhat.. licentious gaze. You spent a good ten minutes in complete silence, staring at one another before finally he speaks up.

"They said nothing about you being a looker- not that I complain about that." The man, who you assumed was Dr. Bright, complimented. You weren't exactly sure what to reply with; so you stayed quiet.

"Not much of a talker though, it seems. Besides that, I came bearing gifts!" He shouted in a gleeful and excited tone, taking the lid carefully off the granite box before kicking it gently over to you.

There seemed to be a sort of quartz in the box, and knowing the facility, you assumed what you were wanted to do and picked it up.

You turned it in your hands, looking at it curiously through your blindfold. At this point, it was as if you could see even better with the blindfold on than without. It was an odd crystalline structure for quartz, but it looked normal to you.

That was, until you were told it would spead up your arm with crystals. Then, you looked at it differently, and placed it back in the box.

After roughly an hour or so, you became aware of prismatic crystals starting to form on your hands. Given a second hour, it had spread about to the wrists. And with the third, it just stopped, crumbling off of your hands, only leaving dust and frost.

Bright had stayed to watch, and was very curious about what happened, just as much as you yourself were. Although, your hands felt a little off still, so you shook them to hear a crunch of metal to your right.

It was caused by a large, icy monolith, made from that prismatic stuff, jutting from the floor like a sprung trap. Sharp as can be.

Both you and the doctor stood in shock for a long while at the occurrence before Bright finally decided to do something, pulling out a random stone to throw at it with a mischievous grin.

You didn't get a say in it before the stone was launched at the monolith, only to be stabbed by an incredibly thin pike that extended outwards, drawing the prismatic quartz out like water to jut in that direction.

At being stabbed, the stone is near instantly transmuted into the same material, before delicately shattering into shards onto the silver plated floor.

The doctor seemed absolutely elated, whereas you just stood facing the structure in confusion. You waved your hand, and it disappeared back into the floor, reversing everything it had done in the process, like rewinding time.

The stone reformed and was flung back at Bright, hitting the man in the knuckles with a quiet crack before it clatters to the ground in time with the structure having completely disappeared and the floor been fixed.

It was honestly too much to process at once, and you nestled your head on your chess board in frustration of the headache this place was giving you, scarcely aware of the doctor getting dragged out with the SCP-407 instance to be scolded.

[Not much to say this time.

I'll just say that if you have any requests for what y/n should do in future pages, then please leave a comment for me; I'll be happy to include it, with credit back to you for the idea.

Until next time, have a good day from me, the Author,

Øwuelen.]