#THE PLAGUE DOCTOR SCP SKIN#
"Oh, my friend, but you look so pale, the skin on your hands are as if it was dead," Said the doctor, once again purposely ignorant of the repeated request, "I beg of you to take my cure, the plague has already proliferated through this cursed town, and I see the Great Pestilence in you," With a swift slight of hand barely noticed by the relaxed and cloaked figure, the thick fabric covering one of his arms quickly shifted upwards, exposing his raw, mangled, and grotesquely stitched flesh. So long I have traveled without but one rest, so I repeat my previous request: I ask to be left alone, as it has been long since I have felt at home," the monster breathed out, hiding a rasp in his voice. "While I give thanks for that kind gesture, I'd rather decline. “No foes I see here, new friend laid on the ground,” the man spoke out, clearly ignoring the monster’s original request, “And to friends I offer this sweet treat, a cure for all those I seem to meet, as a Plague festers across this city of soot and death.” “Friend! Or otherwise! Excuse my retreat, I hadn’t expected company in this bleak street,” the monster retorted, “I ask to be left, if you so choose, as I have not had a rest for some time.” He saw a man dressed in the attire of a classical Plague Doctor staring straight towards him, the man’s cold green eyes looking at the monster as if he saw straight through his guise, peering out of a porcelain mask. Naturally curious, the monster took another look from the corner he laid in, this time nearly jolting back with surprise. The monster rose his gaze to swiftly snatch a peak at the intruder, but only caught a glance of a black garb similar to his own, albeit much more well-kept. This rest was short-lived, as the echoed sound of paced footsteps strode across alley, breaking the night's silence. “Bless you coat, and the warmth and cover you have given to me at these bleakest of times,” The monster whispered, “And let me finally rest here at my heart’s greatest content.” He huddled in the dusty and dark alley, taking in whatever warmth he could from the burly cloak that covered him and hid his grotesque form from whatever poor souls found themselves in the alleyway. Frankenstein had chased his creation across the world over the murder of his loved ones due to his ignorance, neglect, and hatred towards the Monster, and now he had finally found reprieve from the bloodthirsty man. The Monster, pursued by a vengeful Victor, found temporary comfort in the empty and lifeless shadows of the alleyways of an industrial London. Frankenstein's Monster (by Aaron Siegel)īattle vs. Though he was no longer allowed to receive any further test subjects, SCP-049 has remarked that he intends to get living test subjects to further his research. Hamm, claiming that he was infected by the Pestilence. This seized, however, when he attacked and killed Dr. SCP-049 proved to be cooperative, viewing the Foundation researches as like-minded individuals and was occasionally allowed an animal or D-class personnel to experiment on. After all SCP-049-2 instances were killed, SCP-049 willingly entered Foundation custody. During a raid on a local home, several Foundation investigator ran into several reanimated bodies (referred to as SCP-049-2 instances) who were engaged with local law enforcement while SCP-049 observed the conflict from a distance while taking notes.
#THE PLAGUE DOCTOR SCP SERIES#
SCP-049 was discovered during the investigation of a series of unknown disappearances in the town of Montauban in southern France.
SCP-049, nicknamed " The Plague Doctor" by Foundation personnel, is a humanoid Euclid-class anomaly contained by the SCP Foundation who is obsessed with curing an unknown ailment he only refers to as the "Pestilence".
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