![]() He recoiled as he saw her face, covered in blood. This is what the money bought you."Ī young girl moved out of the shadows and looked up at the plague doctor. "You left them here to fend for themselves. And a noise in the dark corner of the house stirred him from his grief. Chunks had been taken out of her arm and legs. The smell of rotten flesh was overpowering. "They're in the town." The man in the plague doctor costume rushed to a single house. SCP-343 nodded and the scene shifted again. A man sat on a pale horse overlooking a village. You and your family will never go hungry again." You have enough money to last several lifetimes. Castle to castle, town to town, village to village, house to house. And a swirling of events unfolded all around them. ![]() The man with the sticks crawled over to the fallen man and began to remove his robes, then looked up at the horse. You're going to feed your family off a farce." "If you were almost anyone else you'd be dead in less than a week. The man with the sticks looked at the mask in his hands. The actual plague doctor collapsed to the ground. Watch this, he's about to die and you're about to make a decision." A quirk of genetics that you probably still wouldn't understand makes you one of the luckiest members of your generation. The man beneath it almost immediately vomited blood onto the ground beside them. The man with the sticks pulled the mask off the man. He's come here to make some money off the dying and the dead. The same thing that's killing everyone else in your village. The man with the sticks ran over to help. He was slumped in the saddle and as he passed, he fell with a thud to the ground. Atop it sat a man in the protective garb of a plague doctor. It was pale grey with black spots along its neck. The horse in the distance was finally upon them. The moment you chose to change is coming up." "This is you before you became a monster. He was placing the sticks in a pile on his wheelbarrow. The man gathering sticks was wearing what could comfortably be called rags. He tried to speak but the words didn't come. He couldn't move the rest of his body but he could move his head and eyes. SCP-343 pointed at the man gathering sticks. ![]() The faint sound of hooves on dirt echoed in the distance. A man was gathering sticks and wood that had fallen from the sparse trees that were sprinkled across the landscape. The room around them fell away until they were standing in a sunny green field, next to a road. "Things like you, they crop up in the dark places where I can't always look. I have always done what must be done, without regard for my personal feelings." As soon as he chose something that his superiors at the Foundation didn't choose for him." You killed him as soon as he stopped blindly following orders. His daughter was about to go off to college and he wanted to take some time off. To be free of it yourself you'd have to excise it. It could be an actual disease that only you can see. SCP-343 leaned back in his chair and laced his hands behind his head. The doctors, the guards, all clean of infection." "The pestilence is nearly eradicated here. Though you've killed many less since the Foundation put you into a box." I cure them of the great pestilence and…" But since we're talking about them, why do you kill people?" "Your experiments will still be there when I'm done learning about you. "I do not have the time nor inclination to banter with whoever you are. But not once have you named your bogeyman anything else that the pestilence." But you can't tell me what it is, can you?" The pestilence is responsible for more death and destruction than any other disease afflicting this world." If it was so self evident, why is it everyone asks you the same question?" You always say "The pestilence" like it's some grand truth. SCP-049 looked around in a panic before speaking. SCP-049 and SCP-343 both sat in chairs on opposite ends of the table. The small white room had one door in and out, with an empty observation room connected via a large glass window pane. The table between the two individuals was about three feet across and made of painted white metal. "What do you cure, exactly?" The florescent lights were, as always, buzzing.
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