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Sometimes he doesn't get what he wants.
He wants many things and only some of them get approved. He wants to be normal, he wants the random switching to stop, he wants the nightmares of the smiling man to stop.
Sometimes when it's the middle of the night and he knows that soon he will find himself in some strange, unknown world again he wants to be back at the asylum. Wants the Doctors to tell him it's all just in his head.
Wants to be crazy. Wants the things he sees to be nothing but cruel tricks his mind plays on him.
But those moments pass like the morning hours and when he goes to get breakfast he hates himself for even thinking about it.
He wants many things and he knows that he will always just get some of them. Right, now he wants to die. Lying on the floor, hands pressed against his ears, tears running over his check he just wants it to end. He doesn't know how long he has been here. Doesn't really care anymore.
The screaming had stopped at one point but he could still hear it. Echoing in his head. Echoing in his small room.
Echoing, echoing, echoing...
He sobs loudly, presses his hands harder against his ears.
“SCP-507. 507. Can you hear me?”
The voice is like a lighthouse in thick fog. He knows it, remembers it, had answered its question after each trip.
And sometimes the voice gets him things approved. The plants' screams echo in his head and it's the middle of the day and he wants to be a crazy and be at the asylum and he wants to die.
He doesn't get what he wants.
"Can I... can I have a hug, please?" He forces it out between two sobs, not caring how it will look like, how it might be taken.
He doesn't want many things. He wants one thing.
Hands close around him and pull him closer to another warm body and he buries his face against a white-clad shoulder until the shaking and the echoes of the screams stop.
Sometimes he gets what he wants.