My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

        My eyes opened slowly from the peaceful, dreamless sleep. It was by far the best sleep I've had in these nine months. Fluttershy insisted that I would take her bed for the night, but I declined. She deserved it more than I, and the couch was good enough. That was an understatement. The couch was amazing. Far better than my hard, itchy prison bed.

        I heard birds outside, the window on the wall letting through gentle, warm light. I was in bliss.

        As I decided I should go back to sleep, the smell of eggs and toast with jam reached my nose. I was about to dismiss it and go back to my peaceful sleep, until I heard my stomach growl. I then remembered how long it's been since I had a decent breakfast, instead of the tasteless, gray matter they fed me at the jail. I slowly sat up, groaning from the extortion of leaving my new favorite place in the cottage. I put my feet over the edge of the coach, and slicked back my now-long hair. I didn't have to look in a mirror to know so had a horrible bed head.

        I yawned, then stood up, my right hand not hurting as much now that I had a good night's rest. I followed my nose to the kitchen, and then saw a plate on the table. One half of the plate was full of scrambled eggs, while the other had two slices of toast on it, with jam lathered all over them. There was a note by the plate, which read:

Dear Seven,

This plate is for you; went down to a friend's for an emergency. Be back soon! Have a good day!

-Fluttershy

        I smiled, appreciating Shy's polite nature. Even in writing, she was always very kind. I sat down at the table, and ate the plate gratefully. It tasted good. Although the toast was a little burnt, and the scrambled eggs were slightly cold, it was the best meal I ever had in almost a year.

        After I ate, I yawned again. I was still tired. I was full now, though, so I couldn't wait to feel the wonderfully comfortable sheets over me again.

        As I blissfully walked over to the couch, a bird on the window frame caught my eye. It was blue, and had a nearly perfectly shaped build and beak; just like in a cartoon. The bird tilted its head at me, and chirped.

        I smiled as I admired its features. I always loved animals, especially birds. I studied them for over a year, and knew almost every species of them. This, however, did not look like any species I knew. If anything, probably a blue bird.

        The bird chirped again, pecking at the window frame he was standing on. It didn't behave like any other bird; instead of being skittish and shy, it was persistent in making its presence known.

        I sat down on the couch, and folded my arms, studying its cartoonish features. It actually looked angry. Not like chirping and flapping its wings at me, but its brow was actually furrowed, and it was folding its wings.

        "Okay," I said, half expecting it to respond. "What do you want?" The bird raised an eyebrow. I sighed, disappointed. Birds didn't talk in any world, even when they can immitate human facial features.

        The blue bird motioned to the empty plate on the table. I looked over to it, then back to the human-like bird with a raised eye brow. The bird sighed (or as close to a sigh as birds can do), and flew into the house, over my head, and into the kitchen. Before I knew it, the bird was back, holding the plate with its legs. It was panting from the extortion from carrying the heavy, solid plate. It motioned towards it, and I gently grabbed it. It then pointing with one of its wings to the sink. I instantly knew what it wanted, and mouthed "oh."

        I got up, walked over to the sink, and dropped it in. However, before I could return to my beloved couch, the bird landed on my hand, and folded its wings, giving me an expecting look.

        "What?" I exclaimed, knowing the bird couldn't understand me. "I did what you told me to; it's in the sink." The bird tapped its foot, impatiently. I sighed. "Alright, alright." I turned on the faucet water, and soaked the plate. The bird nodded approvingly and smiled. After I finished washing the used plate, I turned the water off, then started back to the coach.

        Only to be stopped by the blue bird again.

        "Oh my god, what the hell do you want?" My patience was quickly draining. Instead of reacting, though, the bird glided over to the side of the sink, on top of a stack of clean, white plates. I exhaled sharply, walked begrudgingly over to the bird, put the wet plate on top of the stack, then gave the bird a questioning look. The bird smiled, somehow, and nodded its approval.

        "I'm going back to sleep now," I explained to to the blue bird. It didn't move. "I'm not going to be waking up for another hour or so." No responce again. I backed up to the coach, then lied back down. "If you need me to do anything else, now's the time." Once again, the bird didn't budge. Finally.

        I closed my eyes, sighed, and drifted into sleep...

        ...Only to be awaked by the sound of the door opening.

        I jolted up, and threw my hands over my head. "Alright! I get it! I have chores to do, and I can't sleep until I do them!"

        Instead of the blue bird, however, Fluttershy stood in the doorway, a saddle bag strapped onto her. She tilted her head at my outburst. "Um.. Actually, I just wanted to ask a few questions, Seven.."

        "Oh," I said, as my hands flopped back down into my lap. "Sorry."

        Fluttershy clopped into the house, and closed the door behind her. She set her bag down on the table, and then went over to the couch, and sat by me. She looked up at me, her light blue irises full of something I hadn't seen in her before. And it wasn't good.

        She put her hoof on my hand, and smiled up at me for a while. After a few seconds, though, her smile faded, and she sighed.

        "Seven," she said, the tone of voice matching a mother's when she is giving her kids a lecture. "...You haven't been completely honest with me, lately." Her gaze slowly shifted down.

        I sighed deeply, and rubbed my temple. I knew this part was coming ever since I got here, I just wanted to delay it as long as I could. I peered at her. "I'm not a bad man," I said earnestly.

        Fluttershy peered back at me, confused. "I know that..! Even though I just met you, you seem very kind..!" She blushed at that last part. "But I'm just worried.. About the other person who followed you here."