My dear old friend, can't believe you're here, old friend

Cain, or SCP-073 as most people called him, never forgot anything. Most people didn't know what that meant, or failed to consider the implications. He thought it a curse, like the one that marked his brow, until he saw its advantages.

It took him only seven days to learn the names of everyone at the Site. A hello in the hallways, a name attached to a description, a glance at an organizational chart, they all added up in his mind.

Similarly he knew the designation of every anomaly they held, the precise geographical location of the site, and the access code for every door— not that he would do anything with them. It helped to pass the time, connecting the pieces of information in his mind and seeing what picture they formed.

Cain was in the cafeteria, thinking back on his time in Mongolia, when an interesting tidbit of information made itself known behind him.

"Did you hear?" asked researcher Kevin Handel, who primarily studied Euclid-class humanoid anomalies. "Mitch got assigned to 336 today."

"Really?" replied his friend and fellow researcher James Davenport, specializing in anomalous robotics. "Thought they moved her to 19, you know, after that whole thing."

"No, they were just mulling it over. Director wants a psych eval though, I'm thinking its related."

"Maybe. About her… do you really think she's_"

"Dude. He's like two feet away."

Cain kept on eating his steak, turning over the interesting new information in his head. SCP-336? He hadn't heard of that one before. They call it a woman, so it must look human. And they fell silent when they noticed he was nearby, so they assumed it must've been someone he knew. Unless his mother had found her way into a Foundation cell, he didn't have the faintest idea who it could be.

He tucked away the little tidbit of information into his brain like so many others, and carried on with his day.

Cain's opportunity came later that week.

He was being escorted to the site lounge when an alarm blared itself to life.

"Attention all Foundation staff, Site-17 is currently under assault by outside forces." the automated recording played. "Please find safe shelter and wait for the all-clear signal. Attention all foundation-"

"Fuck." One of his escorts, Joshua Hernandez (American, divorced twice, three younger siblings) pulled out his gun. "Alright, we'll get 073 back to his cell, then we can-"

"I can go back to my cell myself." Cain asked. "Whoever these attackers may be, I doubt they possess the means to harm me. I wouldn't want you two to get harmed in a pointless task."

"Well, that's a good point." Maria Silvard (Dutch, never married, had a boyfriend who worked in finance at a german investment firm) shrugged, though she appeared nervous at the alarm. "One less thing we have to worry about shooting in the crossfire."

"Are you kidding? Security would be up our asses if we let an anomaly go unsecured during a breach-"

"It's Cain," Maria pointed out. " He's the last thing we'd have to worry about. I don't think I've even heard him curse before."

Joshua was mulling it over.

"Fine," he said. "SCP-073, proceed to your room and lock the door. Do not engage any hostiles. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Cain replied, moving to the right side passage way. He watched as the two Foundation guards went down the hallway, guns drawn. As soon as they were out of sight, he turned left instead.

A few more bits of information on SCP-336 that he had uncovered suggested that she was located in the west wing of the site, as Mitch had complained a few days prior of the breakroom vending machines in the west wing, and had stumbled into the wrong observation room.

Up ahead, he could hear raised voices. Staff or attackers?

"-I don't care what he thinks! I'm getting it back if its the last thing I do!"

Cain turned the corner to see three humans dressed in bizzarie clothing that didn't quite look entirely non-anomalous. Two of them were holding strange long silver devices, while the third, the one that was talking, was unarmed.

"Hello there," Cain said.

The three attackers spun around, with the two raising their devices at him. "Who the fuck are you?" one of them asked.

"I'm Cain. Who are you?"

The devices dipped momentarily. "Uh.. what?" While they were clearly prepared for battle with foundation security, they seemed unprepared for someone like him.

Cain looked them up and down. "You're clearly not from the Chaos Insurgency or the Global Occult Coaltion. I would also rule out those auctioneers. Less sophisticated. I don't think the anartists are the type to attack a site, so I would hazard a guess at the Serpent's Hand."

One of the two armed humans sighed. "Great. Nice job, Edna. Told you to pick up one of these, but you had to be all special, didn't you?"

"Shut up." Edna started painting something in the air. "Doesn't matter, he'll be dead anyways."

A kinetoglyph. He hadn't seen one of these in a long time. Cain grimaced as a boiling torrent of a dark liquid was hurled at him.

Finally it stopped, and he wiped paint out of his eyes to see Edna boiled down to a skeleton. Cain looked at the other two artists, who were slowly backing away. "I'm not supposed to engage any attackers, but I think the best course of action would be for you two to leave, yes?"

One of them nodding so fast it looked like his head would fall off, they both ran off, leaving a boiled skeleton surrounded by paint. That'd puzzle the clean-up teams. Cain continued on, reaching the west wing.

191… 434… 4818… ah, SCP-336.

Due to security precautions, most Euclid or Safe anomalies had two forms of locks, in case a power outage or similar rendered one non-functioning. This one had a keypad, and a card reader

SCP-073 hovered over the keypad. It was a Euclid humanoid, but that didn't mean much. Most were Euclid, he was just considered harmless. Cain punched in a code he had seen them use for Iris.

No luck. He sighed. He didn't like doing this, and the Foundation would give him hell for it, but…

Cain pressed his fingers against the card reader, and with his other hand traced a symbol on the inside of his forearm. The cardreader displayed several error signs, trying to read the Mekhanite magic that was currently flooding its system, before rapidly breaking down and opening the door.

Cain slipped in to see who exactly this SCP-336 was.

The room was quite luxurious, by most standards. A tastefully pattered bed, a chest of drawers, and a closet with actual clothing. Not many anomalies got away with that.

SCP-336 was sitting in front of a vanity mirror, brushing her hair. She had some sort of device covering her mouth, like a metallic muzzle.

There were small patches of snakeskin on her calves. Cain's mouth went dry.

"Lilit Bat Asherah." he rasped out in a language that had been dead for eons. It couldn't be her, but it was. After millenia upon millenia, the First Woman and the First Murderer were together again.

Lilith froze mid stroke of her hair, eyes wide at the mention of her. Very slowly, she turned around in her chair to see Cain standing before her.

Then she started to laugh.

"My dearest Cain," she chuckled. "I never thought I'd be seeing you again, in a Foundation facility of all places. It's been-"

"Nine thousand, six hundred and thirty-two years, five weeks, and six days," he answered for her.

"As perfect as ever, that memory of yours," she said, returning to her mirror and brush. "I see your attempts to subvert it were in vain, then."

Cain said nothing.

"As much as I found your situation…amusing, to say the least, I couldn't have prevented it. To go against Jophiel's would have been to go against His will."

Cain said nothing.

Lilith sighed, setting down her brush and turning to face him once more. "Did you come here to sillently gawk at me? Speak, I'm sure you went through a bit of trouble to find me."

"I… did not know it was you in here. Some researchers, I over heard them speaking about an anomaly, one that they were reluctant to discuss around me, as if I knew them"

"And who did you think SCP-336 was? Abel? He's dead, if you somehow had forgotten," Lilith said dismissively.


Lilith's eyebrows shot up. "What happened?"

073-336 Incident Report

SCP-073 was being escorted to his cell when Site-17 was attacked by AWCY? insurgents. SCP-073 convinced his escorts to seek shelter, reasoning that they were at far greater risk of being harmed.

Instead of returning to his cell, SCP-073 proceeded to the west wing of the site where it was attacked by an AWCY? member, its anomalous properties reflecting the damage onto her.

SCP-073 entered SCP-336's containment cell and conversed with SCP-336 for roughly fifteen minutes before exiting. How it was aware of the access code, and similarly how to locate SCP-336, is currently being investigated. Both SCP-336 and SCP-073 have refused to comment on the incident.

SCP-073 is unique in that it is historically one of few humanoid anomalies that has been designated safe rather than Euclid. This has been largely due to its general compliance to Foundation protocol and staff. In light of this incidence however, an upgrade to Euclid is being considered.

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