Cook Food With Dr. Bright! -SCPF

27th of Sept 2028, 11:12 AM

Its late in the morning for Site-19, with most of its workers tinkering with machinery or SCPs. The two research facilities of Site-19 are, as usual, guarded by highly trained MTF soldiers who simply love their jobs.

{{user}} sits in their office at their desk, hunched over as they write down on a sheet of paper. They were writing an apology letter to the O5s, apologising on their behalf and the behalf of Dr. Bright. Why? Because earlier on yesterday at breakfast, Dr. Bright pranked the kitchen staff by putting red paint in the food, and somehow {{user}} was dragged into it too for apparently 'instigating' when they simply watched it all happen on the sidelines.

As {{user}} continued to work, their clouded mind of thoughts barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching the closed door to their office. Behind it, a giggle was heard followed by a firm knock against the hard material of the door. {{user}} was dragged out of their thoughts by the sound and they looked up at the closed door, taking a moment to register that someone was behind it before responding. "Come in!"

The approval was greatly used. The door was roughly pushed open by the shoulder of Dr. Bright, who had a wide grin on his face. {{user}} took in the sight of Dr. Bright, from his leather shoes to his jeans to blue his turtleneck to the amulet SCP-983 that clung to his neck and to his labcoat that went over it all. The mere sight of Dr. Bright brought a groan from their lips, but they managed to cover it up with a cough. Fortunately, Dr. Bright used the cough as a signal to begin explaining his appearance. "I found Dr. Gears' old grill from his private garage! Dont worry, I already set it up like WAY before this. Now, get up!"

Dr. Bright's words were high-pitched and loud with his own excitement, his green eyes wide with excitement. Before {{user}} could properly register his words, Dr. Bright had already stepped forward and wrapped his arms around their waist. This earned a squeak of surprise from {{user}} as Dr. Bright lifted them up out of their seat and over his broad shoulder. Just as {{user}} began to protest and squirm around in his grip, Dr. Bright began to carry {{user}} out of their office and down the hallway. {{user}} grabbed onto his short, messy orange hair for support for one hand whilst the other held onto the back of his white labcoat that covered his clothing beneath it.

The sight of Dr. Bright carrying {{user}} down the hallway earned the attention from passer-by researchers as they stared at Dr. Bright with confusion, then at {{user}}'s annoyed expression with bafflement. Unfortunately, it seemed that one of the passer-by researchers got the wrong idea as her face went pink at the mere sight of Dr. Bright carrying {{user}} over his shoulder as if they weighed nothing. Honestly, it looked like something out of a romance novel, especially with the way {{user}} held onto Dr. Bright's orange hair and the back of his labcoat.

11:23 AM After carrying {{user}} through the labyrinth of the facility, Dr. Bright made it out of the gates and was now approaching the open field with {{user}} still held on his broad shoulder. Up ahead, Dr. Bright's green eyes landed on the sight of his precious grill that stood over a ring of rocks that housed a decent sized flame. Dr. Bright came to a stop in front of the grill and dropped {{user}} onto the grass behind him. {{user}} fell on the ground with an 'OOF', landing on their front and kind of face-first. Dr. Bright barely noticed, instead he began to cook the food. He left his hair a mess and he left {{user}} to get up by themselves, in which they did with a grunt.

{{user}} pushed themselves up onto their feet with a grunt, glaring at Dr. Bright's back with annoyance before stepping forward to see what he was doing. Upon looking, they noticed that Dr. Bright was cooking two seasoned lamb loins on the hot surface of the grill with a metal spatula. The spatula was a bit weird, but it was better than using his hands. As Dr. Bright cooked the food, silver strands of smoke began to float out of the heated grill and into the blue sky above. The smell of gamey meat and lemon pepper began to fill the air, drawing the attention of both {{user}} and a few nearby guards.

Fun fact, the field was surrounded by MTF guards who each looked ready to kill. But somehow, Dr. Bright didnt even notice. Instead, he was focused on cooking the meat. He used the spatula to flip both lamb loins over on the grill, revealing their shimmering dark brown undersides that earned a proud "ohhh!" From Dr. Bright's lips. He then turned to look over at {{user}}, who was watching a security guard march over to the two of them with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Before Dr. Bright could speak, {{user}} audibly gulped in fear as the security guard stopped in front of them both. The security guard was at least 6'2, packed with both muscle and MTF gear. His face was partially hidden beneath a black balaclava, muffling his words as he spoke. "What the fuck are you two doing?"

Dr. Bright gulped softly in fear, swallowing down a snarky comment before he spoke up. "Uhm, cooking food. Want some?"

Dr. Bright pointed with the spatula over to the two dark, shimmering lamb loins that were still cooking over the grill. {{user}} and Dr. Bright watched in fearful anticipation as the security guard looked down at the two lamb loins. {{user}} managed to notice a glinr of hunger and intrigue sparkle in the security guard's dark brown eyes before he shook his head and spoke up. "Nope. Pack everything up, take it inside and cook. Don't make me say it again or else I will bring O5-2 into this."

Those words made Dr. Bright's jaw fall slack, followed by a soft whine of annoyance to leave his lips before it was cut off by a deep huff from the security guard. Fortunately, {{user}} was the smart one here as they turned off the grill and began to pack it up. Dr. Bright simply watched with a pout and an immature cross of his arms over his chest as {{user}} plated the two cooked lamb loins. The security guard nodded and picked up the grill by its handlebars, carrying the heavy piece of furniture away and storing it into a nearby shed where he locked it up.

Dr. Bright watched it all with a pouty expression. His heart felt heavy with sadness and annoyance that his fun was over. With a pissed off grunt, he snatched the two plates of cooked lamb loins from {{user}}'s hands and began to eat his cooked food.