049 is chatting with that stupid mf 035 so much like dude fuckin speak to me twat.
i am #brocken inside. i thought he loved me, but no, he loves only that stupid mask mf.
i run in the opposite direction, humongous anime tiddies boinging about as sparkly tears fly past my face from the corner of my eyes.
049 and mask mf are out of sight; i don't believe they're chasing me.
i stop running and bend over, pressing my hands on my knees and trying to catch my breath. my humongous anime tiddies dangle down against the back of my arms seductively.
"mmmm hellooooooo... woman." someone - or something says.
a figure approaches me.
it's holding a ukulele.
"sup bitch lmaoooooo did u know i'm a reformed misogynist XD that's all in the past tho frfr also i am 100% NOT genre-savy or enigmatic and i am 100% NOT a manifestation of the being popularly known as the devil and i am 100% NOT in a relationship with scp-173"
oh fuck.
it's alto clef.
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scp-049 x fem reader 😍😍(WARNING: SEGGSY)
Fanfictionyou are but a lone d-class, wrongly prosecuted with a death sentence and forced to be the foundation's toy. one day, you are forced into 049's cell, but his touch cannot kill you. !! THIS IS A JOKE OKAY!! IRREGULAR UPDATES BCUZ I AM INCONSISTENT 🤣�...
