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🎖️Agt. Lawrence: 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓼

⚠𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴⚠
Mentions of: Blood, Death of a specific person/people, Being experimented on.

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» Male! Reader
   →Pronouns: He/Him/Them
» Character Role: SCP
» Romantically Paired
» [AU] Containment breach
» 🥀 Angst
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   He have never expected this.

To think that at a time like this- he would be able to see you.

For so long, heck maybe even a couple of years did Lawrence finally get to meet you.
Face-to-face.

But what made him stop?

What reason would it be for him to stop dead in his tracks?

Why? Well it's because he never knew that he would see YOU like this- in a state where you have killed one of his men.

You would've never knew that he is also a part of this wretched of a foundation.
   (If not for you strolling your way out of your cell and ended up in the rooftop)

Serving as one of the agents that work here in this hell hole.

And you are no different from the possible anomalies that wreck havoc upon their gain, so no matter how much you would try to put it that way- compatible wouldn't be the word for the both of you.

The said agent glared at you.
Gripping unto his rifle, ready to shoot when necessary.

Faint gunshot noises resonated from below as you stand there with all your glory, a corpse not far from you that lay lifeless.
  
  
"[Your name]... I didn't expect to see you here."  
   Slightly fumed Agent Lawrence,
  
but no matter how much he tries to sound like he's taking this seriously, there's a part in his voice that hints sadness to it, and even trying to compose himself as if he would tackle you in a hug or so, due to the fact that he finally get to see you for so long.
  
  
   "Neither do I, but here we are."
You spoke softly.
  
Lawrence silently stare at you.
Eyes travelling around- from head to toe, as if beholding your new appearances.
  
   
"You... you've grown so much.
The first time I met you, you used to be a cute kid with a frail- looking appearance, but now- you're ravishing as ever, grown into a fine (young) gentlemen as you are."

   Lawrence beamed, recalling the previous times before the incident.
Soon followed by a deep sigh, avoiding your numb and piercing gaze.
His ears held but a warm shade of red, averting away through your sight- feeling flustered just by glancing at you.
  

    
   "Don't get cute on me, Lawrence."
You responded, lips curling.
 
   "Remember what you're here for, thus im certain that you didn't only come here to see me, no?"
  

As if on cue, he straightened his posture, cursing under his breath for being distracted.

His purpose as to why he was here in the first place is to contain you back, not praising you when you killed one of his men.

And might I say- that he would have to try his hardest to restrain himself from slacking out of orders.
  

   "And besides aren't you here to recapture and bring me back to my cell?"
You added, your voice laced with venom as you speak.
  
  
"I- what?"
    Completely baffled by your words, his hands slowly slipped away from the trigger, catching him off guard as you continue.

    
   "Don't you work with them?
So why should you waste your time interacting with an 'anomaly'?"
   
    
"[Your Name], I- I can't do that.
I would never, ever do that."
   He stammered.
Clearly not believing a word you have just said.
  
He had gotten the chance to finally see you, an unexpected reunion- but all you could ever utter is to encourage him to contain you back. But why?