mcyt one shots that i write at 3am

SCP-14780

i don't know how to finish this but i like the idea

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In Tubbo's nine years of working with SCPs, this was a problem he had never encountered. Earlier that day, a creature they had contained was acting very strange - far off from what its records showed of its usual behaviour. It stood still in places for hours on end - where it would usually be pacing - and it looked almost... bigger than usual. At the time, it was rather concerning to Tubbo and his partner Tommy, who were currently tasked with monitoring SCP-14780 after reported concerns that they had previously underestimated its power. SCP-14780 was currently marked as Euclid, a strange creature that no one could explain. Its body was split perfectly down the middle with white fur on its left side and purple-black scales on the right, a long, thin tail with a huge fluffy end brushed the floor behind it when it stood, and pointed ears and big horns poking out from long, waist-lengthed hair colored with the same split as the rest of its body. SCP-14780 was discovered wearing a simple, black 3-piece suit with a white shirt and red tie, black and white gloves on each hand of the corrosponding colour and a golden crown atop its head. At almost 8 and a half feet tall, SCP-14780 towered over everyone at the facility, and proved very hard to manage when it came to doorways and reaching things on the ground.

It also proved an issue at 3:46am, hunched over to avoid hitting the ceiling while standing at the foot of Tubbo's bed, staring straight at him with glowing purple eyes. That was the first thing Tubbo noted when he saw it, considering SCP-14780's eyes were usually red and green.

"Holy shit..." Tubbo whispered to himself, trembling. He and Tommy had yet to witness any sort of violence or aggression from the creature as of yet, but there was always the possibility that they were wrong. He stayed as still as possible, keeping his eyes on the creature without making eye-contact - something that they had figured out it is not very fond of. SCP-14780 stayed completely still too, just continuing to stare. "How did you get out?" Tubbo whispered. SCP-14780 made its familiar purr-like warble in the back of its throat and cocked its head to the side. Then, it vanished into a puff of purple before instantly reappearing right next to Tubbo by the head of the bed. The boy yelped in surprise and jumped back on his hands, but the creature didn't seem phased. It just repeated the noise. "That is... remarkable, but extremely terrifying," Tubbo chuckled half-heartedly, "How the hell are we supposed to contain you now??"

SCP-14780 warbled again then stepped away, looking around the room for a moment before taking a seat on the floor beside Tubbo's bed. Tubbo watched it settle down, then lean its head to the side and produce an odd growling noise, then sat up straight again and nodded at Tubbo. Was it... trying to tell him to sleep?

"I can't sleep, it's dangerous. You need to be under supervision," Tubbo explained. It was quite clear that SCP-14780 could understand human speech, it just couldn't communicate back in the same words. SCP-14780 appeared to frown, then stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed. Tubbo watched very closely, and fearfully, as the creature climbed into the bed and sat beside him - suit and all. It lay down then patted the pillow, Tubbo eyed it warily and slowly lowered his head down onto the pillow.

"Nothing about this is right," Tubbo muttered. SCP-14780 vwooped in response and its eyes glazed over - symbolizing its eyes being closed despite the lack of eyelids. Tubbo would watch it now, to make sure it stayed fast asleep. He wouldn't sleep that night. He couldn't. He had to watch the excaped creature.

But then again, he must've done, for Tubbo woke up at 8am the next morning to an empty bed beside him. Now, that should've been normal and he could've passed last night's occurrence off as a weird dream, but no. For there, on Tubbo's bedside table, sat SCP:14780's golden crown.