[Bloody] SCP x Tamer!Reader

5 - Bang! - 5

"Get rid of them," one guy commanded, to which all the guns went off at once. The blinding array of gunpowder lit up the dark halls, ironically beautiful like fireworks.

(y/n) expected excruciating pain all over, but couldn't feel themselves turning into a honeycomb. Maybe the demon's gift was pain nullification right before death?

After the gunshots had completely died down, (y/n) peaked an eye open. There was no pain, but they could feel something tightly wrapped around. Everything was white.

"Grrrg..."

'White?'

The next few seconds were a blur to (y/n). At first, Shy Guy had its long arms wrapped around (y/n) protectively, next he flew off to mutilate every MTF.

(y/n) just stood there frozen, dumbfounded at the crimson party exploding before their eyes.

When (y/n) came to, torn off limbs and strings of flesh decorated the hallway, Shy Guy's pale skin now a dark red. The creature just stood there, twiddling with its long fingers from a safe distance away. It looked, expectant? Embarrassed, almost.

"Grraa.." Shy Guy quietly cried, seemingly troubled between covering its face and sneaking a peak towards (y/n).

"...I've gone mad," (y/n) stated, thinking all this was a hallucination of sorts. But the stinging pain coursing up from their ankle told them otherwise.

"Urgh!" (y/n) cried, squatting down at the late arrival of pain. Looking down, a bullet had flown past their left ankle. Blood was oozing out like lava.

"Grr.."

"Holy shi-!" (y/n) yelled, surprised at the sudden appearance of Shy Guy right next to them without a sound. It looked down, entranced at the injured ankle.

"Grrah," it let out a growl before carefully putting a finger on the wound.

"Ack- Fuck!"

(y/n) pulled their leg back from the creature. Since when did Shy Guy have a thing for legs?

Shy Guy also seemed surprised by (y/n)'s wince, panicking left and right before patting (y/n)'s head.

Confused, frightened, and in pain, (y/n) eyed Shy Guy like a monkey dancing on clouds. In the creature's defense, this was the only gesture left in its memories to calm someone down.

Once (y/n) had "calmed" (which in reality was a loss of words from bafflement), Shy Guy reached towards the ankle again, this time placing his finger on the blood trail beneath the wound. He seemed content, having the blood flow onto his finger.

'So, the guy has a fetish for blood or some shit?' (y/n) questioned, bemused to the extent of sarcasm.

The two just sat there, still and quiet. (y/n) was purely perplexed, while Shy was happy and gleaming. The best observation would be to say that he looked fuzzy, almost high.

Then a lightbulb lit up in (y/n)'s head. They thought back to the time Shy Guy dug his claws into their throat. That was when he started acting odd and let them down. Perhaps...

"...my blood is a drug?" (y/n) stated. Shy visibly reacted at the word "blood".

"Okay," (y/n) dragged out, slowly crawling back. There was nothing to be sure of, but now they had a brief idea on this "bonus" from the demon - it had something to do with (y/n)'s blood.

Getting up, slightly wincing from the pain, (y/n) took a few steps in one direction. Turning back, they saw Shy following from a distance.

"...Why are you starting to look like a puppy," (y/n) questioned, turning back around to limp forward.

Whatever this situation was, it was better to have a monster bodyguard than be alone.

...Right?

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