Cartoon Cat x Male Reader (SCP AU)

｡˚ Chapter 2 - God hates me ˚｡

The shrill sound of your alarm ripped through the silence, jarring you awake. You groaned and blinked against the dim light of your room.

Another day at the Foundation... you thought, dragging yourself out of bed. You moved through your morning routine on autopilot: brushing your teeth, running a comb through your hair, getting dressed, and giving a quick glance at your reflection before heading out to breakfast.

You'd chosen a plain white t-shirt today, and as you walked down the spotless halls, you noticed how it blended almost seamlessly with the sterile, gleaming white walls and floors of Site-19. The stark cleanliness of the corridors always struck you as odd, considering what went on here. With all the bodies piling up and the endless flow of people, you'd expect the place to be stained a permanent shade of red by now.

Arriving in the cafeteria, you were greeted by another unappetizing meal. Today's offering looked like it had already been digested and regurgitated multiple times. With a sigh, you took your tray and made your way to a table where Bella was already seated.

"Good morning, Isabelle," you said, sliding into the seat across from her.

"Mooooorning," she stretched out the word with a long yawn, her voice heavy with fatigue.

"Slept well?" you asked, eyeing your plate full of limp, soggy vegetables. There was no way you were touching that.

"Not really," she sighed, poking at a cucumber slice on her plate with her fork.

You speared a carrot with your own fork, chewing thoughtfully before asking, "Seen Andy anywhere?"

Bella shrugged, clearly as unbothered as you felt about your friend's absence. "Probably overslept again."

You nodded, unsurprised. Andy was infamous for missing breakfast, though today it might have been a blessing—no one in their right mind would want to eat this. You almost felt bad for him, but knowing Andy, he'd manage to grab something later.

"What about you, Y/N? Sleep okay?" Bella looked up, her pale grey eyes meeting yours as she abandoned her half-hearted effort at eating.

"About as well as anyone can on those goddamn beds," you grunted, frustration slipping into your tone. Bella let out a small chuckle at your comment.

With breakfast behind you, you exchanged brief goodbyes and headed off to your assigned tasks for the day. You'd been given the job of updating the documentation for SCP-100, which meant you were headed to one of the writing rooms in the office wing. You grabbed a laptop from storage and made your way to the workspace, walking quickly through the labyrinth of Site-19.

As you passed by the entrance to the containment cells, a flurry of activity caught your attention. You paused, spotting Dr. Chloe Skeldon, a high-ranking scientist, and Dr. Clive Meskill, a senior researcher, engaged in an urgent conversation with two members of the Foundation's task force. The task force—those responsible for capturing and transporting SCPs—rarely interacted with the scientific staff unless something significant had occurred.

You hesitated but couldn't suppress your curiosity. You took a few steps closer, positioning yourself just out of sight but within earshot, folding your laptop to make it seem like you were occupied.

"When was it brought in?" Dr. Meskill asked, notebook at the ready, poised to capture every detail.

"Earlier today, sir," one of the task force members replied. "Captured near an abandoned mall in Chicago. Location specifics are still classified."

"And how did you manage the capture?" Dr. Skeldon asked, her tone calm as she pushed her dark green glasses higher on her nose.

"Well..." the task force member hesitated, glancing at his colleagues. "It wasn't exactly a capture, ma'am. It, uh... handed itself in."

Both scientists exchanged a look of surprise.

"It handed itself in?" Dr. Meskill's wide blue eyes locked onto the task force member before he began scribbling notes furiously.

Dr. Skeldon stared at the force member. 

Dr. Skeldon leaned in slightly, intrigued. "Does it speak?" Her sharp gaze made the task force member visibly uncomfortable.

"I'm not at liberty to say more, ma'am," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "You'll have to write your own report on SCP-34570."

With that, the task force members made a hasty exit, passing by you as you pretended to be engrossed in your laptop screen.

You looked up cautiously, still curious about the two doctors' reactions.

"This could be a breakthrough," Dr. Skeldon said, eyes bright with excitement. "If it's sentient and willingly came to us, it might actually be an asset."

"Indeed," Dr. Meskill agreed, tying his long blonde hair back into a ponytail. "We need to assign someone to this immediately. I've got my hands full with SCP-106."

Dr. Skeldon crossed her arms, thinking for a moment. "What about...?"

Your pulse quickened. You were one of the few researchers without a permanent SCP assignment, and you knew that meant you were on the radar, especially since you were nearing a promotion. You silently prayed they wouldn't say your name.

"Dr. Kaelar?"

You exhaled a sigh of relief.

"No, he's already been assigned to SCP-2662 as of yesterday," Dr. Meskill replied, rubbing his tired eyes. "We need someone else."

You tensed up again.

"What about Dr. L/N?" Dr. Skeldon asked, turning to him.

Meskill's face lit up. "Yes, he's available."

"Perfect," she said, satisfied.

No, no, no, no, you thought, burying your face in your hands.

"Shall we inform him now?" Meskill asked, fiddling with a loose strand of his hair.

"Let's," Dr. Skeldon replied, already heading toward the entrance—where you happened to be standing. Panicking, you closed the laptop and hurried toward the nearest office section.

Running won't help, you thought miserably, knowing they'd find you soon enough. Defeated, you turned around, and—of course—there they were.

"Ah! Dr. L/N! Just the person we were looking for," Dr. Skeldon said, smiling.

You cursed your timing under your breath. "Oh, Dr. Skeldon, Dr. Meskill," you greeted them, forcing a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"You've been assigned an SCP," Meskill said flatly, catching you off guard with his bluntness.

"R-really?" you stammered, mentally screaming.

"You will now be the lead researcher and caretaker for SCP-34570, classified as Keter," Dr. Skeldon announced, adjusting her glasses.

Keter class? Your heart sank.

"Don't worry," she added, noticing the alarm in your expression. "You'll have full protection during any interactions with the entity."

Before you could even process the news, Dr. Skeldon tugged at Meskill's sleeve, pulling him away. "We'll send you the updated schedule," Meskill called over his shoulder as they left.

You stood there in stunned silence.

Keter class?

Keter class?!

KETER CLASS?!

That's it for the second chapter! I hope you enjoyed it—no Cartoon Cat yet, but stay tuned for the next chapter, where the real action begins! :)

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