2 days had passed, and you were getting comfortable with your new living quarters. These days, you and the others have gotten closer, including Cat.
Right now, you had just eaten lunch when you got a mail from a certain Dr. Derick Walsh, or Dr. Walsh, and your computer made a: "ding!" Sound, and Louise, sitting in front of you, asked you:
"How's it going with your work?"
Louise was the only one left in the living quarters, (excluding Cat), due to her having to write a report, and she was allowed to do that there. You yourself were going to check your schedule, before getting interrupted by the email from Dr. Walsh.
"Err... Just got an email from Dr. Walsh saying.." You read the email:
NEW EMAIL SENT FROM:
Derick Walsh ()
TO: Y/N.L/N@Gmail.com
SUBJECT: SCP 34570 meeting SCP 999.
Good day, Dr. L/N. I have been instructed to arrange a meeting between your SCP, SCP 34570, and my SCP, SCP 999. The orders come from Ms. Jessica Dunn, the official organizer for most of the SCP interactions. The meeting will take place in SCP 999's containment cell in 20 minutes. Please ensure safe transport for SCP 34570. I initially requested force members, but it appears SCP 34570 is sentient and cooperative with you. For more details on SCP 999, here's the link to its report:
Sincerely,
Dr. Derick Walsh.
Having read through the mail, and gave Lou a quick summary:
"Apparently an SCP interaction has been organized between Cat and SCP 999..." You said, looking up at Louise.
You knew about that SCP, almost everyone did. It was a pile of.. slime? It was incredibly wholesome and easy to work with, and it was seemingly immortal, making it popular to arrange meetings with, especially with Keter SCPs. It gave everyone who touched it a sense of euphoria, and it really liked candy. You dreamed of the thought of not having to "take care" of an overgrown cat that constantly teased you and sometimes even flirted. Though... The thought of the SCP foundation without Cat had grown to be sadder and sadder.
"Oh! How nice, I've heard of that SCP back in site 32. When I worked there, I was always jealous that site-19 had more interesting SCPs than mine. Eheh.." She blushed, embarrassed at her admitting her jealousy.
"Well, hopefully, you'll enjoy it here more now." You stood up from your chair, closing your laptop. "I've got to go get Cat for the meeting."
She nodded. "Good luck with that," she said, smiling knowingly. You smiled at her and waved goodbye, heading to Cat's room.
You made your way down the hall, heading toward Cat's containment cell. By now, you were so used to calling him "Cat" that seeing the big label outside his door—SCP 34570—felt odd. You opened the door and found him standing on his hands, clearly bored.
His face brightened as soon as he saw you, flipping effortlessly onto his feet. "Well, if it ain't my favorite human!" he greeted, smirking.
"Wow, handstands and French? You really are a man of mystery," you teased, raising an eyebrow. Cat's grin twisted into something more playful.
"Bet'cha couldn't do it if yer life was on the line, love" He giggled mockingly, gesturing with his hands.
With your ambitiousness and competitive spirit, you nearly went and stood and your hands as to shove it in his face, but you only had 20 minutes to get to the meeting, so you were kind of in a hurry.
"Yeah, yeah, save the sass. We've got a meeting to get to," you said, motioning for him to follow.
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Cartoon Cat x Male Reader (SCP AU)
RomanceYou are Dr. Y/N L/N, and you are a member of the SCP foundation. You happen to be one of the middle class researchers at the foundation. But you have never had any assigned scps with a higher rank of euclid, and apparently your cheifs seem to be FIN...
