You felt your fingertips press down the keyboard buttons as you endlessly wrote, sighing in the process and rubbing one of your tired E/C eyes.
You were updating an information page on some random SCP you'd never heard of before, sitting at your own staff room's meal table. You scratched your head, feeling a continual feeling of boredom. To be honest, you had thought of this job as a fun opportunity at first. But the non-stop writing of random SCP's was incredibly dull, as you had hoped for more entertaining work-tasks. This was an organization built on the intention of securing, containing, and protecting creatures and anomalies, after all. But alas, it felt like the same old missions and tasks every day. It was strange, whenever you got an actually important task, like interviewing an SCP or interaction, you couldn't help but feel a feeling of dread and fear. Though, when you got simple tasks such as updating an information page for an SCP, you caught yourself missing the adrenaline rush that you got whenever you got a dangerous mission. You exhaled in defeat, thinking that these mindless thoughts were going nowhere, especially not with updating this info page.
You looked around you, confused: *Where is that notebook I used yesterday?*
You heard subtle footsteps behind you, barely turning your head towards the sound source. In the doorway stood a tall and lanky figure, being covered in black fur. You suddenly sat up straight, seeing it was Cartoon Cat walking in the door. He grinned as he saw you, walking up happily and sitting down beside you on the right side, with you being closer to the wall.
"Heya! Doin' good?" Cat smiled, tilting his head at you.
"Hello, I'm doing good." You smiled back and continued to look around for the lost notebook.
Cat inspected you as you looked around, asking inquisitively:
"Lookin' fer somethin'?" Cat tried to figure out, and you hastily turned your head towards him:
"O-oh, yes. Just a notebook I misplaced somewhere..." You looked around again, kind of concerned at this point.
"Oh really? Where'd you last see it?" Cat asked, leaning his head on his gloved hand.
"I don't-" Your speech was interrupted by your own mind, thinking back to yesterday:
You remembered that you had worked on the same information page yesterday, but you had been exhausted and gone to bed, telling Andy to put away your stuff. Politely, of course. He had happily obliged to put away your stuff, which you found altogether the next morning (today), laying neatly on the table. Everything except that damn notebook.
You face-palmed, immediately standing up to search for the notebook, with notes about the SCP you were writing about scribbled all over the pages. There was no way you'd re-write all that again.
Cat looked confused by your sudden reaction to his question, figuring you probably remembered where you put the notebook. Little did he know, you had no idea where it was. You walked over to the shelves along the wall in the kitchen part of the staffroom. It felt weird that he would put the notebook there, but then again, Andy was not the most normal human. Neither was you, going to look there in the first place.
"Err... You findin' something?" Cat asked, puzzled.
"No... Wait!-" You were to answer, before you saw a bright blue notebook in the back of a kitchen drawer, very high up. A lot higher up than you could reach. You made a face, furrowing your brows at the too-highly-placed-for-your-height-notebook. You heard a voice behind you.
"Oh, there it is!" Cat said, just before inspecting you from top to toe.
"You need help reachin'?" You could spot a mocking smirk on Cat's face, and you glared at him:
YOU ARE READING
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...
