SCP-049 X Reader - Untouched

Chapter 1

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||049's POV||

Please do read the content warnings. And again: this story is BASED ON and is a sort of a "fan sequel" to Untouchable (with the permission of the original author).

Also, this is ongoing. Just about any chapter is subject to be edited, revised, or even rewritten. I am a busy person and may occasionally need to take time away from the story; I am dedicated to finishing it.

Published 9/12/22

This chapter was last edited on 9/24/22

I am considering a rewrite.

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  My eyes creep open as I feel an alien yet familiar sensation in my bones, like a large stack of iron, was taken from my chest. As well as an average soreness in my neck.

  Glairing down I find you leaning onto me, a calm expression brightens your disheveled face. I am reminded of how much disarray that explosion left us in. On us is a disrupting dirty color palette cast on our clothes. With obvious burgundy stains which mark us both.

  My eyes fixated on you, and that loud orange garment you still donned steals my attention. Ironic that it looks the way it does. It reminds me of dungeon garbs from my time. That's the perfect word for that place, isn't it? A dungeon. A place where you leave undesirables so they'll be forgotten.

  I wonder where they kept you? What did they feed you? Did they put you in one of those stretchers or any other devices? How is a prisoner treated exactly?

  The thought cannot escape me now. That garb... it's a mark of our imprisonment. We must replace it, first because of the branding on it. Second because it's filthy. And third because I'm sure you'd rather something with more personality to it.

  Lifting my head from the stone wall and onto yours, I notice that circular symbol embroidered onto your back, the same one which was on all the doors. It brings me back to those hallways. The times we were at threat, injured, lost- and yet: I can't help but value each moment we shared, like when I had first slipped into unconsciousness by your side.

  Curious; I've only ever slept when I was with or near you. There is something within me that comes to a relaxing ease when I'm in your presence. And I won't pretend I don't know what this is, it's love. Your [color] eyes, the features of your face, even your mannerisms, it seems I retrace this often, but truthfully. I cannot get over it.

  Though still, there was always that aura to you. Not a normal one, but a magnetic one. Similar to what I feel when near an infected individual. But you're clearly not infected, of course, it's something far different.  I'm not sure that attraction explains it.

  Snapping from my thoughts I note again all the visible trauma I couldn't keep you from. I have gone over this to myself before. But now that we're gone it makes me feel guilty.

  I want what is best for you, and will make it so.

  Idly and in silence, I linger still in your loose clasp. a sudden low sound describable only as a growl verberates through the small cave. Curious, I look behind me to the slumbersome wilderness. It chimes again. This time lighter, from behind me, near you...

  Steering my gaze with small worry back in that direction it becomes obvious that it is coming from your stomach. I chuckle to myself for having thought it'd be something else.