SCP-035 x SCP-049 Oneshots

🌸Ethereal Encounter [Pt. 1]🌸

AN: Schedule has already deteriorated, ain't that fun T-T but I can't leave this dead so soon so hello :D
This is an AU where 035 is a conjurer and 049 is a spirit

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035 POV:

I sat cross-legged before the summoning circle I had prepared. A circle surrounding an hourglass with wings, drawn with sand onto my wooden shed floor. 9 candles sat spread out on the rim of the circle, unlit.

I had read many books on the spirit of medieval medicine. Calm, always focused on his work of curing. I was never quite sure what the Pestilence was -- and I did certainly hope I did not possess this ancient disease -- but the medicine of the past was not what drew me to construct the summoning circle.

Many a book I have read on all the demons and spirits I could summon, but I always found the well-dressed plague doctor alluring. No books mentioned any interest of love in the spirit, but I wasn't sure I could stand being in the presence of a spirit so handsome that I wasn't sure if I could survive an incubus version.

I also worried on the spirit not being pleased with my inky form. It is not something I am awful proud of, but I do what I must to keep a functioning host. I convinced myself several times before that medieval medicine was underdeveloped, and that death could not have been that rare of an occurrence, but I feared that the thought would be a great insult; and insulting a spirit is never a smart idea.

It is too late to turn back now however, I reminded myself. I already have everything set up. I grabbed the matchbox from beside me, lighting one. Each candle carefully had a flame transferred to their wick, I feared messing up the symbol. Once all were lit, I blew out the match and tossed it beside the box.

I took a deep breath before I began to chant. "La maladie et la peste sévissent. Je vous demande de nous aider. [Disease and plague runs rampant. I ask you to assist us.]" I repeated the phrase 1, 2, 3 times before sitting in anticipation.

I sat with no result for quite some time. But soon enough, the candles went out. Their smoke swirled toward the middle of the symbol. More of it appeared, swirling rapidly yet gently around the symbol. Some of the sand joined the swirl to where I could no longer see 2 meters from the floor up.

Everything soon dissipated to reveal a coated man with an elongated mask. "Apologies for my late arrival. I was not expecting to be called in," he spoke in a formal tone that had an accidental seductive effect on me. "Now, my assistance was needed?" He asked, gesturing to me before he realized the corrosive secretions starting to seep from the body I inhabited. He looked me up and down, and I would have been self-conscious if I wasn't already flustered.

"I know I look a little funny, you don't have to rub it in," I said nervously with a rude touch. I was afraid of upsetting the spirit, but then he began to cackle.

"You humans are quite strange," he got out between chuckles. "Even if you don't appear too human yourself. That may be a good thing though, for recently I haven't expressed too much interest in the species. So ignorant and Pestilence-ridden. I'm glad you are free of that horrible disease," he said, a smile apparent in his voice. It made me very nervous, and I would have been relieved to know that I did not have the Pestilence, but I was beginning to feel faint. The room started to spin and I stumbled over nothing.

"Dear, I feel dizzy," I admitted, propping myself up on the edge of the table nearby. "Excuse my behavior, I am not sure what came over me."

"I implore you to be more concerned," the spirit answered. "Your health is my top priority. You have called upon me, it is now my duty and utmost concern."

I smiled, hoping that the blush creeping onto my face was going unnoticed. "I will be alright."

"Faintness, redness of the face," the spirit noted down as he approached me. The doctor's hand swept aside some of the liquid and laid upon my forehead, making my face ever the more red. "Risen body temperature. As I suspected. You have a fever. I assume you have no leeches, so I shall simply find a sharp object and we'll go ahead and do some bloodletting." He excused himself and began to search the room.

My eyes followed him at first, buzzing about the room, until I almost threw up from all the movement. I meant to call out to him, but I feared the possibility of vomiting in the process. I tried to keep my composure, however the effort was in vain when my vision went black and I felt myself crumble to the floor.

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