╰┈➤ ❝ ["What if i told you that you're in the SCP universe?" - UNKNOWN] ❞
In this story, you (Y/N) are pulled from your (not so) normal life into a world full of strange familiar creatures. As you navigate this new reality, you find yourself, unable...
Note: If you're ever wondering, why did this fanfic suddenly update now? Maybe because I got the motivation! Woo! So sorry for the delay 😭 I'll try to make up for it with a sketch of the characters right after you read this long chapter.
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. ✩ (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚙𝚘𝚟: ✩ .
I lay in bed Feeling drained and weak. Seeking distraction. I turned on my phone/laptop and watched/read some SCP. As I delved deeper into the content, a strange sensation began to build in my head. I quickly turned off my device and lights, staring blankly at the ceiling in an attempt to fall asleep but couldn't due to my excitement and curiosity.
One more...
Suddenly, I felt a bit lively and reached for my device again. But just as I opened it, a burst of brightness blinded me.
Shit! I forgot to lower my brightness.
I opened my eyes again, and here I was suddenly lying in a bed, but somehow, the lights didn't blind me. The room was quiet, the only sound I could hear was the soft hum of the lights and generator.
Where am I?
I blinked at the ceiling, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The stark white walls and sterile smell confirmed I was in a medical facility of some sort.
Why am I in the hospital-
I turned my head and froze, my eyes locked on the figure across the room. The man in the blood-stained lab coat, someone I was familiar with? was preoccupied with his notes, completely unaware that I was awake. The page crinkled slightly as he flipped it over, his pen scratching against the paper in quick, deliberate strokes.
"Agent..." he murmured under his breath, his voice low and detached. "Has a schizophrenia due to SCP..." His words trailed off.
Suddenly, a rush of fragmented memories surged through my mind, overwhelming me.
I remember being in my b̴̳̹͒͋͊ḙ̴́̀̋d̵̰̮̾͛͠r̵̦͆̚o̷̳͝- this place where it seems like a (mental) hospital.
I remember being confused.
I remember having a conversation with Dr. Clef and Dr. Glass.
I remember, both of them calling me an It and D-24680.
Rubbing my head after the sudden surge of memories, the movement caused Dr. Glass to look towards me. the slight movement caught Dr. Glass's attention. He looked up from his notes, his expression softening into a reassuring smile. "Ah, you're awake," he said gently. "How are you feeling?"
