Containment Breach: Hearts In Lockdown (Female Creatures X M! Reader)

Prologue

Y/N's Pov...

I've made peace with the fact that I wouldn't last long here. After all, D-Class personnel don't exactly retire with a pension plan.

We're disposable-thrown into containment cells with the deadliest creatures this world has ever seen. Most of us don't make it past the first experiment. If we do... well, we're just living on borrowed time.

The door in front of me loomed, thick and cold, covered in countless locks and warnings. Behind it was something-no, someone-I was meant to "interact" with. Containment Protocol 109.2: Familiarization Through Contact.

That's what they called it. It sounded clinical, sterile... but nothing in this place ever was. I tightened my grip on the rusted door handle, my heart hammering against my chest as I braced myself.

What could be worse than facing a creature that could kill you in a heartbeat?

Maybe... facing one that doesn't want to...

A couple days ago...

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Stealing from a bank wasn't the hardest thing I'd ever done, but it was definitely the dumbest.

My name? That doesn't really matter anymore. These days, they call me D-626. That's what happens when you mess with the wrong people-people like the SCP Foundation.

I wasn't always a "test subject." I used to have a life, a purpose... sort of. I grew up in the streets, a juvenile delinquent. Stealing car parts, hacking crypto profiles-anything to make a quick buck. Sometimes I even did something good with the money, you know?

Helped out people worse off than me. Like that time I hacked into a bank and funneled a few million to a children's hospital.

At least, I was going to... right up until my life got turned upside down.

The bank I targeted? Turns out, it was funding something much bigger than I ever expected. The SCP Foundation.

I barely had time to move the funds before my house was stormed. Tear gas filled the room, stinging my eyes and burning my lungs. I could hear the shouts, the heavy boots crashing through the door. Next thing I know, I'm staring down the barrels of rifles, and then... nothing. I blacked out before I even saw their faces.

When I woke up, I was here. In an orange jumpsuit, wrists cuffed behind my back, sitting in some dimly lit room.

Cold metal table in front of me, and me strapped to a chair that felt like it was bolted to the floor. Across from me was a man in a suit-calm, collected, like I hadn't just stolen millions from under their noses.

"Do you know what you've done?" he asked, not even bothering with pleasantries.

Of course I knew. But I played dumb, kept my face innocent. "No idea what you're talking about. Must've been someone else."

He wasn't buying it.

"You've got two choices," he said, leaning in just enough to make sure I caught every word. "You can rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life... or you can offer yourself for certain 'experiments.' You do that, and when it's all over, we'll set you free."

Yeah, right.

I laughed-nervous, sure, but what else was I supposed to do? They had me cornered. I didn't believe for a second that I'd walk out of here, but what was the alternative? Spend my life in a cage?

"So, what's it gonna be?"

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Well, since I'm here telling you about it, I guess you know which option I picked.