The quiet never lasted long.
Not with Cat. Not with the Foundation lurking in the background.
You had spent months convincing yourself that you were safe—that you had gotten away with it. That as long as you kept your head down, as long as Cat stayed hidden, you could just live.
But the universe wasn't that kind.
And neither was the SCP Foundation.
It started small.
A lingering glance from the cashier at the grocery store when she scanned your items. A man standing outside your apartment complex for just a second too long before walking off. Your neighbors suddenly looking too interested in your comings and goings.
Cat noticed first.
"Somebody's watchin'," he muttered one night, perched on the fire escape outside your window in his human form, black eyes scanning the street below.
You frowned, sitting up on the bed. "What?"
"Had a fella tail me when I went out earlier. Nothin' sloppy—Foundation men don't do sloppy—but I caught 'em."
A sharp chill ran down your spine. "Are you sure?"
He gave you a flat look.
Right. Of course he was sure.
"Think they know it's us?" you asked, voice lower.
Cat exhaled through his nose, shifting slightly. "Dunno. But they suspect."
You bit your lip, mind already spinning.
It had been nearly a year since you left the Foundation. Since Cat escaped with you. Since you severed yourself from that world and did everything in your power to stay severed.
You had changed your address. Gotten rid of old contacts. Stayed off social media. Lived a quiet, boring life in a city where nobody knew your name.
It had worked.
Until now.
Three days later, a letter arrived.
Not in your mailbox—no. That would be too normal. Too easy.
Instead, you found it inside your apartment, sitting neatly on your kitchen table. Cat wasn't home when you saw it, which meant whoever left it had been inside while you were asleep. Your blood turned to ice.
With careful fingers, you unfolded the letter, scanning the crisp, typewritten words:
Y/N L/N,
We are aware of your involvement in SCP-34570's disappearance.
Do not run. Do not hide. This is your only warning.
Expect a visitor soon.
No signature. No threats, but it didn't need them. It was already a warning.
You gripped the edges of the paper, staring at it. Your pulse pounded in your ears. It wasn't explicitly saying they knew.
But it was close. Too close.
The door creaked open behind you.
"Love?"
Cat's voice was low, alert. You turned to see him standing in the doorway, his human form looking eerily still. His eyes flickered to the letter in your hands before drifting back up to your face.
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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...
