Stuck [SCP's x Reader]

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[Your P.O.V]
I woke up in a dirty white room. My head was aching really badly. I checked my surroundings. White dirty bed, white dirty walls, paint peeling, a rusty old desk, and a very dirty toilet.The place looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked at my outfit. And orange jumpsuit. I t was a little baggy, but it hugged my curves nicely. I still didn't know where I was. Everything in my memory from the past night was a blur. I walked around in my tiny room. I noticed a paper and a sticky note on the desk. I clutched my head in pain. Memories from the past night flashed through my head. I yelped a bit as tears started streaming down my face. I sat on my bed for a while and tried reading over the paper.
Once I finally calmed down I properly read the paper. "Orientation leaflet for...Class D..?" What's the fuck is going on... I read the sticky note. 'This is what you get- Unknown.' It was the man! I finally remember. He must have trapped me in the game. My thoughts were broken when I heard a clanking noise. My door opened. "We've got some work-...-who are you?" What was going on? "Are you deaf or what, I asked Who are you? Tell us now or we'll have to resort to...other methods of making you talk." He smirked. I quickly regained myself. "M-my name is Y/n L/n." I tried my best not to stutter. "Well starting today your 9341. Come on...We've got some work for you." Oh no.
The MTF led me through a variation of hallways finally stopping at an elevator looking thing. Wasn't this the game? Aren't I supposed to go to 173 first? I jumped a bit as the elevator thing started moving. Once it stopped the MTF escorted me out through more halls. We finally stopped at a room. I looked at the picture. It was SCP-049...My life is officially over...either I die by the hands of an SCP, or I die by the hands of my captor. The MTF quickly pushed me in with another D Class. He looked at me worryingly. we were both pushed in into 049's cell. I glanced back at the door already closed. Just my luck. "Greetings." We heard a sort of metallic, yet British voice say.
"I sense the disease in you." I turned back to the door not wanting to see him. Sure I fangirled when I saw him...IN THE GAME! I heard the other D Class scream in pain. Then silence. I curled into a ball in the corner as I heard heavy footsteps near me. "Interesting...I don't sense the disease in you..." He touched me, but nothing happened. The door quickly opened with guards and MTF's all surrounding me. "What happened?" I asked. A scientist, or doctor guy neared me. "It seems that you are not a victim of the...Plague." He said. I blinked in relief and confusion...and because I need to blink. "S-so...I'm immune to his touch?!" I was practically shaking with excitement. "Yes, that also means we'll be bringing you in here more often...Well if you don't by the...erm hands of the others." Now I was shaking in fear.
I glanced back at 049. I looked back in front me. I heard moaning then gunshots. "What was that?" I asked. "One of that bird faced cured patients. In other words a zombie." Well isn't that delightful. "Oh...that's scary." I shivered. "Trust me there's much worse in this place." My face paled. we finally arrived to my room. I looked back at the guard. "You know...your one of the first D Class to survive and be immune to bird face. Good luck in this place." He snorted. The MTF shut the door and I was left to the peace of my own company. I noticed a new sticky note on my desk. 'You weren't supposed to be immune to his touch...your special >;) -unknown.' I shivered as I realized I was supposed to die. And what does he mean by me being special.I laid on my uncomfortable bed. I closed my eyes into a deep slumber.[5 minutes later]
"Wake up we've got more work for you." I groaned. "Five more minutes mom." I heard someone chuckle. "In this place there is no mom. Now get up!" The man rolled me off the bed. I landed on my face. "Ow! You could have at least been gentler! I yelled. The MTF just shrugged. Seriously I get stuck in the game, I have a near death experience, I get five minutes of sleep, and my nose could have been broken. We walked to guess whose cell...yup 'my boyfriend' from the game. SCP-173. I sighed as i tried rubbing away the blood from my nose. A guard handed me a towel. Once it stopped I gave it back to him. He looked at it like it was going to kill him. I saw two other D Class men waiting. The doors opened revealing a dirty beige statue. He looked so much realistic up close. His cell wasn't any better. "Please step inside the cell." This was it the containment breach was sure to happen! I waited patiently for the lights to flicker. Nothing. "Approach SCP-173 with caution." Not yet? OK. The doors shut behind us. Still nothing. I heard the intercom start up again. This was it. "Try interacting with SCP-173." They demanded. What?! This is the part where the doors open!
I sighed as I tried so hard not to blink. "I'm gonna blink." Said the man besides me. I nodded keeping eye contact. "Ok, I'm good." he assured us. I went up to 173. He, or it looked so sad. Just hugging the wall like 'Tell me your secrets wall.' I just wanted to go up to him and hug him. I really did need a hug after all I've been through. I did the unexpected. I hugged it. Everyone gasped. "Are you crazy?! Get away from it!" I accidentally blinked and let go. Oops. 173 moved in front of another D Class. I closed my eyes as I heard a snapping sound. Bad choice. And yet no containment breach! Not that I want one...The other D Class shock in fear of being its next victim. It was kinda funny seeing a grown man scared. I tried stiffing a laughed and blinked. Again. Wow i'm on a role getting people killed...
I closed my eyes again not wanting to see. Snap. I opened my eyes revealing 173 next to me. I was scared now. "9341 keep eye-contact with 173 and come out of its cell!" Boomed the intercom. I shook in fear wanting to end it all. I closed my eyes. My last thought was 'I love you mom.' I was gonna see my dad after years of his death. I never even got to see him. Nothing. I heard scaping. I opened my eyes . 173 was in front of me. His arms around my tiny waist picking me up. It felt like a hug. I heard gasps all around. I hugged 173 and closd my eyes. I heard shouting and yelling. The cell doors opened. An MTF carried me out of 173's grasp. I waved goodbye to him as the doors closed. The MTF settled me on the ground.
"Are yo crazy! You could have died." He yelled. I flinched. "I-i thought you guys didn't care if the D Class guys died..." The MTF stood tall. The same scientist/ doctor guy came. "We don't, but you survived 049 and 173. We need you for our experiments." He spoke coldly. I shivered in fear of the things they could do to me. This was NOT like the game at all! The MTF's escorted me back to my room. I hung my head. I didn't like being here. Was that man like the BEN_Drowned of SCP Conatinment Breach, or what? The men threw me in my room once again. "Get some sleep...you'll need it." I could practically hear the smirk behind his mask. I found another note. Yay...not. 'Told you, you were special. -Unknown.' I crumpled the note up and tried sleeping. Darkness over took me, as I went into a dreamless sleep.