Plagued (scp-049 x reader)(CANCELED)

Approach

"Please approach scp 049." The loudspeaker went off in your ear and you flinched... It was this guy. The last thing you wanted to see, the very last thing, but what were you to do, why were you being subjected to this? Oh right, you were nothing more than a toy to them. "Fine." You mumbled, and took a few steps forwards. You were shaking, shaking out of pure fear of the spinning pain you were about to endure though this scp.

The doctor looked back at you, he raised his head and then spoke, "I smell a strange illness... A very strange illness..." He then started to aproach you, but instead of standing back, you walked towards him too. "Yes. I'm sick. Cure me doctor." You hissed, knowing the bullshit he was spouting endlessly. He moved towards you and his hands touched your cheeks, you found a burning pain in them- your body was melting. "No! Stop it!" You screamed, your body endlessly regenerating and degenerating, your bones visible though your cheeks one moment and then not, this was hell, this was suffering. "Hush... I am the cure..." He whispered to you.

"Then cure me! Kill me! I don't want to be here!" You screamed, you could hear the firing squad approaching, this was out of whack- you were too dangerous, you were going to be terminated. "Kill me or they will!" You begged, and as the squad aproached, they all suddenly flinched when you felt your body shift.

You were suddenly behind the plague doctor, he was standing in front of the firing squad, and you were behind him safely. What the hell...? You felt your face finally form back to normal and then you heard gunshots, then men falling and dying. You closed your eyes and fell to your knees- you were terrified. You were going to die.

"You are my patient now and I will cure you. You have nothing to fear." You looked up to see backup being called and you let out a cry of terror, then blacked out as you felt his hands picking you up.

You woke up later- it was all dark and groggy. This room was padded, nothing made sense. You found that the world was odd- and then you saw the mask. He was here. He was looking at you with unblinking eyes. A rather terrifying gaze. "My patient... Are you well?" You say up and screamed and ran for the door, only to see there was not a door for you to go to at all- you were a trapped animal. And there was only a window that showed workers looking in. You looked back at the doctor and then let out a helpless sob of terror. "Leave me alone! Please! I'm begging you!" You whimpered, only for him to touch you and then release, finding that his hand caused damage but then healed. He tilted his head and looked into your (colour) eyes and touched your head, you screamed in pain and he retracted. "I'm sorry." He said flatly, and didn't seem to more forward to touch you after that. He just stared, he stared at you. You looked back with a shaky expression and about to cry, but you didn't. You knew you had to be strong if you were going to face this monster. "What is your name, My patient?" He asked softly, and you shivered. "My name is (name)... Why do you care? Why are you hurting me?" You huffed, finally standing up above the doctor, remembering your immortality. He couldn't really hurt you. "Because you are sick. I must cure your disease. And now you and I are together."

"I'm not sick. You're hurting me. Just get away from me!" You yelled, shaking. He reached out again and then touched your face and you screamed in pain, but he didn't let go- but you realized this was a motion of sort of calming but it wasn't like that at all, this was torture, this was pain. "Stop... Stop.... I'll be your patient! STOP!" You screamed at last, and he pulled back, smiling under his mask. "Good, welcome to my ward (name) ... The doctor is in." You gulped as your face regenerated, shaking.

This was going to be bad.