You opened your eyes as a white room jetted into view. You glanced up at the black ceiling, which had a bit of an asphalt overlook. You turned your feet over the side of the bed and placed them on the white tiled floor with a *Clack*. You glanced around nervously. The bed you'd been sleeping in for who knows how long wasn't very appeasing, nor was the room in general. You glanced over at a small desk placed next to your bed. What seemed to be an important file or document was lying on the desk, tilted at an odd angle. It bothered you a bit. You picked up the paper and read it.
SCP
Secure. Contain. Protect.
Orientation Leaflet for the Class D Personnel
On behalf of the SCP Foundation and our staff we welcome you to
an exciting one-month working period in one of our top-secret
research facilities. Unfortunately the exact details of your
upcoming work assignments are highly classified, but please read
this document carefully to make your stay as safe and pleasant as
possible.
Each of the Class D Personnel has been given numerical
designation. Your personnel designation is
D-9341
Please memorize your designation, as the staff will use it to refer
to you for now on.
During your stay, you will be taking part in various testing
procedures. Some of them can be extremely dangerous if
appropriate precautions are not taken. This is why we need our
full cooperation at all times in all circumstances-our highly trained
researchers and scientists know how to minimize risks and ensure
the safety of the personnel involved in testing. If you fail to comply
with the instructions you are given, you will be sent back to your
term in death row.
If everything goes as planned (meaning that we have your full cooperation), you will be released at the
end of the month and you
will be granted an absolute pardon for all your previous offenses.
You placed it carefully back on the desk. 'What previous offenses?' you asked yourself, attempting to recall whatever you could have done. You couldn't seem to remember anything much aside from your name, (Y/n), and your age, (Y/a). You sighed, laying back down on the extremely uncomfortable cot-like structure. You stared at the black ceiling before closing your eyes, the slightest frown carved into your lips.
Your eyes snapped open and you jerked your body upright at the heavily secured black door shifted open. Two guards peered in at you. The guards wore a white, full-body suit with a black tactical vest overlapping their torsos. They wore black balaclavas and a black riot helmet with a yellow visor, obscuring any facial detail. They also wore black gloves and combat boots, with an FN P90 in their hands, both directed at you. Your eyes widened slowly and you flipped your hands into the air as a sign of surrendering.
YOU ARE READING
The Cure To A Broken Heart
Fanfic"The Cure To A Broken Heart" is an SCP-049 X Reader, and I'm pleased to have you here to read it. After a containment breach at the SCP foundation, you meet an SCP with a 15th-16th-century plague doctor attire. He ends up convinc...
