The Change - SCP x Reader

Chapter One

You walk over to your computer, re-reading the files of the many SCP included in Containment Breach. You finish reading Shy Guy's file, and sit in your cushy swirl chair, opening the game and spinning once as it loads. Before the title screen appeared, you notice that something was off. The speakers were emitting a low hum, and the screen was a dark gray. The deep sound shifts in pitch, tone rising slowly. You sit, confused as to what the fuck was going on. Opening a task manager, you look at the percentages on the top, seeing zero for every single one, including the task manager. Your cursor pops up as you hover over the task manager, a spinning blue circle. Clicking once causes the tab to white out, and a small pop-up appears.

Task Manager has stopped responding.
   Close the program
   Wait for Task Manager to respond

Well that's unfortunate. Your only line of defence just fuckin died.

You stare in a pensive silence, considering your options carefully. (not really)

You click on the latter option, finding it to be the one that could possibly save this train wreck of a gaming session. The tab closes out, soon followed by task manager.

"what"

You clicked on the second option, you knew you did. So why the hell did it close? Sighing, you mumble out, "For fucks sake. Why in Za Warudo is a freaky ass ghost haunting my gotdamn computer? I've only seen this kinda fucked shit in mediocre creepypasta and fanfiction. Wait, don't the people get sucked into the computer in that shit?"

You facepalm, feeling like someone just threw you into the first episode of a terrible isekai anime. You stand from your chair and begin to walk out of the room sluggishly, dragging your feet. You begin to mutter things under your breath,   face blank.

"motherfuckin computer and it's stupid ass ghost... i just wanted to play a godamn game but what do i get? a freaky ass tone that is still fucking playing, and some major disrespect. I just feel like-" You stop moving, looking around and feeling eyes on your back. So that's why you never found the door.

"Am I in the Mcfuckin void? What the actual hell." You twist around and shout, "And who the hell is watching me-"

The computer was still gray, but a pixelated eye sat in the center, non-blinking.

"oh"

You stare at it, putting your hands on your hips and smiling.

"I'm so fucked."

You proceed to do finger guns at it, already accepting either death or becoming a main character. One is clearly more appealing than the other.

You walk back to the computer, staring it dead in the eye.

"Get fucked you stupid computer-gheist. Kill me. Do it. Let me die so I don't have to be part of this cliche-riddled story any more. Please. Just get it over with."

The eye widens in surprise with every word, clearly not used to someone begging for death. It's pupil contracts, and the eye snaps shut, white text appearing on screen.

You vision get weirdly fuzzy and for a moment you thought the font was comic sans. You focus and read the words.

I will not. You are far too valuable.

"son of a bitch." You mumble, looking at your hands with a face with the same energy as :/.

"Wait, valuable? The hell? You know who I am, right?"

Correct.

"Honestly at this point I'm just waiting for death, exposition from a computer ghost, or an event that allows me to leave this place."

None of those will be happening anytime soon.

Giving the computer a side glance, you pull your chair out and plop down on it, spinning a couple times before propping your legs up on your desk and sighing. You stare at the computer and begin to feel the boredom creeping in. Looking up into the blank nothingness of the air above you, you ask the computer a question.

"Do you have anything I can do, or am I just gonna sit here twiddling my thumbs like a jackass?"

The text disappears and the eye reopens, showing the pupil as a diamond shape. You just look at it, unimpressed.

"So what exactly is-"

A deep, smooth voice cuts you off.
"You have been chosen for this world based upon information of your likes and dislikes. Your caller has been selected from this world."

"What the fuck is a caller-"

"He is reaching out to you. Do you accept?"

You stay silent for a second before shrugging and exclaiming, "Beats this squid ink shithole, so why the hell not. Sure. I accept."

"You are now connected with your caller.  Your conscience will be detached from him, and you will have a different host. Your caller is waiting for you. Go now."

"How do I go? Actually, better question- Where do i go?"

"He is waiting. Do not make him wait any longer, he is growing restless."

"Stop playing the pronoun game! Who the hell is 'he'?"

"All questions will be answered in due time."

"Due time my ass."

"The world has accepted your presence. Goodbye Y/N, your caller is not the purest of hearts, so be wary."

"WHO THE FUCK IS MY CALLER-"

Your frustrated shouts fall on deaf ears, just like you were falling into the floor of the void. You let out an inhuman screech, fear clawing up your throat as you continue falling. A small shimmer below you quickly approaches, growing rapidly as the white envelopes you.

Your screams were cut off as you realize that you were falling... sideways?

"huh?"

You continue 'falling', soon slapping into an SCP and feeling strings form between you and the SCP.

Once getting over your major whiplash, you take a closer look at the SCP, seeing your least favorite one.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."