Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-106 x Reader | Chess

I don't know, man. I just don't. I tried.

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His hands were cold against the bare skin of your back. He was always cold but it never bothered you, always warm.

Your barely clothed figure lounged across his skeletal lap as your eyes followed his gaze to the newest pawn, stumbling through corridors blindly, choking back sobs and pleas for mercy.

That's all this was, a glorified game of chess. Most were just pawns, uninteresting and boring, rarely changing. Some pieces trapped here were more interesting, showed signs of promise. But like the pawns they too became trapped on the board. The pieces never played against an opposing team - although sometimes rivales for freedom. No. They played against god. The owner of this world who could bend and shift it to his will. He was a sadistic player, making the pieces suffer, showing them hope of freedom before locking them away forever.

You were a piece once too. But you had broken the rules, escaped the clutches of the god of this world. And the god had saw something in you. Saw your twisted mind was much like his and invited you into his throne. Invited you to watch the sick game of chess.

You happily obliged.

You were no longer a piece. But nor were you his goddess. You were his pet, a loyal companion who he held close to what was left of the husk of a heart he had. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You shifted so you were sitting up more now, arms wrapped around his neck as your eyes met with his. He quickly became distracted. The game didn't interest him nearly as much as his good little pet did.

His eyes looked less shrunken the more you stared, his body seemed fuller and skin lost the grey tinge to it.

In the real world he was rotted and decayed, a dead man walking. But not on his turf. Here he could be whatever he wanted. Here he was god.

By now his hand had moved from your back, trailing between your shoulder blades, fingers entangling themselves in your hair as he pulled you in close to him. You could only feel the heat of your own breath, hitting his lips before returning back to you. Why would a god need to breathe? Why would a god need to love? But he did, pulling you in and leaving you gasping for air by the time he had pulled away, gaze boredly flickering back to the new pawn, tripping its way into a trap.

His eyes then flickered back to you, gaze slowly moving across your form before he spoke, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Go play."

Your eyes fixated on your new trapped toy.