Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-173 x Blind!Reader | Statue

I literally... can't. Idk. I tried. I know y'all wanted a part two but I couldn't. Sorry. Have a half assed... thing instead.

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She wouldn't look. Why wouldn't she look? They all did. All out of fear. Because they all knew what he was. What he could do to them if they even blinked.

But she didn't and for once the statue hesitated. He didn't have a name for himself. He never really needed one, names were a human thing and he was far from human. It was far from human.

But of course they gave him names, the statue, 173, and a few more crude ones such as shot stain. He understood their language. Most of them anyway. Some spoke in words he had never heard before. Few spoke in a language long forgotten.

But he could at least hear the words, echoing from the girls mouth. Well, that was a lie. The statue didn't have ears. But he could feel the vibrations of the sound, soft as it was. And to his surprise she still showed no fear. Only confusion.

"Hello?" she called out again, shifting back and forth from her heels to toes in a cutely impatient manner.

"Uhm, I'm sort of lost," she went into explain,"I'm really not sure how I got here?"

Her voice was soft but projected, as if calling out to something further away. Why was she even asking the statue such a question. It wasn't like he could even respond.

It mattered not, the creature out his curiosity aside and made towards her in the blink of an eye, the sound of scraping concrete evident of his movements.

And she turned, her eyes directed right towards him, causing the statue to freeze. He stopped only inches away from her, arms outstretched and ready to make the final blow. But he had to stop. Usually this would've been because he was seen. But not this time. It was quite the opposite. Her direct gaze would've stopped him dead in his tracks but the fact that she didn't see him did instead.

"Is someone there?"

She didn't see him. She couldn't see him. The statue had never stopped to consider that some were blind. He had never even come across a blind person. That, or he had never stopped long enough to find out. But now he had and he wasn't sure what to do. His instincts were to kill his prey, much like a lion's was to hunt. But he felt something of... pity. Or was that empathy. It was rare the statue should feel like this. Actually this would've been his first experience. He felt... warm inside. He wanted to protect this young woman. He was not quite sure why. Perhaps the thrill of the chase was gone, now that she couldn't see. Or perhaps some deeper instinct. Some deeper feeling than that. But today would not be the day he found out. Today would be the day he helped this blind girl.

He couldn't speak and she couldn't see. So he took her warm hand in his cold, hard, concrete arm and gently tugged.

"Oh?"

She sounded suelrised, unsure, but still lacked fear. He thought that strange of a human.

He tugged again.

"Are you... trying to help?"

He shook her hand up and down. Trying to I dictate a nod through this limb.

"Ah. Can you speak?"

He shook her hand left to right. This communication was t going so well.

"This seems like it's not going to be easy," she chuckled.

And the statue could only agree.