Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-••|•••••|••|• x Reader | Shadow

Winter was easily your favourite time of year, dark, cold and crisp. Everything about it was just wonderful to you. Even the ice under your feet as you walked through the darkened streets, the only thing illuminating the night was yellow street lamps, making your shadow visible on the cold tarmac. Occasionally you smiled down at it, blowing warm air into your cupped cold hand, sending wisps of warm air through the cracks in your fingers.

It was late to say the least. But nighttime was the best part of the day in your opinion. And you weren't at all scared of the dangers that came with it. Even the man with the knife. Who leapt our of nowhere causing you to jump back and slip on the ice, ending up on the ground staring up at your assailant who was demanding money.

"If you don't hand it over, lady. You'll get hurt," he snapped angrily, making sure she could see the knife.

"Wait. Wait!" you exclaimed, hand slowly moving towards your pockets where your valuables were kept.

"First, I think you should know about the shadow behind you. He's big, dark and scary, with tentacles too."

The man whirled, only finding thin air behind him, only angering him more, "You think this is a game, bitch!?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you. He's probably hungry," you shrugged.

And then the man lunged at you with his knife, only to find his body wouldn't move. Held in place by shadowy ribbons.

And your shadow moved. A shadow you had since you were a child.

It had came to you on Halloween night. You were a stupid kid, willing to risk anything on a whim. Including your life it seemed. And when you had heard of the ribbon monster you hadn't been afraid. It was like Bloody Mary or Charlie. And you were going to prove it. Except you were wrong.

It appeared. He appeared. Now under any other circumstances you would have been taken into the shadows. Never to be seen again as the story went. But you weren't. And to this day you couldn't understand why. He never said. Well, he never said anything. You had been curious, touching him, tangling yourself in his shadows like it was a game. That night you liked to think you had become friends. And your bond only strengthened throughout the years. He came when you called him, no matter what. And now wasn't an exception to this.

He looked over your assailant, barely moving as his shadows swayed in the light breeze.

The man let out a scream, but it was cut off, ribbons entangling him. Absorbing him. And moments later your shadow, and the attacker were gone.

You stood, brushing yourself off, feeling a tendril reaching out to help you. You could only smile up at home gratefully.

"My hero," you grinned, standing on your tiptoes to give him a thankful kiss on the forehead, even then he had to bend down slightly, making a happy humming noise.

And with that, he was gone. Out of sight but not out of earshot.

And if anyone were to come across a slightly disheveled girl that night, they would have probably thought she was insane, telling her shadow about her day.