Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-049 x Reader(Male) | Fascination

"SCP-5062 please step into the containment cell," a voice over the intercom called out in a monotone voice. Begrudgingly you obliged, only because of an armed guard pushing you inside forcefully. You didn't fancy being shot today. It was an unpleasant experience.

You grumbled curses under your breath as you walked inside the dimly lit cell, squinting to see a figure in the far left corner, sat down with their knees pulled up against their chest. As the door slid shut behind you their head slowly moved towards you in an eerie sort of fashion, glaring at you from behind what you could only describe as an old plague doctor mask from medieval times.

"Approach SCP-049," the intercom sounded, the security camera in positioned above the door behind you only getting a cold stare in response.

The faint sound of the intercom turning back on was followed by a short moment of hesitation before a rather unimpressed 'please' ensued.

"Is this one dangerous?" you questioned, taking a careful step forward, "I mean they're all dangerous but is this one especially dangerous?"

There was no reply and you sighed, of course they would make you do something like this. And the creepy plague doctor wouldn't stop staring.

"Hey," you waved slightly, taking another step closer. He seemed to be evaluating you.

"I don't want to be here. And I don't think you really want me here either so... let's just get this over with, yeah?" you tried only to have him tilt his head at you. Did this thing even understand anything you had said.

"You appear to be have the disease," he stated simply and stood with a loud sigh. You felt sort of insulted, it wasn't everyday some weird plague doctor said you were diseased.

"Hey, listen, I'm perfectly healthy," you insisted folding your arms as he approached you. He didn't appear to be armed or have any sort of weaponry. So he didn't seem like much of a threat.

"Trust me, I am the cure," he replied smoothly and you could only raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"You're the-" you were cut off as he reached out. Placing his hand on your bare forearm, sending a stabbing pain through your body.

Then everything went black.

Then white.

Then you the world around you faded into existence again, or rather you did. Blinking your eyes a few times to focus on your surroundings.

The plague doctor held a surgical knife in his hand, crouching over your corpse on the floor before looking up at the living you in confusion. He looked down again. Then up at you. Then down. Then up.

"Fascinating," was all he had to say, before reaching out and touching your arm again. You having to go through the same gruelling process.

"Why!?" was all you could exclaim upon popping back into existence, two of you now lying lifeless on the floor.

"How do you-" he reached out and immediately you stepped back.

"Oh no no no," you shook your head, "You're not doing that again. You can quite frankly fuck off."

He looked quite taken aback at your use of language or possibly the fact you couldn't be killed.

"How intriguing," he hummed softly, paying now attention to you now and the what was once your body on the ground. The unpleasant side effect of dying was the bodies you left behind. And also the pain.

"And you do feel it, yes?" he questioned, not looking up at you and setting into what seemed to be an autopsy of your body. You had to turn away. It was fairly unpleasant to watch.

"The pain? Yeah," you muttered, the metallic smell of your own blood filling your nostrils.

"Are you a reality bender?"

Honestly you didn't have a clue what that was but you didn't think you were.

"I'm just the unkillable man. Cool party trick until I got hit by a car in broad daylight only to reappear seconds later," you mumbled, glaring up unimpressed at the camera.

You just wanted to get out of this dump. Dying really took it out of you.

"Truly fascinating," he mumbled again.

"You've already said that," you pointed out, pursing your lips in an unimpressed manner, "What exactly are you."

"I'm a doctor, of course," he seemed very sure of that, you didn't.

"Doctors don't kill people. It's usually the opposite," you glanced down at your rapidly decaying bodies. The room was starting to smell.

"Doctors cure people. If many people have an infectious disease, certainly this disease must be exterminated."

You raised an eyebrow, looking unconvinced as you stared at him, "That's not how it works. What's this disease anyway?"

"It would take far to long to explain to a mortal like yourself," he hummed in amusement, head tilted slightly.

Now you were intrigued.

"I got time."

However you really didn't. After starting to speak to quietly for the microphones to pick up the researchers called it a day, half dragging you out of the cell against your will. You weren't a small man, but the trainer guards had no problem pulling you away.

"I'd like to meet again," he said smoothly as you were dragged out the door, "It was a pleasure."

Then the door slid closed and the guards dropped you to the ground with a heavy thud. Despise the dull throne of pain you stood, brushing yourself off with a slight grin.

"You're not to bad yourself doc," you muttered to no one in particular. Needless to say the strange doctor didn't leave your mind that night. You didn't think her ever would.