Mixed oneshots!

Squip'd Jeremy x Physic! reader

a/n aye ur an SCP and uhhhh ur scp-2288 (I know theirs already an SCP with that code frick them ok) Ur backstory: you stuck with Mr. headless then when he ran way u 2 were getting shot at, then you overused your powers an caused the earth to crack. Then when u 2 were picked up by Dr. Wondertainment. Then from there, you picked up by SCP corp. You had Ms. Physic on your inner right wrist. You wear a cream sweater and brown pants. 

~~~Your pov~~~

In walked an interviewer. "Hello." He said as he sat in the chair across from me. He set my file on the table, but there was something else there too. 

"Whats-" I began to ask, but I was cut off. 

"That's for later." He said.

I gave a quiet, "oh."

"Anyway, I have more questions." He said, glaring at me. I jumped, feeling uncomfortable... 

"Doctor, you are not to scare her." a voice said over the intercom. 

"Anyway, is there any others like you, in history or today?" He asked.

"Yes, the oracle of Apollo," I said nodding. 

"So, how about your mother?" He asked.

"Shes dead but yes she held it." I nodded.

"So have stories been passed down?" He asked.

I nodded, "Yes." 

"Then do you recognize this mask?" Then he held up a photo of the mask, (SCP-035) I let out a scream.

I became very  distressed, the story of that mask was passed down, see that mask will hunt me down, "I-is that in this facility?" 

He became very confused, "Yes? Why?"

"If it knows I'm here it WILL hunt me down," I said even more worried. 

"What?" He said.

"See in my family, we enhance its powers, it becomes so close to a god." The man's mouth dropped.

"Thank you." he nodded. 

"Can I go visit Mr. Headless?" I asked.

"Yes." He nodded as he headed out, I followed. I walked to Mr. Headless's room. Of course, I was let in by guards. 

I waved at Mr. Headless, "How are you doing?"

"Better with you here sweetheart!" He said.

"Awe you're too kind!" I said putting a hand my heart although he couldn't see because you know he didn't have a head... I sat down next to him.

"Can you describe to color red tome again?" He asks me.

I responded with, "When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in the bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves."

"That always shocks me, I find us quite funny. Me,  person why can't see and You a person who can see too much." He laughed, "Could you describe blue to me?"