Self Loathing (Dr. Alto Clef x Reader) | An SCP Fanfiction

Drunk

Clef's POV-

(Y/N) looked at Kondraki and screamed, "Oh my fucking God! Clef, it's the King of the Boooterflies!" Pointing at Kondraki, as he merely looked at them with a bored expression.

"Are they drunk?" He asked.

"Yup. And that would be my fault." I replied in an amused tone. He looked at me in horror.

"What did you give them, and how much did they drink?" His tone was cautious, low and slow. I looked right back at him with the highly and thoroughly amused look on my face.

"Five cups of Tequila." He gave me a wide eyed look, then looked back over at (Y/N) who. . . was throwing up. Shit.

"Clef, I swear to SCP-343. What did you fucking do?" 

"I gave them alcohol." I replied.

"Yes, but why?"

"Because they asked." . . . He was silent. "Nicely." Then he started yelling.

"Why the fuck would you them alcohol if they have never drank it before!? I mean, come on, Clef! You should know a lot better than to give a lightweight, especially your own Assistant Researcher! You're supposed to be nicer to them, not give them this shit!" 

"Relax, Boooterfly King, I'm fine~!" (Y/N) Intervened, slurring on their words. I looked at them and smirked when they blushed and laughed manically.

Yeah, (Y/N) got drunk. They aren't fine, they've been drinking for the past three days on their break. When I went to check on them, I found them laying on the ground. Passed out. With their dog on their ass. Literally, their dog Bruno was sitting on their ass. Just sitting there, looking at me and not moving. He's a weird mutt.

Back to the point, I need to get (Y/N) to Dr. Glass for their appointment. I can't do that while they're drunk. 

"Come on, Sweetheart. We're going to Simon." I told them, grunting as I picked them off of the floor they were sitting on. They groaned.

"But, Cleffie! I was fine sitting. . Can *hic* Can you just drag me?" They asked in a slurred and whining tone. I sighed.

"No, I'm going to carry you there. Let's go." They whined and groaned all the way to his office, when I sat them down in a chair, they slid down and plopped on the floor.

Simon looked very confused. I wouldn't blame him, they had gotten drunk. I didn't give them any alcohol, I was merely joking. . and lying. They had gotten into my stash. Okay? Now get off my back about it.

"Okay, they're here for the 2 o'clock appointment, why are they drunk?" He asked, pointedly.

"They had gotten into my stash." I replied, telling the truth for once. He looked at me, looking very distraught. 

"And why the hell did they get into your alcohol stash? Why the fuck do you even have a fucking stash?!" He started. (Y/N) held up a finger.

"I-*hic* can explain, good sir!" They yelled. Both mine and Simon's attention faced towards them. They went on to explain. "I-hehe- have been feeling veeeerrrryyy not so nice lately. So, when I felt a BIG wave of sadness come over meh, I went to the office found his Alcohol and" They cut themselves off. 

"Well, then. I guess we can say they are about to develop a drinking problem if they don't stop. They have Depression. But, why-" 

"And I drank it." They finished after cutting off Simon. I started to chuckle. "But why the fuck did I fucking drink it? Aren't the MTF's supposed to make me fucking stop? Or something?" They trailed off about fucking and drinking. I started full out howling in laughter at their nonsense. 

"W-why are you laughing, you piece of shit?" I started laughing even harder, tears brimming my eyes.

At the corner of my eye, I could see Glass chuckling silently.

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(Y/N)'s POV

Everything was fogged. My mind, my sight. I could only hear whatever nonsense I was saying, yet I couldn't think about it. It felt like forever till I completely black out. It felt nice. I didn't feel a heavy burden on my chest, or body. 

A little while later, I wake up in a room that is definitely not mine. I sit up, only to have a major migraine hit me. "Owie. . ." I mutter under my breath. I sigh and look to my side, only to see a giant mass.

Then it hit me.

I'm in Clef's room.

What the fuck did he do to me? I don't feel any different.

"Lay down, and go back to sleep. You were drunk. And no, I did not fuck you while you were drunk. I may be cruel, but not that cruel." His words were slow, yet lazy. I nodded, his voice seemed soothing to my ears, any other noise would have killed my head.

I felt the bed dip for a moment before feeling arms wrap around my waist. "Ya could have just told me how you were feeling." I got confused. "Glass told me you have Depression. He diagnosed it." I started to tear up.

"I-i'm sorry. ." I told him softly.

"Don't be. This was my fault, not yours." He replied. I started to sob, making my head hurt even more, which resulted in even more pain filled sobbing and so on. After half an hour, I started to calm down and drift off. "I'll never let you go." Was all I heard before I drifted into dream land.

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Word Count: 912

Author Inspired: oXEndlessXo

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry this one's a bit short, and I'm sorry it's a bit late. I've been having writers block, but yeah. Anyways, I'm probably not going to be able to update as quickly as I use to because of school. Sage testing is coming up, and I need to be prepared for that. When sage testing comes, I will tell you all as soon as I can, and I will have to take a break from this at least once a week while I'm testing. I also need to figure out what other ideas I should do for chapters, I know this book is moving a little faster than I anticipated, but it's still going, unlike some of the other books I tried writing. Anyways, if you all want to hear what my voice sounds like, you can look up my YouTube Channel called; Dr. Avion Bright.

Anyways, I will see you all later. Bye!