SCP x Reader Stories COMPLETED

Meadows | 939 x Reader

Again, the song inspired this)

(// really bad angst, depression, insomnia, and swears. Read at your own risk //)

You glanced at your door. It never really opened unless you were being given food. You hung your head, staring out at the messy white sheets on your bed. You didn't know how long you had been in here, it felt like months though. You never slept through, having gone 4 days without rest was having negative feelings on your body. Depressed and just miserable as fuck. You could feel the dark bags under your eyes increase each hour of untended needs. You heard screams daily, you being in some super bad part of the foundation only increased your daily struggle. You were almost lucky though, you only had 2 breaches within the last month.

You swept your hand over the fabric, only stopping to feel the wet spot of your tears in the night you had. You huffed, looking at your palms. You swore you could pass out at any moment, but somehow you refused yourself to doing so.

"Hung pictures of patron saints up on my wall,

To remind me that I am a fool—  "

You heard footsteps approaching quickly towards your door. You were expecting them to go right past like they normally did but they stopped outside. You perked your head up, curious about why they did. You blinked, hearing a small click and a buzz as your doors slammed open. You were blinded by the light for a second but quickly adjusted. There were 2 guards standing there. You stood up and approached them slowly.

  "Tell me where I came from, what I will always be,"

You were dragged out of the cell and was given instructions on what to do. You only nodded, simply too tired to speak, let alone walk. They started escorting you to your 'testing' so of say. You looked up ahead, a long corridor was beyond your expectations. You didn't know how big this place was, and never really wanted to. 

  "Just a spoiled little kid who went to Catholic school."

You walked down the corridor with the guard in front and behind you. Passing the cafeteria as the smell of food wafted your nostrils. You wanted to eat and badly but knew you wouldn't be able until tomorrow. This only made your stomach twist, how could they. You slightly hung your head as you passed some higher-ups personnel like class B and C. They looked at you and jeered, only causing yourself snort at them.

  "When I am dead I won't join their ranks, 
Because they are both holy and free,"

The three of you passed them and stopped at a large door little ways down from your cell. You stiffened your shoulders, looking up at the blue camera that was above the door, staring straight at you. You held your gaze as you could tell when it zoomed and backed out. "Okay D-6433, this is a new experiment. We have built a small environment inside the facility to test how the SCPS would react and, well, how people to entered them." You blinked, unfazed by their words. "You are up against SCP 939, The one with many voices." You nodded. "so.. What do I do?" you muttered.