SCP x Reader Stories COMPLETED

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This is super short but THE FLUFF IS INSANE.

words; 1149

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You turned, fumbling around as you reached a nearby door. Praying to god as your fingers touched the knob and turning. It clicked open. You sighed in relief as it opened, immediately entering and shutting the door behind yourself. It has been 7 hours- 7 hours of hell since the breach had happened. You shuddered, remembering the screams down the halls only a few hours ago. You shook your head, clutching the sleeves on your arms. It was cold and dark. Sighing and sliding down the door, you had run into nearly all the escaped SCPs though- somehow you hadn't died. You looked down at your arms, blood and staining substance nipping at the clothing. 

You sighed and looked down, curling up on yourself and sniffing. The air was stale, it wasn't fresh, as if the door of the building had been opened for years. You sighed, muttering and wiping your cheek, only having to smear some blood. You had survived 173 much to your surprise, you had run into him on multiple accounts, however, doors are known to be lifesavers. 106? The old guy always creeped you out, him teleporting anywhere and everywhere at any time. You shuddered, remembering the tar-like liquid he left behind. Your eyes blinked, looking around the room. It seemed like to be some kind of office- a studio to record stuff. You got up, shivering from the cold. You approached a table which had hundreds of documents placed on top. Your eyes scanned over the papers, they looked like essays. Shaking your head, you turned on a lamp. Lighting up the room to help your tired eyes, and clearing any fears you had of the room. You spotted a chair, which you swiftly pulled over to you and sat down. Placing your head in your hands as your stomach rumbled lightly, remembering how you to keep yourself fed even through this hell. You found water easily, it was nearly in any office or work station.

Growling from the incoming pain, you waited, listening as you placed your forehead to the metal table. It hadn't occurred to you- but you hadn't heard the soft feet shuffling outside the door you had closed. You hadn't slept in what felt like ages- no wonder you were beyond disoriented. You quickly stood, turning only to see the door slowly open. Your breathing hitched and the wind caught in your throat, muffling your response. backing away from the door as you watched a large clawed hand wrap around the side of the door. You stopped yourself from shrieking, quickly looking away and towards a blank wall.

You listened closely, the footsteps entered the room, then stopped. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise, feeling something watching you closely. You looked down, tightly squeezing your eyes close. The feet approached slowly, more shuffling behind heard till they came to a halt behind you. You started to shake, tears prickling the sides of your eyes.  You shuffled, you couldn't walk forward anymore, almost pressing yourself into a corner. Suddenly, a soft but long clawed hand pressed into your back. You froze, now your tears spilling down your cheeks. You refused to open your eyes, you knew who it was. You felt the hand run up and down your spine, momentarily stopping to feel your hair that ran down your back. //sorry if you have s h o r t//. You couldn't understand what was happening, curling up on yourself till you reached the floor. The creature seemed to stop, hesitate. You heard more moving behind you before you felt the hand pet the top of your head, completely in a trance by your hair. You wiped your tears, starting to calm down from the shaking. If these were your last moments of life, you'd soak it up.

You slightly leaned into the warmth of the hand to your nearly numb and cold body. The creature was silent, observant. It was touchy, the creature was merely clingy. You felt a breath on the back of your neck,  warmness clinging to the skin. you were so cold, you were almost desperate to get warm, even if it meant to put your life on the line. You sobbed, sniffled. You opened your eyes, still facing the wall to avoid seeing any part of the creature. Only for two long arms to softly wrap against you and pull you close in an embrace. It sensed your distress, it knew you were sad, why else would you be crying? Your face flushed as you felt the warmth radiate from the creature behind you. Leaning into the new temperature, almost glad this thing had come along. The arms were almost so long they could possibly wrap around you two times.

You sighed, raising your hand to wipe away any more of the tears, you looked down, seeing the colourless grey and skinny arms temporarily made your skin crawl. The creature was quiet, listening to you calm down. It had been a while since anyone hasn't screamed at the sight of him, more or less the touch of his hands. He consciously tightened the embrace, knowing to save this moment as long as he could. It wasn't often he found others that would be willing to accept and would rather kick and scream which frustrated him. He wanted to help, why wouldn't they understand that?

It didn't take long for your body to feel warm and back to normal. Now seeming to help ease the tension that had eaten away at your senses and mind. You closed your eyes, leaning your head into the shoulder of the creature. A wave of dizziness and tiredness washed over you hard to the part you made a disgruntled mumble each reached the ears of the being. you hadn't slept what felt like days now, and the feeling of someone there watching over you didn't help either. Relaxing, and slowly falling into the state of sleep. 

The SCP felt your body slowly turn limp, momentarily frightening him that he had somehow killed his friend, only to be relieved when you still took long breaths and seemed to snore lightly. You seemed peaceful, long as you were, he was. You must have been tired, a human needs sleep to be healthy. No matter, he'd wait here till you woke, keeping whatever away to let you get a good shut-eye. For once in a long time, he felt happy, he had found a friend. Yet the fear of you seeing his face still crept around in his mind, but you were smart. He knew that all too well. You knew what to do.

He lowered his head and rested it on your shoulder, relaxing his thoughts. Guarding you as you slept, curing all possible reasons to why he'd cry.

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Sorry if it seems slightly inaccurate, I haven't written 096 yet and I have had taken a break from writing SCPs but ill make sure to post a few chapters here and there since I'm in the writing mood. Thanks for stopping by!