S.C.P 049 X Non-binary Reader

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     The door was very large, and ominous. A small dragging noise could be heard from inside the room. I glanced at the men behind me, and they looked back at me calmly.

    "396-D. Approach the door and enter." I nod hurriedly, walking to the door. It opened and I took a deep breath. I walked in and the door slammed. An electric buzz could be heard as the door locked. I liked around the room. It was mostly empty, but sitting in the corner was a large hunched over figure. It seemed to be dressed in a sort of plauge doctor get-up. The figure seemed to notice me very quickly.  

    "Well hello good...." the figure spoke in an old fashioned voice that resonated throughout the small space. I gulped, feeling my throat tighten with anxiety.    

    "Who?- Who are you? You do not seem to have the disease...."  the figure spoke. Its voice resonating through the small room. It still sat in the corner, and although it was still sitting, it looked very tall. 
  
     "Um my name is Y-y/n..." I said, trying to shuffle farther away from the thing.
 
    "Y/n? What kind of name is that for a doctor?" The figure stands, unfolding to it's full height. It seemed to be about 6'3, and it was dressed as an 18th century plague doctor.

    "W-well I..." l look away from the figure, trying to think of an answer.
     'Didnt the doctor say that this thing could be dangerous??' I thought, glancing back at S.C.P 049.
    "W-what disease are you talking about?" I ask, looking into the S.C.P's mask.

   "Well the Great Pestilence of course." It looks at me quizzically.

   "Great Pestilence? Like the plague?" I ask, looking up at the menacing figure.

   "Oh but where are my manners. I am most commonly referred to as S.C.P. 049. How wonderful to meet you." It said, bowing in a swift, yet polite manner. I smile nervously, feeling almost wanting to vomit. The intercom above us shouted out commands.

   "Your time here is over. Your cooperation was needed. Thank you 396-D. Exit the room." I jumped, and walked towards the door.   

    "Wait a minute! You ar we going to leave without saying goodbye?" S.C.P 049 said, their arm stretched out to me.

   "U-um..  I guess one goodbye wouldnt hurt...." I walked back to the S.C.P as it reached for my hand. Just then I remembered what the doctors and said about this specific S.C.P.   "It's touch was almost certainly deadly to any human being." It grabbed my hand before I could even scream. Expecting some horrid, and unimaginable pain, I flinched, turning my head to the side. I clenched my eyes shut, but nothing happened. 049 pressed the tip of its mask to my hand, almost as if it was trying to kiss my hand.

    "Goodbye Y/n... I certainly do hope to see you again, for your visit was most pleasant..." it spoke in a hushed voice as the door to its cell was opened rather harshly and I was ripped from it...