SCP Boyfriend/Love Scenarios

[Initiation: Scenario-1/SCP-087]

[Reader is Gender Neutral]

[This has a warning of a traumatic past experience mentioned but i dunno if it's traumatic or not based on the reader]

How do you meet?
"Do it. Do it. Do it!" Your brain chanted, bouncing on you like a trampoline. You, however, passed by the containment room of where the scientists called, "SCP-087-1", is. First off: Stairwells that have illuminated darkness at the bottom are not your cup of tea, but neither are those D-Class jerks. At the same time, you're curious about that specific stairwell. Many people bounced in and out, scared of what they had seen.

So, even the four-hundredth time, for the sake of 'facing your fears', you opened the door (by using the 05 keycard you stole) that led to the stairwell. Luckily, you're all alone in the area. Is it luckily or unfortunately?

Once you got into the stairwell, the only sound is you walking down as the door closed behind you. No matter how many times they warned you, you are risking it for curiosity. The further you go, the darker the area gets. That's when you heard a child sobbing. Fuckitfuckitfuckit fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckit!

You turned to head up, only to notice that the way up is much farther than it is down. How the hell did that happened?

"Help me." The child murmured, getting your full attention. You stared down at the darkness, seeing a void that could lead you to only one consequence: Death.

Still, you stared at the darkness. Still, you didn't move. Still, you could remember the voice like it was your own. So you sat down and opened your mouth.

"Hey... Are you alone? Are you hurt? Did someone use you? Or are you someone who lost their kid?"

The voice began to soften. Maybe the last question is the answer. You waited for the person to speak us, but you continued talking. "I had a younger brother before... Before that bastard did something to him." You blinked, getting teary-eyed, "I was in jail for killing that monster, but he deserved it. People don't know what controls them when they're around the innocent. When they think, they love, they say and do dirty things to them just because they have nothing more than young people to toy and lust over, no matter how much they'd been abused themselves, they should know self-control--" You felt your cheek being held by something cold. You looked up and saw a white face staring down at you. The way to tell the eyes and the nose are the grey shadows outlining them. They had no mouth, per say. But you could hear a voice.

"You're not Alone."

His Thoughts/Feelings for you.

A happy family have the greatest despair. The more you love, the heartbreaking when you lose them. My child, my wife. Everything I have, turned into a thin line that slipped off between my fingers, making me lose sight of which is light. Before I was brought by these... Fools. My fears shifted into forms that cannot escape. Nothing. Nothing is that fear.

Then they asked me. Other than any of those personals or scientists that are foolish enough to venture into nothing.

"Are you someone who lost their kid?"

I looked up, seeing them looking down with tears on their eyes.

I rushed over and held their cheek as they cried about their story of their younger sibling. How horrible that the loving family the child had burst into anguished fear as a disgusting man put himself in. The look on their face, however, reached out to me as surprised and sadness. Not fear or confusion.

Just as I wiped their tears off, telling them that they're weren't alone... The door burst open, and an armed man grabbed them by their shoulder and dragged them out. NO! I grabbed their feet, pulling them close to me. Haven't those idiotic scientists know what I had been going through?! They screamed as the armed man lost grip and tumbled out the door before I shut it tight. I held my companion close, wishing to never let go. They cupped my cheeks, which they tried to find, and leaned towards me, crying to never let go.

[To Be Continued]