This is for Pupcakemon. Sorry it took me so long to continue this story, it's currently 3AM and my school's shutting down for over a month due to COVID-19.
Your mother runs, you wrapped up in her arms. She's running from seemingly something or someone not visible to little old you. She runs, and runs, fuck, how many times do I have to say it?
Anyways, did I mention she was running? There she goes, 10 yards, 15, 20, 25, 30, TOUCHDOWN!
Your mom bodyslams you against the floor and begins to hype dance, feeling victorious. But then she died from an ISIS sniper. Whoops!
Through the scope, the sniper just to happened to catch a glimpse of SCP-096 for the convenience of the plot. It ran up to them and went "AGAHRJRJJEFJDK" *DED*. Padding back to where you were, SCP-035 emerged from the woods.
"Oh crap, look at this, bloody, albino, anorexic cracker!" The mask called over, kneeling down to you and scooping you up. "I really want to take care of this thing despite me previously causing the deaths of hundreds of personnel! I know once this thing grows up it'll have a fine af body to molest."
"Dude, what the fuck." 096 said, starting to light a joint of 420-J. It then walked away, 035 following.
"So, where to?" 035 questioned.
"I dunno, I just wanna smoke plant and masturbate."
"Aye, there's the 096 I know. C'mon, let's get going to care for this kid now."
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SCPs x Reader
FanfictionVarious SCPs x the reader. Not clickbait. Just kidding. It's clickbait. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS CRUDE, GROTESQUE, DARK, AND PARTIALLY OFFENSIVE HUMOR. The point of this story is to NOT offend anybody, but just to write chaotic and messed-up par...
