Destroy Me (Doctor Bright x Reader)

Chapter 3

There were a few people eating in the cafeteria, mostly in small groups of three or four. Multiple people were also eating alone, as well. As soon as you walked up to the food serving area, a guy walked up to you, looking eager to talk.

"New guy! Come sit with us." You smile awkwardly, and agree. You grab some of the free food that the Foundation offered and followed him to where he was sitting with two of his friends. One of his friends was the man from earlier, who'd been sleeping in the break room. He looked at you and choked on his food.

"That's them! That's the person that was in there when it happened!" He said, pointing at you accusingly as you sat down. Caught off guard, you ask him what he means. The girl sitting beside him scoffs.

"This dumbass here is trying to tell us that Doctor Clef assaulted him in his sleep. I told him he's full of shit." She said. She was short, with long black hair. Her skin was a warm brown, and she was overall very pretty. You sit down and recount how you'd seen Clef stack cereal on his head, but that the only thing that could possibly count as assault was when he'd warped reality around them just to clean up.

The man crossed his arms, scowling.

"Oh, come off it Dave." She said, shoving him. "I knew you were full of shit. Clef and the rest of his weird ass pack of freaks that work here are all on thin ice. You know if he used his powers on anyone he'd be thrown into containment where he belongs." She turned her attention to you and held out her hand.

"I'm Clementine. That's Dave." She pointed to the man you'd met previously. "And that's Charlie." She pointed at the man who'd asked you to sit with them. 

You introduce yourself to them as well, and ask her what she meant by 'freaks' and that they should be locked up. She scowled, and the two men rolled their eyes. Clearly this was something they talked about often.

"Site 19 has a big problem, and I think we should be the group that finally fixes it." She said passionately. You ask her what she means.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean?' Are you not put off by the fact that most of the senior staff here are either SCPs themselves or are related to SCPs?"

"It's my first day here. Who all are SCPs?" You ask. She snorts.

"You met two of them today. Clef and Bright." You pause.

"Bright's an SCP? I thought it was just his necklace." She snorts.

"That's what he tries to tell all the new people so they don't get freaked out by him. He's a freak just like the rest of them. His information isn't even private!" You tilt your head.

"What SCP is he?"

"963. Immortality." You feel a jolt in your gut like you'd been struck by cold lightning. Immortality? Does he not age? Is that how he looked so young? You voice your questions, and she shakes her head.

"No, if it were that simple I wouldn't be as bothered. He steals other people's bodies." You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up as you look at the other two for confirmation. Dave nods, but Charlie looked uncomfortable.

"Look, Clem, I get where you're coming from, but at least while he's out he's doing some good, right? The O5s wouldn't let him work here if they didn't think he was benefiting us. She glares at him.

"How many times do I have to tell you-" Charlie groaned.

"Say it all you want, it won't make it true." 

"I'm telling you, his brother is an O5! He has a picture of him in his office, and when I compared it to the pictures of the O5 council they looked exactly alike, give or take a few years."

"The guy in his office is some weird ginger school shooter looking kid. The O5 you're trying to say he looks like is a badass old man cowboy. I don't see the resemblance, sorry."

You feel like you've been dropped in the middle of an old argument, so you listen in and eat. You didn't understand half of what they were saying. Clementine seemed to be under the impression that there was a planet-wide conspiracy involving Dr. Bright's entire extended family, but she honestly sounded a little crazy. Her friends were shooting her embarrassed looks. 

You thought back to what they'd said about Bright stealing bodies and shivered a little bit in revulsion. You wondered who's body it was that he was wearing. Did he choose an attractive young one to make himself seem more trustworthy?

For some reason, no matter how appalling it seemed on the surface, you couldn't find it in yourself to see Dr. Bright as malicious, even though you barely even knew the man. Despite what everyone else seemed to be saying, he seemed like a genuinely kind, if troubled, person.

You finished up your meal, feeling a bit forgotten as the others changed the subject and were playfully bickering about some embarrassing thing one of them had done. You discarded your trash and made your way to your new room.

There were apartments onsite, and you'd been assigned a specific room number. You paused outside of it, thinking about the irony of not only the SCPs being assigned numbers, but also the people that were supposed to look after them, before slipping out your Junior Researcher identification card and scanning it at the door.

Opening it up and turning on the lights, you saw that the small apartment was clean to the point of being unnaturally so. There seemed to be only two rooms; a bedroom and a bathroom, with the kitchen and livingroom being connected as though they were one large room. There was furniture, though it seemed to be only the essentials. A couch, a bed, a table, and a dresser. There was a T.V. on a stand in the livingroom, but the screen was dark and you got the impression that it hadn't been used in a long, long time.

The closet was full of clothes that you checked and saw were already sized to you. You checked the time and saw that it was getting late. You decided to take a bath. You were just getting undressed when your phone chirped and you jumped so bad you almost slipped and fell. 

You checked, and saw that it was from a blocked number.

[UNKNOWN]:

Hey. This is Y/N, correct?

YOU:

uhh yeah? whos this

[UNKNOWN]:

Doctor Bright. I was just making sure that your contact info was up to date. Plus, it's important to have a way to contact your boss.

You frowned, feeling a bit weirded out but not overly so. Mostly, it was still part of you that was deeply turned away from the apparent fact that the man was wearing the stolen body of someone else. You entered in Bright's contact name, deciding to ask for a contact photo at a more appropriate time.

YOU:

i guess so. i was just about to get in the bath do you need me to do anything

BRIGHT:

Right. Apologies. Hope you're settling in well. I'll see you tomorrow ;)

You feel your cheeks heat up. It was ridiculous, to get flustered by a simple emoticon. An emoticon, not even a proper emoji. He was definitely just being friendly, and putting a wink instead of a normal smiley was just part of how he was. 

It was a bit inappropriate of him to wink at you via text after you told him that you were about to take a bath anyways. At least, that's what you tried to tell yourself. Really, you couldn't help but dwell on the mental image of his pretty ruby eyes winking at you. Shaking your head to get rid of those pesky thoughts, you finish undressing and slip into the bath. 

Tomorrow, the first day of your new life would truly begin.