The Experimentalist (SCP-049 X Reader X Jack Bright)

Found

Content Warnings: Gruesome Descriptions, SCP typical violence, Reader Injury, Mental Health Topics, Self Harm Mentions, Dubious Consent, Sexual/Graphic Content, Body Horror.

      It wasn't always like this. You weren't always here; the here in question being this cold, dank cell. A single, small window cast looming shadows that tricked your mind into believing that there may be someone else there. A haunting silence was all that kept you company these days.

      Growing up, you were always fascinated with the unknown; your favourite things were. conspiracy theories. With an overactive imagination and a will to discover the foreboding mysteries, you were told you were destined for great things. You didn't find out until later, but it is extremely difficult to do cover ups.

      Ever wonder why they say the moon landing was faked? Well, it's not because it was, but not because it wasn't. There is an explanation for everything, you just need to look for it. That's why, you decided you were going to look for the things that were untold.

      See, the way they cover these things up.. it all has a pattern. Area 51, isn't just a military testing ground; however, it's not an alien prison either. Depending on how you look at it that is.

      You started journalism in your teens and your website was famous before you turned eighteen. You documented all the undiscovered and uncovered mysteries that even the most avid theorists hadn't heard of. To many a surprise though, you went into bioscience, and studied all the things that went bump in a corpse. Then, you went back to your blog, only to find the site was taken down.

      The error was one you had seen countless times again. A strange symbol. Ingrained into your head, you pushed all the obligations away. You knew what this was. You saw it on fences, on sites, on TV. This was the work of the foundation. Like you had hoped, they had noticed you. You were finally recognized by the place you can only describe as your very own macabre Disney World.

      Immediately, you worked on an email, sending in your resume with your degree and years of experience. They were going to bring you to the lab to become a researcher, someone who discovered the unknown and uncovered the mysteries of anomalous objects. They had to, it was your destiny to work there!

       Except, you never got an email back.

      You couldn't begin to describe your frustration. You searched endlessly to figure out a way to apply. You had to work there! That was your future! Alas, you couldn't find a single thing on it. No reviews, no journals. Nothing. Apparently, no one had been rejected before, which was utter bullshit in your opinion. There was no way you were the only one. Yet, there was no trace of there ever being a foundation, or even being a foundation employee. There weren't any numbers or contacts other than the one left on your site. You were just about ready to give up, until the perfect idea struck. How did you get them to notice you in the first place? Airing their dirty laundry.

      So, you leaned back in your chair, cracked your knuckles and began to do some digging. A few unresolved murders and a couple advertisements for some strange children's toys, and soon enough, the page was taken down again. The same symbol, the same contact, only you knew that this was not going to work. You signed each of your entries with your name and your email.

      You just needed to do this a couple more times to really get their attention. Then they'd have to contact you, ask you how you were getting this knowledge. After, you'd be set to go onto your dream career.

      It was easy enough, really. You had been doing this stuff for fun before you had started doing it for their attention. After a couple weeks, it was taken down again.