White walls SCP x reader

you either die a hero

Y/n POV

It had been only a day after I defeated Ippy, well technically the shy guy helped but who keeps track of such things? I'll be checking up on the plague doctor and 682. I trusted him to not go through with a containment breach when I gave him the AI, so I hope things go well. meanwhile I'm stuck in a seminar room listening to Dr gears give a speech to new foundation recruits about what I am not allowed to do at the foundation. "Number thirty-seven, Y/n is not allowed to put on plays with scp 035 nor is she allowed anywhere near it. Number thirty-eight Y/n is not allowed to let SCP out of their containment cells and declare the day a skip day. Number thirty nine scp 682 is not a horse if she is seen approaching its cell with a saddle an alarm is to be raised and the site is to be evacuated." he just kept going on and on about all the things I'm not allowed to do. I yawned a bit and scratched my side as he continued. "number forty just because something is strong and typically cannot bleed or be injured that is not an invitation to try and make it do so. Also, Doctors, MTF and security are not meat shields we have D class for a reason." he squinted at that one and looked up to the crowd.

"Please do not use D class as meat shields, it seems someone has modified the document slightly." he said in a monotone voice as I was smirked a little bit knowing I would have to smuggle in some beer for bright. "number forty-one. Dr Jack bright is not a walking training dummy please refrain from stabbing him at random intervals and whispering tag your it." This was where I got bored again and left by cutting open the locked door crawling through it. "which brings us to number forty-two, she is not allowed to make doors simply because walls are in her way and the door did not open fast enough." Gears said pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The last thing I heard was what number forty-three was "Y/n is not allowed to cosplay as samurai jack and declare Dr alto clef Aku." I laughed at that one remembering Halloween. After walking through the white hallways with equally white walls I found myself in front of 682 cell. Before I could knock the door opened to reveal 682 talking to the oh so friendly AI. "Interruption. Identify source." it said as 682 grunted. "So now the robot speaks like a real robot?" I asked as the AI beeped. "Voice recognition complete. Engage greeting protocol three. Hello bitch." The AI said as 682 snorted. "Can you not teach him this?" I asked 682 as he rolled his eyes. "We have not seen each other in a long time. Leave us be for a longer time." 682 insisted. "if I leave him here any longer, they are going to know I hooked him up to a computer and stole a cart from the library." I said walking over ready to take him out.

"Until we meet again 682 remember our conversation." It said as the screen turned into an X. I unhooked him from the computer as 682 growled. "You humans are-!" I interrupted him by grabbing the cart and pushing it out of the room. "trash? disgusting? be more like the program and widen your vocabulary. Besides you love me." I teased jokingly as he groaned and sunk back into the acid. Once I left his cell I started heading back towards my own cell or rather my own room. Being so strong with the foundation not being able to do shit about it makes me top dog around here, especially since I saved the world! taking the elevator down I stepped out nodding my head to the guards who casually waved back letting me through. "able I'm back!" I said opening the door to see him sharpening his sword. "you have returned, how was your small trip?" he asked not looking up as I shrugged going over to my secret hole in the wall. I peeled back the metal and tossed the old A.I inside closing it back up. I opened the door and kicked the cart back out calling to the guards. "hey guys take this back to the presentation room!" I said before shutting the door. "able I'm going to take a nap. Do not try and stab me while I sleep." I said sternly as he held up his hand almost itching at the explosive collar around his neck which I secretly deactivated without him knowing. Aren't I a stinker? "I promise not to try and stab you while you sleep. Last time you cut off my head." Able mumbled as he continued working on his sword now in a foul mood remembering his loss. I smirked slightly and plopped down into bed taking my time in falling asleep.