WARNING: This chapter may include violence and some profanity.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You had been put through so many tests... You are so sick of it. You sit in your blank cell, staring at the dull, light gray walls. You move slowly, as you are fatigued by lack of sleep. You had been tested with SCP-106 and SCP-173, but they never killed you. SCP-106's rot seemed to have no effect on you. You bled so much when you escaped his pocket dimension, you surely should have been dead, but no. You soaked the floor with your blood, screaming, writhing on the ground in pain, but you never died. The foundation was baffled.
After what happened with 106, they put you in the cell with 173, so they could see what would happen. You remember it so clearly. You wearily stepping into its cell, the tears your eyes shed as you tried not to blink, the harsh voice from the intercom telling you to turn around... As you did so, you heard a loud scraping, burning your eardrums. It stopped abruptly behind you and you tensed. It quickly shoved your head to the side, sending a stabbing pain through your neck and down your back. You screamed in agony as the anomaly did it again, forcing your head the opposite direction. You fell unconscious, but you didn't die.
Now, they want you to be tested with SCP-049. You knew from the other D-class its touch was deadly, and would kill instantly. There was a noise outside your cell door. "D-6547, you have 30 minutes before testing. Please get ready. Make yourself somewhat presentable this time." You groaned as you stood up, several joints popping into place. You brushed your hair and washed your face, helping you wake up a bit more. You put on that disgustingly bright orange uniform and wait for the guards to enter. They do, and they practically throw you out of your cell. All three of you began walking. The guard behind you began to speak. "D-6547, consider yourself lucky. If you don't die during this test, you will be classified as an SCP yourself." You sigh. Is that really better than D-class? I'll still be stuck in this shit hole. You never respond to the guard. You stop on the way to SCP-049's containment chamber and another D-class comes with you. They look to be in their early twenties. They are a scrawny looking male, with a few dark tattoos on his left arm. Short light-brown hair bounces and he makes his way towards you. You keep walking towards 049's cell with the other D-class in front of you. He keeps making sarcastic jokes and comments towards the guards. No one pays attention to him. The four of you pause as the guards open the cell door.
Before you were shoved into the room, you managed to read SCP-049. OBJECT CLASS: EUCLID. Not that it matters. Your head hit the ground and began to bleed slightly, earning an annoying snicker from the guards. You stay silent with a hand on your throbbing head. You didn't want to interact with the guards if you didn't have to. You look around. There is a small light hanging precariously from the ceiling. It is surprisingly bright and hurts to stare at, so you look away. There is a part of the room that is blanketed in darkness, and all you can make out is a dark figure. The guy who was originally all jokes is now shivering in fear. He is clearly trying to put on a brave persona, but it isn't working. "Oh my, yet another victim of the disease." An almost robotic voice states, sending shivers down your spine. You glance around nervously and see 049 slowly making his way to the other D-class, who has backed himself into a corner. 049 begins to speak again, "Do not be afraid, I am not trying to harm you..." 049 gently touches the other D-class on the arm, and he falls to the floor. 049 turns to look at you. Both of you stare for a moment before he says, "I am having trouble sensing the disease. I will cure you just to be safe." He walks to you and you back up instinctively. He places a soft touch on your arm but nothing happens. You sense his confusion as he taps you again, a little harder this time. The only thing his touch did was sting your skin, but even that stopped happening. "Strange..." was all the doctor could say.
A round of pain hits you from the side of your head, where you are bleeding. A drop of blood slowly drips down your face and lands on the floor. "Oh, dear... Let me fix that for you." He takes your hand, which leaves a light, involuntary blush on your face. He leads you to an exam table and asks you to sit. You do what he says, and jump up on the table. You feel him moving your (h/c) hair aside to examine the cut. He picks up a needle, some thread, and a solution for cleaning wounds. "This may sting a little." He says worryingly as he applies the solution to the slice in your head. Apparently, the cut was a lot worse than you thought. 049 steps back and tells you to be gentle for the next few days until it starts healing. You thank him and are called out of his cell.
There were different guards escorting you back to your cell. Again, one of the guards spoke up. "Nice job kid, you're an SCP. I heard you will be tested more with SCP-049. He didn't act as careless to D-class as he usually did." This guard seemed nicer than the others, so you just muttered "Thanks..." and walked into your cell. "Also, you will probably be moved in the next day or two to another cell. It will most likely be closer to SCP-049 because there's an empty cell nearby." The other guard said. You simply nodded in response as you walked into your cell. There was a sheet of paper and a pencil on the floor as a "reward" for completing the test. The door was closed behind you, startling you with the mechanical sound. You take the pencil and paper. "Some reward this is..." you speak to yourself. You begin doodling on the paper and get lost in your thoughts. Why don't I die? I'm not saying I want to die, but being like this is stressful. It hurts. Why was 049 nice to me? Just because I can't die doesn't mean I deserve the 'special treatment'. I got here for killing people, and he treats me kindly? You snap back to reality as you yawn, realizing you are tired. You look down at the paper and see a simple drawing of 049. You blush and curse at yourself while tearing up the paper. You swiftly flush it down the toilet and go to sleep.
You awake to a new uniform and a couple of sheets of paper at the end of your bed. You put on the new uniform and read the papers. One is 049's file and the other is what will change for you, as you are an SCP. you get slightly better living conditions and the ability to request things. You will, however, still be testing with 049. You get ready and the guards open your door. "Come on, SCP-6547. You will be tested with 049 by simply interacting for now." Great, my number didn't even change. You walk to 049's cell again with the guards. You feel nervous, but you can't determine why. I can't die, so why am I so scared? You and the guards reach 049's cell and you step in the room cautiously. 049 looks up at you. "What's with the new clothing?" He asks. You feel your face getting warm. "I-I'm an SCP now..." You reply, "I'm immortal." The doctor nods and he offers you to take a seat next to him. You two talk for a while until he asks you how you got here originally, as a D-class. You freeze. Then you shiver. Then your breathing shifts. You sob quietly, and try your best not to let him hear you. "I had- I had killed a few people... and... uh..." You begin to break down. "Hey... Hey... It's alright. I understand." He speaks, trying to calm you down. You begin to tell him everything that you've hidden inside the depths of you mind from other people. "I-I killed them. I've blocked it out of my mind for so long. I can't even remember why I did it. I am so useless. I can't even remember the reason for something that changed my life. Now I am crying to someone about it. I'm so pathetic." You start you yell at him. "Tell me I am pathetic! Please..."
You look up at him. He has pulled you into a tight embrace and you didn't even realize it. You start to go on saying things like before, but he interrupts, "No. Stop." You continue speaking, you didn't hear him over your thoughts. He speaks a bit louder, "If you don't stop talking shit about yourself, I will make you." You again, couldn't hear him. He grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you close. You stop mid-sentence as he turns and shoves his lips against yours, and you close your eyes. You two pull away and you notice that he has dark charcoal skin below what his mask covers, where his lips were. You stand up and begin to speak to the scientists behind the glass, "I-I think the test i-is over..." before fainting onto the couch and landing in 049's arm which was outstretched on the back of the couch.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Well... What do you think? This story wasn't requested, but it is just something to show you what I can do and maybe you can use this as a standard for future requests that I may or may not get. Be sure to correct any errors I may have made, and I will try to fix them.
YOU ARE READING
SCPs x Reader (Discontinued)
FanfictionJust some SCP x Reader stuff. There may be profanity, violence/gore, and (though I doubt it) mature writing. I don't control what you read, so if you read something that says it may include these, that is on you, not me.
