White walls SCP x reader

dueling deaths

(an authors note! well I've made a couple creepypasta, I worked hard on the stories and if any of you like please read them! they are more serious then white walls, but also bloodier for those who enjoy that! their called kitsunebi and spots of laughter! i would link them but have no idea how to do that so... my profile will have to do! remember to comment and vote if you enjoyed them! on with the chapter~)

So now I was sitting in a morgue with a man named lance, claiming to be someone from an organization called the serpents hand. he seemed nearly mesmerized by my armor examining me from a safe distance. "so, you need to find these three scp, stop them and then the world will be saved?" Lance asked as he sat on an office chair, rubbing his temples. "it may sound impossible, but if I do this right, I will be saving the future! not that I care about people, but they make some damn good anime." I clarified as he nodded walking over to a nearby door. "we need to go, there is a place you can go that will help you. a place even the foundation cannot reach." Lance said as he took out what seemed to be a medallion with an open book. "these were created with a sense of irony, but here let me show you that the foundation are nowhere near as smart as they think." he held the medallion up as a whole in reality tore itself open in front of us. "take this, and tell a man named Robinson you need to get into the library, hes blue." I gripped the medallion in my armored hand looking forward into the portal. "so, is he like smurf blue?" I asked seriously as Lance pushed me through the portal, which surprised me he must be much stronger than he looked!

I found myself in front of a massive white building, written on the wall were words I couldn't understand. "you make a library in who knows where, at least make sure there is material for us to read." I mumbled as the text turned into perfect English. "wanders library." huh well thank you. I quickly made my way inside and looked to see a blue man just like lance explained, his hair was done up in a ponytail while he checked some books with a scanner. "uh, Johnson?" I asked flashing the medallion. "Hmm?" Johnson asked as he looked towards me. "oh, dear that's Lances! all right hold on, why did he send you?" he asked as I walked over. "I needed some info on some scp that are going to be used to wipe out the planet." he gave me a look that without a doubt meant why didn't you start with that? "well, all you have to do is go inside, the space is too big for anyone to ever read it all but just call out what you're looking for and it will come to you if it's not in use." Johnson explained. "thanks papa smurf." I said giving a thumbs up as I began to walk away my armor clanking around me. "I prefer brainy!" he called after me as I wandered into the rows upon rows of books. books and, hieroglyphs? "all right, what to start with first?" I asked tapping my helmet. "tell me about, anything to do with the history of brook." the air around me became blurred as if I was waking up with bleary eyes, then a book appeared in my hand.

"this.... is my grandfather's journal." I sat down against a row of books, gently running my hands against the leather cover. I took a deep breath and could smell the scent of the exact brand of cigar he used to smoke. opening the front cover, I could see his name written in there, along with my horribly written name, man my hand writing was sloppy as a kid. he let me sign this before he died, saying it was going to belong to me one day. I slowly read through the book, the way he wrote like a grouchy old fart about everything made me laugh as I set my bag down, taking out the infinite slice of pizza for some relaxing moments. I read all the way up until world war two, when I found something interesting. I decided to read it out loud. "the war between the allied forces and those Nazi shit heads finally ended, but I was approached today by my general wanting to know about something I saw in the fields, a rumor among the soldiers about a beast that would loot corpses off the field, something massive and evil. I told him as clear as I could, general bullets and gas had no effect, I watched a man get picked up off the ground by one of those things, rivers seem to be the only thing it refuses to cross. after that he told me about something that was being put together, the G.O.C and apparently, they hunt and destroy things like what I saw, or try to. after seeing someone close to me get picked up like a rag doll, his screams haunt me. I'm not going to let any more men's deaths be lied about in a report."