Warnings :Mild Cursing , also (not rlly romantic, more fluff)
•Swamp Love•
I walked through the foundation, I was a scientist. I wasn't a newbie at all, no no. I have been working here for 10 years. Today, I was assigned to an SCP of the number 811. Yesterday I was assigned to the nightmare , Lily and SCP 106. I could barely get them contained. Lily has a strange force of power she calls a "stand," and 106 is just an asshole. I looked at the sign marking 811's containment chamber, I wasn't that scared considering she's a Euclid. I wondered why she's called "Swamp Monster," it's quite intriguing if I do say so myself. I watched from above, seeing her in containment. She was a beautiful woman, I'll admit that.
"D-class, please enter 811's cell." I said over the intercoms as I hit the 'open door' button. The D-Class walked in, cautious. I heard 811 hasn't been fed in over 16 hours, which means she is hostile towards humans. I observed as the D-class took a few steps forward , and suddenly got ambushed by 811! I watched in amazement as 811 ate the corpse of the D-Class. I wrote everything down on a notepad next to me. I closed the door to her containment cell.
811 looked at me and tried to smile. I smiled back, wondering how a hostile creature like that can be so cute. Ugh, what am I thinking?! I can't like an SCP. That's against foundation rules! Why would I like a swamp monster anyway? Hmph. I walked to her containment door from the observational room. I had a co-worker open to doors for me. 811 stared at me innocently. I walked over to her, contemplating if this was a bad or good idea. I gave her my lab coat, and she giggled out of happiness. "You're so fucking adorable, you know that right?" I asked.
She tilted her head, smiling out of confusion. "You can't understand me anyway." I told her .
"Yes, I can." I heard her. I gasped , turning my head to her. "...thank you, for the coat." She thanked me. "Keep it, alright?" I suggested. "..okay, bye.." she said.
I walked out of her containment, my black turtle neck sweater comforting me in these cold halls. Everybody near the containment area stared at me like I was some ghost. I turned to them.
"Oi,what's the big deal?" I asked, weirded out by the staring.
"How did you.. survive 811?" John, my least favorite co worker asked.
"I don't know, now shoo." I told him in a sassy tone, as I left the room. I immediately went to the break room , grabbing some coffee.
"Today was out of the ordinary." I said as I sipped my coffee.
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