Containment ( SCPs x child reader)

Fox

Mary Collins
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Mary was going insane, site command had denied her yet again in her request to work with or even visit any of the SCPs she had been around during the containment breach

0-5 'a had a maddening habit of making everything very difficult for her but this was just (redacted) fantastic

???: dr. Collins please come to wing C, your appointment with SCP 682 begins in 3 minutes

Mary had to run to the cell and looked at her assistant while she was doing tests and interviews with 682

Mary: ok 682, if you wouldn't mind let us start

682: (redacted) you!

Mary: wonderful start, just (redacted) wonderful, 682 it would make this far easier if you cooperated, the more you cooperate the faster I can leave and not bother you anymore

682: (redacted) off

Mary: do you think I (redacted) want to be here!? No! I (redacted) want to be with the child that I never should have brought to this (redacted) hellhole! It's my (redacted) fault and I want to fix it but the (redacted) (redacted) who do nothing but (redacted) and (redacted) are making me talk to you!

Everyone in the room stared at her and through one of the big windows she saw 682 lift her head up above the acid

Everyone was silent and worried about Mary, she only lost her cool when something was incredibly serious, she didn't even freak out during containment breaches

???; maybe you should make an appointment with dr. Powers ma'am, she works with that immortal guy and I've seen how it helped

She looked to see it was one of the guards

Mary: thanks, I need to go

She left the room and started to walk through the halls to the best place she knew to calm down, the doctor and the nurse, her best and possibly only friends other then mark, kaif and ebbz

Mary: what's wrong with me?

???: your all lonely, I can help with that

She turned towards the voice confused and instantly froze in fear when she saw the the nine glowing foxtails

953: surprised to see me dr.....

She had to look at Mary's name tag

953: Collins

Mary was freaking the hell out, nobody had been able to find 953, and Mary was particularly scared of 953 because......953 made her uncomfortable in weird ways, she blamed that on the scps mind altering abilities

953: come to me