One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

SCP Host x therapist reader (Easy to talk to)

"The foundation was in shambles. The blaring lights startled and distressed many of the SCP's who were residing at the foundation. The focus shifts to the SCP HOST, who sits on his 'bed', his eyes bleeding heavily through the pre-provided single use bandages. The HOST mumbles to himself as he tries to keep control."

Down the hall, the foundation's only therapist attempts to calm the resident SCP's. "Guys, I know this is not like you. You're all better than this," the therapist begs as the various SCP's prowl towards them "Everyone is to return to their cells, immediate. I will not ask again guys." The therapist backs up as they notice the loud, incoherent mumbling coming from SCP HOST's cell. They knew the consequences of if the HOST lost control, they couldn't let that happen again.

The therapist edge's away from the prowling SCP's. They make a break for the HOST's cell door, and as they reach for it the cell door slams open and then closes behind them once they enter. "Host" the therapist asks to the dark abyss of the Host's containment cell.

The Host had specifically requested a barely lit room, he had also requested a wide variety of book and empty journals, all which were approved by the foundation. The Host's containment cell's walls were all painted a dark crimson red.

Within the containment cell, loud muttering was heard from the top left corner of the cell. The therapist knew this was bad, they knew it could be to late. But they had to do this. So they did what they had done too many times before. The therapist sat with their legs crossed on the floor, and began to talk. There was no particular subject they were told to talk about, so they just talked. They talked about their day, about their family.

The Host had not yet responded, so the therapist continued talking. But they were running out of topics, so they talked about the breach, about how they were scared. This had caught SCP Host's attention. So it quietened its muttering, in order to listen better. The therapist smiled, they were getting somewhere.

~An hour later~

SCP Host had long fell silent, the therapist had been successful but they did not feel like stopping talking. So they talked some more. While talking, the therapist had been taking notes, like: "Prefers to listen" "Calmed through listening to talking" "Very easy to talk to".

The Host was now sat closer to the therapist, but this did not alarm the therapist, they were used to close contact with this particular SCP. But what the therapist did notice, is that SCP Host's bandages were getting far too bloody and were even beginning to drip.

Once the therapist left SCP Host's containment cell, obviously after the breach had been contained, the therapist had talked to the foundation higher ups and requested a weekly session with SCP Host in order to change their bandages and also just to talk to it. This request was accepted by the foundation and the plans were carried on for weeks.

All was well, for now.