You had recently accepted a new job after being a scientist for a little over year. You were brought to a new facility, where they call themselves the SCP Foundation and though this is a huge opportunity that opens many doors the job has it's drawbacks and dangers. After you get assigned to research and interview a SCP they call SCP-049 everything changes. Then your new life truly starts. DISCLAIMER!- I do NOT own SCP 049, or anything to do with SCP. Also!! This story has violence and very mild language so viewer digression is advised!!! So 13+ for this story please!!! I originally posted this story on Quotev so if any of you are interested you can also find it there.

You are a D-Class. You were living your normal life when all the sudden once you went to sleep and woke up, you were in a completly diffrent place with no memory of how you got here. Confused and scared, you follow what everyone told you to do. But who knew it would lead you to your love of your life? (Cover art not mine.) I do own some characters, though they aren't OC's. Y/N belongs to you. ------------------------ "I see... so they do feel the same..." He mumbles, rubbing his chin. You slowly turn around, shyly making eye contact. "You... You don't want to leave each other either?" You ask, looking down. His eyes widens, seeming suprised you heard him.

(IN PROGRESS/ UNDER EDITING) ✰ ✰ ✰ - I disappeared for a year after falling through a floor. Although the news reported my absence as a year, I had only been gone for less than a month. I have been wandering in a seemingly infinite structure called the backrooms, where strange creatures have been relentlessly pursuing me, and I have narrowly escaped death on numerous occasions. I was frightened and isolated, struggling to survive. The feeling of paranoia was overwhelming and began to affect my mental state. Fortunately, he assisted and protected me until we reached the exit. I bid farewell to my strange non-human companion and left. Upon my return to normal life, I sensed something was amiss. After observing news reports and hearing more accounts of missing individuals like myself, I realized my instincts were correct: everyone is aware of their presence. Some teenagers were attempting to enter the backrooms, while there was a citywide curfew and police patrols every night. People were frightened after receiving evidence of the existence of supernatural entities.-

You're a new survivor that is forced to take part of the wicked trials set up by the one and only entity. But one day, you spark the interest of a hooded killer.. (Literally when I write these I'm uh.. NOT very sober so if nothing makes sense or it sounds stupid.. my bad lmao)

╔═════════════════╗ ~Villian x Hero~ ╚═════════════════╝ "What are you hesitating for? Kill me already" The knight commanded, as the sharp blade stayed inches away from his neck. The pig masked man clenched at his sword harder before lowering it, "you aren't worth my time" he spoke, as he walked to where King George stood, shivered. "You are a pathetic excuse for a King" He mouthed, red staring into hazel's. Finally with a raise of the blade─ the world shook. Blood trickles─ gasp─ then silence. The anarchist grumbled, feeling the stinging burn as his white fabric slowly dyed a deep vermilion. "ha-h that─ 's playing dirty.." the pinkette choked. "you lost" The knight spoke bitterly, pushing the blade deeper within, forcing out red droplets. The pinkette smiled── he raised to brush against the knight's cheek, gently. The knight froze. "congrats of finally winning... you stupid green homeless teletubby." with that he collapsed. Tech── "T-Techno?...." he choked. His beloved laid covered in his own ichor as screams of his name echoed through the ballroom.