It had been two years since SCP 049 returned to Alagadda to save the Wandsman. Finally he returns, only it seems Alagadda has left its mark on him. Together you must face eldrich horror that threaten to tare your mind asunder and leave your body a ruin. The Doctor's work is all the stand between life and complete destruction.

It was known to be flirtatious and charming, but when it came to you, it seemed to be excessive. Working hard your whole life, it came as a surprise to you whenever handling SCP-035 came as a challenge. Not only that, but your superior was quickly getting close to you. Perhaps a little too close. Now you were stuck dealing with the inner turmoils of what you want to do with your life, the suffering your superior is putting you through- And what happens when a talking theatre mask takes more interest in you than it should? And why do you take such an interest in it too? (The cover art belongs to me.) CONTENT WARNING: This fanfiction contains emotional abuse and manipulation in general. It also contains strong language, (non-explicit) sexual abuse, death, and mentions of alcohol and blood. If you are uncomfortable with any of that, please heed caution. Started: 08/18/2020 First Published: 10/2/2020 Finished: 10/17/2021

You are a doctor a prodigy in the making. You have always worked hard for everything you have ever gotten, nothing was given freely. Then one day out of the blue a man appears at your door in a plague doctors outfit (Scp- 049). You learned quickly that by helping him you have thrown your fate in the hands of the SPC Foundation. His touch dose not kill you. Life thrums threw you. Alagadda is calling to you both. The SPC foundation is not owned by me. I simple have written a fanfiction based on it which is my own work.

Life seemed to enjoy screwing you over. You thought getting dropped in another dimension was absurd at this point. You couldn't even die properly! [SCP X Reader] (From my Quotev account: I'm Not Here I Swear [NekoInu]) (Formerly titled "Anomalous")