SCP-049 X Reader - Untouched
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WARNING: THIS STORY CURRENTLY CONTAINS REFERENCES TO TRAUMATIC EVENTS. AND AS OF NOW WILL EVENTUALLY CONTAIN PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUES SUCH AS PSYCHOSIS AND DISSOCIATION.
THIS IS AN UNCANNON SEQUEL/EPILOGUE TO UNTOUCHABLE WRITTEN BY @Afflicted-Alibis
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You were a researcher turned D-Class. And now, after meeting him who is either the love of your life. Or the biggest mistake of your life, you regained your memory and came through on old promises. You are now an escapee with a clean title. Or so you hope...
Will you live your life happily and peacefully, possibly letting loose a monster upon the world? Or will you betray your closest partner to whom you owe everything?
(This story is not a smut or lemon)
(Cover art is AI generated, made on dalle 2, I edited the text myself)
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