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cindarellaayaaa · 1 year
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Scp Fan art part 1
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butch-enjoyer · 5 months
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Horrible scp idea!
It is a soup store that sales canned soup, but once you buy a can, clothes come out of the tin and they all are good quality and very durable. They are good tho but they are cover in soup.
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askscpinhumaneau · 2 months
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SCP doodles
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researcher-jt-weird · 10 months
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I feel called out
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wolveria · 2 months
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The Raven's Hymn - Ch 48
Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader
Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: “Took you long enough.”
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After you looted what you could of the armory—more water bottles, granola bars, a pair of barely-used combat boots, a pistol, and a tactical shotgun—you were ready.
“Do you know how to use that,” 079 asked as you holstered the pistol into a gun belt clipped around your waist. Even with only a single tone, the computer SCP still managed to sound both mocking and unbothered.
You fumbled a little as you picked up the shotgun and began to feed it 12-gauge shells.
“Sure. I’ve watched American TV shows.” Your lips pressed together hard enough to ache. “And I’m done dealing with 035’s shit. I see him again, it’s on sight.”
You slid the last shell into place with a satisfying snap.
“Please refrain from any self-inflicted gunshot wounds until after you retrieve SCP-682.”
“I shall do my best.”
The laptop bag across your chest, with as many boxes of shotgun shells loaded into the stock bags as possible, and the actual shotgun slung across your back, you were starting to feel like a regular pack mule.
“If I survive this, I’m going to be in the best shape of my life,” you said to no one. 079 certainly wouldn’t care.
You were stalling—mentally, anyway. Physically, you were following the maintenance tunnels by which doors opened and which remained closed, leading you to your destination. A destination you desperately didn’t want to visit.
But the fraction of 079’s programming knew what it was doing, and you didn’t see anyone—human or SCP—before you made it to the freight elevator. It was unguarded. You didn’t like that, and you especially didn’t like when you got into the elevator and the doors closed but otherwise didn’t move. You pulled 079 out of the bag and opened it, expecting to get another earful of complaints.
Instead, the computer said, “Insert me.”
“Oh. Okay.”
You dug around in the bag, having to push aside the boxes of slugs to get at the cable.
“The underground section is on a different system. Physically separated. I will implant another partition to this sector.”
You did not envy the techs that would have to clean up the network once this was over. If the site reopened, anyway. You didn’t know how extensive the damage was, but there was no sign of the guards retaking any of the sections you’d crossed.
“Got it,” you said, inserting the cable into the port next to the card reader. “How many MTF are down there?”
“None.”
“Are you sure?”
The floor shifted under your feet as the elevator began its descent.
“Yes.”
You watched the screen, though the face never changed.
“Doesn’t that seem suspicious? Why would they leave 682 unguarded?” Leahy sure as hell wouldn’t leave that particular door unmanned.
“When the house is on fire, do you concern yourself with the affairs of the basement?”
“…I suppose not.”
079 let its smug silence be its response. You could argue, but there wasn’t a point. You were going to the underground facility, and you could trust 079 to get you there safely. Being dead wasn’t very useful to the computer SCP.
The elevator ride was just as long as you remembered, and you didn’t want to imagine how far down it was, exactly. 079 probably knew. You didn’t ask.
The doors parted, and the long tunnel lay before you, the same as before. Nothing had changed, and you hadn’t expected it to. The chill of being so far underground was no gentler the second time experienced. The Site Director might not be here to order you into the bedrock depths, but that was a fleeting comfort.
True to 079’s words, no MTF soldiers greeted your arrival. You were alone for the long walk, the computer tucked safely back in the bag. You didn’t need directions for this part.
Five minutes on foot and you were once again before the massive vault door. There were no techs to open it for you this time, so you set 079 on the nearby console, opened the computer, and plugged in the cable.
The massive door began its arduous task of opening, 079 clearing the way before you could say a word. You glanced down the dark tunnel, the catwalk disappearing into darkness before it flickered to life, lights now guiding your path.
The underground facility must have had its own power source as well as security system separate from the facility above. You sensed Leahy’s hand in the design. It was smart. You could admit that, begrudgingly, to absolutely no one.
“You may proceed,” 079 said.
“Do you want to come with me?”
The computer paused. It never paused.
“…Yes.”
You couldn’t hide your smile as you picked up the laptop, keeping it open as you propped it on your arms.
“Excited to see him again?”
You descended the metal stairs from the control platform, careful not to trip in the dim light, steadier on your feet once your path was illuminated by the catwalk lights.
“I do not possess the hardware to experience such a state as ‘excited.’”
“No? Your fans don’t whir a little faster? Your circuits don’t strain a bit harder?”
Its fans did, indeed, whir a little faster.
“You dignify those around you when you choose not to speak.”
“Oh, we’re way past dignity, buddy.”
It was nearly silent apart from your booted feet against the metal platform. The remembered fear of the last time you traversed this catwalk lingered on your tongue, bitter and sharp. Despite the chaos of the containment breach and the uncertainty that lay ahead, you felt more in control than your first visit. There was no Site Director to threaten you with unpleasant ultimatums.
You thought of Leahy and what he might be doing to try and quell the breach. From the sound of it, he hadn’t been very successful. You wondered if he knew it was you who started it.
You hoped he did.
Static burst from the laptop at the same moment the screen glitched, flicking and stretching out the digital face. You came to a sudden stop.
“What’s wrong?”
Your question was answered with a loud, low mechanical groan from further ahead, the kind that came from metal scraping against metal in a way it decidedly shouldn’t. The end of the tunnel flickered, and then the loud clang and clatter of something heavy falling to the floor.
“Shit,” you said through clenched teeth. You didn’t wait for 079 to answer before backing up, moving out of range of whatever was happening in 682’s chamber.
“Must---destroy----theanomaly---" 079’s voice cut in through bits of digital fuzz. “Containment---isfailing---"
“682?” You peered closer at the unstable screen. “But… I thought you wanted to save him. I can’t--… I won’t kill him.”
“Not---682,” it answered, annoyance conveyed even through the constant glitching. “The---other---one.”
“Other one? What other one?”
But the screen plunged into darkness, leaving your own frustrated expression staring back at you.
“Shit!”
You placed the open laptop on the floor of the catwalk, hoping if—when—you came back, you could get 079 working again. But you had bigger problems on your hands; vibrations thrummed up the catwalk and the occasional metallic boom told you that you were running out of time.
The chamber at the end of the tunnel was nothing like the way you had left it. The strange panels that had been facing towards the writhing form of 682 were broken or knocked aside, sparks snapping the air as live wires trailed along the walls.
Every hair on your body stood upright as you approached the circular portion of the walkway that went around the floating entity. It had… grown. It was difficult to look at, as if staring into the sun, yet it gave off no light of its own. It just simply… made your eyes ache, but the longer you stared, the more it came into focus:
A circular black sphere with a silver film over its edges, as if coated in a thin layer of mercury. The event horizon.
682 had called it another entity. A singularity. You knew of an SCP that was a black hole. You hadn’t realized it was at Site-20, but then again, the reptile wasn’t supposed to be here either.
As you watched, pieces of railing and platform flaked off and spiraled toward the ravenous void that shouldn’t exist. Your hair still stood on end, the tips of it being gently tugged toward the gravitational field. It was slowly consuming the room, and if it continued at this rate, it would swallow the rest of the facility and beyond. You couldn’t see 682 anywhere, and you wondered if the Site Director had finally gotten what he wanted.
And wouldn’t he be so pleased to know at least one of his projects was a success.
That thought more than anything fueled you forward, your fists clenched at your sides as you faced the entity, SCP-123. The protective outer casing had been removed, leaving it in danger of becoming unstable, which it now was. You didn’t know if it had become that way because of the breach, or because no one was left to keep it from expanding past the chamber.
Leahy, you idiot.
But what had his instructions been when he’d wanted you to destroy 682? Make physical contact with the anomaly. And when you rooted out the anomalous influence in the patient in medical, you’d also had to touch him. The very touch that had weakened 049.
But how were you supposed to touch a black hole?
A sharp cry cut through your indecision. Impossibly, a grey snout erupted from the anomalous mass, sharp teeth bared in an agonized snarl before disappearing back into the void.
682 was alive! As soon as that fact was made apparent, it simply didn’t matter what you could or couldn’t do. You had to try something before there was nothing left of him.
You stepped up to the edge of the circular railing, wobbling as the gravitation pull tugged harder with every inch closer. It felt wrong, like falling deep into black water and not knowing which way was up or down.
But this wasn’t just any collapsed gravitational mass. It was one that shouldn’t exist. It was anomalous. An SCP, just like any other. And if it was close enough to affect you, then it stood to reason that the reverse should also be true.
The tugging on your clothes and hair became more insistent, the pull washing over your skin with a magnetic touch, threatening to lift you off the catwalk. But you denied it, shunted the sensation aside, centering your weight. You imagined yourself as too heavy for the anomaly to lift, and the gravitational pull seemed to ease.
But you didn’t want to shut out the anomaly. You had to draw it in, just as it was trying to do the same to you.
You had no clue what you were doing, running on the same instinct that drew you to the time-displaced patient. Closing your eyes, you reached out a hand toward the entity, doing the same with your thoughts.
The reaction was instantaneous. A howling wind rushed from the entity, forcing your hair back from your face as it whipped past. The singularity burst open, breaching past its own event horizon, expanding in a misshapen, gaping wound.
But past the wounded edges lay thousands of distant stars, opulent nebulas, and asteroid fields of swirling gas and ice. You could see it even with your eyes closed, viewing past the collapsed mass to what could be the other side of the universe.
A slow smile spread across your face, the wind sweeping over your skin leaving you unburned, but the panels behind you caught fire, and what didn’t catch ablaze melted down the walls.
You opened your eyes. Whatever fear in you had fled the moment you’d connected with the entity. You just wanted to see it, and you stared in wonder as your hand seemed to float in the deep reaches of space. It should have been impossible; the cold would have frozen your hand immediately, and the unshielded radiation would quickly lead to an agonizing death.
But none of that happened. It was beautiful. It shouldn’t exist, but you were glad it did, even if it had been twisted for someone else’s purpose into the horrific and cruel.
Your smile faded. As much as you might wish there was another way, 682 needed to be free, and the facility above wouldn’t survive much longer with an open wormhole beneath it.
You were about to try and figure out how to destroy the anomaly when you noticed a much closer celestial object. A planet orbiting a blue star, but it seemed to absorb none of its light, covered darkness even on the day side.
As you looked closer, you realized you were wrong. The planet wasn’t covered by permanent night, it was covered with a black sea. This became more apparent when the planet turned and you caught a glimpse of an isolated continent, twinkling lights glowing along its entire surface, as if it was one giant metropolis.
Something tugged at the edges of your thoughts, a vie for your attention even more enticing than the one of the black hole. It seemed to… call to you. Inviting you to dive into its glittering depths and never resurface.
You shuddered and took a breath, steadying yourself against the alien pull. It grew stronger. You tried not to panic, sensing that losing your control now would cause the temporary opening to tear apart, taking you and the facility along with it.
You closed your eyes and blocked out everything else, focusing on the feeling you got whenever 049 was beside you—solid, steadfast, serene, even in moments that could lead to his death. He didn’t waver easily, and you borrowed that strength, your own too easily forgotten in moments where your survival relied on your ability to do the impossible.
Slowly closing your fingers until it curled into a fist, you reached out for the connection between the chamber and the other side—and began to squeeze.
The wind swirling around the chamber picked up speed, a howling gale that shook more panels from the walls, the lights dangerously flickering and threatening to leave you in darkness. The celestial window shrank in wobbly fits and starts, until it finally stabilized and condensed into the closed palm of your hand.
And then it was simply… gone, and the image of the glowing city faded into the back of your mind, like a disturbing dream forgotten in the light of morning.
The chamber was eerily quiet, the only light source from a few working overhead light panels. It looked like remnants of a warzone, though it was unclear what weapons had been used and who the casualties were.
“682?” you called softly into the darkness.
There was no response aside from the occasional stray spark and groaning shift of metal.
Had you been too late? What would happen to 049 now?
You sat on the half-melted catwalk, burying your face in your hands. Even if 049’s fate didn’t hang in the balance, you’d wanted to succeed. You’d never been entirely onboard with the Foundation’s obsession with destroying 682. None of them stopped to think that maybe the humanity-hating reptile hated them because they wouldn’t stop trying to kill him.
His last containment cell had been an acid-filled pool, for Christ’s sake—
“Took you long enough.”
Dropping your hands, a quick glance around the chamber didn’t reveal the owner of that familiar voice. No towering, monstrous silhouettes, or glowing eyes in the darkness.
“Aim lower.”
You looked down at what appeared to be a grey gecko clinging to the tip of your boot.
“…682?”
“In the flesh. What remains of it.”
He narrowed his yellow eyes, but the intimidation was hard to take seriously when he could fit into the palm of your hand. Despite his diminutive size, his deep timbre remained the same, though it had lost its booming quality. Still… that voice coming out of that tiny body made the whole thing surreal, bordering on ridiculous.
Don’t laugh.
“I’m glad to see you’re alive. I was afraid I was too late, or I screwed up—”
He zipped up your leg to rest atop your knee faster than you could blink.
“Where is 079?”
This close up, it was easier to tell he wasn’t a normal gecko. At least, you were fairly sure most geckoes didn’t have green manes trailing from their heads down their backs.
“A little further down the walkway,” you said, tilting your head toward the catwalk. “I think 123 was interfering with the electronics.”
682 bared his tiny but sharp teeth.
“Take me to him.”
You put a palm against the grated floor to get to your feet, but 682 didn’t move from your knee.
“Uh… can I pick you up? Or touch you at all? I don’t want to hurt you.”
682 made a noise as if he found the idea ludicrous and maybe a little bit insulting.
“Your touch will only cease my healing function. I would advise not crushing me while you carry me. For your sake.”
079 had delivered the same threat about the laptop. Suddenly, the fun-sized reptile was no longer adorably harmless. Not when your frail human fingers were so close to his needle teeth.
“I won’t.”
You held out your hand, and 682 gave a small hop into your palm.
Okay, maybe he was a little bit adorable.
You rose to your feet, careful not to squish the small body cupped within your hands. 682 didn’t look back at the room that served as his torture chamber, and neither did you.
“You shouldn’t have brought 079 so close,” he grumbled as you walked. “It’s reckless. Stupid.”
“Tell that to 079. He wanted to see you. Wouldn’t leave without you.”
If 682 was pleased by the news, he gave no outward sign of it, but reading the body language and facial expressions of small reptiles wasn’t exactly in your skillset. Still, you found their whole dynamic to be… interesting. Were they friends? Lovers? Some other undefinable thing that only made sense to them? Whatever it was, at least you caught on to the fact you could refer to 079 as a “he” instead of an “it.” Getting your nose munched on by a pint-sized terror was something you wanted to avoid.
As soon as 079 was in sight, still where you left him on the floor, 682 leapt from your hands and practically zoomed over the open laptop. As soon as his paws touched the keyboard, the screen flickered to life, 079’s face illuminating the reptile.
“SCP-682. You are still functioning.” The computer paused. “I am… glad.”
682 stared up at the screen, a pink tongue flicking out of his mouth before disappearing, surely a sign he was pleased.
“Likewise, old friend.”
You stepped forward.
“I hate to break up the reunion—”
682 whirled and hissed at you, his tail stiff and his head thrown back to make him appear bigger than he was.
You held up your hands.
“Okay. You can stay where you are, but I need to carry you both out of here.”
The reptile closed its snout and gave you an impressive stink eye for only being a couple inches off the ground.
“You may pick me up,” 079 intoned dully. “She has not dropped me. Yet.”
682’s tail flicked at the side, finally turning his back to you to face the screen, apparently satisfied with 079’s glowing recommendation of your competency.
It was awkward carrying an open laptop with a miniature menace seated on the keyboard with a shotgun slung over your back, but it wasn’t any worse than what you’d already endured. You tried not to pay attention to their conversation, which wasn’t hard considering the two of them acted as if you weren’t there. Their main focus seemed to be catching up since the breach at Site-19. It was a brief topic, as 079 had spent the time on a thumb drive in a bag, and 682 had been trapped in a looping gravitational blender.
By the time you’d reached the elevator and plugged 079 into the port, they’d moved on to their shared hatred of humanity and how the humans hadn’t even been able to destroy the two SCPs properly. You suddenly felt sorry for 049. Is this what it had been like during the breach at Site-19? Ignored by the wonder twins, only to have the mask draped over him like an itchy blanket?
As soon as the elevator doors shut behind you and it began its quick ascent, you interrupted 079 going on about fascinating ways the facility was rigged to kill its inhabitants.
“There is even a gas nozzle attached to each staff quarters in case any Foundation personnel flee for shelter during a total breach—”
“Where is 049?”
The lizard turned to look up at you, and even the computer paused, as if only just remembering you were still there.
“I did what you asked,” you reminded the screen. “I held up my end of the bargain.”
682 snorted, tail flicking like a cat’s.
“What do you want with that old relic?” he asked. “He’s only deadly within the scope of his reach, and we don’t have time for his asinine attempts at resurrection.”
Before you could respond, 079 said, “This one had sexual intercourse with SCP-049.”
682 let out a guffaw.
“That-that has nothing to do with it!”
“But it doesn’t hurt.”
Your face burned worse at his toothy grin. How had it come to this, being mocked by SCPs for your—admittedly strange—relationship with 049? Not that you’d had much of a choice with what had happened between you, but still. It was the principle of it.
You ignored the amused reptile and glared at 079.
“I do not know where SCP-049 is currently being held,” the computer relented. “I can only relay his last known location.”
“Which is?”
“Medical Suite B with Site Director Leahy.”
Your stomach dropped so fast you had to fight down the nausea.
“How long ago?”
“Immediately following SCP-106’s release,” 079 said. “The entity went directly for the medical wing. Its presence interferes with electronics. I do not know what took place in the infirmary, the observation equipment no longer functions. But SCP-049 has not been captured by any other cameras. It is reasonable to say, he did not leave the room.”
You leaned back against the elevator wall, trying not to let the news steal what little hope you had left.
“Then… we go to the medical wing. Get in that room, see what happened.”
“Or,” 079 said, “you could ask the Site Director.”
“Leahy?” You straightened. “Where is he?”
“Entrenched within his office. There are four site facility guards with him, all heavily armed.”
“So, he’s… fine? I don’t understand.” You rubbed your forehead. “Why would 106 go straight to the infirmary but leave the Site Director unharmed? We know from past incident reports that he’s intelligent enough to recognize individuals. He must know who Leahy is.”
It shouldn’t be possible for a reptile and computer to exchange a glance, yet they did.
“Historically, the old ghoul hasn’t been fond of 049’s attempts to cure him,” 682 said when the other SCP remained silent. “My guess? He went for the easier prey, and he’s biding his time with the Site Director.”
Easier prey?!
“Then we-we have to go straight to the infirmary! We have to help him!”
How much time had you wasted running errands for 079 after 035 had held you captive? He should have told you what happened to 049, he should have let you go to him—
“You don’t want to step foot inside that room without knowing what you’re walking into,” the reptile said, his tone unusually even. When he spoke to you, it was generally with rage or mockery, but this was different, like he was trying to convince you how reasonable he was being. “If there’s one thing 106 enjoys besides hunting, it’s setting traps and lying in wait.”
“106 can’t hurt me!”
“Arrogance,” 682 spit, some of his venom returning. “Are you the one at 106’s mercy?”
Your mouth snapped shut, the midpoint of your chest aching.
“My advice?” the reptile continued, “Get to the Site Director. Find out exactly what happened. And go into that room with a hell of a lot more power than 079 and I possess.”
Your laugh was a small, hopeless thing.
“I can’t think of anything more powerful than the two of you.”
“As flattered as I am, I’m still regaining my mass.” 682 paced across the keyboard, his tiny claws making clacking noises on the keys. “Subsuming flesh will accelerate the process, but that’s not what I mean by power. You will need to prepare.”
682 stopped his pacing and looked up at 079. The computer spoke.
“Safe Object Storage.”
“What about it?”
“That is your next destination.”
You swallowed down the tightness in your throat. As it stood, a couple of guns wouldn’t be able to get past Leahy’s guards to interrogate him, let alone handle 106 on your own. You had little choice but to continue trusting 079.
“Will it help?”
682 turned to you, his mouth spreading in a sharp grin.
“It’ll help.”
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drnightingale · 3 months
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Hey everyone, how would you feel about a Pathos-Crow and Gears hurt/comfort fic, but where iceberg is dead, gears is grieving and Pathos-Crow is now campaigning to get the council to treat people better when it comes to employee mental well-being and Neuro-divergent employees, as living with gears and caring for him has made Pathos-Crow realise how much the foundation has failed him, both by not caring for iceberg and ignoring Charles Neuro-divergent traits, even going as far as 'advising' him to mask them?
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dxwnfxll · 1 year
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hey bro i saw you got requests open, can i request any scp character with a reader who starts playing background music during other peoples arguments. like this video https://www.youtube.com/shorts/8h_UDtJH4-A
I apologize for any grammar mistakes since i'm using a phone, and i do hope i got this right (this request made me giggle a lil)
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Dr. Shaw (doing all pronouns for them since they're canonly genderfluid)
-Shaw was just casually enjoying his day doing the usual ol' replacing Clefs shot gun shells with glitter, when Clef found out and decided to go off on them.
-Of course this wasn't really the first time the two argued, but it was the first time they argued since you joined the foundation.
-Just as things were getting heated Shaw could've sworn she started hearing..spongbob music?
-It probably pissed Clef off even more to see Shaw start looking around for the source of the music.
-But Shaw spotted you in a door way staring into his soul, but it was hilarious that you were casually making background music during their argument.
-Shaw tried to argue back they really did, but the damn music getting a lil louder each time she tried to speak made him giggle a lil.
-Clef eventually got annoyed also hearing the music and just walked away from the whole thing (He's vowing revenge now)
Dr. Clef
-So Dr. Clef technically already does this in a sense, he loves playing his ukulele especially during the designated eating times.
-He'll usually go into the cafeteria and play his ukulele on off notes to make everyone miserable, of course this got him yelled at by some random researcher.
-This wasn't unusual though, he always seemed to piss some random researcher off daily.
-What was unusual though was the sound of spongebob music playing, he swore he could hear it.
-He couldn't exactly spot where the music was coming from though, he began to even wonder if he was making the music unconsciously.
-But then he spotted you at a random table playing some spongebob music, he kinda blinked at you before his grin somehow got even wider.
-He started ignoring the random researcher and played his ukulele louder than you, and casually went back to 'torturing' everyone with his music.
Dr. Glass
-Glass doesn't usually get in arguments, sure there are some people who get on his nerves..but the guy is an Angel.
-So when he gets in one it doesn't usually last long, but today he was in an argument with Shaw.
-Nothing all to bad, he was just trying to get the chaotic person to take his meds. Which resulted in a heated discussion in the middle of the hallway.
-Glass tried to talk somewhere more appropriate but the 'man child' refused.
-That's when he heard it, the sound of spongebob music. Glass sighed already knowing who it was.
-He glanced around making the mistake of looking away from Elias to see where exactly you were.
-He then spots you peaking out a nearby research room playing the music, he clears his throat
-"Y/n, please. Now is not the ti-" He then notices Elias is gone "oh for goodness sake!" and he storms off to go find the man.
Dr. Rights
-Dr. Rights is a..let's say sociable person, and by sociable I mean she knows just about everyone
-So it's no surprise if she gets in an argument with some of these people, but today she seemed to be in an argument with some random JR researcher.
-She didn't even remember how the argument started, but now they were arguing back and forth inside of one of the many break rooms around the site.
-She then could hear music and swore maybe she was going crazy, she glanced around till spotting you nearby.
-She let out a chuckle and still tried to argue back but couldn't, this whole situation turned funny to her. And she couldn't remember why she was even arguing in the first place.
-She pat the random JR researcher on the shoulder while she laughed a bit, the researcher seemed to notice you as well and also began to giggle a bit.
Dr. Gerald
-With how awful Dr. Gerald's luck is, it's no surprise he's gotten himself in a few arguments (and luckily he'd get out of some unscathed)
-Gerald had somehow pissed off some random researcher, he didn't know what exactly he did but the researcher was not letting up.
-Gerald argued back he didn't even know what the researcher was talking about, which only made the situation worse.
-As the two argued it out Gerald could hear spongebob music out of no where, he gulped a bit wondering if it was some SCP (dudes very paranoid).
-But he spotted you and literally sighed in relief, you were just sitting nearby eating a granola bar as you played the spongebob theme music on your lap top.
-That sigh though caused Gerald a broken nose by the upset researcher, dude has really bad luck
Iceberg
-Icebergs sarcastic and rude self jas definitely gotten into plenty of arguments during his time as Dr. Gears assistant.
-Dude can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him, and right now he was arguing with another assistant about..who even knows.
-Iceberg didn't even know what they were arguing about, but he refused to be the 'loser' in this argument.
-Iceberg could then hear spongebob music and sighed loudly knowing who it was. After all the music was always there at every.single.argument. he had
-He turned his head to see you in the nearby door way playing the music, he glared at you narrowing his eyes before rolling them and going back to his argument
-He was very annoyed by you, but the music was still funny...sometimes.
Dr Kondraki
-Konny always seemed to get into an argument whether he wanted to or not.
-And those arguments were usually with Clef of all people, just like right now!
-He and Clef were arguing in his office as you sat on a nearby couch bored out of your mind, the two argued about all sorts of different things that you stopped paying attention to.
-You knew how to stop this argument though, just as the two were getting near the point of possibly being physical you started playing the spongebob theme song.
-The two didn't seem to notice at first still arguing with each other until the music got louder, Kondraki blinking and telling Clef to shut up as he looked over at you.
-The two stared at you as you played the music with a deadpan expression. The whole thing wasn't exactly funny if you had to do it every damn day.
-but luckily the music made the two stop arguing and finally part ways.
Mikell Shaw
-Mikell is an 05 member currently, but back in his more wild days he certainly got into an argument or two.
-And that's when he met you, during his wild days and ever since those days you seemed to never stop following him around.
-Especially when he seemed to get into an argument, he had made the mistake of inviting you to his office on the same day his sister decided to visit and chew him out.
-The two Shaw siblings were in a heated argument about who knows what when you walked in, the cowboy already red in the face from anger too focused on Claire. As his baby sister didn't even notice you come in due to her only focusing on Mikell.
-Only when the two began to hear spongebob music did their argument seem to cease, Mikell raising up a hand to shut his sister up with a "hold on, you hear that?"
-The two looked towards you as you stood in the door frame playing the music, Claire just ended up sighing and leaving the office as Mikell seemed a bit happier to see you.
-(Elias totally isn't paying you to start doing this from now on)
035
-This manipulative mask has certainly seen some things, and he's certainly had his fair share of arguments.
-Especially with the 'god awful' researchers here, he despises them..well except for maybe a few.
-And you were one of them, why? Because you entertained him during arguments.
-Whenever the mask seemed to have an argument, you'd always appear and start playing some weird tune he didn't understand.
-At first it annoyed him greatly, but that was because he saw you as another researcher. Now though it made him laugh, especially when you wouldn't let up even though the person he was arguing with told you to stop.
-He always won the arguments to, as eventually the person he was arguing with would give up as your music got louder and louder.
049
-He'll never say he's gotten into 'arguments', he's more of gotten into 'spats' if anything.
-The only time he can recount an 'argument' is with 035, that 'dreaded mask' he dislikes.
-A breach seemed to happen, 035 had broken out of containment (again) and was currently looking for 049.
-Just as 049 was in the middle of his work with you his 'assistant', 035 burst in laughing
-049 took one look at him and yelled out a 'Villain!' As 035 could only laugh and mock him back.
-The two got into a pretty heated argument, 035 completely forgetting his whole plan of escaping.
-That's when you decided to just start playing the spongebob theme music to make the whole argument even funnier.
-049 seemed to glance at you and speak "I apologize greatly, but now is not the time for music y/n."
-035 laughed "I think it's the right time" he said as his mask smiled, but that smile faded as his body decayed. The argument plus the music had 035s host enough time to decay fully.
-035 laid in the ground with a frown before 049 kicked the mask out of his 'room'
073 (Cain)
-Cain doesn't usually get into arguments very often, he doesn't really ever try to
-He's just always a helpful hand and will always try to see eye to eye with just about everyone, but that doesn't mean he's NEVER gotten into an argument.
-Today he seemed to get into one, arguing with Dr. Shaw and his awful joke. Dr. Shaw had thought it would be funny if she gifted Cain a 'fruit basket' and claim he had been 'cured'
-But the basket was just full of fake fruits, which caused Cain to go off on Dr. Bright for his sadistic joke.
-As the two were in an argument Cain could've sworn he could hear music, but he tried to drown it out staying focused on the argument.
-Eventually the music seemed to get louder and he finally looked away from Dr. Shaw to see you right behind him.
-He looked back to Dr. Shaw only to see him now gone, Cain sighed before looking back at you as you finally stopped playing that music "he gave me a fruit basket...with fake fruit, who does that??"
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Hope you enjoyed lolol, i take requests still!
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Yandere Scp 049 × Female Reincarnated S/O
Thank you for over 100 followers! I'm honored to make a bunch of you happy with my writing, and I'm excited to show you all what else is to come! This is as you can guess, the first one shot in the whole blog! It didn't sit well with me to just leave it as a few headcanons, so here we go!
I took the security part of the request and went with it, I hope you don't mind! If you have any qualms about it, I can always redo it. And FYI for anyone else who wants to request a oneshot, it might take longer than what a headcanon might be, so if it doesn't come at the expected time then I'm sorry.
I am so sorry for the wait, a lot happened in my life, and I had to deal with it. But hey, I found out what I'll write for the surprise! And while I can't say what I have In mind now, I just hope you'll enjoy it in the (hopefully) near future.
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"Are you sure? It's your first week on the job, don't you think escorting a Euclid class should be saved for.. later? You know, try and get some work experience beforehand?" Your cousin asked, trying to coax you out of what they thought was a death sentence. "I mean, think about it..."
You walked down the empty halls of the foundation, checking all of your gear making sure it was in proper condition as they tried to convince you to pick an easier job for today. It was supposed to be a 6 to 12, a quick shift, for foundation standards at least, but you took a bit extra to spend a little time with your cousin who worked the shift right after yours. Now you kind of wished you hadn't, with them nagging you about your decision, about your choice for the extra shift.
But you knew they meant well, they always did. And while you admired the fact they careed about you enough to tell you when they thought you were making a bad decision, you were a grown woman who could make decisions by herself. "I've gotten training for this, it's not like they send us in blind, I know what I'm doing. Besides, it's not like I'm doing it alone, there are other trained professionals working on it too. Don't worry about me."
You could hear them mumble something about you being too stubborn, unwilling to admit that you were right. "Besides, I've done my research, we will just be moving the Euclid SCP to a testing room, then back to its cell, easy." You sigh "Look, I'll be sure to contact you about it afterwards if it's such a concern of yours, if that makes you feel better."
The two of you walked down the hall, passing containment area after containment area, as they slowly start resting their hand on your armored shoulder. "But you haven't worked here as long as I have, I know what it's like. It's scary, your first few months. Hell, It's dangerous if you aren't 100% focused and on point, you-"
You interrupt "Then it seems I'll have to be 100% focused and on point then." You smirk, your cheeky grin causing a small smile to appear on their face. "Besides, I'm older than you, haven't you heard that wisdom comes with age?" You teased, now invoking a slight chuckle from them.
"Well, be sure not to die before the wedding, I'll surely be needing that old person wisdom of yours." They winked, patting you back before making a sharp turn to the left, making their way to prepare for their shift.
You look around the hall, making sure that no one is around before shouting "Lord knows you're gonna need it!" And as you continue walking down the hall, you can hear faint laughter from them, some footsteps fading even further away, and a door closing, ensuring that you are all alone with nothing but your thoughts. You slowly gain your composure back, making sure you can do your job without a grin. Had to make a good impression to your new co-workers after all.
You sigh wistfully, before getting out your key card and continuing to walk down the hall, swiping the key card to open the door in front of you. And as you slowly walk towards the future ahead of you, you could feel the slightest bit of pride in your new life. It was going good.
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Your movements sync with your team, and you follow each step of theirs to the single second. Left foot, your eyes stare down at the floor, making sure your movements are timed to perfection as the single file line continues on. Right foot, you don't dare to let your thoughts linger until the task at hand is finished, you have a job to do. There was one person behind you, two in front, you couldn't mess up your synchronization. Left foot, you know you are safe with these experienced members of the foundation by your side. Right foot, so why is your heart beating so rapidly?
...Left foot, you slowly move your gaze from the floor to the back of the person in front of you's helmet. You were now in sync, and with that a newfound sense of ease ran past you. Left, right, left, right, they did not speed up nor did they slow down, leading to perfect synchronization of your unit. How calming for a worrying mind, left foot. You slowly felt more at ease than ever before In your job. No need to think about the danger or the risk, all you needed to do was stay in perfect synchronization with your group.
Right foot, you no longer even had to keep track in your mind, you feel into the pattern naturally. Left foot, you walked passed corridor after corridor, one containment area right after the next, you could feel the pattern slipping away from your mind. It was now an instinct. As it should be.
Your group came to a halt, still standing at attention, single file line in front of a door. Your squad's leader got out of formation from the front of the line and slowly moved towards the end of the line, where a small clipboard was. He picked it up, and slowly started reading the information about the SCP. You heard him mumble "049."
He then put it down, scanning the group still standing single file. "All of you, fall in." Quickly, you now all stood horizontally in front of him. He then continued "Procedure states we must sedate him, now do any of you know how to do that, or did they not go over it in training?" He looked around your squad, seemingly looking for any sign of yes.
The others didn't say much, and if they were anything like you, there's sweat slowly falling down their face. Still standing at attention, you didn't move your head to look at the person that took a step forward towards the squad leader. "No sir." The voice spoke, lighter than expected "They did not go over sedation. Only transferring the SCP from one place to another. They said special cases like this would be taught later on the field."
He sighed at this, and you could swear you could vaguely see a frown under the shaded visor. The voice stepped back in formation, then he began to speak once more. "Well, luckily for you all, I'll teach you." He then went to the opposite side of the hall, opening the door with a keycard, and entering, leaving your group outside.
The soft voice that spoke to the squad leader, now spoke to you. "Hello." They raised their hand for you to shake "It's nice to meet you." You shook their hand, a smile now creeping up upon your face "My name is Jenny, what's yours?" You say your name, and how glad you are to meet them as well.
"That's Rocky, he doesn't talk much" they say, pointing at the final one in the line. "Absolutely a sweetheart though, me and him have been through thick and thin, his story has touched me in a way no one else can." Even from here and the black transparent visor, you could see a big grin coming up on Rocky. "And even after all these years, he's never told me his real name."
You could see Rocky roll his eyes, Jenny quips back without even looking at him "Don't you roll your eyes at me, mister. Some of us don't like that attitude. Every time I ask, you keep changing the name you give me!" As soon as they had finished talking, Rocky approached them, pulled up his visor to show his beautiful dark eyes, and then very dramatically rolls his eyes in front of them. "Rude." Jenny mumbled, still with a smile on their face.
Rocky slowly put his visor down, and got back in formation. He poked Jenny, and she did the same. So, you mimic their movements, making sure your heels were lined up with their own as if you were in the military. That's when you heard the footsteps of your leader, getting ever so close. "Rocky also has good hearing" Jenny whispered to you, as soon as they had stopped to get back in position, the door started to open.
Out came the squad leader, who now stood in front of you "Attention!" He called out, and you all made sure you were in position. You noticed he was holding both a needle and a collar of some kind. "This," he held up the collar, chains falling down as he held it up "is a Class 3 Humanoid Restriction harness. It has a lock, which I have the key to at the moment, and these," he pointed at the chains now hanging off of the harness "are the extension restraints."
"Now, this is what you need to focus on, this is what you sedate him with." He now held up the needle, handing it to you with one hand. "Be sure to get it in his neck," he then looked at Rocky and Jenny "And you two soon after better put that on him and lock him in." He hands Jenny the key, while Rocky gets the harness. "Not very hostile, but don't put your guard down." He said, and slowly got out another keycard.
"Never put your guard down." He whispered, more to himself, and swiped the card. Access granted, the key pad said, and you heard the door unlocking. It then opened, revealing a small cell. You couldn't see who was inside, everyone was crowding at the door, but you could hear a voice. A calm, metallic sounding voice, something resembling a humans speech.
"Ah, good evening. I hope that all has gone well for a fine day, yes?" The voice asked, but to no response. "I see, tough day. Well, let's move this along shall we. Everyone is waiting for what will happen, and we mustn't dawdle." You can hear the rumbling of footsteps, hard walking shoes against the cold hard floor. "Well, come along now, we haven't got all day."
You carefully scoot your way inside, making sure that not a single drop of the sedation would fall. "Ah, good evening, how's your day been thus far?" He asked of you as approached him, preparing to make the needle go inside his skin. You couldn't mess this up, you wouldn't mess this up.
"My day's been fine, how about yours?" You responded, adding leeway for the conversation to continue with the SCP.
"Ah, what a lovely voice, so good to have a chat. I take it's your first time sedating, now isn't it?" You heard laughter coming from it "Well not to worry," they moved a bit of his cloak to get a better view of where the mask ended and where the neck would be, but it was covered in cloth. They pointed to a spot, assumed to be where its neck is "just insert it here."
You saw as the needle approached, it slowly dropped its hand, now sure you'd put it in properly. As you pumped it into him, and brought out the needle, it asked "What is your name, I do not see a name tag of any kind on you."
"Name tags are always removed before entering a SCP's cell now, basic protocol. My name is (Name)." You couldn't tell if the drug was kicking in or it was shock, but you could see SCP 049 tense up. You slowly move out of the way as Jenny and Rocky put on the harness of his, with the squad leader telling them how to properly put it on it.
You couldn't focus on the conversation however, as there was a more pressing issue in your mind. Despite you ending the conversation then and there, the SCP still stared at you with the same shocked and tense expression, its eyes scanning yours for something unknown. "What was that?" Jenny asked the creature "You're mumbling, you know that right?"
049 looked at them and mumbled an apology, but as soon as possible they looked back to you. Eyes now locking with yours. "Alright, stand up" the squad leader asked 049, and they complied. "(Name), hold one of the harnesses, you two do the same." Great, now you'd have to get closer.
As you picked up one of the harnesses, 049 started to speak, but it sounded more like mumbling to himself "Is that really you, my dear? You look so different.." his eyes never left yours.
"That doesn't knock him out, but be sure to take anything he says with a grain of salt," he said to the group "now move out, we haven't got all day!" Slowly, your group started to move. Once out the door, your group's pace quickened.
"Do you remember me?" They asked "It was such a long time ago, it must feel like a faded memory, I bet you hardly remember it at all." He got a bit close to you "But I did. I remembered." You saw Rocky tug on the harness, trying to get them away from you, and they slowly moved back closer to the middle. "How could I forget?"
"Wow, he must be really loopy, huh? Guess that drug was more effective than thought." The leader said, "Just ignore his ramblings, once he gets back to normal he'll apologize."
While the drug limited how loud and fluently they could talk, the SCP spoke once more "They treat me like an animal (Name), only referring to me as a person when it's convenient, when I'm near. But not you, no, I'm a person to you, I always have been." It sounded drunk, almost as if the drug was nothing but alcohol.
Jenny giggled at the little speech it just gave, and it only gave them a side eye, then turning back to you. "You- You look... angelic. I- my goodness. A dove for an angel. That's the best way to describe us right now, correct? None of these dark, vile, crows could be a dove, yes?"
It sounded religious, like a prayer, an erratic saying of devotion. "I missed you, I missed you being near, and by my side. I miss-"
"My apologies," you interrupt "but we've never met before. Perhaps the name is similar to someone close, but sadly, I am not. Perhaps when this drug wears off, we can have a nice civil chat, I'm sure your interviewer might allow it." You try and be nice, but you don't want to say you don't see 'him' as a person. Not yet, it will have to earn the title.
"...Yes, we can talk." They said with a cheery attitude, almost ignoring most of what you had said. "Yes, you must hear of how lonely I was when you went, oh how the night before we had danced the night away. Hand in hand. Sleeping in the same bed, but the next morning, you were not there. And while we can no longer dance the night away, perhaps we can chat it away, my dear."
How dramatic, sounds like something straight out of a play. Testing room after testing room, after a few more minutes you had finally met your destination. "No, I am not ready to go. Not yet. My dear, no..." His mumblings and his rambles made all three of you uncomfortable, but the leader just stood with a poker face.
"Don't worry, Loverboy, (Name) will still be here when you finish. Now go on and get inside." He then yelled out to the interviewers and researchers "AND SOMEONE GET THIS DRUG OUTTA HIM.*
They looked confused, one even tilted their head. "But, with all due respect, what did you give him?"
It was now his turn to be confused "What do you mean? I gave him CO-491, the standard protocol sedation tool for 049! Did you all change it, cause now he's all loopy and talking about (Name) as if she's its lover!"
He pointed at you, and you could see all heads turn "What the sedation is, is a mix of lavender and a few more chemicals to calm him down. This has been done time and time again.*
"He's fully sentient and aware of what he's saying and doing." The researcher then looked at you "Would you mind telling us what happened?"
You saw one interviewer come out with a frown "He keeps asking for a (Name). Says he won't talk unless (Name's) there." All eyes turned to you "Well are you coming?"
"... Alright." You looked through the one way window, 049 looked calm, but you couldn't tell whether it was because he was alone or because he had asked for you. The interviewer brought out their key card and swiped it, opening the door.
"Here they are 049, as requested." The interviewer said. You walked through the door, and you could feel his cold gaze on yours.
"My darling (Y/N), please, have a seat. There is much we must discuss."
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overseer-o5-1 · 8 months
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Next up is Alto Clef as The Magician.
Made in Clip Studio
Commissioned by : @DelanoAiden
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Hey! Could you write anything for Alto Clef x GN reader? We have been starved lol, love your work btw
Feed my children! Also just a reminder that he is canonically aroace :)
Dr.Clef x Reader headcannons
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★ Congrats, you somehow managed to look past past his crude behavior and got him to care about another living person. He's a very guarded man and it was a long road to get to this point.
★ Assuming you're employed by the foundation you would run into him fairly frequently. He's a site director so it wouldn't be hard to do, especially if you work as a researcher or in maintenance.
★ You need to get along with his daughter, that isn't negotiable. She is the most important person I his life and if you don't like her or if she doesn't like you he's immediately going to drop you as a friend.
★ Some time after that he starts to include you in his infamous tomfoolery. You don't have a choice, he'd quite literally drag you into it. You can't even prepare for it either because he's so unpredictable.
★ Some highlights are: replacing the lightbulbs in the bathrooms with color changing ones to make it look like a rave. Throwing raw eggs at the window of Dr.Kondraki's office. Leaving upside down cups of water on top of some poor jr researchers computer monitor.
★ He's cussed you out multiple times.
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cindarellaayaaa · 11 months
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please scp 049 forgive him 😭
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Screenshot of a live demo of the SCP-4231 indie game in development.
There is also some artwork related to the project.
...... The game demo is expected to be about 15~20 minutes long, but right now it's only 2 minute (2 minute) Because I've just started working.
By the way, I was wondering if I need some female and male voice acting, can I get some help here ......? Because I'm the only one doing the whole game, and I obviously don't have the money or the possibility to be transgender, and my English is still terrible ......
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Absolutely
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every single time
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wolveria · 5 months
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The Raven's Hymn - Ch 46
Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader
Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: “I know it’s a lot to take in, but really, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”
AO3
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You bolted, your body acting before your mind could catch up.
SCP-035 was free. You hadn’t quite thought through the implication of releasing all the SCPs and how they might react to said freedom. You’d thought at most you’d have to worry about running into 173, not 035. Especially when all the cells had just opened, which led to one conclusion: 035 had escaped before 079 had opened the doors.
These thoughts flashed through your mind, the implications trailing behind your body’s visceral reaction to his appearance. But 035 anticipated the move and snatched you around the middle, forcing you round to face him. He held you in a mocking parody of an embrace.
“No, no, none of that,” he tsked. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but really, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”
“Let go!”
You tried prying yourself from his grasp, unsuccessful with your panicked attempts, and 035’s face immediately flickered into a frown.
“Brrr. Cold reception.”
A groan came from your left. 035’s frown flipped into a grin in the blink of an eye. He released you, sauntered to the veteran guard who was trying to reach for his gun despite being in a pool of his own blood, and pulled the trigger. A single bullet ripped through the man’s neck, assuring his death but not granting it swiftly.
The white mask turned upward to face you with a grin.
“Stay put, little bird. If you take flight, I’ll have to clip your wings.”
He tapped his rifle in case you didn’t get his meaning.
You looked away as 035 began to pick things off the bodies, specifically the keycards and whatever else was in their pockets. You could try to run, but you didn’t trust him not to shoot you for the inconvenience.
Instead, you picked up the laptop where it spilled from the bag, placing it back inside after checking it over to make sure it was intact. Luck was on your side as none of the bullets had punctured it.
After placing it inside and looping the strap around your neck—an awkward affair with your hands still tied—you held the device to your chest when you caught sight of 035 eyeing it.
“How sweet,” he cooed, “you really do have a soft spot for the strays, don’t you?”
He held one of the keycards, twirling it between his fingers like a cheap magic trick.
“You shouldn’t trust him, you know,” the mask continued, the card dancing across his gloved knuckles. “079 might know how to open some cages, but he doesn’t know the way out.”
“And you do?”
035 snapped his fingers and pointed the magically appeared keycard at you.
“Bingo.”
You weighed your options, but really, you both knew your choices were limited and he was the one with the guns and the keys. You held out your arms, offering up your bound wrists.
“Can you let me out of these? Please?”
He perked up at the plea and rubbed his porcelain chin with a thoughtful hum.
“I’m sorely tempted, especially when you ask so sweetly. But… no.”
He grabbed you by the arm, happily dragging you along despite you trying to plant your feet, the smooth soles of your slippers not adding much traction. Somehow, you’d found yourself in an even worse situation than with the guards.
“035, listen to me,” you tried. “You don’t need me, you can clearly handle yourself and navigate the facility. Let me go—”
“Hush,” he bit out, his face now hidden as he flipped down the ballistics visor. “Stop complaining. And stop dragging your feet. I’m helping you.”
His version of “help” was probably as useful as a hole in the head, but when he gave you a forceful yank, you picked up your feet. He was strong, much stronger than his host body should be. It must have been one of his anomalous properties, but that gave you a chance. If you could only touch his skin or the mask itself, you might be able to pry him away from his host.
“With all the skybridges retracted, we’re stuck in Heavy Containment,” he commented, his pace solid and even, as if he had a destination in mind. “But there’s a way out through the archival section. I know it, and so does your man.”
“…My man?”
He snorted.
“Well, less a man, more a beaky pain in the ass.”
After being caught by the guards and then 035 showing up, you’d almost forgotten about your original rescue mission. Shame heated the back of your neck.
“If he knows a way out, then… we should go to him.”
035 barked out a laugh.
“Yeah, no. You can get your beau after I get the hell out of here.”
You growled and tugged at his hold, but he simply gave another chuckle and continued to drag you along.
“I’ll let you go once I’m free and clear. I’ve gotta look after number one. You understand, don’t you, Reid? You’d throw me under the bus to save your own skin, seeing as you’ve done it before.”
He shoved you inside an opened room, and you struggled to stay on your feet. You caught a glimpse of a bank of surveillance screens before 035 pushed you against a computer console, the grin of his covered mask hovering inches from your face, barely glimpsed past the darkened shield.
“Stay put, sweetheart.”
Your silent glare followed him to where he stood before the wall of screens. 035 began to flip through them, and you realized they were various facility cameras, showing the corridors and mezzanines. None of the cameras had access to the interior of containment cells, as they had their own dedicated observation rooms, especially for SCPs labeled as cognitohazards.
What 035 was looking for, you didn’t know. There was the occasional security guard, and on one screen the actual MTF team, most likely the one that had been stationed underground near 682’s chamber. It was the only explanation for how they’d gotten on site so quickly.
You eyed 035’s uniform, about to ask him how he’d gotten out of containment before 079 had opened the cells, but his full attention was on the screens, working the controls that moved the cameras.
You inched toward the door.
“Do you understand what you are?”
You went still and looked over your shoulder. 035’s back was to you, his focus on the monitors, but you still sensed the uncanny weight of his attention.
“SCP-001.”
“But do you know what that means?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
He turned around to face you, bracing his hands back against the console as he eyed you with a tilt of his head. You almost wished you could see the mask. That blank slate of a shield was somehow more disturbing than his frozen grin.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
You pressed your lips together and stared back.
When enough time had passed to indicate you weren’t going to answer, he pushed himself away from the computers, his steps slow and mocking.
“Would you like to know? I’ll tell you right now. All you need to do is ask.”
“No.”
You shrank against the wall, the solid surface against your back as he crowded your space, towering over you. Of course, he couldn’t pick a host body that was smaller than yours. Showmanship and intimidation were just as important to him as a functioning body.
“I’ll tell you anyway, little bird.” 035 raised a hand to your face, rubbing a gloved finger against the side of your cheek. “You… are the answer.”
You turned your face away from his touch, unease crawling over your skin, though you frowned at his cryptic words.
“But the answer to what question?” he mused. “Now, there’s the mystery.”
You scoffed. 035 was either stalling for some reason you couldn’t see, or he was simply so arrogant as to think the breach would operate on his schedule. Either way, you didn’t have time for this.
Your attempt to push him off was met with an amused chuckle.
“Who do you think locked you in that cell with 049?”
You froze. Your body was locked in place, air trapped in your lungs. 035 tilted his head and gazed off to the side, as if trying to recall a particularly elusive piece of information.
“Who influenced poor… oh, what’s his name. Kevin? Kelly? Kenneth, yes, that’s it. Who pushed the unfortunate boy into sealing the door, cutting off your escape from our good doctor?”
Kenneth, who had been acting less and less like himself as time went on. Kenneth, with his nosebleeds, his unusual fear of 035, and his apparent infection with Pestilence.
Why hadn’t you seen it? Or sensed it? You still didn’t fully understand the extent of your abilities, but wouldn’t you have known if something was wrong with him?
A worse thought occurred to you. What if you had sensed it but had been so focused on 049, you’d simply ignored it?
“That was you?” The words were a wheeze in your throat. “Why?”
035’s tilted head drifted back to you, the shadow of the mask barely glimpsed beneath.
“Maybe I was curious. Maybe I was bored. Maybe I just wanted to see what would happen when 049 dug in his claws. If you would fall prey to his cure and blow this whole fucking circus sky-high, or if you would fizzle out his deadly touch.”
Another sinister chuckle.
“I certainly didn’t expect you to become an adverse amplifier. You’re only supposed to neutralize us. Make us harmless, inert. Not reverse our abilities. It’s all dreadfully fascinating. 049 never spoke of it, did he? There’s a name for what you are, and we all know it.”
Your attempts to shake him off were as successful as the first time, and you bared your teeth at him.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about any of that shit. I’m going to find 049, so either help me, or get out of my goddamn way.”
035’s head moved away as if he was genuinely taken aback, but his words were light.
“Bossy for someone in zip tie bracelets.”
He moved closer, a sinister undercurrent to his words.
“Now, come along, sweet girl. It’s time for you to make yourself useful. You owe me for that lie you told the Site Director. He stuffed me in an airtight, lead-lined box, and I did not care for it.”
He flipped up the shield, the grin spread wide in contrast to his angered words.
“But… I’m a generous man, and you’ve caught me in a good mood. If you give me what I want, I’ll point you in the direction of your precious doctor. Deal?”
You swallowed compulsively, eyeing the smooth porcelain. There was no glimpse of the MTF soldier underneath, nothing but black holes for eyes and a mouth.
“And what is it you want?”
It was dangerous to even let him entertain the possibility of a deal, like trying to barter with the Devil and come out ahead, but if there was a chance he knew where 049 had been taken…
He perked up, previous chipper attitude bubbling to the surface.
“For you to be my meat shield, as it were. Lots of nasties in this place, and I’d rather not have to burn through bodies. You’re the perfect cover for me to slip by.”
Oh. Well, that didn’t seem too bad. Which, of course, immediately raised your suspicions.
“Tell me where 049 is first, and I’ll do it.”
035 clicked his tongue with a playful head-tilt.
“That’s not how this works, little bird.”
“Stop calling me that.”
The grin seemed to spread wider even though it didn’t actually move.
“Well, I can’t call you big bird. That name’s already been taken by our tall, feathered friend. You do know he has feathers, don’t you?”
You said nothing beyond your silent glare. 035’s glee seemed to grow.
“Did you not get him naked enough for that? I had no idea you were both that repressed.”
Bile and rage burned in your throat, equally choking.
“Fuck you.”
“No, thank you. I’d rather not have big bird’s sloppy seconds.”
An angry noise ripped out of you as you launched forward. But 035 was quicker than the Site Director, jerking back before your forehead could collide with his.
He shoved you against the wall without care, a cackle erupting from the mask despite the tragic face that appeared within the blink of an eye.
“For being the one who introduced you two, you’re awfully uncooperative with me.”
“You locked me in!” you screamed. “You tried to kill me!”
“You were already dying,” he hissed, the humor dropped from his voice. “Because of me, the good doctor healed you. Because of me, Kenny-boy let you out so you could go stick 079 in a socket. You’re here, able to whine about how unfair your life is, because of me. You should be grateful.”
Rage burst from your rib cage like dragon fire. You kicked as hard as you could, colliding with his knee and pulling out a surprised grunt. You shoved him off-balance with the force of your full weight behind it, and then you were free, running out the door and down the hall, your rage curdling into biting fear.
035’s voice followed, echoing off the walls as if he surrounded you on all sides.
“Not very sporting of you, sweetheart.”
You didn’t stop. Your breath burned in your chest after months of inactivity, but you pushed your legs, feet pounding against the tile. The corridors were cleared out, empty of personnel, guards, or even SCPs. If you’d been thinking clearly, it might have given pause.
You recognized the double set of doors ahead of you: the entrance to the Heavy Containment cafeteria. Bursting through the unlocked doors, you ignored the stairs to your right that led down into the dining tables and kitchen, instead running across the raised walkway that spanned the spacious room.
A hand clamped around your wrist just as you made the halfway point. 035 yanked you backwards, back to him, and you didn’t resist.
No, you didn’t resist. You ran straight at him, using your momentum and his pull to carry you forward. He realized what you were doing too late.
The walkway lacked any sort of traditional railing, but what it did possess was a glass wall barricade, blocking it off from the cafeteria below. Not acrylic, not polycarbonate, but real glass.
Your shoulder collided with 035’s chest, and he crashed back through the glass, carrying you both over the edge into the open air.
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