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Captive Curiosity

(A slenderman scp ficlet)

Part 1

She'd never get over the sheer size of him, the long yet stocky build of a predator laying strapped against the steel custom table, mind left to wander aimlessly in an unmovable vessel. She almost felt bad for him, especially when he vocalized his discomfort to her. A long guttural groan that rippled through her own body and made the medical tools clatter gently. She hushed him and ran her delicate fingers over the defined line of his jaw. Staring face to face with the tilted and unresponsive blank head.

"I suppose, if I was in your shoes I wouldn't like this either"

But she wasn't, and she'd never be. It was almost too easy to dehumanize the intelligent individuals here, especially when they were pumped full of sedatives. In SCP-∆∆∆∆'s case, he also got a round of butyrophenones. Highly concentrated antipsychotics to keep him calm. Most of his day on the table consisted of paralysis and sleep, only vaguely aware of what was happening around and to him. The Slenderman, though reluctant, had performed incredibly in all intelligence tests given to him. When marked with powdered sugar he was able to correctly identify his reflection and remove the substance from himself, his problem solving skills? almost unmatched throughout the entire facility, which shown through heavily when given puzzles with and without food reward. He understood cause and effect and to a degree gave yes and no answers. Still.. he never spoke to any of his caretakers. Investigation into his anatomy had shown that he was capable of producing a wide range of sounds, even some that were too low for the human ear to hear, but no speech. It puzzled researchers greatly, in many of the accounts taken in relation to SCP ∆∆∆∆ it states that he had lured young children out from the safety of their parents and the protection of parks to follow him into the nearby forested area. When the surviving children were questioned many had stated that he had spoke to them.

Some could chalk it up to a child's wild and fearful imagination, having experienced a traumatic event but even then it didn't sit well with the woman in front of him.

It was like a dream come true to be able to work with an animal such as this, he could easily be three times her height and weight, His skin was a mesmerizing black, and pleasantly warm to the touch. Her eyes traced the beautiful gradient of color that shifted from that piercing black to illustrious off white only to settle on the fading red marking that ran the length of his torso like that of a tie. It was no sheer coincidence that all the accounts they had of the white king depicted a tall humanoid wearing an elegantly tailored suit. When they had captured him all that time ago his "tie" had been a striking scarlet, like the rest of him it was deep, haunting… rich but now the color had started to fade dramatically without explanation.

A king huh? As nonsensical as it sounded. It was fitting. A king of what though, the king of the forest? perhaps. Such a ruler surely had few subjects.

Before she was even allowed to interact with him in person, she had been permitted to view him though one sided glass. The black sheen hadn't been enough to disrupt his detection of her however, in turn promoting the single instance that fueled her enthusiasm and awe towards the entity. He approached her slowly and deliberately. Each foot fall calculated and sultry. She'd seen how his muscles flexed and how he looked at her for just a second. A meer moment. Allowing her to sketch him in her notes messily before he called out her. The low gutteral noise traveled through the glass, through the ground and traveled through her organs.

He seemed kingly then in that moment, as if her walked with nobility and purpose. The fact that he dedicated that short time to interacting solely with her and made her stomach flutter.

Y/n knew all too well that this particular feeling was well out of line in her line of work and would shake it off as many times as it needed to be in order to continue her work, but still. The being scared her immensely, but there was something else, respect? Maybe.

The memory in her mind had long since fragmented and she knew, no longer held the complete truth, it still made her smile.

She reached for her tools thoughtfully, a pair of shears to relieve the being of his massive claws. His hands, like the rest of him were huge in comparison to hers yet they held the same delicate posture. Sliding the pointed tip into jaws of the clippers, she had to put all her weight into her palms to cut through the tough keratin.

The giant lurched against the table, arching his spine and struggling to keep his position before slumping back down. Startled, the woman let her cheeks puff out before shakily letting the air out again. She ran her hand through her hair before smiling half heartedly "You're so dramatic and for what? Give me that, we need to do the others"

She grabbed his pale hand and continued her work, wondering if it was fine to leave him with the ability to move or if she needed to dose him again. The woman liked to think that after being his primary care taker for so long that they'd have some sort of positive relationship, but the simple fact was that if SCP ∆∆∆∆ were to ever be without a dose that he could tear her apart before anyone could manage to dart him.

it was no secret to why SCP ∆∆∆∆ was not only in class Keter, but also an SCP who was only permitted to be studied and handled by senior researchers. One slip of a hand, one unlocked door and hundreds of lives could be lost.

She had been trained for escapee protocols before, but how did you contain something that could teleport to begin with, let alone recontain it after it's initial escape? Unfortunately for her, the only plan given to the staff should SCP ∆∆∆∆ escape was to try to sedate him, or to sacrifice yourself by running to the back of his enclosure where the monster would hopefully follow. She had not been given information about how he was captured, only assigned him. Instead of adding him to the ever growing list of patients she had already, they reassigned all of her previous studies leaving The Slenderman as her sole priority.

The sound of the metal door to the lab startled her out of her thoughts and left her nearby hand to dart to the chest of the creature and apply pressure as if to stop him from reacting. Eyes bounced between the individual on the table and the vital screen. She watched the steady rhythm of the line jump and let go of her own breath which had left to go stale in her lungs.

"Scared ya didnt I? Don't tell me that thing's got you on edge doctor"

Thomas Metts - was a spirited young fellow who looked rather out of place in the establishment he worked. He was chipper and was the first to offer a beverage or to crack a joke at someone else's expense. In comparison to her tired eyes and slumping form, he stood upright and held the vigor of his early teenage years.

"Honestly" she put down the nail clippers with some force making the metal clatter against her work station. "If you're going to come into work late the least you can do is do it quietly." She watched the young man shrug off his coat and relocate it to his designated cubby hole, finding himself a pair of discardable medical gloves and equipping himself with them.

"Relax, he's all drugged up anyways. It's not like he can startle anyways"

She thought back to the movement moments ago, this wasn't true. He could move, it was just sluggish. A sure sign that whatever work she was doing needed to be brought to a screeching halt and the creature be returned to his quarantine.

"Actually, his meds are wearing off. No thanks to you I wasn't able to get everything done"

The man made a disgruntled face, his features scrunching up as he stuck his tongue out at her childishly.

"My kid kept me up all night screaming, give me some slack. it took every bit of effort to get out of bed."

The woman did not, in fact she had very little sympathy for the man's story especially when it directly interfered with the safety of the situation.

"Yeah yeah, help me get him back before he wakes up and kills us all, oh and just so you know. His dental work and skin samplings are all on you to collect."

Thomas, less than thrilled about the assignment, opened his mouth to argue but closed it thinking better of it.

"It's been here this long and no one has gotten basic DNA samples from the thing?"

The man's lack of basic knowledge of his own job erked her to no end. Her face curled into a sneer as they rolled the table into the elevator, after swiping his ID card Thomas regretted turning around to meet her gaze.

"No, they haven’t, and I can't imagine why. I'm his leading behaviorist, you and your colleagues are scientists. Honestly! I handle his diet, environment not to mention monitoring his psychological health, anything extra I do for your team is generous. I'm not even supposed to make physical contact with him! So technically I just broke protocol by doing the monthly maintenance and screenings that you were too late into work to do yourself!"

The man recoiled, holding his arm in front of his torso and ducking his head down, smiling ever so slightly at the woman's rage.

"Jesus Doc, calm down. I figured you were my boss cause of all the yelling ya do"

"What otta happen is that I report your negligence and have you fired, or at least reassigned to a lower classed oddity."

Thomas grumbled, a worried glint in his eye that told her that he was actually worried about her reporting him. As he should. The silence between the two was palatable and was only broken when their patient started moving in the already crowded elevator. Arching his back and slowly turning his head to the side, looking behind him only to turn and do the same thing opposite.

"He's trying to turn on his belly so he can stand. We need to hurry this up before he realizes fully that we're in here with him, hey, watch the feet watch the feet!"

Thomas rounded towards the opening elevator door only for his shirt to be caught by the dewclaw of the creature’s foot which shot out in a reaching motion, extending his nails. His feet looked ancient, reptilian and at the same time bird-like in nature. With four prominent clawed toes and a dewclaw on each suspended ankle.

The woman rounded the table reached in with both hands and safely unhooked the struggling man. Regarding her patient quickly she grabbed the handle of the table carefully hoping to not catch the business end of his claws and pulled, luckily Thomas followed suit. Rushing him into the machinery that transported him back into his cell before any further consciousness could be achieved.

Both panting, they watched behind tinted reinforced glass as the table disappeared into the mechanism in the floor, leaving SCP ∆∆∆∆ to stumble to his feet and groggily look around.

"Hah, guess we did it just in time, suppose I should give him a couple of hours to break down the medication before I redose him for those samples ay?"

A hardy punch met the man's shoulder, followed soon after by the cry of surprise.

"That could have been bad, why are you taking this so lightly, we could have died Thomas, other people could have died"

"But they didn't. We didn't" the man retorted. "Also, that counts as assault,you know!” still holding his arm, Thomas can't avoid the evil glare his coworker gives him. It makes his gut curl up in anxiety.

"I'll get the samplings done. Thanks for covering for me today"

Hello, it's me, the one writing!

I just wanted to come in here and say, I've been working on this for too long, and... I'm tired of not having some part of it posted. I did have a couple of betas read over this but. Hah... Wouldn't you know it. I didn't edit any of it after. Whoops!

Anyways. I've never actually been involved in the SCP fandom, save for a couple of stories and watching a few playthroughs of the games. I worked with what I knew. Hopefully Tumblr enjoys this.

#creepypasta #scp fandom #eldrich #eldritch #slenderman #slenderman/reader #slenderman x you #slenderman x reader

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alkalineark · 2 years ago

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Fish in a Bucket

(Slenderman fluff Oneshot)

Minnie Gribsbee watched as the frog slid out of her hands and leapt onto the wet mucky ground, the creature fumbled through the creeping Jenny and partially submerged coontails until it gave one final powerful leap and kerplunk into the water like a heavy stone. The little girl squealed and waved her still pudgy hands excitedly, overjoyed that she had managed to catch the bullfrog. She had tried many times before but she had always either lacked the patience or was too easily seen by the amphibians to get close enough. This particular frog had wandered just far enough from the water that it hadn't mattered how brightly colored her dress was, or that she had practically tripped over herself, falling in the mud, and staining her brand new yellow sundress to catch him.

"Mr. Frog where have you gone?"

Minnie, no older then the age of seven, now stood knees deep in her family's private stock pond, the only ones to watch her being the terrified fish she had trapped in a five gallon feed bucket.

She had watched her father cast out the nets countless times and had always planned on doing it herself despite not being strong enough to lift the tangle of line. Minnie however, had always been the type to problem solve and had heard from her father that the fish spawned under the dock during the spring, and April had long left them. The girl hefted the nets off the edge of the wooden dock and tried to replicate what she had seen her father and older brothers do. She'd been so proud of herself when she finally managed to heave the net through the frog spawn and algee, ashore with four fighting bluegill wriggling in the ropes.

Now they swam in circles along the bottom of the bucket filled half way with dirty water from the pond and the occasional hand of the girl.

"One, two, three, four! Four fishy friends"

And while her bucket lacked the frog she considered it to be an abundant catch for the day. She pulled at the metal handle and struggled to inch the bucket up the bank and into the soggy grass, the underwater foliage reached out for her bare feet, slick and without traction to keep her upright Minnie fell backwards onto the bank while her halfway bucket tipped forward and back, drenching her front with it's murky remnants.

"Oh no! Fishies!" She cried. Sitting up in the mud to peek into the bucket where to her relief still held four very tired and frightened sunfish. The bucket turned out to be lighter with less water in it which made it easier for her to finish pulling it up the bank and through the field, leaving a trail of disturbed grass behind it.

The spring breeze began to blow, it caused Minnie to shiver and play a game all on her lonesome. A primal instinct really, to stay in the sunlight. It's warm glow flicked in the sway of trees that loomed heavily overhead. Every time she found herself out of the sun's watchful gaze she quickened her pace and went out of her way to find a sunny place to stand again. The thought to abandon the bucket had occurred one or two times but the determination to show her father far outweighed the temporary discomfort that crawled across her skin.

The long stretch of darkness that greeted her made her frown, her house was only 50 feet or so away but something deep inside told her to wait in this place. The sunny patch she stood in now was warm and made the fish in the bucket glimmer beautifully, the dandelions danced as if they were waving hello at her. She sat by the clump of weeds carefully. Listening to the bucket of fish slosh as she let go of the handle. Her small head turned towards the grand oaks and white ashes, they were beautiful this time of year and in the distance the foliage only spread further. The pollen in the air from them, was far less pretty. The cold and her allergies made strands of snot leak from her nose which had turned a rosey pink she wiped it on her bare arm, but only after looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching.

But, someone was watching, just not someone she had noticed. Hunkered down in the highlands thickets a young boy watched her with interest. Lured in by the sounds of splashing and her high pitched voice. At first, he had thought it was a predator. Some lowly scavenger ready to leap out at him and erase the possibility of competition. He had never reached an ...edge before. His parents territory seemed to stretch forever, endless valleys. Countless cliffs. Plenty of lakes and creeks. He had time to explore it all, and explore he did, each and every day. With or without his parent's watchful gaze. And why should he be watched? His mother and father had not once lost a fight he had seen. Not one. They were unkillable. Immortal. Surely he'd be the same if push came to shove. But it never did, because this thing Infront of him wasnt a predator. How could it be? They were just a hair smaller then himself. They looked like him too, if only subtly. The main differences he quickly noticed was that their head was strangely filled with features that seemed to morph and change with what he could only guess we're their emotions, and their claws were horrible looking! Blunt little nubs that wrapped around and held the ground colors! The more he looked the more questions he had. Minnie was oblivious to the male in the blueberry thicket and flashed her teeth at the fish before sprinkling the dandelion flowers into the bucket.

She had grazer teeth and yet she had capture prey? The meer thought of this confused him. From a distance, he couldn't see much but he most definitely saw no fangs on her. No fangs, no claws, a weird face. She wasn't even eating the prey! How did this thing survive? Confusion plagued the cub, he had been brought this creature many times by his parents to perfect his throat hold, he had felt their fragile throats and knew of the softness their bodies held. he had them shredded almost daily by his attentive mother in the nest. He had always assumed that in her dutifulness that she had bitten the claws and other harmful bits away from the bodies. It surprised him that they were simply this bare, this plain. With no defense and no offense… It seemed like their only use was to be eaten by others.

Minnie had heard the foliage shift drastically and looked up with a startle, the sharp fins of the bluegill ran over her hands slickly as her vision settled on a .. a rather odd fellow. Yes, very strange indeed. It looked like a little man in a onesie suit. Her eyebrows scrunched together in a worried expression as the strange boy stalked to her on all fours, how did he move so quickly like that, and why did it look painful? She didn't want to be rude, maybe he was from a neighboring property. The thought was promptly knocked out of her as he continued his approach, he was stark white, like snow on a winter morning and a newly bloomed daisy, and his face! He was horribly disfigured oh! Oh! How awful!

The changes in the weird slenderkin's face made him nervous. He had the upper hand, she was sitting he was on the move however that didn't make him any less wary. She could be protective of her cash* and while he was positive he could take the female in a fight. (He often scarfed his meals down to fight his brother's for theirs) he had never seem a live ….. whatever this was.

Cash* a collection of food, typically meat stored away in a safe place.

When Minnie stood, so did the strange boy. From all fours he stood upright and she quickly realized that he wasn't wearing a suit onesie… or much of anything it looked like. His body was a shiny black save for his hands, feet and head area which was white. His skin glimmered even in the shade. He reminded Minnie of the fat black racer they had in the barn. Her father had told her repeatedly to leave the snake alone but the small set of scars on her round arms was a constant reminder to her disobedience. She liked that he was shiny, and admired the red splotch that only just speckled his chest. She'd never seen a human like this before, maybe he was one of those kids that her momma had told her about. To be really nice to. Her mother had called them disabled, but he seemed to move around just fine. From her understanding they got picked on and didn't have many friends. She couldn't understand why he looked wild, he looked fun.

"Why, hello there! Um. You're on Gribsbee property now. I didn't know if you knew that."

Slender, didn't understand what she was saying. But the fact that she was squeaking at him in that high pitched manor couldn't be too good. What was she doing? Calling for her parents? He could do that too! >:0, maybe she was warning him not to get closer. That she'd attack. He focused on her, like he had been taught. Tried to read her intentions, he opinions. He could only read into her so much before the physical exhaustion hit him. She seemed… friendly enough from what he gathered.

He came closer still. Drinking in her scent. She smelled familiar enough. Like water, and dirt but also salt and something different. It settled fondly on his pallet and made him feel at ease.

"Are you from the other side of the brush there? My momma says that it's dangerous to go in there without her. Is it not dangerous?"

The noises continued to drip from her mouth. Didn't she know they they had to be quiet? Quiet always. You talk to each other directly, with your head. It took energy, and tired them out quickly but speaking this way helped them practice and made conversations strictly important. He swiveled his head around, searching his surroundings thoroughly. They were out in the open. Which left them vulnerable, but also made seeing predators from a far much more easy.

"Do ya not talk? Well. I guess not. you don't look like you have a mouth. Say? How do you eat without a mouth? Does a doctor stick a tube in your belly and give you baby food? My daddy told me the doctors would do that if I didn't eat my dinner but they haven't yet"

Minnie sat back down and gazed into the bucket of water swaying the container back and forth so that they water made short lived waves and sunk the flowers to the bottom. Slender watched wordlessly.

"Do ya want to look at the fishies? I put flowers in there for them to eat, but I don't think they want them. I think they actually eat worms but those are icky. Why would anything wanna eat a worm"

Her tongue poked out from between her lips and her nose scrunched up in disgust, her face fell into a confused albeit lopsided smile as the boy got even closer, slowly settling himself into a sitting position similar to hers in the shade.

The little girl butt scootched her way over to him and drug the bucket along with her, still sitting in the warm sun.

Slender loomed over the bucket's edge, staring at the overstocked waters. The fish were a dull green brown. Aside from one which looked to have a touch of red and orange to him, almost copper. He reached his hand in, mimicing what he had seen the other cub do. Letting the fish bodies run again his claws and palms. It was a weird feeling, unnaturally so. He knew about fish, but it was hardly something his parents would bring home due to their size. He remembered being brought to a creek to forage for small crustaceans which led to him and his siblings to chasing fish in the waist deep water. They had difficultly catching them individually, and none of them seemed to have an interest in working together to corner the school.

"These are bluegill. They're a type of sunfish. But not that one! That one's called a pumpkin seed. The one with the red ears. I think they are really pretty. I wanna show my poppa but I think they are getting sleepy."

Minnie frowned and looked at the fish, which were sitting still now, only thrashing themselves in the water when their bodies touched one another or a hand.

Slender stared at her, and then the bucket and yet again, back at her. The prey was dying. Was that what she was saying? He let out a throaty bark. A chirp. He usually, only ever chirped at his parents, a very demanding and insistent vocal cue that said "I'm hungry!" Or "that's mine!" When she bared her teeth at him in a smile, he had had enough. His own teeth bared in silent aggression and his body reared on to his knees. He rushed at her, headbutting her and pushing her into the ground. The muddy, yellow cloth she had draped over her flew over top of her head and hands. Rendering her, in his opinion. Immobilized. She squeaked in what he only could interpret as defeat.

"Oh! Hey! That's not nice of you! Oomph" Minnie cried as she fell over rather unlady like. Her face grew red with embarrassment and her hands quickly splayed out to balance herself before smoothing over her ruined dress.

"Noo! FISHIES!" The girl shrilled and rushed to pull at the weird boys back. He was eating the fish! Wait.. he was eating the fish?

Her hands unclenched from him, as he turned around, startled and most likely a little defensive. His blank face sporting some rather prominent teeth and between them, the flopping body of a bluegill. He chewed it fast and without any manners before digging his hand through the bucket once more, the sleepy fish coming to life once more and swimming quickly in circles. They actually seemed to evade his grasp despite being in such a small space.

"You're not supposed to eat those! You gotta cook fish before you eat them silly."

When the boy ignored her and held another flopping fish between his long finger nails she took her opportunity to catch the pumpkin seed. She petted the half dead fish, and briefly wondered if she could run to the pond and throw him back in before he suffocated. His stilling body told her that he was already gone. Minnie looked at the fish, tears brimming at the side of her eyes. He was so pretty and she took him out of the water and now he was dead.. guilt ate at her insides as she pet the beautiful copper scales.

The only thing that pulled her from her sadness was the snort of the boy kneeling across from her. The bucket was empty, and he looked at her expectantly or atleast thats what she interpreted. He wanted the pumpkin fish. Smiling sadly she held her hands flat out to him.

"Well, at least he didn't die for nothing. If you are gonna eat him too. "

Rather then take the fish with his hands the boy lapped up the fish, using his tongue and teeth to take the body straight from her hands. She jumped a little. Why did this kid have sharper teeth then she did? He was acting like an animal, eating out of her hands like a horse would.

Slender looked into the bucket again, there was no more food. He tipped the bucket over, letting the water spill. Still no more food. He drank some of it, but the staring he received from the weird female slenderkin was concerning. She was making another one of those expressions.

"Um. Well. You can have the bucket. I guess. Maybe you can use it to catch more fish. I have to go have a bath. Goodbye!"

Minnie waved at the strange mute kid, turned on her heels and ran home, ignoring the chilly air that consumed her in the shade. It wasn't until she reached the porch that she looked back and realized she hasn't told the boy her name, or ask for his, but he was gone and so was the bucket.

Hello! If you've read all of this, omg thank you so much. Writing isn't always the easiest thing for me, but Ive had such a passion for it ever since I was young. This is the first thing on Tumblr I've actually posted that's completely my own creation (aside from a drawing or two reeeeeally far down there) I'm nervous but excited for any sort of feed back. Until then, Arkwork. :)

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