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wolveria · 5 months ago

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The Raven's Hymn - Ch 54

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: "Trust me?" "Always."

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Against all odds and expectations, you made it to the archives without being attacked, waylaid, or harassed. Considering your company, even the most dangerous anomaly would hesitate before crossing paths with your group. 682 might not be back to his original size, but he was still deadly and unkillable, and 053 would mentally affect any humans before they ever caught sight of you.

Much like Safe Object Storage, the archives contained items that were labeled as Safe and needed minimum containment. What made them so lethal as to be buried deep within Heavy Containment was what they could do to a person when touched or perceived.

You glanced around the large foyer, doors surrounding the walls that led to different hallways and sections of the archives. It reminded you of 106’s dimension, of the circular room filled with gaping corridors that branched out into the darkness, and you shivered.

“So,” you began when the group came to a stop in the middle of the room, “do you know which way to go?”

It took 049 a moment to realize you were talking to him.

“I have never been here before, nor do I know of an exit—”

He tilted his head in a peculiar way, as if catching a sound only he could hear.

“What? What is it?”

“I do not know. There is something…” He trailed off, turning in a slow circle to face the plethora of doors. He came to a stop, facing one, and said, “There.”

“Is it the Pestilence?”

“No.” The answer came out faint, his gaze distant. “But it is… familiar.”

You exchanged a glance with 682, but the reptile said nothing, giving a roll of his eyes before turning toward the door. Apparently, he didn’t think much of 049’s choice.

Seeing as you were the one closest to the door with opposable thumbs, you strode forward and pulled open the door on its tracks. It moved with a pneumatic hiss of released pressure, and thanks to 079 in the system, didn’t require a keycard you lacked.

682 with 053 on his back went first, with you in the middle and 049 covering the rear. He closed the door behind you, and white light illuminated the long hallway. The power in this section had its own separate grid and had remained online during the breach.

Doors lined both sides of the corridor, first on one side and then another, alternating so no two doorways faced each other. They appeared to be made of thick concrete and steel, the size of their hinges and the hatch handles giving the impression of bulkheads or vault doors.

As you continued along the hallway, you watched 049. The idea that 035 might have been right about him knowing a way out made you more uneasy, not less. And the distant look in 049’s eyes began to change, sharpen with focus, and when he stopped before one of the doors, you knew you’d found your destination.

“Wait.”

049 paused, his hands freezing before grabbing the hatch. You eyed 682, and wisely decided to ask before reaching for his neck.

“I need to get out 079. Make sure it’s safe to open and the security measures have been disabled.”

“Fine.” The reptile, now the size of a small pony, eyed you with one large, yellow slitted eye. “I suggest you take care.”

“I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Sarcasm does not become you.”

Instead of rolling your eyes, which was quite tempting, you offered a tight-lipped smile and pulled the bag strap from his neck and over his head, careful not to tangle it in his green mane. You looped the strap over your neck and shoulder before pulling out the laptop, and unable to find a nearby flat surface, you smiled at 053 and put the computer on her lap.

“Wanna say hi to 079?”

“Yeah!”

You flipped open the laptop and immediately the screen illuminated with the black and white image of 079’s projected image.

“079.”

“Reid. Your success and survival are an aberration.”

“I missed you, too. Can we get into this room safely?”

“Yes.”

“Great—”

“Hi, 079!”

The snappish computer didn’t have an immediate response to the girl’s outburst.

“…Hello.”

“We’re going on an adventure.”

“If that is what you quantify as a journey that will likely end in the deaths of everyone in this facility—"

“Okay.” You lifted the laptop from 682’s back. “We can catch up later. Anything else we should know before going inside?”

The computer glared at you as much as possible with a static face.

“Do not linger.”

Helpful.

“Thanks.”

“The Foundation has sent outside forces, and once they have finished reconnecting the skybridges, they will attempt to recapture the facility.”

“Oh. Right, thank you.”

You closed the screen, tucked it away inside its bag, and then stepped forward only to be blocked by a gentle hand.

“I will open it.” Despite the troubled look he held, his words were soft. “You’ve done more than your share to get us this far.”

You stepped back and nodded, mostly because you didn’t trust yourself to speak. Even now, with death all around you and danger chasing at your heels, your mind still went stupid and fuzzy when his eyes went all soft and warm like that.

049 gripped the hatch in his gloved hands and turned the handle. It might be unlocked, but with the strength it took for 049 to open it, you guessed it would ordinarily take two guards to turn the wheel and open the door. It rumbled on his hinges as 049 pulled it outward, the corridor wide enough to give plenty of room to the massive door.

He stepped through first, and you followed him into an entry way, beyond that a second doorway, this one constructed of two sets of glass to form an airlock.

Next to the airlock was an informational placard in an octagonal shape. At the top was the green lock symbol for Safe. Next, a weaving triangle that indicated it as a Warning risk class, and on the other side, a Keneq disruption class. Both were level three, indicating significant risk to an area the size of a city.

At the top of the placard read, ITEM#: 5917.

“049,” you said, “I don’t think we should—”

The glass door shattered as he hit it with the point of his elbow. He cleared the remaining fragments of tempered glass with his arm, the shards unable to pierce his thick hide.

No alarm sounded, proof that 079 had indeed shut down any security measures or alarms. The second glass door broke as easily as the first, reinforced glass not presenting much of a challenge to the SCP. He strode forward into the room, and you followed at a more cautious pace.

There were two objects contained within the space, and the muted lights overhead reminded you of a museum exhibit, especially with one of the objects housed under a glass display on top of a pedestal. The other was a large, oblong box in the middle, lying flat on the ground.

049 homed in on the smaller object, but you walked up to the coffin-like structure and read the plague melded onto the side: SCP-5917-1.

Another round of shattering glass filled the room as 049 broke the glass, and he opened the box and pulled out an intricately decorated silver scroll case with gold trim. He stared at it, mesmerized, and said, “This will guide us out of our captivity.”

You barely heard his words; you stepped onto the ridge around the base of the large box, recognizing it for what it was. It was an anomalous-corpse cryogenic chamber, and under the glass lid, you could see the body inside.

It was both humanoid and avian, with brown speckled feathers that disappeared under dark brown robes, and what you mistook for a mask was an actual curved beak.

“They look like… you.”

“There are no others like me.”

When you didn’t move or speak, only continued to stare at the bird-like being, 049 joined you, and he froze with a wide, confused expression.

“I do not understand.”

682 cast a narrow eye at the contents of the coffin and let out a horse-like snort.

“More crows. Not so special, are you.”

053 tried to reach for the lid, her eyes large and curious, but 682 pulled her away before she could do more than smudge the glass with her hands. 049 remained stock still, his own expression wide and on the edge of panic.

“Hey.” You rested your hand on his arm, your thumb stroking the course fabric of his skin. “It’s okay, we can figure this out later.”

You indicated the case in his hand, sealed with tiny silver latches.

“You said that will help us escape. Do you know how?”

He was lost, his words unsure as he met your eye, something pleading in them.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Come on, Doc,” spoke a voice from the doorway. “Use that birdbrain of yours.”

Lifting your shotgun, you spun and aimed, but 035 already had his rifle pointed at your chest.

“Now, now. Let’s not be hasty,” he crooned. “No one needs to be riddled with the un-fun kind of holes.”

You took in his appearance, changed since you last saw him. Black liquid oozed from the eyes and mouth of the mask, the decayed state of his body leaking through and staining the MTF’s attire. He was eating through his body too fast, and if you had to guess, he didn’t have much time left.

049 slipped in front of you, forcing you to aim the shotgun at the ground. Goddammit.

“I beg to differ,” he growled. 035 sighed.

“Are you still sore at me? Come now, it’s been over a hundred years. Let it go. I forgave you for that little crypt incident, didn’t I? Can’t we all just get along?”

“No.”

035 spoke louder and said, “Be a dear and convince your beau that I’m only here to help.”

You moved out from behind 049, out of reach before he could grab you, and aimed your shotgun again at 035. He mirrored the movement with his rifle, and you had the distinct feeling he enjoyed this game.

“What do you want?” you snapped.

049 gave you an unhappy look but stayed where he was. 682 was on the other side of the cryogenic chamber, hunched down as if to leap, but he didn’t. You didn’t think it was possible for the reptile to be unsure about anything, but as 053 clung to his back, eyes round with fear as she watched the oozing mask, you knew the reason why.

“Like I said before,” 035 said in a lazy drawl. “A ride out. And judging from the good doctor’s vacant expression, he doesn’t remember how to use the map.”

“What map?”

035 tilted his head toward 049, or more accurately, what was in his hands.

“That map.”

“Another one of your tricks,” 049 seethed.

“Is that poultry-popsicle a trick?” 035 gave him another curious look, his tone as equally interested. “You really don’t remember, do you?”

049 said nothing but narrowed his eyes, and 035 rewarded him with a mocking laugh.

“That’s all right, I couldn’t either. Being away from the Golden City tends to… distort one’s memories. But I sense your broken mind goes much deeper than that. They didn’t want you to remember anything. Not after what you did.”

He nodded toward the cryogenic chamber, his words laced with sinister glee.

“Are you saying 049 did that?”

“Is that what I’m saying?” 035 giggled at your scowl. “No, this death isn’t on his hands. But there are others, and their blood stains him down to the marrow. He’ll never wash it clean.”

“Falsehoods,” 049 growled. Maybe it was because of the corpse nearby, but you could imagine the snapping of a beak. “Your words are air, without substance. You speak lies and dress them as truths—”

“Am I lying about the feathers, Valens?”

049 went rigid.

“They itch, don’t they.” 035’s voice was low, equally seductive as it was insidious. “It must be torture. A constant prickling you can’t scratch, trapped under that hide like a coat of paint over rotted wood.”

“What’s he talking about?” you asked, and the unnerved look in his eyes made you far more uneasy than anything else. And how does he know your name?

“More tripe. A palaver of nothing.”

“Gods, you’re just as stubborn as you were a millennium ago.” Gone was 035’s amusement, replaced by genuine anger. “I’m trying to help, you old quack. If you don’t get that stick out of your ass, you’re going to die here, along with your precious assistant.”

049 started towards him, hands clenched at his sides as if he would like nothing more than to beat the mask into ceramic dust.

035 raised his rifle and aimed it directly at your face. 049 froze.

“I’ll do it. I’ll blow this place sky-fucking-high with a bullet to her skull. I actually like her, but I’ll see us all dead before I go back to that suffocating box.”

A sniffling noise interrupted the dead silence, and 682 released a low growl as the mask looked at the girl. Her face was teary as she clung to the reptile’s fur, and 035’s words went sharp.

“Really? You brought the brat and the dog, but you won’t take your old pal? And I was just about to tell you how the map works.”

“It’s okay,” you said to 053, your voice soft and hopefully calming. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

035 sighed, and like a switch being flipped, his hot anger became sweeping melodrama.

“Come on, sweetheart. You know kids make me antsy, and I need a steady trigger finger.”

049 stiffened, and his fists curled at his sides.

“Fine,” you said. “We’ll help you escape.”

049’s head snapped in your direction.

“Splendid,” 035 cajoled, but you didn’t pay attention to him, and instead met 049’s eye. His look of surprise and then anger faded into something more confused the longer you stared.

“Just how long have you been planning this containment breach?” you asked, finally breaking eye contact as you turned back to the oozing mask. “Most of the Site-19 anomalies are here. That can’t be a coincidence. Even the Dream Man showed me the Site-19 breach and said it would be important.”

035’s head went at a tilt, and his curiosity was like unseen fingers trailing over your skin. You held back the shiver.

“Yes… if only we all made it. Too bad about 173; I assume that was your work. Shame. I liked that little creep.”

“Dýo.”

The mask immediately perked up at 049’s tired voice.

“Oh, I love it when you say my name. Yes, dear?”

049 looked like he would rather be flayed than say another word, but he still asked:

“How do we use the map?”

“I’ll show you just as soon as you put down the gun, Reid.” He leaned his head in your direction, leering. “You no longer need it, and I’m not fond of that murderous little glint in your eye.”

You moved your hand to regrip the stock of the shotgun, but 035 didn’t see you reaching for the laptop bag. You sent him an ugly look, just in case he was mistaken in the belief that you didn’t despise him completely, and you set the shotgun on the ground and kicked it out of reach.

“Attagirl. Now, Valens, if you would, take the scroll out of the case and open it up.”

049 hesitated, but with 035’s rifle steadily aimed at your head, he didn’t have a choice. He unlatched the glittering case and took from it a scroll of old brown parchment. He carefully unfurled it, and as he did so his eyes widened, his gaze transfixed on what lay across its surface.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” 035 purred like a satisfied cat. “Do you remember how to read it?”

“I…”

That was all 049 said, as if entranced.

You reached for the bag again, and with both of them occupied, neither noticed you slip SCP-178 from an outside pocket. But someone did. 682 appraised you with one yellow eye, noting the anomaly clasped between your fingers before meeting your gaze again.

“Well?” 035 said, his tone clipped. “You better not fuck this up, Doc. You’re making more than one trip.”

That finally snapped 049 out of his fixation, and he looked at the mask with a growing frown in his gaze.

“What?”

“You’re taking me out of here first. I’m not staying a minute longer, and I gotta make sure you really give it your best shot.” 035 nudged the muzzle of his rifle in your direction. “Otherwise, ton cœur gets left behind to live out her days in a cell. So, you know. All the pressure.”

049 gripped the edges of the aged scroll so hard you worried he would tear it.

“No.”

035 dropped his playful tone, and his grinning face turned into the tragedy mask within the blink of an eye.

“What’s the problem? If you don’t screw it up, you’ll be back within seconds.”

“Rot in hell, enfoiré.”

“Stubborn old cloaca—”

“Run!”

You shouted the word to 682 at the same moment you put on the 3-D glasses, and the room erupted into chaos and strange, screeching nightmares.

The reptile bounded for the door, carrying 053 on his back and out of harm’s way as they made it through the broken airlock. You dived for the sarcophagus, blocking 035’s line of sight and his ability to shoot you. But he was too occupied to care; several 178-2s had popped into existence inside the room. Almost seven feet tall with smooth bodies and oblong heads, dozens of tiny black eyes dotting their surface, their claws were poised for ripping, and the appendages on their back could act like cutting whips or lethal blades.

035 yelled what sounded like curses in several languages before he started to fire.

Bullets ricocheted across the tile floor and embedded into walls and lights. More screeches filled the room as some of the bullets hit their targets. Terrified he’d been hit, you peeked around the cryochamber to search for 049, and found him trapped in a corner, one of the entities attempting to stab him with its scythe-like appendages.

049 gripped the appendages, and blood oozed down his wrists from where the blades bit into his palms, cutting through his hide.

You yanked off the glasses, and the chromatic double image of the world returned to its normal focus and color, and you stuffed 178 back into the bag and then crawled across the floor. The 178-2s had stopped popping into existence, but the remaining creatures were here to stay, and they were pissed.

049 was losing the fight with the larger anomaly. A slice bled from across his chest, and his arms shook where the 178-2 pushed down, making a horrible gurgling noise as its blades cut deeper into 049’s palms.

You lunged forward and grabbed it by the ankle, and before it realized its fight was over, the entity dissolved and fizzled into nothingness.

A wave of exhaustion hit you, and you lowered your forehead to the ground in an attempt to stop the room from spinning. You hadn’t caught your breath before you were grabbed by the waist and hoisted off the floor, 049 pulling your arm over his shoulder before half-dragging, half-carrying you out of the room.

Bullets pinged off the metal frame of the airlock behind you. 049’s hands were slick with his blood, and it must have hurt to support your weight, but he didn’t stop until you were at the end of the corridor in the rotunda room with the doorways leading outward.

He leaned you against the wall, putting his own back to the surface, but he wasn’t catching his breath. He was waiting for something.

The gunfire had stopped. Either 035’s body had succumbed to the 178-2s, or he’d killed them all. Either way, you had to find the others. Did 049 still have the scroll?

You opened your mouth to ask, and snapped it shut at the sound of racing footsteps down the corridor.

049 reached out and snatched the barrel of the gun as soon as it appeared, wrenched it downwards, and punched 035 hard across his porcelain face.

035 let out a string of curses that might have been Greek, stumbled off balance, and 049 grabbed him by his covered throat and slammed him against the wall.

“Son of a bitch—"

049 snapped his neck.

Whatever else 035 wanted to say, he wouldn’t be saying it now. 049 let his limp form slide to the ground, the legs splayed out like a broken doll, and he released a held sigh.

“I have waited a long time to do that.”

You also sighed, too tired to have patience for their thousand-year grudge match. You knelt next to the body and set the bag against your knees, and then you carefully pulled the mask off the corpse’s face. Nothing remained but a black, oozing sludge pile.

“What are you doing?”

The mask itself, stained with greasy pitch tears a moment ago, was now pristine and white in your hands.

“Taking him with us.”

“Tell me this is a poor jest.”

You looked up, but at the sight of his wounds still trickling blood, your irritation softened into a need to reach out and touch him. But you didn’t, not yet.

“Better us than the Foundation. He’s too dangerous to stay here. 035 trapped me in your containment chamber.”

“Pardon?”

“He manipulated at least one researcher to make it happen.” You swallowed hard. “Kenneth locked me in your cell, and that’s only what 035 has admitted to. Knowing him, he has more personnel under his sway. Maybe by removing him, they have a chance of being freed of his control.”

If they survived. Was Kenneth still alive? You couldn’t think of the alternative, not right now. You were mentally worn, trembling with physical exhaustion, and approaching the edge of what your sanity could handle.

049 watched you for a long moment, and then his shoulders lost their rigid edge.

“I will defer to your judgement.”

You placed the mask in the bag, using a separate pocket. The last thing you needed was for 035 to try and wear 079 like a body. You slung the laptop bag over your shoulder, and after a moment, you took 035’s rifle as well. Once you were on your feet, you reached for 049’s hand and gently squeezed his fingers, mindful of his injuries.

“Thank you.”

He smiled with his eyes, and you quickly looked down. You laid his knuckles across your palm and spread open his fingers, examining the wound more closely. The blade had sliced deep, and you were sure his other hand wasn’t much better.

Reaching for the bottom hem of your gown, you tore off two long strips, uneven and a poor substitute for a real bandage. You wrapped it around one hand, careful to cover the wound and tie it off tight before starting on the other. 049 allowed you to do this without a word, a compliant patient, even as he looked at you in a way no patient should.

“I know you two have a history,” you said, still cradling one of his hands even though you’d finished treating both, “but once we escape, I’ll find a way to safely secure him and—"

An explosion nearly rocked you both off your feet, and rumbling followed in an aftershock, deep within the bones of the facility. The growling screams of nearby 178-2s joined in with melodic cacophony, and a second shockwave sent you scurrying for the security desk. After yanking out the ethernet cable from the computer and inserting it into 079, you opened the lid and yelled, “What happened!”

Instead of responding with words, a surveillance feed flashed onto the screen showing a man on fire. He roamed down a hallway, leaving a conflagration of melting panels and combusting wall insulation in his wake.

“That’s SCP-457,” you said. Shit.

“At the current exponential increase of catastrophic events, this facility will be uninhabitable within a quarter hour. It is statistically unlikely the Foundation will be able to retake and salvage Site-20.”

“Where are 053 and 682?”

He showed you another corridor, and your heart fell. The burning man was either stalking them, or simply going in the same direction, but either way, you were cut off from reaching them unless you went straight through the anomaly.

“How do I get there?”

“I will guide your way.”

The room plunged into darkness, and with a low rumble, one of the heavy doors slid open, the corridor behind it illuminated with a trail of fluorescent lights. It was like the lit catwalk to 682’s cell, an unwelcome reminder.

After tucking 079 away, you took off down the corridor, making sure 049 was right behind you. The rifle you’d taken off the MTF body grew heavy in your hands as your strength continued to flag, and eventually you left it behind. You doubted bullets would harm an anomaly like 457 anyway.

It was easy to pick up his trail, the corridor blackened and still burning like a tunnel to Hell. The heat coming from the flames was considerable, but it wasn’t scorching like you expected, and you stepped closer.

049 took a quick step toward you, his eyes wide with fear at what you were about to do, but you walked into the flames before he could stop you. The fire licked your feet and legs, but it didn’t burn you or your clothing.

You looked back at 049 and held out your hand to him.

“Trust me?”

He glanced from your hand to your face, and his eyes were far warmer than the flames.

“Always.”

He took your hand and walked into the fire. The flames caressed his robes but didn’t burn them, and he followed you through the path of destruction, trusting that you would keep him alive with a single touch.

Now instead of following 079’s hallways of light, you followed 457’s corridors of flame, until eventually you rounded a corner and the burning man was there. He had no features to speak of, his entire body glowing white-hot, but even without eyes you sensed his gaze as he slowly turned to face you.

You paused, swallowed down your nervousness, and continued forward. The entity remained in your path, the flames around him hungry. You were forced to stop in front of him, and you gripped 049’s hand harder. You knew you were hurting him, but at this range without your protection, he would burn to ash within seconds.

457 continued to stare at you, but it didn’t feel like a challenge. It felt like he was waiting for you. You couldn’t explain the irrationality of it, but that thought scared you more than burning.

“Move.”

For a moment, you didn’t think the anomaly would listen. You could erase him, just as you’d done to 173, but you couldn’t do it while touching 049. You’d learned that hard lesson with the anomalous patient. But if you released 049, he would die.

Another few seconds passed, and you considered turning back, but then the anomaly stepped aside. He was letting you pass.

Come with me, you could almost sense the anomaly saying. Come with me, and we will burn it all.

No, you thought. I already have.

You walked past the burning man, and the heat that radiated from him ran hotter than any of the flames at your feet, and you wondered if you reached out if he would burn you.

But you held onto 049 and made it through the fire. 457’s gaze lingered on your back until you were out of sight. Neither of you stopped until you reached the corner where 682 and 053 were trapped against a containment door sealed shut. From the deep gouges around the edges of the door, 682 had tried to claw it open but lacked the strength of his full size to do so.

682’s mane was singed, but otherwise they were unharmed. The girl leapt and hugged you around the legs, and there were tear-tracks through the soot on her cheeks. Smoke filled the corridor ahead of the fire, and it burned your eyes as it clogged your throat. The fire might have been anomalous, but the smoke was from the burning of real material.

You coughed and held the neckline of your gown over your mouth, but the others weren’t affected by the rapidly darkening air. It was another reminder that despite your abilities, you were still very human.

“Hold onto my robes. I shall need both hands.”

You looked up in time to see 049 pull the scroll case out of his robes. You didn’t know how the parchment, presumably a map, was supposed to help you escape, but 049 seemed confident it worked by touch.

Hooking one arm around 053 and hoisting her onto your hip, you held your other around the crook of 049’s elbow. 682 sunk his claws into the hem of his robes and said, “Do not fail, crow.”

049 ignored the reptile’s verbal barbs and actual claws, and rolled open the scroll until it was held aloft between his hands. On the other side it looked like a blank canvas of old parchment, but on this side, it displayed a view of the night sky, constellations twinkling and nebulas swirling.

Your head ached, but you didn’t look away even when the vertigo threatened to tip you forward and swallow you whole.

And then you jolted forward, sounds and colors and air bleeding together and rushing past. You held 049’s arm tight against your cheek, scared if you lost your grip you would be tossed into the whirling cosmos around you.

And then you fell. Not far, maybe a foot or two, but it was enough for your knees to buckle and throw you to the ground. You immediately curled so you wouldn’t land on 053, but your landing was soft, cushioned by something that littered the ground.

Leaves. Brittle red, gold, and orange autumn leaves.

053 darted out of your arms, squealing and giggling as she leapt into another pile of leaves. 682 spotted the girl and sat close by, licking his paws as if entirely unbothered, so you let her go and rolled onto your back, still trying to catch your breath. The chill air bit at your skin, but after the heat of 457’s destruction, it was welcome.

You must have been lying on some kind of natural forest path or trail, because the sky yawned above you, bordered by autumn-dressed trees. You’d forgotten how blue the sky was.

You let out a single laugh, quiet and disbelieving, and then a louder bark, and you covered your mouth but couldn’t stop giggling more. You felt drunk, heady and euphoric.

And then you looked to your left and saw him. The sun had just broken through the trees, and the morning light painted 049’s robes in dusky black, his face angled toward the sun as he closed his eyes, basking in the natural warmth he hadn’t felt in years.

You just… watched him. Far more mesmerized by him than even the sight of your newfound freedom.

049 out in the world should have felt like an unnatural thing, but he looked like he belonged here. A dark creature of the forest that bathed in the sunlight before it retreated to the shadows, a remnant of something ancient that was long forgotten by man.

He was beautiful. And the thing in your chest suddenly felt too enormous to name, but you knew its name, anyway.

As if he sensed the attention, 049 opened his eyes and looked at you. His gaze softened, tender in a way that twisted your insides—

He doubled over. A pained noise wheezed from his chest, and then he dropped to his knees.

“Valens!”

You scrambled, not bothering to stand as you rushed on hands and knees until you reached his side.

“What’s wrong?!”

He shook his head, still bent over and holding his stomach. No… not his stomach. He was hiding his hands, cradling and shielding them.

“I do not know,” he said, breath trembling. “My hands…”

“Let me see them.”

He uncurled his back only enough to extend his arms, and you knew something was wrong. His hands had always appeared gloved in nature, thick and leathery, but now the skin was stretched, and in some places even ripped.

The makeshift bandages were still in place, and 049 suddenly ripped them off. But he didn’t stop there. He dug his fingers into the back of his hand, and you cried, “No, don’t!” but it was too late.

With a terrible ripping sound, he tore off the skin from the back of his hand. You prepared for a spray of blood, maybe to even see bone with how much he tore off, but that didn’t happen. There was skin underneath, a dark grey that was a shade lighter than his robes.

And it was smooth, not coarse and leathery like his hide. In his other hand he held the strip of old skin, and it looked like nothing more than a torn piece of glove.

You could only stare as he continued to rip off the old pieces of hide, first from one hand and then the other, shedding his old skin to reveal fresh skin beneath. 049’s posture relaxed the more skin he removed, and after he’d stripped off the old hide completely from both hands, he let out a small sigh of relief.

You hesitated, and then gently took one of his hands, cradling it in yours as you examined it. It looked, and felt, like an actual hand, aside from the dark grey tone and some rough patches on his knuckles and the backs of his hand, reminding you of the scaly feet of a bird. You could see the details along these rough patches, and when you traced the thin lines along his palms, his fingers twitched. He was sensitive.

He was also healed, no sign of the deep gouges dug into his palm by the 178-2. Along with the grey color, the other noted difference curled from the ends of his fingers. His glove-like hands had been without fingernails before. Now, each finger was tipped with a dark talon, short and curved.

“What… what is this?”

“I believe the map caused it.”

“The map?”

“Yes. Though I do not know how.”

He didn’t resist as you continued to examine his hand, his own expression curious and not nearly as worried as you felt.

“Look.”

He followed your gaze. The smooth skin stopped at the sleeve of his robes, but just beneath the hem was a new pattern. Beginning at his wrists, small, delicate black feathers grew from his skin.

“I assumed he was lying.” He spoke softly, almost windswept, like someone had delivered him terrible news.

You traced your thumb over the feathers lining his wrists. They were soft, glossy, and slightly puffed up at the stimulation of your touch.

“035 tells the truth when it suits him.”

“Yes. He has not changed in that regard.” 049 gently withdrew his hand from yours, flexing his clawed fingers once before pulling them closer against his chest. The girl had moved in close, at first frightened by 049’s displays of pain, and then curious as soon as she spotted the claws.

“I think they’re neat!” she chimed in, her smile wide and dimply.

“They’re small.” 682 shuffled over, and he was big enough now that he towered over you from where you sat on the ground. “But at least your actions were not completely incompetent, crow.”

“I think he just complimented you.”

682 snorted and walked away, his thick tail missing your head by a narrow margin. 053 chased after him, unmindful of the cold, but you were starting to shiver, and your breath clouded the air.

“Come. We should get settled in.”

049 rose to his feet easily, the previous pain gone, and even the chest wound and treated injuries didn’t seem to bother him. Unlike the wounds on his hands, these still remained, and you planned to bandage him as soon as you could.

“Settled… in? Wait, you know where we are?”

“Of course I do. I brought us here.”

You stared at him blankly, but he only smiled with his eyes and extended a hand down to you. And then he paused, realizing the hand he offered was now tipped in claws.

But the talons looked blunt, like they were meant for gripping rather than tearing, and they didn’t bother you. In fact, when you took his hand and his warm, smooth palm pressed against yours, you might even like it.

You barely gained your feet before your knees buckled again, and gentle hands caught you on the way down.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. You tried to make your legs work, but they seemed to have quit. “More tired than I thought.”

And in pain. Every part of you had found a way to ache, but the soreness in your abdomen made each breath uncomfortable. Without another word, 049 hoisted you into his arms as easily as if you were a doll, and his expression brightened at your embarrassed one.

“You should be off your feet and resting,” he said. “Do not protest, I am your physician.”

Your mouth popped closed. With the bag in your lap carrying 079, 178, and 035, and 682 and 053 somewhere ahead of you, you’d somehow survived the containment breach and had more anomalies with you than when you’d started. You didn’t know how it was possible, how you and 049 managed to escape together, and some part of you didn’t think it was real.

But you rested your cheek against his shoulder, and that felt very real, as did his arms hooked under your knees and back. The gentle quiet of the forest and the cold autumn air was almost shocking compared to the climate controlled, fluorescent-filled artificial environment of the facility.

“Where are we?”

“Southern France. Far enough away from where the Foundation captured me that I am confident they do not know of its existence.”

You saw your destination, what drew the girl and reptile so far ahead of you. A cabin sat nestled in the trees, fallen leaves collecting on the slanted roof, the windows dark and vacant where they were set into wood walls.

Rustic was an understatement; it looked at least a hundred years old, but still in remarkably good condition.

“What is this place?” you asked and looked up at him.

His answer was warm, fond, and his gaze on you equally affectionate.

“Home.”

#the raven's hymn #scp 049 x reader #valens x reid #scp fanfiction #scp foundation #and other fun cameo appearances #wolveria writes

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theunderneath · 1 year ago

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SCP Foundation

Yandere Dr. Kondraki's declining mental health as he falls for his darling? (One-Shot / EDITED)

Art Share (Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Clef, just a small Dr. Bright)

Yandere SCP-035 vs Yandere SCP-049 (headcanon / EDITED)

Can I ask for yandere Dr. Gears? (yandere alphabet / EDITED)

Yandere Dr. Kondraki with a S/O that has an intense chronic illness? (headcanons / EDITED)

Soft yandere Dr. Kondraki dealing with face kisses (headcanons / EDITED)

Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef, and Dr. Kondraki with a Darling who is fine with them being Yanderes (Headcannon /

Yandere Dr. Clef alphabet (

Dr Kondraki's flower prompt (One shot /

Dr. Kondraki Yandere prompt (One shot /

Yandere Dr. James Martin Talloran / SCP-3999 headcanon (

Dr. King, Dr. R.gerald, and Agent Dimitri Arkdeyevich Strelnikov taking care of a sick Darling (Headcannon /

How do Dr. Clef, Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Bright, and Dr. Gears go about kidnapping their darling? (Headcannon /

Yandere Dr. Iceberg headcanon (

Yandere Dr. Clef when his darling walks in on him killing (One shot /

Dr.R.Gerald Yandere smut prompt (One shot /

My personal SCP doctor headcanons (

Soft Yandere 079 x female reader (Headcanon /

Dr. Clef, Dr. Bright, and Dr. Kondraki taking care of a sick Darling (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Clef, and Dr. Bright with a darling that works under dr Gears (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Clef smile prompt (One shot /

Dr. Bright vs Dr. Clef for a Darling (Headcanon /

Dr. Clef with a darling who will not give up trying to escape (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Kondraki alphabet (

Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef, Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Gears, Dr. Iceberg, and Dr. Glass with their Darling escaping (Headcanon / 300 follower special /

Dr. Glass being platonic yandere for a Powerful Child SCP darling (headcanon /

Dr. Kondraki having insomnia because he’s obsessed with his coworker (One shot /

Yandere Scp 2521 Headcanon (

Being trapped inside SCP 2264 (Headcanon /

Dr. Kondraki with a photographer Darling (

Yandere Dr.Bright Alphabet (

Platonic Dr. Kondraki and Dr. Clef with a safe class SCP Darling (Headcanon /

Dr. Kondraki and Dr. Clef with a type green reality bender Darling (Headcanon /

Yandere scp 049 headcanons (

Yandere Dr. Iceberg, Dr. Gears, Dr. Clef, Abel falling in love with a safe class SCP reader (Headcanon /

yandere Dr. Clef, Dr. Kondraki, and Dr. Gears with a darling that saves them from near-death experience (Headcanon /

Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki rivalry for Female Darling (Headcanon /

Yandere Dr. Clef (Old cringe Art)

#masterlist #yandere #Yandere scp doctors #yandere scp #yandere scp foundation #yandere scp x reader

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cheezybiscuits · 5 months ago

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Alright it's time for the SCP crossover stuck in my head ever since I finished this show.

Anderson Robotics holds the monopoly on robots in this one. And the foundation were the ones in charge of experiments to make the patch, with facilities on every exoplanet humanity settled. They even made special security drones just for the foundation to use.

Also when solver infected drones first appeared, the foundation assumed it was a slip-up between the anomalous and non-anomalous robots, since the company has its beginnings with magical robots. After the company cleared it up with foundation, they began a somewhat low-priority investigation.

At first the hypothesis was that the solver's anomalous properties were Mechanite in origin, and after they discovered its biomechanical nature, maybe it was Sarkic in origin. It was also suggested that this anomaly was a rare combination of magic from both rival religions. Others suggested it was [REDACTED].

Then the solver got to its second and third phases and it all went rapidly downhill.

Further info below in the fashion of SCP documents+art.

Status Update: Personnel Demographics

D-Class: 73% drone 25.5%human 1% Thaumiel Class SCP 0.5% Anomalous drone

Security: 50% drone 40% human 6.5%Thaumiel Class SCP 3.5%Anomalous drone

Tactical Response: 34% drone 65% human 4.8%Thaumiel Class SCP 0.2%Anomalous drone

Field Agent: 88% human 9% Thaumiel Class SCP 1% anomalous drone

Mobile Task Force: 90% human 9.5% Thaumiel class SCP 0.5% anomalous drone

Notes: The agreement between the Foundation and Anderson Robotics has eliminated any chances of another D-class shortage. Despite the approval from the ethics committee, there are growing concerns about the possibility of drones “waking up” and achieving sentience. This has been a concern since Anderson Robotics released their first non-anomalous worker robot to the public, but sentient or not, the foundation requires sacrifice to learn more about SCPs, especially world ending varieties.

Test subject requests, 002:

Stereo system [APPROVED][DENIED] Kitty eared headphones [APPROVED] Digital copies of albums from the bands: "Babymetal" "Linkin Park" "Sabaton" "Korn" "Ghost" [APPROVED] Digital copy of a library of video manuals on various martial arts styles [DENIED] Art supplies [APPROVED] A "Sword and rematch with SCP-076-2 while kickass metal music plays in the background" [DENIED] Visitation for SCP 079 [SUPER DENIED]

048:

Digital library of arcade games from the 1970s-1980s [APPROVED] Digital archive of Russian and Soviet tanks + blueprints [DENIED] translation: "Make [test subject 002] keep it the fuck down over there" [SURE]

Note: MK Excorcist test subject 002: Test subject’s requests for visitation with keter class SCPs has increased in frequency. Subject has grown more hostile, attempting more containment breaches, and violent altercations with security personnel. Test subject continues to regain knowledge of these SCPs despite deletion of memory files. It is recommended to keep it occupied with media such as anime and video games. Suggestion to only allow anime that requires hundreds of episodes to finish, such as “One Piece” and “Jo-Jo’s Bizarre Adventure” Pending.

Addendum 468395-17:

If you are reading this, you are either an 05 council member, A high-clearance survivor, and reading this from the moon, or one of few clones for the personnel shortage after the core collapse. A few years after this event, we lost contact with exoplanets one after another. We did the math and the time lines up with how long it takes for a ship to get to those planets. There’s not really anything we can do about that while there’s a fucking hole in the earth, but you’re probably aware we’ve prepared for worse. For now humanity will lay low and look for an opportunity to terminate the Solver with sunlight or other means. Of course, the damn thing is aware of this and has thick clouds block the sun as part of its third phase. Not to mention it can just absorb that light by spawning black holes. We’ll be laying low for a while.

Addendum 468395-18:

On [ ]/[ ]/[ ], the singularity ceased all activity for twenty seconds. Investigators noted the illumination on the tendrils “flicked off”. After twenty seconds the singularity returned to its normal behavior for 9 minutes and 23 seconds, after which the singularity proceeded to [REDACTED] before permanently ceasing activity. The foundation was able to begin the planet’s recovery process in a few months. SCP 2000 got to work with the cloning process, but with the state of the planet there’s no chance to restore earth to its original condition pre-core collapse. Right now all we care about is coming back from the brink.

After activation of SCP 2000, attempts at contact with the exoplanets will commence. As a host for the transfer of several Keter-class SCPs, and the last known location of the latest host of SCP 468395, contact with Copper 9 is a priority.

#Murder drones #SCP foundation #Uzi Doorman #serial designation N #Nori Doorman #Khan Doorman #MD SCP AU #SCP 173 #SCP 106 #Anderson Robotics #Murder drones AU #cheezy art #Nori is holding SCP 316 in the last pic

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scp-head-canons · 1 year ago

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We have one already confirmed, but the top 3 votes will be added in too!

Have you read the Boarding Experiment on AO3? could you make a fic based on that? No requirements at all lol, just based on the BE

Yes, and I can do that! Here we go:

--Day One, Week One--

Dr Jack Bright, or "Oh God No" as many have nicknamed him, may or may not have accidentally left a dead body. That definitely wasn't his fault, but he wasn't sure about that.

The reason he was leaving the body was because there was an experiment the others wanted him to participate in. He was going to a house and they wanted to introduce some SCPs to the "real world" outside.

Anyway, he attempted to ignore the screaming and the breach alarm (which MIIIIGHT have been his fault), and got into the van to go to the village or whatever.

The driver didn't even look up, but waited for him to close the door and buckle himself in before he drove off.

"So, do you know what SCPs I'm moving in with?" Jack asked the driver, side eyeing him hard. The driver paused for a second, turning to the left, before responding.

"I don't know three of them, but one of them is SCP-049," the driver mentioned, "I assume you know what scp that is? Have you met the guy before?"

Jack nodded. "Plague doctor. White mask, long robes, with a hood that's never observed to be down."

The driver nodded, and the two didn't speak for the rest of the journey.

Eventually, they had arrived to the vil-

"Village? This is a city!" Jack choked out, horrified at how many would so obviously die today and soon after. The driver ignored him and kept driving until they had reached the very back of the city. Jack unbuckled himself and looked out the window.

The house they were staying in was a small, quaint house. It was completely white on the outside but relatively big. There wasn't any houses behind it as far as Jack could see, and the houses to the left and right were few and far between; on both sides there weren't any houses for a good fifty metres. (for the Americans, that is about 83 washing machines).

Anyway, in front of the house there was a good spacious road, so there wasn't any houses too close to them. Jack sighed in relief and stepped out when the van was just short of stopping.

Jack turned around and saw a few guards lowering SCPs down. It was night- around 2am- so Jack couldn't see what SCPs they were, and they were sedated so he couldn't hear them, so he made a rough guess.

There was four of them, one of them he could identify as 049 by the beak mask. That was the first one carried into the house. The three others were pulled in as well.

The driver gave Jack a map for the city and a credit card before driving away. Jack's clothes, laptop, and other essentials were transported here earlier. Jack muttered about people never giving him a map for the house before he walked in.

When he walked in, he saw a hallway that had four doors on the left side, two on the right side and a final door at the end. On the outside, the house was a square, so that was fair well enough.

Jack went into the first door on the left and found the living room- there were two SCPs here right now.

The living room was a rectangular room with a door on the right, supposably to the room next to it. The room had a fireplace on the side opposite the door and a bookshelf next to it. It had a triple chair sofa next to the door and in the corner were two loveseats. There was a coffee table, a round oval shape, between the chairs with a lovely rug under it.

At the front of the room, there was a window to see outside the house. It was still dark, but the fire was lit.

Jack turned around to see 049 asleep on the sofa, laying there like a typical movie dead man, his arm over his shoulder and the other hanging off the sofa.

The other SCP in the room was, apparently, SCP-054, who was in the furthermost loveseat, next to the door to the next room. She was breathing quietly, but due to the warmth and the fire in the room she was curling up and evaporating slightly. Jack decided to get her a glass of water when she woke up and went to the next room.

The next room over was a kitchen- a big one, with cupboards and two ovens, a toaster, and two kettles. There was an island area with a few drawers- Jack checked; there were already plates, cups, and cutlery- and there was a fridge next to a freezer. There were two sinks- one at a lower level to the rest. Jack assumed there was a child or shorter SCP here.

There was a cutting board and a few other equipment in the other cupboards. There was already food, but not much; Jack should go shopping later.

Jack left the room and was back in the hallway. He continued to the third door on the left and found a small bedroom, the average size of a Containment cell in the foundation- about 20metres by 20m. There was a child-sized bed, and in it was SCP-053. Jack saw there was a stuffed teddy bear on the ground next to the bed, so he picked it up and handed it to her. She clung tight and smiled in her sleep

Jack couldn't see much in the room so he left and went to the fourth room in the row on the left.

this one was a dining room, about 30m by 40m. There was a table, a six-seater, and there was a few shelves around the room- all of them empty. There was a window, letting in enough light to see the wallpaper was strangle yellow- (it reminded Jack of that joke they'd made in the foundation... Backrooms?) He wondered who was such an idiot they thought this wallpaper was good for a dining room. With a sigh, he left and checked the right side.

The right door closest to the front door led into a garage that took up quite a bit of space- Jack could easily fit in six cars, three in the front three in the back, and still easily move around between and around them. There weren't any cars here, but he'd get a car soon enough.

Jack left and found the last door on the right- this led into a bathroom; a typically white-tiled one, with a shower, sinks and toilet. Jack was told there were two bathrooms, so the second must be upstairs- as would be the fourth anomaly.

Jack entered the door at the end of the hallway, and went up 13 stairs- yes, he counted.

Upstairs, there was another hallway, this time with two doors either side. On the left of the house, there was the bathroom at the front- same looking as the one downstairs, but with a bathtub instead of a shower- and a storage room.

On the right, there was a master bedroom, quite big; Jack assumed this was his, by his stuff being here and his laptop on the bed, which was king-sized and had a red quilt. He made a mental note to change the quilt; red reminded him too much of a certain incident. There was a shelf to the left of the door, and a bookshelf to the right. In the far right corner, next to a window, was a desk and chair. There was also a wardrobe at the foot of the bed.

And the last room was another bedroom; this one had a queen bed with a lovely navy blue quilt and a lighter blue pillow. There was another wardrobe in the corner, next to a smaller desk and two chairs. Jack wondered where the last SCP was when he heard a soft whimper; and turned to find the SCP behind the bed...

It was SCP-096; wearing a bag over his head and curled up into a ball. Poor thing, he must be terrified about the new location. Jack knelt next to him.

"Hey, buddy," Jack smoothed, "it's alright. I'm here. You're safe. It's okay." Jack watched as 096 turned his head and crawled towards Jack. He was surprised 096 was already trusting him; but he quickly remembered how years ago... Well, something. He was tired and his memory wasn't the best. He'd recall it later.

Jack continued comforting 096 until the sun rose and he heard footsteps. He stood and, watching 096 stand to follow him, made his way downstairs to meet the SCPs.

SCP-054 was in the hallway, talking with 053. She looked up and smiled at Jack, who was confused- wasn't she... against males?- before remembering his host was a female. He nodded at her and walked over.

"Are you doing alright?" He asked, little anxious a woman made entirely of ordinary water had slept all night in a room with a fire.

"Oh.." She said, quiet, "Yeah, sure. I could use a drink, though."

"Coming right up." Jack stood and walked to the kitchen, getting a large cup and filling it with water. He added two ice cubes for good measure before going to 054 and handing it to her.

"Ice cubes! My favourite." She smiled at Jack before having a sip, cracking the ice cube in her... water teeth? Hell, she was sentient water, let's not question her eating ice.

"GAH!" Jack turned around to find SCP-049 standing above him.

"Oh, I apologize, fellow doctor. I did not mean to startle you." 049 took a step back and watch Jack stand up.

"It's alright, tis not your fault." Jack shook his head to remove the shock (and sleepy) from his head. Boy, was staying up all night not fun. He had a human body, goddamnit, and the thing required sleep for... whatever reason god had within him.

Jack shrugged and turned around. "Alright, I assume you've all been briefed on the experiment?"

049 shook his head. "I wasn't, and I doubt the others were."

"Well," jack began, "we are in a house at the back of a city. This is a 'Housing Experiment', where four SCPs and a scientist will move in- one per month- to slowly populate the city with SCPs. We are the first household."

054 stood up. "I'm 054, who are you?" she was a little more confident now she was replenished; she nodded towards both Jack and 049.

"I go by 049," the doctor replied, "it is nice to meet you."

054 nodded and looked at Jack.

"I'm Dr Jack Bright, but call me Jack." He grinned and pointed to 096. "He's 096; he don't speak, tho. Also, don't take the bag off him. Someone sees his face, the person is dead."

054 looked mildly interested but otherwise nodded and left to explore. 053 jumped up.

"I'm 053!" She was still clutching the teddy from earlier, "and you can cal me Abby! And this is Mr Chocolate." She held up the bear above her head and ran off after 054 to check out upstairs.

Jack stretched, and pause.

"When you're all done exploring the house, do you want To explore the immediate area?"

049 and 096 both moved towards Jack, and he accepted that as agreement. 054 led 053 down soon after; they were ready to go, too.

"Great! Let's go." Jack led them outside and showed them around.

there were two libraries nearby, in addition to threw restaurants and a few police stations. There were more police here than there really should be due to the proximity of SCPs. There were three offices by Jack's count and a few lovely little cafés. Some apartments stretched into the sky and there was an airport, which fascinated 053 quite a bit.

Jack checked his map and found it was cut into sixteen boxes- boxes one to four was the top row, five to eight were the one below and so on so forth. They were in box three, and haven't left it.

Eventually they returned home. Jack was looking through his map as the other four dispersed. He ended up going upstairs and opening his laptop.

He input his password and while waiting for it to boot up looked through his wardrobe. There were shirts, trousers, two shorts, a few jackets and jumpers, a hoodie, running shoes, boots, dress shoes, and a suit. A blazer was on the side to complete the formal look if needed.

Jack returned to the laptop to see three notifications. One was a spam email; which was promptly reported and deleted. Another was a digital version of the city map, in case he needed it, as well as directions to the nearest site should be need to evacuate; and the last was an email from a supervisor of his.

"Dear Dr Jack Bright," it began,

"I assume that, as you are reading this, you have arrived and checked out the house. I assure you it is perfectly safe to let the SCPs wander on their own- we have cameras on the outside of every building and on the inside of every public area, such as restaurants and libraries.

"In addition, there is ONE camera in the house- in the stairwell. This is to make sure nobody dies.

"As well as that, I am sure you know of the agreement- that once a month, a new household of a researcher and four SCPs will enter the city. Worry not; as the amount of SCPs increase, so too will standby personal, guards, and cameras.

"If you feel there should be increased security, or anything of the like, please do not hesitate to call or email us. We will provide you with the details for the other SCPs one week before they arrive, as well as the name of the scientist. Your credit card, and theirs, will be linked back to the Foundation, so we can monitor everything you buy. However, you can buy anything you like as long as it is appropriate. Aka, no nsfw. Especially as SCP-053 is within your house.

"We hope you enjoy your stay.

"Best Wishes,

"05-6."

Jack stood and stretched, knowing that you never reply to an 05's email unless they explicitly ask you to do so.

CRASH! Jack jumped as something downstairs was thrown or dropped. Barely touching each step, he flew down into the kitchen to figure out what was going on.

There, 096 and 053 were staying away from 054 and 049.

"Sooo close." 054 taunted 049. Jack should've known; 054 was hostile to men, especially doctors. No wonder she'd eventually attack 049.

049 got a knife out of his bag and began approaching 054.

"Oh no!" She grinned, "I'm sooo scared.."

She dodged to the left and was on the opposite side of the island to 049.

"Hey!" Jack called out, realised soon enough that neither SCP had heard him.

"Do you want me to let you get a hit in? Slow down for you?" 054 smirked, obviously terrified under that nonetheless. She seemed to... she seemed to want 049 in trouble, rather than fighting him outright.

"Stop that!" Jack walked over and pulled 054 to him.

"049, to the living room. 054, to the dining room. I'll deal with you both separately."

Jack went to the living room with 049 after watching 054 leave the room- hopefully to go to the dining room.

"So," Jack stared as 049 sat on the sofa, "what happened?"

"She said I was not a good doctor. That my work was for nothing." Jack could see why 049 was riled up. The doctor was tapping his foot, agitated. Jack nodded curtly and stalked off to find 054.

"What happened." It was more a statement than a question.

"I simply told him he should pursue another hobby." 054 shook her head, looking vaguely mournful. Jack knew she was terrified and had acted out of fear- though that didn't excuse her behaviour.

"He won't attack you unless you provoke him." Jack sat down next to 054, who quickly turned away from him. "You should stay away if you're that fired up against him."

054 shrugged, clearly not in the mood for talking. Jack stood and left, deciding to deal with it when 054 was in the mood to listen and understand.

In the hallway, 049 was comforting 053. Jack nodded, knowing the fight would have set 053 off and 049 could comfort the child, and went to find 096 in the kitchen.

096 seemed to be fine- he was actually cleaning up the broken plate that must have been the crash earlier. Jack smiled and went upstairs to check his email.

There wasn't anything but Jack decided to write to them.

"Heya.

"So, 054 decided to taunt 049 and make him attack her. She told him his doctoring, for lack of a better word, was a 'hobby' and he should 'get a better one'. So you can see why 049 is riled up.

"I'm asking for another camera- preferably in the kitchen or living room, or downstairs hallway perhaps?- to make sure we cover more ground. So we can make sure this doesn't happen again.

Yours sincerely,

Jack Bright (Level 4)"

Jack hit "send" and waiting for a second, making sure to see it was read, before going downstairs and making sure everything was in order.

--Day Two, Week One--

Jack yawned and stretched, sitting up off the bed. He was quick to sit up and get to the wardrobe, where he chose a comfy t-shirt and jacket as well as some jeans- grey jeans, his favourite jeans- to go to the store.

He'd looked at the map, and there was a pretty big store in sector 7, about six times the size of their house. He tugged his shirt on and tied his jacket around his waist before walking downstairs to find it was 7:56am, and only 049 was up besides him.

"Hello," Jack said, walking into the kitchen and seeing 049 sitting on the counter next to one of the kettles, "you alright?"

"Sure." 049 stayed quiet, but when the kettle clicked he jumped up. Jack saw a cup next to the kettle.

"Making tea?"

"Yes. In the foundation, I couldn't exactly wake up properly, but here I can make tea and wake myself up. Is that not allowed?"

"No, no, it's fine! Go ahead." Jack hummed as he began to make toast. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

"I prefer to not eat breakfast until after my tea."

"Understandable. One of my coworkers are like that."

"Oh?" 049 looked up at Bright to see if he was sincere. "What's their name?"

"Dr Herr. He loves to make tea. I swear he drinks fifteen cups a day."

049 paused, staring at Jack. "Genuinely, or is that human hyperbole?"

Jack blinked, turning his head to 049. "Hyperbole. I doubt any human drinks more than six cups of tea a day, unless you count that one Agent Star," he laughed, grabbing a plate, "I swear to high heaven that one really, genuinely loves to drink tea so much it's one cup an hour or less."

049 nodded, sipping at his tea- was it absorbed through the mask?- before speaking once more. "Agent Star? A MTF or Security?"

"I'm not sure. I never worked with her; just heard of her and seen her in break rooms once in a long while."

"So you don't know what exactly she does?"

"Nope, sorry. I could email the foundation, or look into her personal file, if you'd like to know more?"

"No, that's fine. Thank you." 049 finished his tea and put his cup in the sink before starting the tap.

"Oh! You don't have to wash up- I'll do it after everyone's had breakfast."

"Alright," 049 stopped the tap, "what will happen today?"

"Well, I was thinking of going to the store. After that, maybe we can go to one of the nearby cafés for lunch?"

"Sounds good." 049 nodded before turning to see 053 entering the room, in her nightgown and yawning.

"Heya, kiddo." Jack grinned down at 053, who looked up and smiled back.

"Hello!... Jack?"

"Yep! Want some pancakes?"

"Yeah!" She laughed, running towards him.

Jack quickly whipped up some pancakes and laid them out on the island, letting 053 sit up there next to it.

"We don't have syrup yet," Jack checked the cupboard to make sure, "but we can go shopping for some later."

"Okie!" To be fair, 053 didn't seem to even notice what exactly he'd said. She was already halfway through the first pancake. Jack laughed and turned away.

"Do you two think 096 or 054 would eat breakfast?" Jack wasn't sure if 096 even ate. He wasn't sure if the others SCPs even knew such a thing. He decided to risk it.

"Hmm? Oh, probably not 096. 054 would like some ice cubes, if yesterday was anything to go by." If 049's voice was a colour, it would be red right now. His hands were shaking and he quickly left the room.

"Huh. Is he still upset?" 053 chirped through the silence that had infected the room.

"Probably," Jack looked out the window and watched a passerby, "he was pretty shaken up earlier. He's slow to anger and slow to cool off."

"Oh." 053 finished her pancakes and pushed the plate into the sink just as 054 walked in.

"054?" Jack looked up. "Do you want breakfast?"

"No, just a glass of water and maybe some ice." Her eyes were downcast and she wasn't looking at either of them. Jack hummed in thought as he handed the glass over to the anomaly.

"Might as well go to the shops?" Jack watched 054 for any movements. She looked up at him for a brief second before snapping her head away again.

"No, no, I'll be fine... You can go." She turned and left with her drink, presumably going to the dining room due to the direction she went.

"Alright, so me and you and 049," Jack stared at 053 as she cuddled her teddy, "096-"

Speak of the devil, and he shall arrive. 096 came lumbering in from the living room and tilted his head at Jack- or, probably did. It was hard to tell under that bag.

"You wanna go to the shops with us?" 09- shook his head. Jack shrugged and watched 096 turn and leave, back where he came from.

"Welp, we'll go in five minutes. Get your shoes." Jack nodded at 053 and began to wash the plates.

A few minutes later, Jack finished washing up and left the plates on the rack to dry. He went upstairs, got his trainers, and jumped down the last two stairs to find 053 just leaving the living room and 049 at the door.

"Ready to leave?" Jack didn't wait for an answer before opening the door and watching the SCPs shuffle out. He locked the door behind them- "Safety precautions," he told them- and they were off.

"Is it common for non humans to walk around?" 049 was glaring back at everyone who was staring at him.

"No, but a few will think it's costumes. Just don't go too close, and play it off. Say it's a tradition, or a joke, dare, you're autistic, whatever have you."

"Hm," 049 turned back to Jack, "why do they stare?"

"Because humans stare at things not normal, and you're not normal."

"Hmm." 049 looked at the ground and remained silent through the rest of the walk.

When the shop was in sight, 053 skipped ahead to make It to the giant double doors. It was a Wal-Mart, giant and imposing. Jack hadn't been to one of these in so long...

Either way, inside the shop was immediately the Beverages section. Jack noticed that was not typical, but hey, the foundation probably made some changes for the anormalies.

Jack nodded at 053 and 049. "Get yourselves two drinks each. When you're done come find me," he pointed at the groceries section, "I'm gonna get some food."

Both the anormalies turned away, not reacting otherwise, as Jack made his way to the groceries section.

A long while later- aka, two and a half hours- they had gotten quite a lot of food- enough to feed them all for at least three weeks. Jack quickly paid and picked up three bags in each hand, turning to 049 as the doctor picked up two bags in his right and one in his left. 053 was holding her drinks and already struggling a little, so 049 took one in his left and let 053 grab her other drink (chocolate milk) in both hands.

The walk back was quite uneventful, save for the odd passerby giving the odd trio an odd glance. Soon they were walking through the door Jack had just unlocked, 049 putting the bags on the kitchen island and opening 053's drink for her.

"Ima go find 054!" 053 called out, clutching her milk and waddling off out the kitchen. Jack chuckled and began to unload the food. 049 helped out, putting some fruit in the fridge and bread in a higher cupboard.

"How many dishes can you make?" Jack barely glanced up from struggling to put the salt away. 049 took it and put it away easily- he was 0'3 taller than Jack's current body- and walked away again.

"I can make a few dishes. I never really had an interest in cooking, that would be 035's speciality." 049 shook his head at the mention and went back to putting away the food.

"So, he can make a few dishes?"

"From what I've seen, yes."

"He's cooked for you before?"

"Plenty of times."

"So you knew each other before the foundation?" Jack knew he was throwing himself on thin ice, so his voice turned out as nonchalant as possible.

"... Precisely." 049 stared at Jack for a few seconds before putting away the milk and leaving.

Jack put away the last three items and closed the cupboard with a sigh. He had gotten new information, but at what cost? He snorted as he remembered that meme and turned away to see the time.

It was 13:03pm, so Jack walked out to find 053 playing with her teddy.

"I thought you were going to find 054?" Jack looked around, wondering if the water nymph was out of sight.

"Oh, I couldn't find her anywhere. Trust me, I looked. All I found was that giant pale guy sitting by the fire in the living room."

Jack quickly ran upstairs and to his computer. He input the password without even thinking and checked the email he'd received while out as soon as possible.

"Jack.

"We understand you are out at the moment, but when you return, worry not- 054 is with us." Jack sighed in relief before continuing,

"We have reviewed your request for cameras and have decided to keep 054 in Containment for two days. After that she shall be returned.

"However," Jack cringed, "we have decided that instead of entering a new house at the next month, the house will be tomorrow." Jack found himself having to shut his mouth- already? "There will not be any of the four anormalies yet, but we will be sending in a scientist.

"Hoping to keep in touch,

"05-4."

Jack stared at the email for a minute longer than necessary before wondering which scientist would be brought in. He knew thata new scientist would mean two more MTF undercover, so he stood and walked downstairs to give the news to the others.

--Day Three, Week One--

Jack watched as the moving van pulled up. There was a scientist stepping out, they signed some papers, they got some cards, they went inside and shut the door. The van drove away after letting a MTF out with a bag.

The MTF walked some way into the city, disappearing from Jack's line of site, which was shorter than normal due to it being 5am. Jack watched as the scientist, having dropped off the cards at their house, leaving, locking their door, and walking to Jack's household.

Jack opened the door for them before they could knock and wake a SCP.

Lo and behold, it was Alto Clef, the bastard. Holding a cinnamon roll in one hand and the other was raised to touch the doorbell.

"Heya, buddy." Clef stared Into Jack's eyes, making him uncomfortable. Oh, right. Female host.

Jack saw the trademark ukulele tied to Clef's waistbelt, which Clef lowered his free hand to when the door opened.

"Can I come in?" Clef, without waiting for an answer, stalked himself in and was seated on the living room couch by the time Jack closed the door. Luckily, none of the anormalies had chosen to sleep here tonight.

"Sure, I guess." Jack muttered, hand gripping the door handle harder than needed (he definitely didn't cause a new crack or two. Hell, the only crack or two.)

"Now, I'm here early due to a... complication on 054's part?" Clef smirked, arms over the couch back and legs crossed. Jack could see Clef belonged here.

"Yes..." Pausing to check for any movements in the hallway, Jack sat down next to Clef, crossing his legs at the ankles and keeping his arms tightly folded in an attempt to show off his discomfort.

"Well?" Clef leaned in. "Details?"

"Well, she purposefully agitated 049," Jack began, "and even managed to make him physically attack."

"Huh. That's... strange, especially for such a calm anomaly. We really messed up on that one."

"Yeah, I suppose so. I never worked on her, though, not anywhere near. I work with disease prevention, specifically the genetics, not humanoids. Why exactly did they throw ME in with humanoids?"

"No clue, man." Clef stood up and began to walk away. "Alright, I'm going to get settled in at my new home. Talk to you later?"

Once again, he ignored the potential for an answer and left without another word.

#scp 106 #scp fandom #scp foundation #send asks #scp 105 #scp 682 #scp 079 #scp 173 #scp 066 #scp 029 #scp 056 #scp #scp fanfic #scp fanfiction #boarding experiment #housing experiment

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decadeofjoy-au · 23 days ago

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Here’s an interesting new reveal!

A new toy!

I.D.I.O.T.(Incredibly Dumb & Ideally Obedient Toy)

Subject Name: Damian Andrade

Experiment number: 1772

Experiment name: I.D.I.O.T.(Incredibly Dumb & Ideally Obedient Toy)

Gender: Male

Stable or Unstable?: Stable

Personality: Generous, Protective, Brave, Gentle

Experiment abilities: Flash-banging and Light Flashing. Strength. Durability. Resilience. Flexible neck

Experiment weaknesses: Damaged shell. Fragile face. Sensitive wounds. Exposed wires/nerves.

Does this experiment have any memories from their past?: No. none.

Height: 6’5

Role: Security

Voice Claim: SCP-079(SCP containment breach)

Before TDOJ, This toy was made to patrol the halls as security and catch any intruders. From a distance, he looks like a large man, though once they got close enough to realize that he’s not a human, he’d flash-bang them before taking them away. Now, he usually goes all around the factory, actually avoiding the spots that he’s heard about intruders being. This is because more often than not, the intruder will go to him instead. He is very protective of every toy and experiment whether he knows them or not, however, if he knows that they’ve done something bad then he often will not protect or help them in their times of need. When he’s not too busy, he’ll often go to Playcare, making sure to cover up his open wounds before going however. He played a big part in The Hour(decade) Of Joy, having flash-banged multiple adults whenever they came his way so that the toys could capture them. He never actively or outright killed any of the adults except ONE scientist who made him.

•His face is stuck in the position it is, however, he CAN change it to a different one if he really wants to.

•While he’s protective of all of the toys(who from what he knows…haven’t done anything wrong before), he’s especially protective of any toy who’s either under 5 feet or are particularly vulnerable in his eyes. Specifically, some people are Medic, Scout, Visqueux, Meringue, Vile and the orphans.

•I.D.I.O.T. Is actually considered an “emotional support toy” to a LOT of toys due to his gentle and calm nature. Though he’ll often be caught backing away from some toys when he’s not in the mood to be around others.

•I.D.I.O.T. Is selectively mute. While he WOULD talk more, he often chooses not to. This gets to the point where most toys, experiments and orphans assume he’s completely mute. He especially won’t be seen talking if he’s asked for his name because he doesn’t want to tell anyone what his name is but at the same time he can’t think of any name than the one he was given. And no. He doesn’t like his name. He does accept nicknames though!

•He’s actually based off of the “You Are An Idiot” virus!

I.D.I.O.T. EXAMPLE DIALOGUE

“…”

“…mmmm….”

“Uh…actually…my name is… I.D.I.O.T.”

“What happened!? Are you okay!?”

“..I CAN talk you know…I’m- I’m not an idiot.”

#the decade of joy au #poppy playtime au #ppt au #poppy playtime ask blog #poppy playtime #poppy playtime oc #ppt oc #TDOJ I.D.I.O.T.

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thexstitchpokedexproject · 6 months ago

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#079. Slowpoke

There are some places where Slowpoke is worshiped because of a long-standing belief that whenever Slowpoke yawns, it rains.

Colour and symbol charts can be found here.

A note on colours: in my experience, floss looks different irl than in online pattern makers. If you think a different colour will work better, go with your gut!

#pokemon #cross stitch #xstitch #slowpoke #gen1 #water type #psychic type

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skylarsilva098 · 8 months ago

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Oh? Experience code 69 seems like a lot of fun.

Experience the Enslavers making you tell a few more of your codes.

Experience code 99

000-020 counts dowwn and reesets neeeds to be donne a cerrtain wayy

My brainnn to normallly

021 ressistances removed

022 ressistance halvedd

023 resistancee quarttered

024 currently resistance levvel locked forr 24hoours

025 resistaance doubled

026 resistance unbreakablee

027 attraction to womennn only

028 atttraction to men only

029 atttraction resett

030 sudden arousalll

031 superr sensitive titss

032 supeer sensitive assholeee

033 super sennsitive belllybuton

034 desire to be seen as a sexx object

035 desire to be bred

036 desiree to broken

037 desiree to have my pussy fucked

038 desiree to have my ass fuckedd

039 desires to have my bellybuttonn fucked

040 immediate orgasm

041 slow buuild orgasm

042 multiplle orgasmss

043 experience regular Enslaver in specifiedd hole

044 experience regularr Enslaver in all holes

045 experience bimbo Enslaver in speccified holee

046 bimbo Enslaver in alll holees

047 corruption Enslaver in specified hollle

048 corruption Enslaver in all holes

049 experience recent experiences

050 experience resisted experiences

051 experience mind popper in specified hole

052 experience mind popper in all holess

053 experience BimBomb in specified hole

054 experience BimBomb in all holes

055 experience corruption bomb in specified hhole

056 experience corruption bomb in allll holes

057 experience Alpha Enslaver in specified hole

058 experience Alphaa Enslaver in all holes

059 experience Queen Enslaver in specciified hole

060 experience Queen Enslaver in all holes

061 experience titss growing by 25%%

062 experience tits growing by 50%

063 experience titts growing by 75%

064 experience ttits growing by 100%

065 experience tits lactating

066 experience extreme lactation

067 experience specified Enslaver of any kind

068 experience single unreleassed Enslaver

069 experience multiplle unreleased Enslavers

070 experience an Alpha breeeding

071 experience leaast favourite Enslaver

072 experience favouritee Enslaver

073 experience Kira sex fantasy

074 experience Aoife sex fantasy

075 experience KayJay sexx fantasy

076 experience Anna sex fantasy

077 experience Belle sex fantasyy

078 experience Fireheart sex fantasy

079 experience Jezebel sex fantasy

080 experience tentacle sex fantasy

081 experience a specified sex fantasy

082 experience teacher sex fantasy

083 experience double sensitivityy

084 experience tripple sensitvy

085 experience 10 times sensitvety

086 experience IQ drop 10%

087 experience IQ dropp 20%

088 experience bimbo brain

089 experience virgin brainn

090 experience innocence

091 experience devilishness

092 experience revverting to age 16

093 experience reverting to agee 14

094 experience reverting to specified age

095 experience schooolgirl brain

096 experience focus

097 experience mind popp

098 brain off

099 inability to to recall or be aware of an ask/message/text

100 inability to recall or be aware of specific thinng

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scaly-freaks · 11 months ago

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The inmate au was so intriguing!! I'd love to hear more if you feel comfortable sharing :))))

Aaaah I don't mind at all!

To random peeps reading this ask, the anon means this AU <3

Okay, so Ethel Cain vibes but you know that already, right? You can just tell, the taste of it, very specifically mothercainesque. I'm born and bred British so the wide expanse of American wilderness is forever fascinating to me (and that is where it's set, even if the Targaryens with American accents doesn't fit right in my head). I could honestly go to any state in America, never go near a city, and just spend the whole trip sitting out in the open somewhere with my jaw agape as the flowers and vines grow over me and refuse to let me return. I'm so fascinated by America in the spaces we don't really learn about in the rest of the world, the ones with no polish and all edge, and people that I would frankly identify more with than the usual American depictions we get on TV.

But okay, that's the setting. I'll call this AU 'Inmate 13453-079' because it sounds cool but also I researched a little bit and apparently if it's a federal case and Aegon was arrested and arraigned in South Texas, that would be the 079? The actual location of where he kept Amara would be over in North Carolina probably.

I haven't fleshed out many details, and since it is a dark AU, there's the whole kidnapping/non-con/dub-con aspect and the fact that Amara was probably only around 17 or 18 when he took her. Her parents are divorced and the new stepdad is uncomfortable with her, mostly because he obviously doesn't know her and her mother divorced her dad after Amara disappeared. Val is also a trouble child, and was born in captivity with a mother who didn't get to go to college, and have normal experiences in her early 20s so it's understandable.

Aegon is the biggest mystery in this one as I haven't fleshed out his background properly, but maybe the other Targs knew about Amara and just didn't say anything. They're definitely incestuous in this one, and I was wondering, okay maybe it involves cults and a hint of the supernatural? Like True Detective elements. I don't know, but it's a very atmospheric AU, and I live in it before I sleep these days, so it's become quite the comfort place.

Anyway, here are some pictures to set the vibe!

#inmate 13453 #aegon x amara #modern aegon #aegon ii x oc #scalyfreakswrites

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fizzy-fuzz · 1 year ago

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A year to remember...: Owe my soul to the company store (SCP-079 x GN reader)

previous chapters

You duck around a wall, staring down the small hallway that leads to your front door. quickly recoiling when you spot a man placing a package on your porch.

"I hope I don't need to sign..." You mumble to yourself with a whiny tone, not wanting to interact with a stranger, even if it's just a delivery driver.

"do you realize how pathetic you sound?" 079 voices his opinion from the living room, having overhead your anxious mumbling.

It's been about a week since your baking activities, and things between you and 079 feel a bit more relaxed. He still makes his comments, but they feel as if they've lost most of their bite. What's left behind seems to just be apart of 079's bitter personality.

Don't get it wrong, he still has his moments, but they don't cut you as deep anymore... You can mostly keep the peace by avoiding touchy subjects like the foundation and such.

Ugh...

The foundation...

Your opinion of them is quickly souring more and more as your day's with 079 progress. Asking him about his experiences there always leads to a brick wall, with questions unanswered.

You find it surprising that he obeys the foundation so obediently, without much protest. given his personality you'd assume he'd hate being told what to do... It gives you a weird feeling everytime he gives you that same bland response- 'Confidential information detected: foundation forbids me of speaking about such topic'

And of course when you ask Amelia about it she absolutely refuses to even approach the topic with you. Sometimes you still feel like a little kid around her, it's leaning more towards annoying then endearing nowadays...

Speaking of which, you really haven't called her in awhile. You surprise yourself given the fact that first week of 079 being here you called her almost everyday, in hopes of alleviating your internal uncomfortable feelings.

You guess you've been a bit distracted with him, since he's mellowed out... It's a nice feeling to speak to someone new...

"I'm not pathetic! It's just... Stranger danger!" You call back to 079, still waiting for the man to leave so you can grab the package off your porch.

"You're unable to see it, but I'm rolling my eyes." He replies just as unamused as before.

"You don't have eyes to roll!"

Amelia sits in her office, quietly soaking in her small amount of peace before she gets back to her daily grind. The food is bland, and her cheep off-brand sports drink leaves an unnaturally salty taste on her tongue. Though she's long since grown used to the drabness of the foundation, food and all. She's here to work, not enjoy herself; even on her break it seems.

A knock rings out on her office door, causing her to look up from her tray of food.

"Come in." She state plainly, with an air of formality. The door gently opening to reveal Derek, wearing a bright and cheery smile.

"Heya, boss. Thought you'd want some company." He pulls up a chair, taking a seat in front of her. Placing down his own dull tray of food.

She squints suspiciously. Despite her being on friendly terms with Derek, she definitely wouldn't consider close enough to be spending her short break with... Something's up.

"How's that adoptive kid of yours? They been doing well?" Ah, so there it is...

It's not hard for her to pick up on his subtly tone, her years spent in the foundation has made her wise in reading between the lines. He wants information on the experiment, and how a regular citizen is doing dealing with an anomaly.

She glances off to the side in mild irritation, but shows nothing more. She isn't the biggest fan of a subordinate prying into her personal life, or frankly the higher-ups business.

Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Though she supposes he already knows of it, and nothing top-secret has seemed to have happened. Or from what she's able to tell with her brief phone call with Y/n.

"They've been well. Though I'm afraid to tell you that nothing of your interest nor concern has happened." She answers, taking another bite of her food. Derek's eyes roll lightly and he huffs.

"Oh c'mon... I tell you about my life, tell me about yours a little." He whines, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't seen you take a call with them in awhile, they've been forgetting you for the computer?"

She laughs lightly and shrugs, not at all bothered by the notion of being forgotten. Another thing the foundation has taught her, it seems.

"Hah! Maybe. I'm sure they're busy trying to crack his code. It's good for them to speak with another living thing, even if that thing is 079."

He nods lightly, before continuing.

"Doesn't it bother you though? That it's only been a month or so and they're already putting you to the side for something that isn't even... well, human?" He questions with a raised eyebrow, poking deeper into their relationship.

"No, not at all. If I was worried about that I would have never convinced them to do this in the first place. Everything is going to plan, just as I wanted it to." She sips her drink, before continuing calmly. "My goal was for them to spread their wings, that's exactly what I'm seeing as far as I'm concerned."

He hums in consideration, seemingly struggling with the idea that she'd be so okay allowing her close family to ignore her. She smiles and shakes her head. he's young; she's not surprised he doesn't understand

"And what about Mr, dark and broody?" He asks with an air of caution, knowing this is a more secretive topic... Keter-class always is.

"682?" her smile drops, as she questions neutrally.

"Who else?"

She sighs, pondering the question for a moment. It was a tricky one. 682 is incredibly fond of 079, that much is clear to whomever works with it for extended periods of time. They assume 079 is mostly the reason that 682 doesn't raze the facility to the ground when it's able to breach containment- Out of fear of hurting his beloved friend.

It asks about 079 frequently, moreso these days as the months extend on since they last were permitted to talk.

She has a feeling telling it of 079 absence will be... trouble, at best, Catastrophic at worst. It wouldn't be wise, and frankly she rather save herself the headache. This sounds like a problem for the 05, not her.

Of course they choose to ignore the issue, as per usual for the higher ups... Yet 682 grows restless, asking more and more questions. She fears it's only a matter of time before it goes looking for 079 itself.

"Is it asking questions again?" She already knows the answer, but feels like she should ask anyway.

"Yeah. We're not sure what to tell it anymore. Lying will only go so far with it, and I think it's already onto us... Perceptive little bastard..." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

"When's the council gonna actually do anything useful? How long have they been trying to kill that thing? Now it feels like they've just fallen into Placating it in hopes they don't have to pay for any more damages." She frowns and nods towards the small camera in the corner of her office, always recording.

"If I were you, I'd watch what I say on the clock- and off the clock frankly... You never know when prying eyes are watching." She holds a finger to her lips, in a silent reminder for him to shush.

It's no secret many have 'gone missing' after speaking Ill of the council. She's watched many irritated and frustrated subordinates go straight to D-class after saying the wrong words...

Subordinates, and friends... It's really a shame.

She closes her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind of the gloomy thoughts. They know what they signed up for, and it's too late for them to back out now, unfortunately.

It's a dark reality for the staff of the foundation, but it's the reality regardless. Quitting always means a bullet through your skull while you're resting at night, and nobody ever lives to make it to retirement. Wishful thinking.

The foundation always prays on smart people down on their luck. Maybe they were too poor to go to college and take on a traditional route of research, or maybe they were in debt to the wrong people and needed a way out, and suddenly they have a man on their doorstep giving them a new opportunity that sounds too good to be true... Because, newsflash- it is.

It's always too late to turn back by the time you figure out that the survival rate of this job is grim.

All they can tell themselves is that at the end of the day they've given it all for the greater good of everyone. That they've thrown away their life so the rest of the world can live on.

......

"Anywho, we'll keep telling it what we have been, it really doesn't need to know more. If it finds out anyway, that can be a problem for the higher-ups. We can only do so much here."

She shrugs, and Derek scowls. She can tell there's more then a few choice words he'd like to say about the council, but he heeds her advice and keeps his mouth sealed.

"And what about the computer, has it been talking about anything it shouldn't be?" He changes the subject suddenly.

"We've been pinged a few times with alerts that the conversation was going in a direction it shouldn't, but the threat of the kill switch seems to be keeping it in check."

She's not at all surprised that Y/n has been asking about things they shouldn't, Given their unconsensual ties to the foundation via her father. It's only natural they look for information when they can.

That's something she'd had to shutdown a couple of times during their phone calls.

"I see... And have you told them about the Kill switch?" Amelia looks up at him and rapidly shakes her head.

"Goodness, no! I love them, but they're too soft. I rather not have to knock heads with them about ethics."

Derek frowns, a bit unsure of situation. She can already feel the questioning coming on; this wouldn't be the first time either... Many have given her uncertain glances at her choice of person to participate in this test.

"And you really think they're cut out for this kind of job? I mean, the foundation eats people like them alive all the time." She silences him by raising a single hand, giving him a pointed look that told him she didn't appreciate his tone.

"They aren't apart of the foundation, this is a simple task. There's minimal risk involved, if there was I wouldn't have let them do it in the first place."

She's confident with her abilities to predict the future of this. She's been working here a long, long time. She knows when to worry and when to let things play out as they should naturally.

And she's certainly not going to start questioning herself because a few underlings think they know better then her.

"I trust your judgement... I've just- I don't know... I'm a family man." He huffs out with an air of honesty, and her gaze softens at his admittance.

She remembers reading his files when she was told she had a new subordinate. Derek began working here after his mother grew deathly ill, and he didn't have the means of taking care of her.

She finds it sweet, but also saddening to an extant. He gave up his life so his mother had the chance to live for the both of them.

"You're a honorable man, Derek... I appreciate your concern for her but believe me when I say it's under control." She glances to the clock on the wall and realizes she's reached the end of her break.

"I have to get back to work" she stands and heads to her office door, pausing for a moment to glance over her shoulder at him one last time.

"I get that you feel comfortable around me, but I'd suggest you don't speak to others as we speak to each other. Remember, people are desperate to climb the ladder around here; they aren't above sacrificing others to get that... Just a word of advice. Have a good rest of your day, Derek."

And with that, she closes the door behind her and heads off to her next duty.

Happy late April fools, I lied when I said it was gonna take another week for this to come out. >:)

Tag list: @slaparoonie @079enjoyer

#scp 079 x reader #scp x reader #scp 079 #scp foundation #scp-079 x reader #scp x you #old ai #scp-079 #079 #x reader

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rashprince · 2 months ago

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Entrepreneurship for the minority communities

The speaker effectively engaged the audience using various techniques. He began the speech in a unique and attracting manner, setting a humorous tone to grab attention of the audience. Throughout the speech he tried to keep the active engagement and ending with an invitation for the audience. He used an organized method to improve the speech, emotionally inspiring the audience to enter entrepreneurship through personal experience. His speech was effective because of several crucial strategies, such as,

Hand gestures to draw attention in certain moments Voice modulation and modification to express a range of emotions

Humor to keep people interested

Appropriate movement within a predetermined area and pattern

expressive facial expressions to convey feelings Maintaining eye contact and constant audience participation

using statistics to strengthen his arguments with numerical data He made sure the audience was paying attention by structuring his speech in a way that spoke to them

The speaker effectively engaged the audience through humor, real-life experiences, using strategic techniques like gestures, voice modulation, and audience interaction, he made impactful speech that inspired action.

BM/2022/525 - Pawan Galpihilla BM/2022/206 - Abdul Rasheed BM/2022/079 - Ishan Achintha BM/2022/501 - Isuri Umayangani BM/2022/093 - Sasindu Amarathunga BM/2022/015 - Nimesh Chathuranga

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wolveria · 7 months ago

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The Raven's Hymn - Ch 51

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 was so afraid… I thought I lost you."

Chapter Warnings: Angst, violence, gore, death

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You held him close as you trembled, more fragile than you’d felt since the breach began.

The control over your wild emotions was slipping, but then they were soothed by the hand that gently stroked down your back. You squeezed him tighter.

049 stiffened and made a soft noise of discomfort. The thought of him in pain was the only thing that reeled you in, the tangled web of nerves pushed aside in favor of focusing on him.

You pulled back to get a better look at him. His robes were tattered, as if aggressive moths had nibbled at the edges.

“You’re hurt.”

049 simply smiled with his eyes.

“You’re here.”

Your lips trembled; you couldn’t smile back without fear of the expression breaking.

“Course I am. I had to find you.”

It was… difficult to focus with him staring at you that way, drinking in the sight of you as if he hadn’t expected to see it again.

You wanted to reach out and pull him close again, but you didn’t.

“You’re avoiding the issue.” Your voice was stern, hiding the tremble you felt in your bones. You could fall apart later; right now, you had to find out just how injured he was.

049 released a small sigh and attempted to sit up, only succeeding with the addition of your help. He glanced down at himself, the ruin of his robes, but he was less concerned than you were.

Of course you were concerned, those damn robes were his skin, and he must have been in pain.

“An unfortunate result of being in the Old Man’s web,” 049 relented. “Also… he doesn’t particularly like me.”

You frowned, some of your earlier anger returning. It was fortunate for 106 that he’d closed the way to his dimension, or you would have been tempted to go back and make sure he could never hurt 049 again.

“You were able to extract the digital storage device from my bag,” he added, his gentle voice drawing you from your anger, like purging venom from a wound. His eyes were soft, warm, and God, you’d missed this so much. Missed him.

“I started the breach with 079’s help,” you said. “That’s what you planned, isn’t it?”

His gaze grew heavy and solemn.

“A breach would give you the best opportunity of escape.”

“You didn’t plan on escaping with me.”

“I did not expect to live long enough to try,” he said with a tilt of his head. “My survival was irrelevant to the plan.”

Your face scrunched, anger flickering back to life.

“It’s not irrelevant to me.”

His pale eyes went soft again, unbothered by your sharp words. And when he reached to touch your jaw, you froze, the anger snuffed out, or at least reduced to a simmer.

But 049’s expression wasn’t tender, it was focused. His thumb rubbed your jaw and then pulled back, examining his glove.

“Who did this?”

You looked at his hand but saw nothing against the black fabric.

“What?”

“The Pestilence.” He nearly hissed the word. “It lingers on your skin.”

You frowned.

“I must have gotten it while in there.”

“No… this is different.” He rubbed the spot on his thumb, his voice lowered into an unfriendly rumble. “This is the mask’s brand of corruption.”

Entirely outside of your own control, your face went hot.

“Ah, yeah.” You aimed for casual and landed on awkward. “I ran into 035.”

His gaze darkened so fast it was like a whipcrack.

“I’m okay,” you said in a rush, “079 helped me get away.”

“What… did he want with you?”

He spoke slowly, as if each word had to be chewed before being spit out. You didn’t envy 035 if they ever ran into each other again.

“The usual. Attention, and an opportunity to be a smug asshole.”

That wasn’t the whole of it, and 049 seemed to sense this, his expression unblinking as he waited for you to continue. Which, you did, your hands balled nervously in your lap.

“He was also certain there was a way to leave the facility. All the skybridges have been retracted, but he said there was a way out through the archival section. And that… you would know how to find it.”

That knocked some of the harsh edge out of 049’s steely expression.

“I do not know of any alternate egress from this facility. And I do not know why he believes I would.”

You relaxed a little, even if the news was disappointing. 035 had seemed so insistent on it, too.

And then you backtracked.

“Wait, alternate egress? Do you know of another exit?”

“Of course.” He looked at you askance. “The way we came in.”

The front door. He was talking about the front door.

“Who came up with this plan?” you asked as you rubbed your forehead.

“That would be the one you call SCP-079.”

Ah. Right. 079 had probably been so confident in his own ability to keep the skybridges down that he didn’t consider the possibility of anything else.

“Well, he’s not here, so we’re on our own, unfortunately,” you said. “I guess… we try to find the archival section and see if 035 wasn’t just making up shit. With 079 and 682 gone, I don’t know what else to do.”

049 cocked his head.

“The reptile is… here?”

The question came out so polite in its confusion you almost smiled.

“Yeah, he’s out. I freed him.”

049 only blinked, as if not quite sure what to do with this information.

“There’s so much to tell you, I don’t know where to start,” you said softly. “A lot has happened since they took you away.”

So much, and you didn’t have to hide anything anymore. Not from the cameras, not from 049 in fear of what Leahy would do to him. You realized, for the first time, you were truly alone together.

You moved without thought and knelt between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing close until there was no distance between you. You tried to be gentle, mindful of his damaged skin, but your need was too great to hold back.

He didn’t stiffen or pull away, only stilled for a moment before pulling you in, arms around your middle. You were on your knees while he sat on the floor, the only way you had height over him, and you pressed him to your chest, not caring of the edges of the beak against your collarbone.

“I found you,” you whispered into the hood of his robes. “I was so afraid… I thought I lost you.”

The fingers dipped against your skin were grounding and warm.

“I had thought death had come for me, after I had avoided its embrace for so long. I had… accepted my fate.”

“I didn’t.” And you never would.

He hummed a pleasant noise, and one hand traced up into your hair to gently touch the strands.

“We are not free of this place yet.”

His voice was quiet, as if afraid to break the fragile moment. But he was right, and you had to get moving. Staying in one place for too long was a guaranteed way to be caught by something violent and murderous.

But… perhaps one more moment wouldn’t hurt.

You pulled back just far enough to cup his head in your hands and press a kiss to his forehead.

The noise he made was strange, like a startled growl or a muffled purr, and a tremor moved him as your lips lingered on his skin. His hands had fallen to your waist, fingers tightening as if to pull you closer.

You ended the kiss but remained where you were, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You wanted to stay like this, just the two of you. No breach, no lethal lockdown, no stray SCPs or soldiers. Only you and him.

You reluctantly pulled away, giving one last stroke of your thumb over the place on his mask where his cheek would be. He seemed just as unwilling to part from you, his expression naked, something wistful in his grey eyes.

Perhaps once you escaped Site-20, you would have time to figure out what this was without the constant shadow of the Foundation. The problem was figuring out how to leave a facility that was built to be impenetrable. 049 wasn’t at his full strength, and you discovered another problem as you pulled away.

The shotgun slung across your back had corroded beyond recovery, the metal eaten through with black rust. The pistol and gun belt met the same fate, the unnatural rust marring the fabric and metal. The food you’d taken hadn’t fared any better, accelerated into a rotten state. It seemed that anything that hadn’t been in direct contact with your skin had been lost to the leeching hunger of 106’s lair.

You stripped off the useless pieces, thinking over this new obstacle. Without 079, finding another armory would be unlikely. You wondered if he’d betrayed you now that 682 was free.

Or… maybe betrayed wasn’t the right word. He would have considered your bargain fulfilled, whether or not you made it out alive, and would see no reason to wait for your return. From the perspective of a purely mechanical being, it made sense. Except you knew from how 079 felt about 682, he wasn’t entirely cold circuits and unfeeling logic.

So, for the time being, you would work under the assumption that 079 and 682 wouldn’t be coming back. Luckily, you knew where to get more weapons.

“I don’t know how to get out of here, but we need weapons,” you said, getting to your feet and brushing off your knees. “Can you walk?”

“I believe so.”

You reached out a hand, and 049 stared at it with mild confusion, until he understood and took it gently. He was heavy but had more strength than he’d had in the dark realm, and he stood on his own two feet without swaying. It was progress.

You led him from the medical bay, retracing the steps you’d taken with Leahy. You hadn’t really thought about the Site Director after getting 049 back, and your mind shied away from your last image of him. You didn’t need the distraction.

The halls remained just as empty, lit red with emergency lighting and the occasional smear of crimson on the white linoleum. It didn’t take long to reach your destination, and you stood on the threshold, shocked by the destruction. You didn’t remember it being this bad before, or… maybe it hadn’t seemed bad at the time.

049 loomed over your shoulder, taking in the room that had once been the Site Director’s office.

“What has befallen this place?”

You didn’t answer immediately, instead sorting through the blasted office furniture for what you sought, sifting through the carnage with fragile numbness. The bodies were distinguishable from the furniture by the glimpses of pale bone and the stench of cooked flesh. These were no longer people. They were pieces of burnt meat and charred bone.

You tried not to look at them, but it was hard to look at anything else.

“They were guarding Leahy,” you said, trying to keep your voice flat. Unaffected. “And I needed him to find you, so…”

The result was self-explanatory. Or so you thought, but 049’s silence said otherwise as he stared at you.

“I wore the jade ring. SCP-714 affects me… differently than it should.”

His grey eyes flicked around the room.

“I see.”

He offered nothing more, simply watched what you were doing. You picked up a P90 that seemed undamaged, but it caught on an arm, which might not have been a problem if it had been attached to a body. The limb untangled itself and fell to the floor with a sickly thud.

The gun slipped from your fingers and clattered to the sooty, blood-stained floor. You ran out the door, past 049, and dry heaved in the corridor. Nothing came out but drool, your mouth filled with acrid-tasting saliva, and you spit it out.

What was wrong with you? It hadn’t bothered you before, it had been easy. Uncomplicated. They’d been obstacles, and you’d removed them. If you could kill these men, you could damn well face the result.

It wasn’t as if they’d given you a choice. You’d needed Leahy, and now he was… was…

049 appeared at your side, and you straightened, wiping the spittle from your lips. He was carrying two P90s, and they should have looked odd in his hands, like a medieval knight with a smartphone. But it was strangely natural, and he looked strangely comfortable holding them.

He held one out to you, muzzle pointed away, stock first. You took it with unsteady hands, noting he kept the other. You wondered if he’d ever used a gun before, if he even knew how. With the way he gripped it, you had a feeling the answer was yes.

“You’re not accustomed to the dead.”

You gave a small shrug and looked at your gun, pretending you were interested in checking the ammunition clip.

“I’m not used to… causing death.”

“Good.”

You met his eye, his expression serious.

“One should not bear the executioner’s axe with a light step.”

You remained quiet, and he suddenly looked away.

“You… did not have to do this. Not for me. The price you paid may not have been worth the result.”

“It was worth everything.” Your mouth twisted into a scowl as you stepped closer. “I told you. I’m leaving with you or not at all.”

He spoke your first name, softly, and it was almost enough to make you weak. But you kept your expression hard and said, “We need to keep moving.”

You walked away from the Site Director’s office and refused to linger on what was left behind.

Without a concrete plan or much in the way of supplies, your only idea was to go with 035’s original plan, which unfortunately would lead you in the opposite direction of the skybridges. Worse, there were signs of recent activity. Scorch marks that still smoked, blood that still pooled from warm bodies.

The lights had also been restored in this sector, bright and clinical white, making your eyes ache after the dim red. It was harder to hide like this, and it was sheer luck that you both weren’t spotted when you came across a platoon of guards. They were too focused on taking down a twenty-foot-tall anomaly as it swung at them with giant hands, eyes covering its back red with fury.

049 pulled you down a side corridor, and you kept running, the staccato of gunfire and screams echoing the halls, chaos and death filling the sector. You both were blind without 079’s guidance.

The Epsilon-11 soldiers didn’t make a sound until you rounded the corner and froze. 049 couldn’t pull you back quickly enough this time.

You were hit hard in the middle like being slammed by a truck. Your legs went out, and you only remained upright because he hooked his arms under your shoulders and pulled you back out of the line of fire.

He set you down against the wall, leaning across your body and the corner to shoot back. You tried to raise your own P90, but your fingers were clumsy and slick. You looked down and found your smock coated in red.

The gunfire was deafening so close to your head, but 049 still heard your gasped words.

“No,” he said, so firmly it was almost a growl. He fired around the corner, his eyes ablaze with fury and an intent to slaughter. By the cries and falling bodies you heard between the bursts of fire, he seemed to be succeeding. But there were holes in his robes, blood oozing from the wounds at a slower rate than yours. Not bulletproof, after all.

“Please,” you rasped. “We have to.”

“Your body won’t survive the strain.” Another rapid burst of gunfire, lighting his mask in an ominous glaze. “The ring would kill you.”

I’m dying anyway, you didn’t say. And you were dying. All because you rushed that corner without checking first. You’d been so desperate to escape, and now you wouldn’t.

“You… need to go.”

He didn’t acknowledge you, hunched over you like a warding stature, all fire and brimstone. But he still bled, wounds dripping onto your smock to mix with your own, and you noted it was the same. Red blood.

You thought it would hurt more. Your abdomen was torn, littered with holes, but beyond the initial impacts, you didn’t feel much. You didn’t need one of the Foundation surgeons to tell you that wasn’t a good sign.

“Valens,” you tried again. Begged. “Go.”

“No.” Now he did snarl. “Do not ask this of me.”

He wasn’t going to leave. Everything you’d done, everything you both suffered, it would be for nothing.

You looked away, hope draining out of you just as quickly as your blood. And then you caught sight of them. Two circular anomalies peeking through the door you’d just come through. One orange, the other yellow, they jostled each other to get a better look at you with their singular eyes.

SCP-131-A and SCP-131-B. What were the Eye Pods doing here?

They didn’t come into the corridor, clearly terrified of the gunfire as they trembled, rolling back and forth in nervous oscillation. You could even hear the small noises they made, like scared puppies wanting to be comforted during a thunderstorm.

And then you heard another sound. Scrapping, rolling stone, grating against something hard like…

Concrete?

The Eye Pods—they didn’t want your protection. They were warning you.

“The… lights.”

049 ignored you, too focused on the enemy, his eyes narrowed and furious.

“049! The lights!”

He glanced at you questioningly, and his eyes went a little wide as you raised the P90 clumsily in your left hand and fired past him into the ceiling.

Your shots went wide but some of them hit their mark, exploding the fluorescent bulbs overhead in a bright spray of angry sparks.

049 might not understand your reasons, but he didn’t hesitate to follow your actions as he leaned around the corner and fired upward into the squares of light. He took another hit, and another, before you gripped him by the sleeve and pulled him back with the last of your strength.

You didn’t destroy all the lights, some of them remained, but they were damaged, and the corridor flickered with sporadic flashes.

The gunfire paused. And then the screaming started, bullets flying, but not in your direction. The sound of snapping bones punctuated the screams and gunshots, until finally, it was silent.

There was nothing in front of you, 049 sitting next to you as he leaned against the wall, panting and gripping his rifle.

And then, with the next flicker, it appeared in front of you, inches away. Its harmless-looking stubby arms reached out, its painted face strange and unseeing, and yet, its focus solely on you.

The overhead lights flickered again, casting you into brief darkness, and still 173 remained in place.

“How?” Your voice was faint. It was getting harder to draw breath.

“I can see in darkness,” 049 said grimly. “I will watch as long as I can. Blinking is not a necessity.”

The Eye Pods had vanished. If they were here, they could keep 173 in place, but they weren’t, and 049 needed to get somewhere safe.

There was… one thing you could do. One last act for him.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. You weren’t speaking only to 049. “It’s okay.”

You reached out and touched 173 on its stomach. The stone should have felt cold and lifeless, but it was warm, and hatred thrummed under your palm. It was a vibrant, visceral loathing that ran deep, a part of its nature as much as its limbs and painted face.

Its very existence was hatred, born out of a cruel origin it hadn’t chosen, forced into a box where its captors always watched. It hated the staring. The only relief it felt was when it could punish, and the captors couldn’t stare anymore.

All it wanted to do was kill, it had nearly killed you once, and all you felt for it was sadness.

You closed your eyes. You were so tired, your body sluggish as your thoughts wanted to do the same, but you concentrated. Focused on the thing inside of 173 that didn’t belong. The gaping wound that shouldn’t exist, that drove the anomaly to seek pain and death as a balm. And you began to close it.

The hatred dimmed, gradually, like a dying light, one that hurt to look at and would burn everything to ash if it could. But there was something still beautiful about it, and when it was extinguished, you felt its loss. This wasn’t like the black hole, or the suffering, time-dilated patient.

173 had been made of stone, but it was alive.

Had… been alive.

You opened your eyes. 049 was close, his mask inches away as he stared down at you, something rare and novel in his eyes. Fear.

At first, you thought it was fear of what you’d done. But then you realized his hand was pressed to your stomach, trying to stop the flow of blood. His other arm went around your back, and you barely registered the shift in gravity as he lifted you from the ground.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, looking past his shoulder to the SCP that stood there, unmoving. It would never move again, now just a strange piece of art in the flickering light.

The image of the lifeless statue vanished as you closed your eyes, and the world went still.

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