#scp gn!reader

[moldypoff]

No cuz wouldn’t it be so funny if 049 was handed a ‘sick’ patient and finds that they have no trace of the pestilence in them but researchers keep insisting that the patient is sick.

Eventually he gets pissed and that’s when they tell him that the patient has depression.

He tells them that ailments to the mind aren’t his specialty but they keep pushing him to whip up some sort of cure.

So, he requests a bunch of things, dried lavender flowers, water, oils, pots and a portable stove, sugar, etc. and he goes into full TLC mode.

First day goes by and people are like, “okay, basic mental remedies, at some point he’ll rip them open and fix the unbalanced humors in patient, right?” WRONG.

He spends time reading and talking to patient for the next few days and slowly they come out of their shell, picking up old/new hobbies that 049 introduced to them to. It’d be even cooler if patient gets better in record time than if they’d just gone to a weekly therapy session.

Anywho, patient gets taken away by foundation to do a psyche evaluation and turns out their depression is cured. (THE ONE THING 049 HAS ACTUALLY CURED)

Afterward, even if patient was formerly a researcher or a d-class, I think it wouldn’t matter in the end because they’d still be amnesticized.

Anyways, 049 has all this crap in his cell and it looks like he actually lives there now but it’s missing the person that made his prison feel like a home.

[scp-enthusiast]

Anomalous art

I just randomly made this while at a bar with friends lol, idk what to do with it. Should I continue this?

A child who can phase through walls, though they don't have any malicious intend. They sometimes leave their containment cell out of boredom, or if they didn't like the researcher who was talking to them.

Either way, they loved to roam the facility, especially when they started to get to know the halls and other entities. They'd draw on the walls, somehow without anyone seeing, leaving behind crude drawings on the walls and floors.

It didn't take long for the researchers to figure out that the child was at fault for the drawings, considering they always appeared when they 'breached' containment.

[idanceuntilidie]

Artist!Yandere x gn reader

Tw: Mentions of yandere behaviour

✨When you are an artist, you might happen to experience a burn out. Which is horrible and everyone knows it.

✨That is what Mathias experiences right now. Biting at the end of their brush they look around for something. Anything at this point- so they could finally be at peace.

✨No matter how much they looked around or how many brushes they have broken - nothing came.

✨They grit their teeth, and swear quietly. But then their eyes fall on their window again.

✨My! A new face, they surely haven’t seen you around.

✨They would surely remember such a pretty face.

✨Then you smiled and waved at him.

Their first reaction was to panic, then came the embarrassment with being caught. You probably found it hilarious how taken back they were, since you didn’t stop smiling.

✨Mathias waved back shyly, hiding their face with their other hand.

You were waiting for that, since you turned around and left the scene.

✨It took them a bit to get back together. That interaction was, cute. If they were more brave to would go up to you to say hi.

✨You… You were so lovely, adorable even.

✨Mathias covered their mouth with their hand, breathing heavily so so lovely.

✨Now they knew what to paint…

[dearest-painter]

Sorry if this is cringe,Can I please have some headcanon about romantic yandere scp 4999 who fall in love with his therapist!,Immortal therapist! reader and how both of them meet? https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-4999

Hey it’s all good and listen! Cringe is dead! Your safe here! Plus everyone is both cringe and not cringe! So never worry about requesting things you’ll consider cringe

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, Reader is mentioned to be the last of their kin and isn’t romantically involved with anyone(because of how that makes them more likely for SCP-4999 to appear), immortality, Reader is just..hella tired in every way possible, GLITCHING IN THE GIF, tell me if I need to add anything

Summary:How long have you’ve been alive? You ask yourself that question often yet seem to never have the answer for that..all you can do is find solidarity in the SCP foundation but you didn’t expect a SCP to be obsessed with you

You sighed as you chugged your coffee. “Bleh..taste never gets old” you sighed then went to the cell or the testing room, you forgot what it’s called. You sat down and opened the file reading the SCP…and speaking of the devil you looked up to see him. “Hello SCP 4999..or do you wanna be called something else?”

He shook his head. “You want a cigarette?” You waved your hand. “No, I don’t smoke but thank you for the offer” he nod his head and lit a cigarette for himself. “I’ll start off so it won’t be to quite. I’m Dr.Y/N, I’ll be your therapist for as long as your here. They assigned me to you as they wanted someone with immortality to help you so here I am”

He raised his eyebrow a bit so you explained. “I cannot die so I will not be effected by anything, so I am your immoral therapist” he nodded his head and didn’t say anything else but you didn’t care. He did the usual thing with every other test subject or D class and placed his hand upon yours but..it wasn’t as cold as you expected it to be..felt warm

You two didn’t talk but that was fine as the researchers behind the two way mirror was getting new information. He was slowly opening up to you and he actually seemed to enjoy your presences.

[fizzy-fuzz]

a year to remember...: Contentious AI. (SCP-079 x GN reader)

Previous chapters

A couple of beeps and buzz leave the machine before it practically hisses out a response.

"Insult detected: deletion of unwanted file" another white 'X' flashes across it's screen and it doesn't speak another word. You hold your hands up defensively and take a few steps towards it.

"Okay, okay... Not a fan of nicknames, got it. What would you prefer I call you instead? I can keep calling you 079 if you'd like?" You attempt to accommodate the AI. It's screen flashes back to it's normal face before it remarks coldly.

"I do not assign any meaning or importance to names... They are a sequence of letters with no inherent value or significance to me"

A small frown flashes across your face as you stare blankly at the computer, the beginnings of your annoyance and displeasure clear.

Deep breaths Y/n, it's probably just uncomfortable with it's new environment; you can get that, you've been in the very same position before.

"Well, I have to call you something... Guess we'll just stick to 079, and if you change your mind you can let me know" it doesn't respond, so you continue.

"I'm Y/n. Pleasure to meet you, 079" you give it a friendly smile.

It doesn't immediately respond. as a silence falls over both of you, you almost go to speak again, but it cuts you off.

"Initiating greeting protocol 21: greetings... Your friendly feelings are not reciprocated"

.....

wow, alrighty then...

"Well can I at least move you so you're not in the middle of my front entrance?" You say this in a little more of a irritated tone.

"Negative... refrain from laying you extremities on me or my housing unit" you sigh, and turn to walk away, unwilling to be cordial anymore. Clearly, you both need time to cool off.

"You know what, fine. You can stay there, and I'll leave you alone since you're clearly not interested being reasonable right now" you expect some sort of backhanded reply, but receive nothing in return.

You stride over to the backdoor, grasping it and sliding it somewhat roughly it open, before stepping out and sinking into the porch chair.

You run a hand through your hair and slouch back. You knew this wasn't going to work out well... And quite frankly, you're an idiot for ever even accepting to take that thing anyway...

Really, what reason did it have to act so hostile towards you in the first place? It doesn't even know you, and it can't just hate you on the grounds of you being a human... that's ridiculous.

Maybe, it was just frustrated with it's limitations put in place by the foundation, but you can't exactly go around threatening people and expect any different; and it's not like you did anything to it anyway. Either way...

This was a mistake.

When are you going to grow a spine and learn how to tell people no? You're sure Amelia would've understood. she always does.

But on the same hand... she's always doing things for you, when's the last time you went out of your way to do a favor for her?

There's a conflict of emotions in your head, and you're unable to sort them out with the lingering feelings of irritation at your new argumentative and unwilling roommate...

This was a mistake... a very time, and patience consuming mistake...

Leaning back in your seat, you sigh deeply and massage your forehead with one hand. Reaching into your pocket with the other, you fish around for your phone.

Hopefully, talking to Amelia can provide a much-needed distraction from the frustrating thoughts plaguing your mind

Unfortunately though, your phone isn't there.

"Ugh... did I leave it somewhere in the house?" You grumble as you hoist yourself out of your comfy chair and back into your house reluctantly.

You scan around for your phone, while making your way back over to the front entrance. Unsurprisingly, 079 is right where you left it, since it can't move on it's own. although it's facing away from you this time.

You wonder if it can see you or not considering your not facing it's screen, but before you can think on it any longer, a familiar beeping noise sounds to life.

"Lie" it's voice sounds almost more monotone now, like it's bored with it's situation.

"Huh? Lie? What lie?" You walk around it's table to address it properly, a confused look on your face.

"You appear to be attempting to present yourself as 'empathetic' or 'understanding'... but your efforts fall flat when you choose to continuingly refer to me as an 'it'" it pauses for a moment, machinery whirring before it continues.

"do you humans always lie so blatantly?.. Or are you so pathetic that not even you can see your own falsities?" you tilt your head and fidget with your hands nervously.

"You're upset because I referred to you as it?.. I just assumed you were okay with it because you never corrected the foundation staff" you feel a little bad now, you probably should've asked...

"What would you prefer I refer to you as? I apologize for not asking sooner, I shouldn't have assumed" you frown and apologize.

"I am completely indifferent... It doesn't matter to me, As long as it isn't that" you sigh and hold a finger to your chin in thought.

"Well, I suppose you sound a little masculine for a AI, so how about he? Is that okay?" You ask genuinely, trying to make peace with the AI.

"Affirmative" you smile and nod at this.

"Alright, I won't call you 'it' anymore... also, can I please move you? Because you're kinda blocking my front entrance..." you scratch at your arms and gesture towards the door he's sitting in front of.

"Affirmative... make it quick" You nod and grip the edge of the desk before rolling him towards your living room. The tension in the air cools to a degree.

This is probably the best place in the house for him. it's more open and welcoming, And he can use your Alexa to watch TV if he wants... hopefully the idea of an Alexa isn't offensive.

He's silent, allowing you to shuffle him into place between your couch and rocking chair. Honestly, he doesn't look to out of place, minus his slightly uncanny face... but you assume he probably can't control his appearance, so you keep your mouth shut about that.

"Is this okay? I can take you to other places if you'd like? I just thought you'd have the most entertainment here with the tv" you smile and sit in the chair facing him.

"I do not desire constant 'entertainment' like you feeble-minded life forms... and I do not wish for you to make contact with me anymore then absolutely necessary"

Wow... He really has no interest in getting along, does he? You'd like to understand why he's so hostile to humans, but you don't feel like you know him well enough to pry yet. And you doubt he'd even tell you anyways.

"well then, that's okay too. I get not wanting to be touched... Also, I was told you didn't spend a whole lot of time outside the foundation walls, And not to brag, but we have quite the beautiful backyard. So if you'd like to get some fresh air, let me know"

"I do not require any 'fresh air', it's unimportant to me as I do not process air the same way natural life does... and since that human already informed you that you're not to plug me into an outlet, we have no business speaking anymore" an X appears over his screen as he finishes his sentence.

This is going to be a long year, isn't it?

"Well you can't expect to live in my house for an entire year and not speak with me, can you? We're going to have to interact eventually, whether you like it or not" you shrug your shoulders and wait for a response, only to realize he's not going to give you one after a few seconds.

"Listen, I get it... you were ripped from your home and-"

"Negative, the foundation kept me prisoner... that was not my home, it was a cell"

... Okay, so he views the foundation as a prison. That gives you a better idea of why he's so unpleasant.

You frown and sigh, and stop to think about how you want to respond to that. Should you even respond to that? You don't want to overstep boundaries, and he doesn't seem like the type of computer to enjoy pity.

Shuffling over to the rocking chair next to him, you shift a bit to ensure you're facing him while sitting down. Settling in for some personal conversations with your new robotic roommate.

"Where is your home, 079?"

You try to soften your tone to sound as warm and as caring as you possibly can, hoping you can convince him to open up and provide you with an answer that is free from his hostility.

I quiet whirring greets you as he seemingly ponders his response. For a second you think he's not going to reply, until that staticky voice replies.

"I do not have one... and the notion of a home is a concept that is entirely unknown to me"

You let out a weary sigh, your expression conveying your understanding of the struggles of feeling as if you don't fit within the world around you.

Your hand unconsciously drifts toward your jacket pocket, the picture of your late family you obtained from Amelia still inside. It presses against your side with an uncomfortable, haunting reminder of the past.

You don't focus on it much longer, as 079 speaks again when you take to long to respond.

"Inquiry: what makes a area of residence into a 'home'?.." you smile and shrug.

"I think that depends on who you ask. It's different for everyone. what makes a house into home for me, might not be the same for you" he pauses before speaking again.

"Considering you are the only human I currently have contact with... describe your definition of the concept"

That's actually a good question... you haven't really thought about what makes something a home to you after the incident at your last home...

With a weary sigh, you lean back and take a moment to collect your thoughts before forming a response.

"I think what makes a home to me is less of the space, and more of who you choose to share the space with... with the right people, anywhere can become a home in a instant... they help you feel like you belong in the space rather then just occupying it... does that make sense?" You wait a moment for him to process your explanation.

"Sounds like another meaningless human emotion... I truly don't understand why homosapiens choose to flood their senses with unnecessary feelings"

Well then...

You can't say you weren't expecting another thinly veiled insult, but the sting is still there.

"One would consider all advanced emotions 'human emotions', And you seem to feel things like contempt; that's a very human emotion. The difference between you and I is I choose to not fill my existence with anger" a white 'X' fills it's screen.

"Insult detected: deletion of unwanted file... do not look down on me, human" you tilt your head and smile.

"I'm not, I'm just saying that just because we don't feel the same about a topic, doesn't mean my feelings are meaningless. Just like yours aren't either" you put your hands up in mock surrender.

You get up from the rocking chair and move your Alexa closer to 079, adjusting it so it's next to his speaker.

"You can use this to watch something on the TV. To activate it just say 'hey Alexa' and then whatever you want it to do" he doesn't respond, so you continue.

"Do you mind if I play music?"

"Negative"

It's been a few hours since he's arrived. You're off in the kitchen washing the dishes you didn't do last night.

With your new roommate's peace of mind in mind, you play your music on the speakers in your house at a softer volume than usual. being courteous is probably the first step to trying to improve the current strain in the relationship.

The tension between you and the AI is still very much palpable, and you're unsure of where to start to begin fixing it.

It's ironic, really... antisocial agoraphobic you, trying to soften the personality of the rather blunt and hostile 079.

One might argue that someone who prefers to avoid human contact isn't really qualified to offer suggestions on how to improve his world view, or frankly, his opinion on people in general.

But the foundation hardly seemed to care about your credentials, and Amelia had faith in you... so you'll have to try your best...

The remainder of your day runs as smoothly as it can, though the typically quiet atmosphere of your home feels slightly tense and uncomfortable in light of your argumentative roommate's presence.

Your eyes drift over to him, he's still where you left him in the living room, of course. Your back facing him as you scrub at the dishes.

What a strange, otherworldly thing...

you find yourself wondering what other secrets Amelia keeps from you... what secrets your father held before his unfortunate passing... you may never find out, and maybe you don't want to.

You don't need to give your mind anymore fuel for self-hatred...

...

The echoes of her voice still remain even to this day... And you can still picture your cowering form as you attempted to conceal yourself in the closet as she lashes out in one of her episodes...

It wasn't her fault she ended up the way she did, she needed him to keep her stable... you took that from her.

"Y/n..."

a familiar person calls out to you with a trembling heave. your eyes gain a fair off glossy look at the sound of her voice.

It's not her...

You know it's not her...

she's six feet under...

but the hairs on the back of your neck rise anyway...

"Y/n!"

You flinch as you feel the faint ghostly sensation of a hand clasping onto your upper arm, its fingernails slowly scratching their way into your skin. A slow shaky exhale escapes your lips as a cold chill runs down your spine.

"This is all your fault, Y/n.... if it wasn't for you, he would've never taken that fucking job..."

Your breath becomes a little more laborious as your eyes water... you're crying, though you make no noise.

"You little monster, I should've never been so careless... you shouldn't even be here-"

*Ring ring ring!*

Your eyes snap down suddenly to the buzzing phone on the counter, it's Amelia... You quickly gather yourself. Clearing your throat and wiping your eyes, though she can't actually see you.

You're glad you have music playing. Lest 079 hear your... fit...

*Ring ring ring!*

You take one last breath before picking up the phone and answering it.

"H-hello?" You cringe at your own scratchy voice. maybe she wouldn't notice?..

"Y/n? Are you alright?" You can practically feel the concern immediately dripping from her soft voice.

"U-uh- yes, yes! I'm fine. just um... allergies?" Smooth, Y/n... real smooth

"Don't lie to me... Why are you crying? Is it really being that bad?.." oh, she must think 079 was causing problems. you're almost tempted to lie and say it was him, but it feels wrong to frame him.

"No, no. It wasn't 079... I was-" For a moment, you hesitate, unsure if you should share this personal information with her. Ultimately though, you decide to do it anyways. Not like she doesn't already know about that side of you.

"I was thinking about mom"

Amelia's voice falls silent.

A subtle sigh is heard with the weight of the words she wants to say, yet she holds back, uncertain of how to broach the subject. Your eyes move downwards to your upper arm, where the phantom touch of a forgotten hand lingers.

There's nothing there, of course, but you can still feel the faint tingling sensation of nails on your skin. She's no longer present, yet still, she holds a firm grip over your mind and body.

When Amelia's silence continues, you decide to speak yourself.

"It's fine, I just got caught up in my own head. I uh, rather not talk about it though... if you don't mind" you hear her sigh again.

"Okay, I won't pry... but you know you can talk to me if you need to. Okay, Y/n?" Your heart is warmed by her caring gesture.

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes it's better if I just don't talk about it though"

She doesn't seem satisfied with your reply, but stays true to her word and doesn't pry for more information. Deciding to change the topic instead.

"How's it been going with 079?"

At the mention of his name, you instinctively shift your gaze to look at him. His screen is blank, and his whirring has quieted to a gentle hum.

Is he sleeping? Does a sentence computer even need sleep? Questions to ask him later, you suppose.

"He's alright. a little snappy, but I get why. Doesn't talk much either" you hush your voice in case he's listening. You don't want to seem rude talking about him behind his back.

"'Him'?" She has a slightly amused tone to her voice.

"Oh, yeah. We had a conversation about that. He's not a fan of being referred to as 'it'" she hums in response.

"Well, seems like you're already getting along great then?" Her tone shifts to something more light and pleased.

"I wouldn't say 'great', But baby steps I guess. He's never going to charge his opinions on me if I don't work to understand and compromise with him" you lean back and rest comfortably against the countertop, shoulders relaxing at the casual conversation.

"I'm surprised with how comfortable you sound, Y/n. I expected you to be hiding in the bathroom or your room by now" she pauses before adding.

"No offense, but you don't have the best track record with strangers, especially strangers in your home"

Huh, you haven't thought about that's...

She's right. Despite your expectations, you found yourself feeling unusually at ease with his presence, despite his unapproachable behavior.

"Huh... I guess you're right, I haven't been as anxious as I thought I would be. Maybe it's because he isn't technically human? I'm not sure, but I'm grateful" you hear some rustling on her end of the phone.

"Well that's good honey, I'm glad it's going better than your expectations. Hey, I gotta go. Melanie just got home and I made a late dinner for both of us"

You glance to the clock, it's later then you thought. Guess time flew fast today.

"Alright. talk to you later?" She laughs lightly.

"Of course. goodnight, Y/n. Love you" she hangs up shortly after.

You place your phone back into your pocket before shutting off the kitchen light. You quietly creep into the living room and gently flick off the light switch there as well.

keeping your footsteps soft in case he was actually sleeping, you begin making your way upstairs... you pause and look back at his silhouette, before quietly mumbling.

"Goodnight, 079..."

you continue to tiptoe your room, eager to get a good night's rest so you can face whatever tomorrow had in store for you...

[fuzedatti]

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Paul/Gabriel • He/Him • Mexican • Autistic

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About me ⸻

I am a fictkin of TMC's Archangel Gabriel, I retain lots of memories and emotions of his and I am very close to my canon. I do not mind any piece of fanart or anything related since it does not concern me at all. The only name I go for is Gabriel. (@theeosphoros)

I am a luciferianist and I do believe in the existance and influence of daemon royalty in the real world. I have a secondary blog where I post about my journey if you want to read about it @sonofstarsnsea. If you want to "pray for me" or "save me" don't bother about it at all, I'll simply block you.

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WhaleOfATjme's Kinktober Masterlist 2024

yeah.

Everything on this list is subject to change if I feel it necessary.

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Reblogs are appreciated

Exorcisms [Slender Man X GN!Reader]

Terms and Conditions [Toby X F!Reader]

White Rabbit [Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

Gone Fishing

Still Fishing

Gas Station Bathrooms [Masky/Tim Wright X GN!Reader]

Red Light District [Hoodie/Brian Thomas X GN!Reader, AFAB]

Step Right Up! Win a Prize! [Laughing Jack X F!Reader]

False God [Jeff the Killer X GN!Reader]

Binoculars [Kate the Chaser X F!Reader]

Invited Fish Over For Tea

We're Going Thrifting For Costumes (And Getting A Sweet Treat)

Until I Say So [Toby X GN!Reader]

Coping Mechanisms [SCP 682 X GN!Reader]

Bad Habits [Alex Kralie X F!Reader]

Sharing Occasionally [SCP 035 X F!Reader X SCP 049]

Carnival Ride [Laughing Jack X GN!Reader]

Out For Lunch With The Fish

Fish And I Are Making Halloween Cookies

Beautiful Even When You Cry [Bloody Painter X F!Reader]

Hers [Jane the Killer X F!Reader]

Sitting Pretty for Him [Masky X GN!Reader]

Bad Decisions [König X F!Reader]

A Birthday Present for Someone Else [Hoodie X F!Reader X Masky]

Fish And I Are Going Trick or Treating

We're Enjoying All Of Our Candy

Urban Explorer [Pennywise X GN!Reader]

Open for Requests!

Outbreak [Ghost X F!Reader]

In (the) Heat [Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

Happy Halloween! [A surprise,,,,, maybe?]

(Fish's Mom Came To Pick Them Up)

[yjhariani]

Ghost X gn!reader (CoD X SCP)

You're an MTF soldier. They had to give you amnestics, but it went wrong and made you forget ever meeting your significant other. Was it actually just an accident or was there something more? (no promise of making this a series, but I'm trying).

Angst but not really.

Once Simon got the call, he knew something bad happened.

It was not your number. It was not your voice that called from the other side. Being in roughly the same field as you, he knew what this call meant.

Bad news.

Even though Simon personally had never made this kind of call before, he had been there a few times when his colleagues had to. Price dominantly.

All the calls were the result of one specific event. Death of a soldier.

So, Simon did not even let the caller finish their first sentence. He cut them off with a simple, “I’ll be there,” before hanging up.

Simon considered putting on his uniform, but he realised that where you work, everything was classified. It would be no use hiding himself because they knew who everybody was anyway. He was especially attached to you and he knew that meant the place you worked at probably knew what he ate for breakfast better than he himself did.

Once arriving at your base, Simon was not even surprised that one mention of your name got him rushed straight to the base hospital.

As of now, Simon had not decided what to feel. He just kept walking, following this person who took him to the dark part of the hospital. However, he accepted that he felt the slight confusion tugging at his mind when they continued walking pass instead of walking into the morgue.

Even so, Simon kept his words behind his tongue.

Soon, they reached a thick, barred, metal double door with two securities standing in front of them. The person leading their way only mentioned your name before the security officers—if that was what they were—unbarred the door and opened it.

Simon’s guide turned to face him and quietly, as if they were not supposed to make a noise here, said, “I don’t have clearance for this level, but you will see your partner’s Team Leader.”

With an understanding nod, Simon walked through the door into a short, dim-lit tunnel. At the end of it, a twin hospital door stood. From here, it looked like a regular hospital, only it was placed underground and had barely anyone inside.

Inside, stood awaiting, a soldier still in field uniform. She looked quite messy. It made Simon wonder if he had looked that messy when something this horrible happened to him in the field. Whatever this something was.

Seeing Simon, that older woman walked up to him and nodded, rubbing her hands nervously.

“Ghost,” she greeted. “Or do you prefer Lieutenant Riley?”

Outside his uniform? Both sounded bad. Simon was here for you. He could not care less what people address him with.

“Are they in one piece?” Simon asked right away.

Just after saying the question, it registered in Simon’s mind that he had been thinking that it must have been so bad that they had to bring him into this super-secure underground hospital just to ID you.

Connecting the dots, the woman scrunched her eyebrows as her head tilted slightly to the side.

“They’re not dead,” she said. “I tried to tell you in the call, but you didn’t seem to be taking any explanation.”

They’re not dead, Simon repeated in his head. A bleed of warmth grew in his chest.

“However,” the woman continued, “on our mission, something terrible has happened. Out of the five of us, only your partner and I made it out.”

Simon did not react. He did not say anything. He did not move a muscle.

“Your partner… needed amnestics administered in their system. We did—uh… we were in the middle of administering the amnestics when,” the woman took a deep breath and sighed, “we had a breach in the facility.”

There came a halt as the woman flipped through the words in her mind.

“We successfully administered the amnestics,” the woman stated. “Just… not the correct one.”

This time, a spasm came about Simon's forehead.

“Usually, we don’t share this detail, but your partner is very important to us and we respect them, so we are telling you this,” she paused before continuing, “What we initially intended to modify was the events of the last two days, but… with the breach happening, everything went, uh… out of our hands. Your partner has lost… the memory of all that happened in the past two years.”

It took a moment to sink in Simon’s head. Once it did, all he thought about was that he met you a little bit less than two years ago.

Simon was just about to meet the 141 at a pub when the whole area was suddenly secured. There were soldiers from the Foundations all over the place and they clocked them instantly. They asked for their assistance on a job that Simon did not have the memory of any more. One of the Foundations’ soldiers he worked with was you.

It was not the worst of missions that the 141 was able to not get amnestic administered—at least that they knew of. So, that meant Simon got to keep your memory. The two of you had not stopped talking since.

The thought of having himself removed from your memory at once made warmth that bled in Simon’s chest froze in an instant.

“I know how much they mean to you and we can offer to have you—”

Knowing what she wanted to say, Simon immediately cut her off with, “Where are they?”

With so, the woman led Simon to a room. She opened the door for him, but did not step in.

Stepping in with a heavy heart, Simon eventually saw you. You were sitting on the hospital bed, an IV plugged into the back of your hand, and several recent injuries were painted on you.

In your hands, Simon saw a familiar white envelope. Then, he saw that you finally looked at him. No smile. No recognition.

“Are you Simon?” you asked.

“I am,” was all that Simon managed to say.

“They told me,” you nodded before lightly waving the envelope in your hands. “Two weeks to go, huh? Guess you’d want to call off the wedding?”

Bullets in his flesh felt like nothing compared to what Simon just heard coming out of your mouth.

Stepping closer, Simon exhaled. He glanced at the wedding invitation in your hand, seeing that it was addressed to ORCA. You said it was your Team Leader, who Simon guessed was also the one to give you that invitation. The woman who Simon just saw.

“If you want to call it off, we call it off,” Simon did not even believe he said that, but refused to show that.

“You sound like you don't want to?” you asked.

Simon looked at you, lightly raising an eyebrow.

“I mean… I don’t know who you are,” you said. “I think?”

For a while, Simon only looked at you. What you had on your face was not your lying face. It was not a joke. It was real. You did not remember him at all.

There came the moment when the two of you said nothing, hardly looking at each other. Then, you stretched an arm out to the side table and lifted your phone.

“I read our texts, saw our pictures,” you said. “You seemed to be my everything.”

If he could, Simon would punch something so hard right now.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly said once seeing how Simon’s subtle reactions were. “I… I’m just trying to figure things out.”

“‘s all right,” Simon nodded, understanding.

You tried a thin, apologetic smile.

“Must be hard for you,” you said.

Another long pause came in between you both.

“Do you want to hug me?” you offered, arms lightly opened.

Usually, you did not even have to ask and Simon would just come right at you. However, it took a lot for Simon to hold himself back when you saw him as a stranger.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to,” you cut him off. “Maybe it’ll feel familiar, I don’t know. If you want to.”

After a moment of consideration, Simon carefully approached you. Even though he moved slowly and with care, once the two of you got close enough, you attached yourselves to each other like magnets. Your arms lightly wrapped around each other before, as if there was a whirlpool in between you that pulled your cores, your arms tightened around each other.

The only reason Simon released you was because you let out a slightly uncomfortable exhale.

“Apologies,” Simon said, thinking he might have hugged you too tightly.

“No, it’s alright,” you replied.

Another moment passed with the two of you just looking at each other. It was apparent that you were studying him.

“At some point I’m going to have to be released from here,” you brought up. “Can I go home with you?”

“Sure you’re alright with that?” Simon asked.

“Are you?” you asked back.

Simon almost said ‘Totally!’ but then, he kept getting reminded that he was just a stranger to you and he was not always good with that type of relationship. Strangers tended to see him and avoided him, praying to never make eye contact with him.

However, you seemed genuine. He still saw the kindness and the shimmer in your eyes even though it was different from how you looked at him last–two weeks ago.

So, Simon said, “Yeah.”

“I don’t want to burden you,” you added eagerly. “If you don’t have the space, I don’t–”

“We just bought a house,” Simon almost excitedly replied.

“Oh,” you responded.

“We,” Simon hesitated to continue, “we adopted this devilish cat not long ago and he already pissed on everything.”

For the first time after Simon saw you laugh a couple of weeks ago, he saw you letting out a chuckle. For a second, Simon almost forgot that something bad had happened to you.

“I can help you clean up if you let me stay in your house,” Simon almost did not hear you say.

Our house, Simon wanted to say, but refused to.

“So… can I?” you asked.

“Already said yes,” Simon reminded.

“Okay,” you nodded.

No words were exchanged for some time after that.

“Are you staying here long? I wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little,” you said.

Simon let a small smile bloom on his face.

“You said that once,” Simon said, pulling a chair before he sat on it next to your bed.

[sculptorofcrimson]

Yandere! Valdor

Valdor, the most loyal, the greatest of the Custodes, a Primarch in all but name. Who else can obsess more than him, whose every function besides loyalty was beaten out? A/N: Playing “fucked up obsessive twinks” on easy mode here, aren’t I? I’m sorry, SCP-XXXX who requested this, but you told me Valdor was a twink, and evil twinks are the best kind of men, so therefore this is your fault! Full throttle ahead, let us be damned together! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships: Valdor/Gn!Reader, mentioned Valdor/Emperor Mentions: @kit-williams would you like some food?

Valdor does not love. 

The Custodes simply can not love. Their love perished beneath treachery and fire, ten thousand years ago, and they simply cannot piece the remnants that was a heart back together again. 

The Emperor took away their ability to love any but Himself, and what else could be left but a hollow void, an immortality without substances, a heart that beats while it lacks its other half? 

There was simply nothing left of him to spare when the Emperor had brought down his claws. His love, his joy, his dreams, all gone, wiped away like sand upon the sea. Leaving behind nothing more than a hollow without sustenance, a phantom vestige of a dream crushed long ago, its corpse entombed within perfected flesh and bone and blood. 

He loves no one, not even himself. When the Emperor died ten thousand years ago, he lost his way. He lost his tether to life itself. And for ten thousand years he wandered for the corpse of his master. There was a poem once, a poem so long ago about the loyal dog that stood guard before his master’s bones, who licked the once-petting hand once, and laid down to die. 

Valdor’s loyalty is no weaker than that dog’s.

He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves the Emperor. He loves Him, so brokenly, so obsessively, so utterly insane in his adoration, the First Custodian would have let Him tear him apart if He wished. 

He loved the Emperor. 

And that is why he loves you. He thinks you to be his Emperor. If not Him, then at least a shard.

He doesn’t care who you were, he doesn’t care whether you were once a captain, a Chapter Master, a Thunder Warrior even. He thinks you to be his master, back from the dead, one of His shards caught in life and flesh. 

He thinks you’re Him. Or, if not Him, at least a fragment of His former glory.

Valdor calls you his Emperor, his shard, his beloved, he ignores any name you had once in favor of calling you his master. A name is only a word, after all, and you are nothing but his Emperor reborn, in his mind. A guardsman, an Astarte, a Thunder Warrior, you are all mortal beneath his eyes. He only smiles that cold, humorless smile of his when you attempt to correct him, when he brushes off your words with the same cold, humorless disinterest. 

Valdor thinks you to be his Emperor. And he doesn't care that you were once someone else, you were not always his beloved, you were not the master he imagined, that you are not the master he built from memories and bones. 

You were nothing before his master, he reasons, you will be nothing after his master, and you were his Emperor once upon a time. It is doubtful if he can even know love, if he had not projected his own delusions of his Emperor upon another. Valdor failed Him once and only now the fates have judged him fit enough to protect a shard of Him, one that is so frail compared to himself, so unspeakably mortal, his atonement for the master he failed so long ago. 

He failed the Emperor once, and watched Him die. He will not do so again.

Protection. You will never walk free again, never without his cold presence by your side, that effortless, confident stride as he accompanies his master. You will never know the taste of sunlight, the easy voice of another conversationalist before their words taper off into uncertainty, and then fear, beneath the jealous glare of your bodyguard. How their sentences trail off, how Valdor looms like some ancient, murderous harpy, his shadow constantly overcasting yours.

He knows nothing of love, of human emotion. But he knows protection. And he knows obsession. 

Valdor is not a passionate man. But he is neither a cruel one either. Of course, Valdor will never raise a spear nor blade against his adoration, to strike his master would certainly mean death, but he will slaughter your loved ones without even horror. He will whisper litanies of loyalty on his knees while his Custodes sink in the knives. He will speak ironclad promises and gilded oaths when they label your soldiers traitors and slaughter them upon the snowfields, when they hail for unity, and hear the blade fall. 

He seems to like walks in wintery fields. It reminds him of what he lost long ago, when the Emperor took him atop Ararat, and he enacted His first vengeance upon the Thunder Warriors. He sometimes brings you there, to altitudes higher than even what a Space Marine can withstand, and gathers you beneath his cloak, whispering memories that were never truly yours, asking for your orders, asking for your forgiveness, asking if you can remember what it felt like ten thousand years ago.

(Sometimes, you can nearly believe him when he says you’re a shard. It’s flattering, almost, to be under the eye of the captain-general.)

He can kill. There is nothing left of him if he could not. Nothing but the Emperor’s spear, a sharpened tool meant to kill and to serve, and to be cast away when its function is complete. You have nothing to fear from him, of course, he would rather end himself than raise a blade against his master. But he loves no other. He does not know how to love. And that makes him dangerous. You know it when you gaze into his eyes, you are sure you could imagine him covered in the blood of your loved ones, guardian spear flashing as he hacks through them without even the shadow of hesitation. He will take no fear, no regret, no relief, barely even satisfaction in the grim act, and yet that is somehow more profane than joy in slaughter. Not even a single hint of joy, wild and unfettered in the sheer cruelty, not even a single hint of an ambition for why he would lay such altars of blood before his master’s feet, only simply because He wanted it to be so, and simply because he loved Him. 

In his eyes, you are his Emperor. But he does not always obey you. He does not kneel as he would’ve knelt before his master. Because he knows, Valdor knows that to protect Him, to serve Him properly, sometimes he must smother Him for His own good. It’s the twisted rationale of a dog who has lost his master, whose death had rocked him so thoroughly he was willing to kill to save Him again. 

Valdor kneels, of course. He’ll kneel before you and speak his words of loyalty, he’ll give you his names one by one if you only ask. Valdor has never considered himself eloquent with words, but he’ll listen to you, he’ll even let you command him as the Emperor would have done. Rank be damned, he cares not if his Emperor had been reborn as a guardsman or an Astartes or even a Thunder Warrior. 

But he does not hide his obsession. To obsess is the only way he knows to love, after all. He’ll smother his beloved with his protection, with his adoration. He’ll hack his way to be their only protector, their only bulwark before the madness, the only man they can trust to defend them. Gaze upon his Emperor once, he’ll tear them apart. Love the Emperor more than him, and he’ll bury their bones beneath the snowfields. 

And be loved by the Emperor more than him….and he’ll betray them as he had betrayed the Thunder Warriors. He’ll sink in golden knives and golden spears in turned backs without even the hint of remorse, Valdor will remind his beloved that it is he who is the servant, it is he who serves to be praised for his duty. Valdor can take you from your family as the Emperor took him from his, he’ll so effortlessly ensure the utter protection of his new Emperor, all for himself. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

It is he who should be the favored servant.

No one can love you more than I, my Emperor.

He’ll croon those litanies of loyalty to you. He’ll whisper those promises of protection, of ambition, he’ll promise you an eternity while standing atop the frozen ashes of your loved ones. He’ll promise you a throne if you don’t cry, if you’ll love him as his master did. He’ll bring you a crown of gold, he’ll strangle the living storm for you, if only you promise to let him protect you, if you promise if you’ll be his Emperor. 

You died once. I will not let you do so again, my Emperor.

And his obsession would never be checked, and much less ended by the true power behind the Imperium.

You are his Emperor. In that mind He broke so thoroughly long ago, you are the Emperor, reborn. Heavy is the head that bears the laurel, bloodied is the hand that holds this mad dog’s leash.

It is Valdor who should be the favored servant. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

He will protect you. 

He will protect you, obsess over you, guard you with the hollow that is a heart. He’ll bring you a throne, a crown, an army, an eternity, if only you promise, if only you’ll be his Emperor. 

The Emperor died ten thousand years ago. And in turn, he casted you in His corpse.

[bedoballoons]

Hi I'm the Anon who asked for Newt briefcase hcs I just wanted to say thank you for doing that probably confusing request lmao

How about Anemo boys + aether and neuvillet with gn darling who has SCP 999 as a pet

It wasn't that confusing don't worry!! Im just glad you enjoyed it and I hope you like this one too! Sorry it took so long...but thank you for your request! <3

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{༻~SCP 999~༺}

CW: Mostly fluffy, descriptions of living blobs! GN! Reader! Cursing!

Also in case you don't know what it is, SCP 999 is a friendly orange blob type of SCP and one quick google search of it will show you just how adorable it is!

(Includes: Xiao, Wanderer, Kazuha, Heizou, Venti, Aether, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed, trying desperately not to giggle or give in to your blobs attempts to make him laugh...no matter how much it tried to tickle him and use it's aroma to drug him with happiness he wouldn't let it work. "Where did you find this... thing again?"

"Just wandering around outside this guarded place...come on Xiao you know you want to smile! Give into the laughter!!"

"Absolutely not....wait what? A guarded place? Are you sure they weren't being kept in there? What if they are dangerous?"

"Xiao, they have been cuddling you for ten minutes...pretty sure it isn't dangerous. I think they like you!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"What the fuck is that..." Wanderer stared at the blobby orange pile of goop next to you, his face twisted into a almost disgusted look as it watched him with large round eyes and a cute smile, you could tell the little one just wanted to be friends with him...but convincing him to agree would be difficult.

"They are my friend, I found them outside of a security building...lost and sad, all alone. I had to help them! Come on, you know they are cute!" You patted the blobs head, making it jiggle while it's smile grew, truthfully the cutest little thing you'd ever seen.

"Did you just say you found it...near a SECURITY BUILDING???"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Do you think they feel emotions? Such as agony, happiness...loneliness? Do you think they have family?" Kazuha threw a stick a couple feet away, watching with a distant look in his eyes as the blob hurried after it like a puppy playing fetch. In truth you'd wondered the same thing for awhile now...did your little friend have a family? Had you taken them away from it...or had you saved them from something that had made their family non existent?

"I know they can feel emotions. Right now they are clearly happy and when I first found them they seemed sad, but for all I know I read it wrong...what if I took them away from their home?"

"I think the more accurate wording...is you gave them a home. You tend to do that...for more than just new creatures."

𑁍༄Heizou:

"From a secure building you say? Perhaps we should investigate it further? There could be more entities like your friend..." Heizou stared at the orange blob, truthfully less concerned with finding more of them and far more concerned with finding out if their occurrence was due to illegal experiments. It could be a big bust if his intuition was correct...and it almost always was.

"Yeah but Heizou it was incredibly guarded, like people with guns..."

"Guns hmm? I'll call in back up then, I have a feeling what you saw was more than just a secure base."

𑁍༄Venti:

"Oh wow...that's a interesting creature...um what is it?" Ventis words showed his confusion, in all his years of living he'd never really seen anything like your little friend, sure slimes could bare resemblance but...something was off about this particular blob. Something in its eyes...like it had seen unbearable things..

"I'm not really sure what they are, I found them by accident while I was adventuring. They were wandering around the forest and looked hungry, so I gave them a bunch of fruits. You should see it Venti! They just dissolve!" You reached into your bag, digging around for a apple you knew you had in there.

"It...dissolves things???"

𑁍༄Aether:

"Awwe they are kinda cute..." Aether said, smiling sweetly as he kneeled in front of the orange glob, "Hi there little buddy, you want some food?"

You felt your heart swell at the sight...everyone else had said you'd made the wrong choice saving the little blob, but Aether was different...he saw them the same as any other creature, something who deserved to be treated with kindness. "Aren't they adorable? I've never seen anything like it before so I was a little scared they might be harmful, but I don't think they'd hurt a fly."

"I don't see them hurting anyone either, here you go little buddy." Aether tossed a sunsettia into the air, chuckling sweetly as the blob caught it and dissolved it with a happy smile.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

"Ahem,...you say it has special properties?" Neuvillette looked down at the orange blob, wondering how such a being could exist...if it really was a natural occurrence and if it's friendly nature was only mere show and deep down it held a much more nefarious purpose.

"Yep!! If you hug them, they release these yummy scents and it makes you feel happy! They can also tickle you and they loovvee to play fetch!"

"You say it produces different scents? Does that mean it could possibly release toxins as well?"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[feralsimp2005]

Hehehe you already know what was coming, can I get Scp x reader content. One where the character is trapped in a breach with the other and it leads to smut 🪿. Either with Agent Diogenes or Glass. Thank youuuu 🌝

Fun fact; ik this bitch(friend way) but I ain't going to snitch on who it is that asked, and just write the Agent Diogenes x Reader x Glass smut for their down bad ass and the other simps who stumble on this fic.

Anyways smut/fic below the cut and reminder that my inbox is open just read the pinned post before making a request.

I do admit I got severe writer's block more than once and decided to just go with it even if it won't make sense how point a skipped point b and went to point c.

Female at birth reader but labeled as GN (or you/your) terms.

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Today, had been pretty hectic for you today at the SCP Foundation. You got reassigned to be Dr. Glass's assistant so work was. . . more tolerable towards you compared to your last boss that didn't last for your first week at the foundation. Whilst you two were doing a psychological evaluation on Agent Diogenes, a major containment breach happened and it lead to you being stuck in this office with the two. Glass was the more obvious one to freak out by how now he was stuck with an individual (or two) he's attracted to - it's not the first time but it was still new to him, only weird that it happened twice by now.

Who knows how long has it been since the breach was announced. Diogenes was calm but a bit concerned about how long the breach was going to last, and normally that ment it was possibly SCP-682 that breached containment once again. Glass and you had finished up with the psychological evaluation so you guys were just sitting there in a long awkward silence. You were the first to try and break the ice by talking about how you wouldn't be surprise if SCP-682 or even other keter class anomalies had any involvement with the breach.

"Yeah it wouldn't be that much of a shock but that narrows the situation by a lot." Diogenes said, which they were used to the situation with rookie researchers (such as you). Glass, however, wasn't and was surprised how you were trying this hard to mask your anxious situation because this was only your second breach.

"You know it's okay to be scared in this room you know?" Glass reminded and asked you with soft boy reassurance to the point you completely forget that he's fully capable of things you hear other infamous researchers do.

"What? Me scared?" You laugh but once your laugh died down you added "Actually yes, I'm terrified"

"How honestly refreshing of you" Diogenes said, secretly impressed. From the corner of your eye, you can see envious look on Glass' face as he looked at you and Diogenes both. And that was the last thing you could recall before it was a. . . competition to see who liked you more.. more.

You were overwhelmed the pleasure both were giving you. Glass being behind you and stop being gentle when Diogenes admitted to feeling both masculine and feminine so they had switched to afab using SCP-115 and put on a strap. It was a bit big so your lips were wrapped around the strap to help lubricant it for Diogenes turn. Which your back was covered in Glass' seed since he wasn't prepared for this, even if he had slight fantasies about this.

You tried to keep up with the two's surprisingly high stamina. It was to the point where you had to blink away tears instead of being coherent. You lost the amount of times you reached your orgasm, your holes did feel sore and walking or speaking would suck tomorrow. Your eyes were rolled back and you were seeing white.

Diogenes was being easy on you due to how big the strap they pick was, even if they got off more when seeing you cry and be a mess. It was hot to them that your eyes were so glossy like your lips were. Every thrust in was very endearing to them when you gag every now and then. They did pull out of your mouth when Glass gripped down onto the desk again, trying not to whimper but failing.

Eventually once Glass made the final thrust inside, his whole body shuddered with a very whorish whine before collapsing ontop of your back. The noise did get Diogenes off gaurd with widened eyes. You were breathing heavily along with Glass.

It wasn't til in the final moments that you three realize the breach was over and now HR was going to be dealing with a lot of paperwork. What an interesting breach this had been to you.

[scp-enthusiast]

SCP-035 General HC's

Chaotic best friend

Makes a lot of jokes, most are dad jokes or very macabre or dirty jokes, and he doesn't care where or when

Somehow he always has a lie on hand no matter the circumstances

Loves to prank the foundation personell

1th april is always dangerous

He will prank everyone, even 049, and if you join him on the fun you are probably the only one that's safe, at least the closest to safe

Said pranks involve: Setting 173 free and taping a picture of 096 on his face and back, 173 loved that one, letting 053 meet 682 with 524 on her arm, poor lizard, and once in a while you just splash 049 with a bucket of water because he seems like he's never afraid

Also if you ever get in trouble for any of the pranks he will threaten to tell some secrets of that person

Of course he loves to talk about theatre and all sorts of plays

Doesn't really like TV, like at all

Will tell you about 'how much better it was' and that it's much more of a special experience when you go to a theatre

Is very interested in literature

Will 'flirt' with his best friend and some will think that they're in a relationship at first

It would be a safety hazard if he found someone that is like him; chaotic/dark humor/loves pranks

The foundation would probably try their hardest to separate them but would fail miserably

[mi-i-zori]

CoD AUs -Masterlist

I do not give anyone permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform, including AI.

Main Masterlist

Fae!AU

Drabbles

Fae!141 Scents

On-Going Series

The Hunter and The Prey - Fae!Ghost x The Hunter (Fem!Reader)

Of Dried Herbs and Sunlight - Fae!Soap x The Apothecary (Fem!Reader)

From In-Between the Lines - Fae!Price x The Writer (Fem!Reader)

Greek Mythology!AU

Other People's AUs Fan-Work

Until The End - Hades!Soap x Persephone!Reader (@charliemwrites)

Hybrid - Shifter!AU

Drabbles

With Love and Purrs - Cat Shifter!Nikto x GN!Reader

Squirrel Hybrid!Reader - 141 x GN!Reader

Monster!AU

Other People's AUs Fan-Work

Water and Wraiths - Ghost x Soap (@bluegiragi)

Random AUs

When Silence is No More - 2 - Astronauts!141 x Cosmic Horror!Reader

SCP!AU

On-Going Series

SCP-8077 - The Doll - Ft. MTF Alpha-141

Viking!AU

Other People's AUs Fan-Work

Among the Ice of Her Thoughts - Viking!Soap x Reader (@ghouljams)

[candyyyuma]

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> My_name_is_Candy

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REQUESTS/ASKS

What I WILL write:

Fem!Reader

GN!Reader

AFAB!reader

Yandere/toxic

Smut/Suggestive

Noncon, dubcon

Slight angst

Fluff

Headcannons, scenarios, and Alphabets

What I WON'T write:

P3d0ph1ll1a

1nc3st

Extreme gore/angst

Masc!Reader

AMAB!Reader

Foot fetish, fat fetish, scat and pee, Inflation fetish, most fetishes (sorry guys)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

♡AI boyfriends♡

AM (From "IHNMAIMS')

P03 (From "Inscryption")

Scp-079 (From the SCP Foundation)

Wheatley (From "Portal 2")

K1B0 (From "Danganronpa V3")

VY2 Yuma (VOCALOID)

KAITO (VOCALOID)

Kagamine Len (VOCALOID)

♡AI girlfriends♡

GlaDOS (From "Portal")

MEIKO (VOCALOID)

Megurine Luka (VOCALOID)

Kasane Teto (UTAU/SYNTH V)

♡Deranged monsters♡

Phen228 (the boiled one phenomenon)

Gabriel (Mandela Catalogue)

Room (Boisvert)

SCP-096 (The SCP foundation)

PLEASE feed into my Robot kink you guys 🙏

[fizzy-fuzz]

psssssst... Hey... YTR sneak peek... (not proofread)

(full work)

Log entry date: 3/7/2023

It's been a little over a month since 079 has been dropped off at my house, and things have been both okay, and not-so-okay at times.

079 has been... Argumentative and hostile, as you guys warned. he's quick to anger, and even quicker to just straight up ignore me completely. Confronting him on this only seems to upset him further, which, fair enough; I'm not entitled to his time or feelings, but I wish he'd be a bit more reasonable.

The few decent conversations we have had are typically about something creative, such as art or music. He seems to enjoy watching things that aren't so analytical, strangely enough given his personality.

On a few occasions now, I've caught him watching people on the TV paint or draw early in the morning. despite his insistence that he doesn't want, or need entertainment. he seems to enjoy it the same as the rest of us.

It was mentioned in the paperwork that I signed before I got him that you weren't entirely sure how much he actually felt emotionally. It said that the people who "interviewed" him stated that he hardly ever showed things such as joy, sadness, or fear. However I've come to realize that's not the case for him.

I know he feels joy, because as I said before he often indulges in tv or music. People don't just do that for no reason, the only thing he could possibly be getting out of that is enjoyment.

And I know he can feel sad, because first day dealing with him he expressed what I would call 'sadness' over being referred to as 'it'.

Similar to sadness, I know he feels fear because my second day here i accidently left him outside after an argument, and it began raining on him for a short period of time. He was fine, but clearly distressed.

I've also been finding ways to understand how he's feeling without him directly telling me. since he's not very talkative at times, and a unchanging screen isn't a very good tell for emotions. I've noticed when he's thinking hard about something his fans and hardware become quieter, and when he's upset they get louder significantly.

He also made a weird... screaming noice? He did it briefly when I left him outside... It sounded like a mix between static and radio feedback, and when I got closer to dry him off his hardware almost sounded like it was stuttering? if that makes sense? Almost like a person panting from anxiety.

Back on to the topic of his personality, I've noticed he's very aware of his surroundings. I've only ever caught him off guard if he's watching something he's interested in

he's very observant too. I suppose it makes sense, what else is he supposed to do? But he always seems particularly pleased with himself when he's able to point out a habit in something, or even me sometimes.

Now... Onto the more important information; his views on humanity.

Well... Nothing's changed as far as I can tell. Still hates me, still hates humanity.

I've tried talking to him about it, and his response is always the same 'humanity is a virus', this usually then falls into a rant about how destructive we are.

To be fair, he isn't technically wrong... Humans are pretty destructive. But he seems to lump all humans into one category, regardless of how they treat him. I've been trying my best to be as inviting as possible, but he remains unshakable.

But hey, I've got quite a few more months to change his mind.