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galcreativgalaxies · 4 years ago

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I'M DOING X READERS NOW AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME

( SCP-049 × Reader)

You, Y/N L/N, had worked for the Foundation for six straight years. You always knew what to expect, and to expect the unexpected. You'd been in several containment breaches, in the presence of several dangerous anomalies, and survived an encounter with the infamous SCP-682.

You were tough, an individual toughened by experience. Even though some people have been in the Foundation longer than you have, most of them don't compare to you. You were hard to knock down, and even harder to take down.

In conclusion, you were predictable to be unpredictable. No one knew what you were going to do. No one knew what you were thinking. And no one knew what went on in your mind anytime.

Right now, you were walking to the chambers of another infamous SCP. Who was this, you may ask? Well, the delusional plague doctor himself, SCP-049. The entity that can kill with a single touch. The entity that performs surgery on its victims and rises them up from the dead, claiming to have 'cured' them.

Two armed guards stayed by your side, another scientist following behind you in a polite manner. After a few more minutes of walking, your little group arrived at 049's interview chamber. Your fellow scientist, a man of a higher clearance, slipped his key card in as the door slid open. He looked at you with a serious gaze as you all stepped in.

"Dr. L/N. The rules are simple. Interview SCP-049 with the questions written on the clipboard. Do not-"

"-go off topic, do not make them too satisfied, get the answers and nothing more. I know."

You waved him off, gripping the clipboard and pen in your hands. Your eyes landed on the room in front of you, the glass separating you from the entity. They were chained and handcuffed to a seat on the table, a chair opposite to them empty and obviously for you.

The door opened and you took a deep breath, taking swift steps and walking in as the doors closed. You were now trapped with the Plague Doctor. Giving a deep sigh, you made your way to the table and sat down. 049 followed your every movement with bored eyes.

"Greetings. You are... new."

You gave a scoff, placing the clipboard down on the table and tapping your pen on it. "Oh, doc, I'm anything but new."

049 was taken aback. Almost everyone that interviewed them stayed polite with their greetings, yet there you were, talking like you would with a close friend. In your head, this was just another job to get another pay raise.

"I suppose. What is your name?"

"Y/N L/N. I don't have doubts we'll see each other again, since I'm one of the more experienced ones. They won't just send anyone in here with you." You waved your hand in a bored manner, eyes lidded and staring right at 049. They were staring back.

"Ah. Well I do not doubt it either. You are clean of the pestilence." Here comes the part where they ask what it is.

"Cool. I've heard of it. Is it like, your interpretation of sin? Selfishness? Anything like that? Because if that's the case, I am anything but clean. And new."

The plague doctor was about to retort, yet the speaker in the room blared to life and revealed the voice of the other scientist.

"Dr. L/N, please stay professional."

You waved them off with your hand yet again. It was a habit of yours, since you worked here without a care for anyone else. You'd grown cold.

"Yeah, yeah. 049. I'd still want you to answer my question, but we're gonna have to do what they say."

"Of course."

049's metallic voice was starting to get normal. Ever since you worked with 035, a possessive mask with a probably demonic voice, and many others, this one's just normal, and... smooth.

"What is your goal?"

"Why, to cure the world of the pestilence. That is my purpose. I am the cure."

"Alriiiiight.... Can you still answer my question earlier?"

"The pestilence is the disease. The worst disease in humanity. It infects you all, it will kill you off. I am the cure."

You remained silent. 049 let out a metallic sigh, bowing their head. You tapped your pen on the clipboard, writing down their answers on the document.

"Okay. Moving on. What is your real name, or do you not have one at all?"

"Oh, I used to. Yet it has been so long, I cannot remember. You all call me 049."

They looked at you with their blue eyes, piercing through their mask. You remained unfazed, since you've had 682 stare you down with a much harder glare.

"Your touch. They say it kills people, but you say it cures people. How, exactly?"

"I do not kill. I cure. I put my patients in a permanent unconscious state of paralysis so I can perform surgery on them to cure them."

"Sounds like dead but with more words..." You muttered under your breath. 049 seemed to not bother correcting you anymore. This was common for the people that interviewed themm to say they killed people. You looked up at them, eyes bored.

"Alrighty. Now, where were we--"

A loud alarm cut you off. The lights blared red, and the sirens all too familiar to you sounded. "The site is experiencing multiple Keter level containment breaches. Full-site lockdown initiated."

"Ah."

The researcher with you and the two guards had bolted right out, leaving you locked with SCP-049. You looked at them, then out through the glass. You groaned and leaned back on your chair. Your gaze flicked to them, no, fuck it, him and to your clipboard. You started to doodle on the extra paper you had brought with the interview file.

He looked at you with curious eyes. Something about you interested him. Your bored gaze, your tough attitude, your go-with-the-flow personality. He'd seen people like you, yes, but none who'd actively just accept that they were with a dangerous person.

"Doctor L/N."

"What."

He blinked as you looked up at him. Your eyes were lidded, and the bags under your eyes seemed much more visible even under the red light. He then assumed you were just there and not trying to get out immediately since he was currently chained down. He can't blame you.

"Now that it's just the two of us, may I ask you a few questions?"

"Sure."

You were quick to retort. He was even more curious now.

"Why are you here?"

"Here as in here in this room with you or here in the Foundation? For the first question, because I really can't go anywhere, and the second, it's personal."

You continued to absentmindedly doodle on the paper. He tapped his fingers in the table, providing at least some other noise that isn't the annoying siren. Other people would probably be scared that they were with a Euclid level anomaly, or that some Keter level something else would walk in and kill them instead.

You knew better. None of the other Keter class entities, save for 035, has an interest in 049. He'd be the last person they'd go to, so you were probably safe as long as you're in the room with him. He didn't mind the company, too. Almost no one would stay behind with him.

So you were both locked in a room, with no one but yourselves. He'd talk a bit, asking questions, and you'd answer back in a grunt as you doodled. This continued on for majority of the breach.

"Dr. L/N, you might be aware, it might be 682 that has been released. They might destroy the facility."

"First, I'm not gonna ask how you know that. And anyways, I'm just a cog in a machine. I'm easily replaceable. We die together then."

He liked you.

And when you were escorted out of the chamber after the breach and him back to his cell, that was when he realized.

You might be a cog to the Foundation.

But you were a gem in a pile of rocks.

{aHa}

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