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Multifandom | 19 year old | Dutch | had an old account I accidentally deleted lol | AUDHD so focusing on one fandom is hard | Trying to make games

[blackmoonowl]

𝕺𝖜𝖑𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙

hi yes i lost my account.

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[mawofthemagnetar]

What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

[blackmoonowl]

Does this mean dark deception fics are back, mama owl???

Yuh

[blackmoonowl]

can the master of the gold watchers awaken and bring us another oneshot

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Gold watchers (Dark Deception) x reader

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: *cracks knuckles* yeah, sure. This fandom is dead so like a deadbeat dad I return

You had barely escaped the other two trials unscathed. Staring into the strange face of a man depicted on the portal ahead, a sinking feeling overtook your gut. The chill crept into your clothes as you found yourself among a beautiful garden at night. A cold chill crept up your spine as you peered at the fountain ahead. Behind it stood a golden gate. Still woozy from your teleporting, you pushed ahead, walking around the tranquil water.

"Keep your eyes open love, the statues in this place are awfully lifelike."

Bierce's warning caused you to grimace. Passing the stairs, you walked past a giant gold statue of a man. You noted the empty eye sockets and the grin on its face. It saluted the way you had come, a sign stood before it.

"Beyond these gates, judgement awaits."

You pushed the gates open. A long path led ahead, messages written all over the walls. They warned you to 'never look away'.

'Always watching.'

Your heart was in your throat as you pushed the second gate open. A large field with differing paths laid ahead of you. Torches lit up your way to another statue. It was saluting you with the same grin.

"I wonder who does the landscaping here, very impressive."

You ignored Bierce's comment as you cautiously approached the statue. You looked up at it for a second, a strange feeling overtaking you. That sensation of feeling watched creeped you out. Deciding to quickly move on, you brushed past it. You could have sworn something heavy and cold brushed over your head, a muffled masculine chuckle accompanying it. You dashed forward with a shriek, whipping around to look at it. It was now facing you, still saluting. Every sense in you screamed at you to run back into that portal, back to Bierce and her snide remarks.

You pushed your way onto another gate surrounded by a thick hedge. You glanced back at the statue, it now having moved to face you correctly again, still in that same pose. Its gleeful expression made you weak in the knees.

'You paid no heed, now you shall bleed.'

With that eerie message hanging on the wall, you stepped into the maze. The gates slammed shut behind you as a maniacal laugh sounded through the air. You began to move, barely avoiding a spike trap.

"Watch your step, it's hard to run with a gaping hole in your foot!"

You clutched the tablet in your hands as you dashed past a corner. Immediately the sound of shuffling footsteps sounded all around you.

"In case you were wondering, yes those footsteps are getting louder!"

You whipped around to see one of those decadently dressed statues, legs crossed, pretending to think as it stared off into nothing. It was frozen as you kept your eyes upon it. As soon as you made it to another corner, you bolted again. It took you everything not to bash headfirst into a statue brandishing an axe.

You nearly stumbled over another trap, using your speeding ability to put distance between you and it. Deep, rich laughter filled the maze one one side, another direction cackling like a madman. You backed yourself into a corner, catching your breath. One of the statues groaned in your ear from behind, ice cold breath hitting your neck. You snapped around to see it towering over you, hands outstretched as if trying to grab you. You heard two separate footsteps approaching the way out. Two other statues were now closing in. One still held the axe, the other one standing still with its hands by its side. As soon as you had taken the eyes off of the statue behind you, you felt an ice cold hand placed on the back of your neck. In a split second reaction, you stunned them. You couldn't move, your neck held firm. Teleporting out of their grip, you ignored their pained stances.

"Would you look at that, I think they fancy you," Bierce's voice rang from the tablet as you heard the mocking noises from the statues all around you. You had counted four living ones, stood apart from the fake statues standing by some of the walls. Once you grabbed the final shard, you heard Bierce yell at you to get into the manor.

You tried to move, only to find yourself stuck. A gold watcher had knelt down slightly, clutching a fistful of your clothing. You couldn't free yourself, and the statue made no further moves as you stared at it. Out of desperation, you tore the piece off of your shirt or dress. You heard the statue snicker as you bolted out of the maze, towards the manor itself.

"Oh how nostalgic," Bierce sounded, her voice dreamy as you ascended the stairs. "I used to have a manor like this… much bigger of course."

You rolled your eyes, pushing the doors open.

'He who has the gold, makes the rules.'

You stood in a vast ballroom. The floor was shining, and there was gold adorning the ceiling and walls. The ring altar stood in front of your nose, locked of course. The manor was beautiful, but you barely noticed as you ran through the halls. Dodging swinging pendulums, you barely dodged an axe to the head, bolting in another direction. The statue you just escaped had two axes now, mouth open far wider than any human should be capable of.

Then again, that was no man. Not anymore.

You turned a corner to see one of the statues, greedily clutching the piece of fabric you tore off in its hand. It was strange, but you made no further note of it. You stumbled around, dodging the statues as the they got faster and faster all around you. They seemed very aware, trying to split off and surround you. You wondered what remained of their humanity. You dreaded ever ending up like them at all.

'Peasants shall serve.'

Their gleeful laughter haunted you as you tried to keep yourself out of their grasp. The Gold watcher with the axe seemed the most enthusiastic, followed by the one striking contemplative poses whenever you caught it. The statue with the scrap of fabric was also not letting up. You knew there was a fourth, but you always saw it slightly further behind on the maps.

The statues herded you into a room that looked like a lounging area. There were four doorways, but all four were blocked by one of them.

One stood idly with the scrap of your garment.

One pretended to be thinking.

One held its axe, grinning at you.

The last one had its hand up, as if waving at you. You couldn't look at all of them at the same time. As soon as you stared at one, the other crept closer. You pulled the tablet in front of your face to try and teleport, but a large, gold hand clasped around it when you were glancing at the one with the axe. You couldn't get it out of its hands. The other three statues, other than the one with the axe were now uncomfortably close to you. The tablet was taken from you, and a pair of ice cold hands covered your face. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes as you heard the other statues move. You waited for the one with the axe to strike you, beheading you like Marie Antoinette.

"No."

You hadn't heard any of vocalizations other than snickering or grunting, so the husky voice caught you off guard.

"What?"

"We keep this one."

You hadn't been able to hear it before, but there were slight differences in their voices. The one protesting had a smoother voice compared to the rough one of the other.

"Malak will never let us."

"This one is no threat."

Your trembling hands came up to touch the gold hands covering your face. The statue holding you hostage hadn't spoken yet, but you were at least grateful it wasn't crushing your skull.

"What purpose do you have with this mortal?"

"I have not seen a face this precious in so long…"

You felt the ice cold presence of the statue approaching you. There was a moment of silence before the statue behind you finally spoke.

"I concur."

You had no idea where the fourth one had gone, but it did not matter. It probably took off with your tablet for all you know, cutting you off from Bierce. You felt a pair of hands hook under your knees.

"Release her at once, Emory."

You felt the hands come off your face, and you were lifted into the air as another arm supported your shoulders. Your first instinct was to open your eyes. The smooth voice spoke, and you caught a hint of a West European accent.

"I would advise against that. You would not get far."

You felt the the statue carrying you, footsteps sounding behind the two of you.

"How will you intend to keep it, Cornelis?" It was the rough sounding voice you had heard earlier. "The peasant has served its purpose, allow me to behead it."

"You may behead the next one, Nicholas, I intend to keep this one for myself," The statue you assumed was Cornelis said.

"The gold alone has become tiring."

[starlit-roses-ships]

(me, experiencing the horrors): my f/o would never treat me this way

[blackmoonowl]

WW, I'm happy there was a lil bit more of Thalas, I lk fell in love of the scenario. I'm out here eating any crumble I find

My requests are always open :]

[blackmoonowl]

your opinion on online friends?

I actually enjoy making online friends and I'm open to making new ones! I don't really have many games and fandoms in common with my friends so I think it's fun.

I don't really allow direct messaging because I don't wanna be spammed by bots and I have gotten death threats for... writing fanfiction on fictional characters.

Best way to reach me is to either join my graveyard of a discord server (which is linked in my masterpost), or to comment under a post. To avoid bots I'm giving you all the code phrase 'cocoa beans' to lemme know you're real.

I'd like making friends that are in fandoms I like and I also have nothing against befriending yumeshippers and the like. All I ask is that you don't get overly attached to me and act parasocial because to my shock that has happened quite often, where people tried to pressure me to produce more content that they personally like and getting mad at me when I did anything else. If you do that I will sadly have to block you. I'm also sometimes a bit slow with replying due to college.

I'm not really into befriending minors, I prefer people close in age range to me. (late teens and those in their twenties).

[blackmoonowl]

r u looking for any specific fandom requests

I'd like more SCP and mythological creature requests!

[blackmoonowl]

Howdy howdy! Can we know more about Thalass plz (O ~ O) ? I really liked the Aquatic Caregiver fic!!

(P.s Never forget you’re awesome!)

yes!!

Thalass facts (And some Merman lore I made up)

𓅓 He has long, wavy black hair, webbed fingers and a large blue tail. His teeth are also a bit sharp. His skin tone is rather pale.

𓅓 Thalass is curious to humans and a bit of a show off.

𓅓 Sirens and merfolk are different creatures in my lore! Sirens are a bit more human-looking and like to lure them to their deaths. Merfolk are water humans and protectors of the sea.

𓅓 Merfolk used to be more powerful and wield magic but humanity drove them deeper and they became a bit more animalistic.

𓅓 Despite this they CAN relearn these issues.

𓅓 They have a diet of primarily fish.

𓅓 They are actually much smarter than humans, especially if allowed to remember their past.

𓅓 They have one life partner so good luck getting rid of one if they get in your pants.

𓅓 They can draw power from the other side, yet can no longer reach it.

𓅓 Large numbers of their populations taken out by humanity. Therefore most merfolk hate and fear humans, since the power balance between the two species shifted.

[narratedentertainer]

Warden design for Hora Aurea: Matthew

Oc belongs to: @blackmoonowl

I love him so much :33

[blackmoonowl]

𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

ꨄ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: SCP 049 x reader

ꨄ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: After running from your pursuer, you manage to find yourself with a new companion.

ꨄ 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: Masterpost

ꨄ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2754

It took a minute before you regained your composure enough to continue on your path.

The headache hadn't lessened any, and your throat had become completely dry. You didn't go back into that room, your head spinning when you considered it. Instead, you began to backtracking, moving through rooms you had already been in. A sense of unease washed over you once you looked through the other doorway. The outside of SCP-205's containment chamber hadn't changed. The door you had sealed SCP-049 behind was still shut.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you approached it. Your remained silent when you stepped in front of it to listen. There was little movement heard inside. You heard some slight rummaging, and assumed it was trying to find a way out. You debated trying to speak to it, desperate for some comfort in the weird situation you found yourself in, to have someone to speak to. But you decided against it. You stepped away, turning on your heel to find your way out again.

"I can hear you," the voice of the anomaly sounded behind the door. You paused briefly, glancing over your shoulder.

"I will not give up on you this easily."

"I'd rather you did."

No reply came in return, and you went on your way. You backtracked a little, seeing the open doors you had been through before. You closed them, hoping to avoid SCP-173. You moved through familiar terrain until you once more entered a few rooms you assumed you hadn't seen before, though you couldn't quite tell as they all looked the same.

Some doors were locked completely, not allowing you to pass through. You wound up in a four-way room. There was a desk behind a window. A poster hung on the wall next to it. It was a human falling backwards from a trash can, a stag sticking halfway out of it.

'Report any anomalies.'

You blankly looked at the text before taking in your surroundings. You had moved your character through here before you replaced him. To your right was the room leading to SCP-173's containment cell. A dead D-class was propped up against the wall, face half decayed. You opened through the one door you had not gone through. You stopped in front of the door as you heard commotion behind it. It were footsteps. You took a deep breath, pushing the button to open the door before immediately jumping out of sight.

"H…hello?"

A nervous male voice called out, shaking as he got out the words. There was a moment of silence as you contemplated getting into view.

"If… if you're human, we can work together." A few slow steps walked closed to the door you had just opened. When you didn't reply, he spoke again. "Please, I'm so fucking scared."

Slowly, you came into view. It was a man in a full guard uniform. He raised his gun immediately, and you raised your hands. The man was shaking like a leaf, and you doubted you looked much better for wear.

"How the hell are you still alive?" His voice cracked midway through that sentence as he stepped back from the elevator that was opened next to him.

"I got lucky," you grimly muttered in reply, your hands still up. The guard slowly nodded, the shaking in his body decreasing slightly.

"You know, protocol says I should kill you on sight."

"Will you?"

The guard took a moment to decide, slowly approaching you, still aiming at your face. After looking you up and down, and looking over your shoulder, he lowered the gun.

"No, we're better off working together," he replied as he looked at your designation. You couldn't gauge his expression as his face was hidden behind the helmet's visor.

"D-9341…" he mumbled as he looked at your ill fitting jumpsuit. He raised his head slightly to look at you. "Did… did I not escort that guy to 173?"

"He died," you quickly lied. You doubted trying to tell him the whole story was gonna go over well. "My own jumpsuit got ripped so I took his."

"Yeah… I didn't really expect he'd make it that far." The young man sighed, his shoulders slouching a bit. He glanced behind him before looking at you.

"So what do you know?"

"What I know?"

"Yeah, about the other anomalies, most of them seemingly already broke out." He nodded his head to the direction you came in. "Did you encounter anything?"

"The plague doctor," you simply replied, trying to tuck your hands in the pockets of your jumpsuit, only to realize there weren't any. You awkwardly placed your hands on your hips instead, keycard still in hand.

"How did it get here from heavy containment so fast?" he wondered, likely more to himself than to you.

"Dunno, I managed to lock it in the shadow lamp's containment chamber." He seemed a bit more at ease at that information.

"Good, one less thing for us to worry about." The guard nudged you into motion, gesturing for you to turn around. "Come on, we're sitting ducks out here."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you entered the room you had just come from. The guard looked at another poster , this one taped to the glass window.

'Don't forget,'

'Today is pizza day!'

"He was right," the guard muttered solemnly as he stood in front of the poster. He let out a humorless chuckle. "Could've sworn it was tuna casserole."

"Have you been working here long?" you asked him, clinging to the one somewhat human connection you had in here.

"Uh… no, not really." The guard turned his head to look at you. "It was my first month here, I mainly escorted researchers and D-class."

He nervously tapped the ground with his foot as you nodded, some awkward silence settled over the two of you before he spoke again.

"So uh… how long have you been working here?"

You deadpanned at him.

"Right… sorry." He cleared his throat as he gestured for you to get a move on again. You felt a bit more at ease, the footfalls of another human being comforting you. He glanced at you. "So… what did you do, y'know, to wind up here."

"I looked a bit too deep into something," that wasn't a complete lie. The guard took a moment of silence, his gun hanging loosely by his side now.

"What does that mean?"

You two didn't get the chance to banter further as the sounding of scraping filled your ears. You looked up from him just in time to see SCP-173 inches from the guards neck. The man froze, shoulders tensed.

"Got my eyes on it, move," you hissed. That's all the guard needed to hear as he stepped forward before whipping around. The two of you began backing away.

"Blinking…" you muttered, your eyes starting to burn from staring at the statue. The guard nodded.

"Acknowledged."

You blinked a few times, rubbing them before locking your eyes on the statue again. The guard spoke up next.

"Blinking."

"Gotcha."

You moved through the door behind you, the guard following after. He shut the door before turning around to face you.

"We gotta move."

You didn't need to be told twice. You moved through the hall, the guard in tow. Once you got a few rooms between you and the guard, the both of you caught your breath.

"We should head to the evacuation shelter," he said, leaning against a wall. "At the very least there should be other people there, even if it isn't entirely safe."

"With that decaying corpse walking through the walls, I doubt anywhere is safe," you replied bitterly. He sighed.

"I'm not sure what else to do, I mean we could try holding out here, but I doubt we will get far."

"We should try leaving the facility." He looked at the ceiling, contemplating your response. His fingers tapped the side of his rifle as he thought.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he admitted as he pushed off the wall. "I don't really know how we're gonna achieve that, this place is a damn maze."

"But what choice do we really have?"

"None." With that simple reply, the guard steeled his nerves. "We got no choice, we should try to escape to the best of our ability."

"I lifted the lockdown to the heavy containment zone, we should be able get through," you explained. The guard tilted his head slightly.

"How did you even pull that off?"

He sighed, clicking his tongue as he gathered himself.

"Doesn't matter right now, let's go."

You complied, walking beside the guard. It felt a lot safer now, and a lot more real. With the added assurance of a companion, you delved a bit deeper into your thoughts. That headache had begun to fade a little, allowing you to think more clearly.

The guard seemed just as lost as you were. It wasn't uncommon for him to signal for the both of you to turn around.

"I think we've been here before," you mumbled as that familiar poster of the stag coming out of the trashcan came into view.

"We went in a damn circle," the agent grunted as he slouched his shoulders. You placed your hands on them, gently shaking them.

"Hey come on, we haven't died yet, we're gonna be okay." To your surprise, he didn't try to to move out of your grasp.

"Yeah, you're right… I'm just scared is all." He let out a weak chuckle. "You heard about these kinds of situations from older personnel a lot, you just never expect it to happen to you."

"I can imagine," you replied as you released him. You really needed him to pull it together if you wanted to get out.

"What's your name?" That seemed to catch him off guard. He seemed to study you, eyes vaguely visible behind the visor.

"Carter… agent Carter."

You smiled, gently smacking his right upper arm.

"We'll get out of this Carter, together."

"You're more put together than I am," Carter replied as he gripped his gun firmer, rolling his shoulders as he stood fully upright again. "Kinda impressive for a D-class."

"I'm just as scared as you are," you admitted as you glanced around the dark surroundings, shifting on your feet. "I don't know, I guess the reality hasn't fully set in yet."

"Can't really blame you," Carter mumbled as he gained the willpower to step forward again, his heavy boots sounding against the metal floor. "I can't imagine how rough it must have been for you, being a test subject and all."

"You get used to it," you vaguely responded. Carter seemed to accept that answer, leading you through another open door you had been through multiple times. As the two of you went into a hallway, he paused.

"What the…"

You came to a halt next to him, looking into the doorway he was staring at. It looked like an endless loops of hallways. You remembered this place, having moved your character through here absentmindedly.

"Infinite hallway," you stated the obvious. Carter hummed uncomfortably, shutting the door. He seemed a bit more at ease after.

"This entire facility is a death trap, I don't know who approved of this."

Finally, the two of you reached another set of doors leading to heavy containment. Carter watched as you slid your keycard into the reader, the doors opening. The both of you wasted no time stepping through, met with another door. This one led to a chamber of the heavy containment zone. You bit back a sigh of relief, not wanting to cheer too early. An elevator to the left led to SCP-409's containment cell. In front of you stood another door. Carter walked towards it while your eyes remained on the elevator. You could hear a few beeps coming from Carter's position until you heard him curse.

"Something wrong?" you questioned as you went over to him. He nodded solemnly, sharply inhaling.

"We can't open this door, it requires some sort of DNA sequence." You looked at the small blue light replacing the usual door button.

"Maybe we could try the elevator," you suggested. Carter looked over at it before slowly getting into motion. He seemed to read the sign for a bit.

"I don't know what this SCP is," he admitted quietly. You joined his side, pursing your lips. "If it's down an elevator it's usually not a good sign."

"How so?"

"Dunno, that's what Ulgrin said."

He caught the questioning look you gave him before facing the elevator again.

"He uh, he was my superior."

"Was?"

"Not sure what happened to him."

There was a moment of silence before Carter hesitantly stepped into the elevator. You followed suit, pressing the button to go down. The entire ride was filled with silence. When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Carter was the first to exit. He had his gun drawn as he surveyed the area.

"I can't see a thing in here, did the breach shut off the lights or something?"

The two of you now stood in a hallway. The signs hung next to each other. One pointed left, reading 'maintenance' . The other pointed right and read 'SCP-409'.

"We should try heading left, don't think anything good comes from waltzing into a containment chamber," you said as you glanced at the door to your right.

"Yeah, that's fine by me." Carter kept his eyes on the containment chamber as you headed towards the door leading to the maintenance tunnels. You slid in the keycard.

Nothing.

You tried again but there was no response. You gritted your teeth, frustration welling up. Every single time you thought you found a way forward, it was blocked off from you.

"Either my cards clearance isn't high enough, or this thing is busted." Carter turned around immediately after you were done speaking.

"Please tell me you're joking," he muttered as he walked over. He pulled out a keycard of his own. Your eyes slowly moved to look at it. The orange color of the level two keycard contrasted with the darkness of the hall.

"Don't think that's going to work, I got clearance level three," you grumbled. Carter looked at the card you had been holding this entire time.

"Where'd you even get that?" he questioned, the suspicion leaking through his voice. You tensed slightly at the slight shift in the atmosphere.

"I got my hands on a level zero keycard, opened a room with a level one keycard, used it to open a room that had a level two keycard."

"And then?"

"I put it through 914."

"I can't really imagine anyone just leaving their keycards behind in situations like this," he said, the suspicion fading away into a solemn tone.

"Probably weren't alive long enough to take it with them."

Carter flipped his visor up, and it was the first time you could see his eyes. He was pale, you being unable to fully make out his eye color due to the low lighting. The rest of his face was covered by a black balaclava. He rubbed his eyes with his gloved hand.

"I guess so," he admitted, brows slightly furrowed. You could see the red circles underneath his eyes, and you felt a pang of pity.

"You think they'll send someone soon?"

"If they do, I hope I don't wind up with a bullet hole between my eyes." Your reply caused him to cast his eyes downward. You walked past him, ready to head towards the elevator again.

"Maybe I can help."

You paused in your footsteps. Carter was now looking at you, a determined glint in his eyes as he caught up with you.

"Y'know, convince them not to." You mulled the idea over in your head. You had been banking on the idea that the foundation would know something was up. A D-class suddenly completely changing in identity was anything but normal. It was nice to have a back up, though.

"You think you could do that?"

"It's worth a shot, we'd have to get out of here first though."

You gained a little more hope as you stepped back into the elevator to go back up. Carter had flipped his visor back down at this point, obscuring his face once more. After the elevator doors opened back up, the two of you were back at square one.

"So," you began. "Where to next?"

[sirenat-t]

Something Scandalous - Maurits De Lorijn x Fem! Reader (16+)

Alright ladies and gents, my first Maurits fic after simping for nearly half a decade. I added a good level of spice to this, so I marked it as 16+. This may be OOC for Maurits, but the demons in my soul needed to be released, so this fic is my catharsis.

I have also released this on my Wattpad, so check it out there if you want as well!

Warnings: Quite a suggestive fic, definitely lime territory. Top reader & bottom Maurits (the way the universe intended). Transactional relationship (at the start)

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It's been a handful of months since the deal was struck.

You kneel on Maurits' bed, the young man between your legs with a hot blush in full bloom across his pale cheeks. His trademark sassy scowl is splayed across his face, but the flustered knit of his eyebrows betray him.

His decorated, emerald green coat is left hanging from his velvety chair. Your fingers are kept busy by unbuttoning his pristine white undershirt.

"W-What on earth do you think you're doing!?"

Maurits' voice tries to be commanding but it comes across as more whiny than anything else. You've found yourself enamoured with that tone of his, finding the charm underneath that snappy and fussy exterior.

"You just look a little warm." You say with a feigned innocent smile.

It's times like these, when you're in control and he's left to your playful whims, he is reminded of the day he signed himself up for it.

~ 6 & 1/2 Months Ago ~

"I beg your pardon?" He said with his arms crossed, bewildered.

You sat across from him at the common room table. Not another soul is around. The halls are silent. Only the small clicks of your nails lightly tapping on the table can be heard. Your gaze is dead serious.

"I'll be your servant, maid, whatever you want, every day. I'll fetch whatever you want and do whatever it is you want me to do. But, every seventh night, you dedicate yourself to me."

It was a scandalous arrangement, having a secret relationship with someone who's supposed to be beneath you. Maurits' heart pounded within his chest as he took in your expression. You truly meant it.

"This is completely unprecedented. You do realize, I could have you thrown out for merely suggesting such a thing!"

He couldn't do much to cover the growing flush across his skin other than be snappy. It isn't very effective when that's something you like about him.

"And miss your chance?"

In a second, his lips slam shut. You pipe up, regaining control over the conversation.

"You could have the human wrapped around your finger, flaunted off to your 'fellow men'. Imagine how jealous the others would be, knowing you're the one they take orders from."

Ah, Maurits' soft spot: gaining power. Anything is fair game if it means he can up his status. He is absolutely no stranger to playing dirty. Petty tactics are not something he's above if it means some sort of personal justice or upperhand. He must admit, the idea of flaunting you around as his own little servant is rather enticing. It's the strings that come attached that he's worried about.

"I- I cannot be seen with a woman over top of me. That is..."

"Unfathomable? 'Not masculine enough'?" You complete his sentence for him.

You're exactly right. If he was caught in his chambers bowing to a woman!? Surely, he could never show his face again. Are the risks really worth the benefits? His thoughts are once again interrupted by your voice.

"That's nonsense. Everyone is capable of giving and receiving pleasure. Why do you have to cut yourself off because of others expectations?"

Your question chips at the foundation of what he knows.

'To be masculine is to be strong, in control, the leader...right?'

"Because...because...it's not natural!"

"Not natural?" You question.

You lean forward, inching your gaze closer to the man you desire. He looks back at you with an expression filled with so many questions and thoughts, you couldn't begin to sort them all out.

"It's not natural to feel? If anything is unnatural, it's the concept of what it means to be a 'man' or a 'woman'. Can we not accept ourselves as a whole person capable of both?"

"Both?" He looks at you, puzzled.

"Yes, both. I know for a fact I want to care for you the way a man would care for his lady. I want to give to you, and I would love to see you receive, if you'll allow me the chance."

He's left speechless. His face as red as a cherry. Never in his life (or afterlife) has he been confronted by a woman so bold. It's rattling, yet entrancing. Maurits stays silent for a while. He runs through the deal in his head a few times. Power and prestige, but he must leave that behind his closed chamber doors one night a week.

"Only every seventh night?" He looks at you with skepticism.

"Yes. And, if you find it's not a good arrangement, we can stop."

Maurits was never one to take chances, but this...oh, how dangerous it is. It's like walking closer and closer to a cliffs edge. You know you're going to fall off, but you want to see the entirety of what it has to offer. He brings his gaze up to yours once more, his eyes narrowing as he nods.

"Fine. But, you will get nothing else from me, and you must yield to my every demand!"

A smile plays across your lips, you don't even blink at his words. It sends a shiver to the core of his heart.

"Of course. Whatever you want, Sir De Lorijn."

Good heavens, what did he get himself into?

~ Present ~

Your hands gently work over his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heart pumping faster from your touch. His breath comes out hot and heavy and his golden blonde hair lays ruffled on the pillow beneath his head. He looks like an angel. Even after all this time, he's so bashful. It's adorable. As your hand rests over his heart, he turns away from you, unable to meet your impish gaze.

"Oh, what has you so flustered tonight?"

He squirms a bit under the touch of your fingers.

"It's- nothing. Please...continue."

His chest rises and falls beneath your palm, but the tenseness of his expression makes you worry. Your hands cease their roaming, stopping to feel his heartbeat. It seems to speed up the longer you linger there.

"Is there something you're not telling me? You know if you don't like it, we can stop."

"No, I said it's nothing."

He was always so stubborn. Cracking open his shell is usually something fun for both of you, but this time it feels more like a brick wall than a measly shell.

"Can you look me in the eyes and say that?"

"Oh, cease your games."

"Maurits."

His name spoken strictly from your lips gets his eyes to snap to attention. Your voice is still gentle, but it's firm.

"Look at me, please."

He can't do it. He feels ashamed of himself for not being able to bring his head up towards yours. There's a hollow lump in his throat that refuses to be swallowed.

"I want to see your pretty green eyes."

Your compliments always made him weak. Every time you complimented his physique, his hair, his voice, anything, he soaked it up selfishly. That selfish desire leads him to look over and show you his face, half-lidded green eyes included.

"There they are. Just gorgeous."

A trembling sigh escapes from his throat, a noise he's come to let slip out since he entered this dynamic with you.

"What's troubling you, love?"

He can't lock himself away. Not anymore.

"You-"

He takes a breath. It's shaky. So many thoughts buzz through head. His thoughts were already jumbled before, so sorting them out now only becomes harder. It takes a handful of moments for him to begin.

"I understand what we have. I've come to know our roles, intimately. I trust you understand I took this deal for the benefits to myself. One night of sacrifice for a week of power was well worth the initial...adjustments."

You sit and you listen, not daring to interrupt him.

"I told myself it was the same for you. Yet, every night we're together, it gets harder to tell myself that."

His hand goes up to grip your wrist, the hand that rests over his pounding heart. His chest is throbbing, you can feel it deeply.

"I cannot stand it when you have your hand on my heart. It feels as though you actually want it...but how could you?"

This moment silences you. Of course the relationship was built off transaction, that you could admit. It wasn't something you are proud of, yet you continued to partake in it. You learned quickly that nothing came for free in this manor, not when it came to its residents. Applying that logic to your romantic feelings only leads to troublesome situations like this. However, the one thing that was never transactional was your admiration and love for Maurits. Whether it was assisting him, waiting on him, or pleasing the ever-loving daylights out of him, you just liked him. You like him for all that he is.

"Maurits"

Your tone of voice softens. Now you're the one who sounds vulnerable.

"I can't deny our relationship is built off power. For that, I'm sorry. My thoughts have been changing over the months as well."

Upon hearing that, Maurits can feel a flash of cold worry run through his skin. Are you going to cut it off? Say it's over and leave? Abandon him, just like that? You continue,

"I don't want you here if it means this continues as is. I don't want to have us pay for one another."

For a second, it feels like it's done. You'll walk out the door and become a stranger, leaving him cold and alone. Those expectations, however, never come to be.

"I want you here because you see me the same way I see you. Maurits De Lorijn, from the day I met you, I've been enamoured by you. You're so wonderful and creative. You create and you don't realize how special it really is. I've always liked you, and I'm sorry this is the way I came to express it. In a place like this, it seems like there isn't space for love, but covering it up with exchanges only shuns it away more. I want to please you, do right by you, but I don't want it if it means keeping you here with power."

It's silence between the two of you. Everything is now finally out in the open. While the air feels tense, it also feels free.

"This is no jest?"

"No, never."

Maurits couldn't speak. It's been several lifetimes since he has felt truly, unconditionally wanted. He always had to work to be worthy. Yet, here you are, pouring your heart into his lap.

He couldn't deny his own feelings. As stubborn and pompous as he could be, he really does enjoy your presence. Your dedication to him is undeniable. At first, he thought it was a shallow farce, but there was no trick to it, no matter how long he waited. What was once a strict call-and-serve relationship turned into him asking you for your opinion on a piece or discussing his creative process with you. The more he talked to you, the more uncomfortable his workshop's usual silence became. Thus, he requested more things. More tea, more bolts of fabric. Not because he really needed it, but solely to have you around. Despite the increased demands he placed on you, never once have you slacked on your self-imposed duty to him. Every task he gave you, you did it with care and loyalty. You did it like you wanted to see him smile. He can finally start to believe that now.

"Well...if that's true then..."

He clears his throat,

"...I suppose I could do you the honours of courting you officially." He said with a small puff of his chest.

He did his best to regain his haughty exterior. You saw straight past it. Immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug and him and kiss his cheek. The two of you relish the feeling of the other, now free from the previous constraints.

After a few sweet moments, you come to realize that Maurits' pristine white undershirt still drapes over his arms. You pull back, holding the delicate fabric.

"May I remove this? It's beautiful, but I like the man underneath it much more."

Once more, his face erupts into a fiery blush. You smile brightly at the sight. He flusteredly mumbles something in Dutch off to the side, sitting up and slipping the piece of clothing off his arms.

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~ 2 Months Later ~

It's been decided. You and Maurits will be officially courting. No more conditions. You both did, however, settle on one thing that would remain.

"A-Ah-! Hah..."

"Sensitive?" You whisper.

You have your hands on his lower waist, and your lips to his throat. Your teeth had apparently hit a particular spot that caused the most delicious noise to leap from his mouth. You're sat upon him, using his hips and thighs as your own personal throne. His adam's apple bobs up and down as he struggles to find any words on his tongue. Ultimately, none come out.

You pick up right where you left off, teasing the delicate flesh of his neck with your mouth. Even if he bit his lip, there would be no way to hold back the waves of pathetic whines and groans that poured out of him, sweet and messy like honey.

You pull back after a few beautiful minutes of milking every sound out of your handsome boyfriend. His neck is now littered with blossoming, purple love marks. You feel satisfied knowing it's all your handiwork.

"You're so pretty, Maurits."

You trace your fingers over the fresh marks, causing his eyes to shut tight. The sensation is even more intense on tender skin. Your comment makes him shudder, his expression more pleading. His blush extends to his ears.

It doesn't matter how many times you take control, Maurits is always left surprised by what you have waiting for him behind his chamber doors. Every seventh night, what was once unthinkable, has become impossible to live without.

"Y-You are a devil..." He breathes out.

His comment makes you giggle. Your fingers trace light lines back and forth across his upper thighs. His skin is always soft. He always takes good care of himself in that regard. You're happy you could assist him in other departments of his well-being he was too stubborn to explore.

"You know that by now. Don't act surprised." You tease.

A small smile creeps up to his face. Your little quips mirror his own. He finds it quite cute in its own right.

"If you're going to drag me to hell, make sure I'm entertained on the way down."

You softly reach up to the left side of his head. Your hand entangles itself into his silky blonde hair, gently pulling at the strands and eliciting a lovely groan from the man beneath you.

"Whatever you want, Sir De Lorijn~"

By the end of the night, he couldn't tell if he was speaking English or Dutch anymore.

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Note: I NEED THAT MAN IMMEDIATELY. ON HIS KNEES. BEGGING. that's all.

[blackmoonowl]

What happens if the wardens somehow got teleported to the scp universe? Or the scp characters got teleported to the wardens universe? A wardens x scp crossover ahh question with reader being genz and knowing all ab them

That is going to be absolute carnage unfortunately.

[morningmightcomebyaccident]

Replied to a recent comment on a fic that I wrote years ago and then took the time to revisit previous comments and I say this with complete sincerity:

Leaving a comment on a fic provides compounding delight. Authors will love initially receiving a comment, will love later recalling this and that particular aspect of a comment, and they will love rereading comments and being reminded how readers enjoyed the work.

Comments are not a one-time act of kindness and consideration. They keep giving.

Thank you to those who take the time to give a nice word, describe an excited reaction, point out favorite parts, and generally let it be known that not only has the work been read but it had some effect. :)

[blackmoonowl]

pls leave comments on my fics it motivates me a lot when I see people cracking jokes

[blackmoonowl]

𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 - 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𓅓 Part one - Whirlwind

𓅓 Part two - Lucky, Lucky, Lucky

𓅓 Part three - Companionship

[blackmoonowl]

𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

ꨄ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: SCP 049 x reader

ꨄ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: After winding up in the game Containment Breach, you find yourself in the place of your D-class character. Attempting to flee the facility leads you to rather strange encounters. This was meant to be published tomorrow but I don't have a single patient bone in my body.

ꨄ 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: One

ꨄ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3000

The silence was deafening after your words echoed throughout the halls. You tried to get your bearings as you caught your breath. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach as you saw the sign for SCP-012's containment cell next to you. Taking a step away, you clutched your level three keycard in your hand.

Your mind was reeling, but you forced yourself to push on. Now wasn't the time to sit down and think about your situation. The facility had gone dark, and you had to squint to see ahead of you. The next hallway gave you pause. A small figure stood in the center of it, staring up at you. From a distance, it seemed like a small teddy bear.

"Nope," you muttered to yourself as you slammed the door button again, shutting the door. Turning on your heel, you began backtracking. Every sound caused you to jump. The sound of SCP-173 scraping in nearby halls, screaming of people and the occasional noises from the facility itself.

Your legs felt shaky as another door opened to a Tesla gate. As if on cue panicked woman rushed towards you from the other side of the hallway. Her arms outstretched to you, her mouth opening to yell. You couldn't do anything in time. The woman's foot stepped right on the trigger zone for the Tesla gate, electrocuting her right in front of you.

Pushing down the panic, you forced yourself to stare into the distance, hoping to catch whatever the now deceased woman was running from. Your body felt heavy when you saw a familiar figure sink back into the floor. A tentative step on the caution print on the floor, caused the gate to activate again. You winced as the woman's body jolted from the shock. After a quick glance over your shoulder, you stepped onto the trigger zone again. As soon as the electricity ceased, you jumped over. You rolled over the ground as the gate triggered right behind you.

With a slight grunt you pushed yourself back onto your feet. You didn't dare glance back as you pushed on. The next room had two doors aside from the one you had come through. A gurgling sound came from the ceiling as you passed through. Your eyes darted up as another black patch formed, dropping a decomposing body right in front of you. Covering your mouth to bite back a screech, you took a few steps back.

"God- fucking bastard," your breathy voice sounded. SCP-106 didn't respond, not that you really expected it to. You moved on auto pilot as your mind began to wander. You still couldn't understand what was happening to you, nor did you know if beating the 'game' would get you back behind your desk at home. The uncertainty made your heart hurt, and your stomach turned. After trying one of the doors, you came face to face with another set of blast doors. Your eyes glanced to the sign on the wall next to it.

'SCP-372'

You stood there for a moment, simply staring at it and weighing your options. Finally, you loosened the tight grip on your keycard to swipe it through the card reader. The heavy doors slid open, once more you prayed no one, or rather nothing, would hear the commotion. SCP-372's inner glass cell had already been opened. The cell seemed empty, not like you'd be able to tell. You grabbed the radio, fiddling around the different channels. The noise blared out of the small device, and you swore as you quickly turned it off. Silence washed over the underground labyrinth once more, and you snapped your head to look outside. You caught something in the corner of your eye, something moving just outside of your field of view.

It wasn't your biggest problem right now. You hung the radio on your slightly unzipped jumpsuit before you moved back out of the cell. Before you moved on, you checked your surroundings. Still no sign of that accursed statue.

After what felt like a few minutes, you wandered into a small decontamination station. You wandered into the narrow chamber, the doors sliding shut both in front, and behind you.

White gas came from the ceiling, burning your eyes. You squeezed them shut and tried your hardest not to breathe it in. Eventually, the doors slid back open as the gas ceased emerging.

"Decontamination complete."

You rubbed your eyes as you dragged yourself out, letting out a meek cough. It took a few blinks for your eyes to become less irritated. You considered yourself lucky there was no scraping nearby. The next hallway looked largely the same as the others, aside from a door to the left at the very end.

It was the surveillance room, finally.

You opened the door using your keycard, walking briskly up the stairs. The next room contained several computer systems, and a door leading to the surveillance room itself. With another swipe of the keycard, you let yourself in. The room itself was a mess. Scattered papers surrounded a knocked over chair. The many monitors covering the wall opposite you weren't much to speak on either. Several of them still worked, but quite a few didn't. Your eyes went over the room before finally focusing on the control panel on the right. You wandered over to it, looking over all the buttons you didn't dare press. Finally, you glanced up at the handle, controlling the lockdown in the heavy containment zone. You had to stand on your toes to reach it, but you managed to pull it down. The lockdown lifted, and you prepared to leave for your next destination.

That's when movement on one of the monitors caught your eye. Your head snapped to look at one of the monitors. The camera was focused on the door you had entered from, leading up the stairs, as well as the attached hallway. You watched in horror as a tall, black figure walked up the stairs. You rushed out of the observation room, diving behind the large computers furthest away from the entity that had come up the stairs. You backed up against the computer, sinking down until you were kneeling. You peeked at the still open door of the surveillance room. curiosity getting the better. The strange, heavy breathing that came from the tall figure sent chills up your spine. A long, white beak became visible as the hooded creature wandered into the surveillance room.

SCP-049, you recognized it immediately.

"Good heavens, it's worse than I thought, like wildfire it spreads." You listened to its voice as you gazed at it through the window of the surveillance room. It looked solemnly at the monitors, hands clasped behind its back. "They should have brought me here sooner."

You were quick to retract your head behind the computers again. The SCP was distracted, you could sneak past it. You moved behind the large rectangles of wires and metal, moving to the wall opposite side of the door leading to the surveillance room.

"I need to get to work before the disease consumes the rest of these poor souls." You froze like a deer in headlights when the strange entity turned on its heel. It froze too, and you could see its pale eyes behind the mask. You could feel yourself break into a cold sweat as its hands came out from behind its back, its eyes completely fixated upon you.

"Greetings," it spoke softly as it took a step closer. You pressed yourself further against the wall, your back hitting the cold, smooth concrete. It seemed to take note of your fear as it took another step closer. You took a firm step closer to the stairs in turn. The hooded creature raised its hands slowly, trying to appear less threatening.

"Do not be afraid, I am not here to harm you." That did very little to put you at ease. Every step it took closer to you, you took closer to the stairs. You could tell he wasn't pleased by it.

"Come now, I am only here to help," it insisted as it took another large step closer, reaching out with its hand. The black leather of its glove was stained a deep red, and you could catch a hint of something metallic. "You are very ill."

That did it. You bolted out of there, around the corner and down the stairs. You could hear the frustrated voice behind you.

"Do not run from me, I am the only one that can help you."

You looked over your shoulder to see it turn the corner as well, descending the stairs. You picked the direction opposite to the one you had come from and legged it, hearing the frustrated breath of your pursuer. You ran through the doorway, looking back at it. The plague doctor was speed-walking towards you, not too far behind. You slammed your hand into the button, closing the door in its face. It said something, its voice muffled by the shut door. You ran down the three way hall, the door opening behind you.

"Cease this foolish attempt." You didn't listen as you opened another door, stepping through it. You wanted to shut the door behind you, but your eyes locked onto a figure at the dark end of the hall. It was that damned statue again. You backed away, shutting the door while you kept your eyes on it. You froze in your step when you felt a chilly breath down your neck. Your hairs raised as the plague doctors shadow cast over you.

"There you are, I promise this will not hurt." The frustration had melted out of its voice, replaced by a tone that was soft, yet disconnected. You let yourself drop to the ground, and it wound up grasping air instead of your neck. The back of your head hit the metal door you had just shut, and you hissed.

"Oh my," it muttered as it went to lean down. You were trapped, nowhere else to go. Then door opened, and you fell back, hitting your head a second time. Now laying flat on the ground, you saw SCP-173 at the door, its stubby 'hand' near the button. You wasted no time scrambling backwards, practically kicking at the plague doctor.

SCP-049 watched as you scrambled through your feet, backing away. Your eyes remained fixated on the statue, and you silently thanked it for saving your life. The doctor didn't let up, though. It stepped towards you again, before its eyes met the sight of its fellow SCP. You kept walking backwards, feeling behind you for the button of door. Your back never met the cold metal the door itself, though. Of course, you thought. SCP-173 had probably opened it to get here. You shut the door, finally shutting your eyes for a few seconds. You made your way into another room, shutting the door to the one behind you. Your head was absolutely killing you now that the adrenaline wore off.

Finally, you stumbled into a darker room. In front of you were a pair of doors. 'Heavy containment zone', was above each door. You glanced to the side, a window looking out over a desk. A small teddy bear was looking at you, waving its little paw. You narrowed your eyes slightly before looking up at the signs before using your card to open the doors. A small sense of relief washed over your battered mind as you went to open the first door of the heavy containment zone.

It wouldn't open.

A frown formed itself on your face as you pressed the button again. Nothing. The doors behind you slid back closed on their own.

"Are you serious?"

You gritted your teeth, leaning your head into your hand. You wanted to cry, badly. With a quiet sob, you turned around, sliding the keycard in. You had barely stepped back into the previous room when you saw SCP-049. It had seemingly been looking around before it perked up at the sound of the doors to heavy containment opening.

"Ah, there you are." Somehow its voice sounded soothing to the pounding in your head. It moved towards you again, seemingly no longer eager to win your trust worth. "I can see you are not well, allow me to aid you."

"No," you weakly whined, shaking your head as you stumbled out of its way. You backed up against the wall again, trying to put as much space between the two of you as possible. "Please just leave me alone."

"I understand you must be worried, given the circumstances," it replied. It swiftly stepped aside, blocking the way you were trying to go in. "However, I cannot allow the disease to spread within you."

"I don't care about that right now!" Your frustrated yell seemed to irritate it. Its breath hitches, its fingers briefly curling into a fist. After taking a deep breath, its shoulders stopped tensing, and it uncurled his fist.

"I can assure you, this matter is very urgent, you need to be cured."

"Get away from me!" You tried to shove yourself off the wall, trying to gain momentum to get out of his way. The doctor seemingly predicted your movement, grabbing you by the arm. His black glove contrasted with the fabric of your orange jumpsuit.

"Why must you insist on being difficult!?" Its voice was raised, composure long lost. It had an iron grip on you, its breath heaving. You pulled and twisted, but it would not let go. Panic washed over you, and you began to trash. SCP-049's eyes narrowed behind its mask. It reached out to touch your face, and you retaliated by slamming your knee into its stomach. A surprised grunt came from the entity as it doubled over, and you took the chance to free yourself.

"Have you gone mad?" it sputtered with a much weaker voice. Its voice was shaky and so was the rest of its body. You didn't bother responding, moving towards the third door in the room you hadn't been through yet. You stood in front of a dead end, a door leading to a containment cell.

'SCP-205'.

You heard angry footsteps and ragged breathing behind you. There was nowhere else to run. An idea crept into your head. You quickly made your way through the door, opening it with your keycard. SCP-049 approached you, looking less than happy. You didn't shut the door behind you, allowing the entity to follow. It stepped into the containment chamber with you, and you descended the stairs. A scene played out behind the glass, the shadow of the woman posing with two horned men.

"There is nowhere left to hide," SCP-049 spoke as it followed you down the stairs. You walked backwards, eyes kept on it. "I am willing to forgive your… transgression, as a act of good faith."

You gave it no reply, not that you think it would change the outcome if you did. SCP-049 kept on approaching as you moved backwards.

"I understand the circumstances must be frightening towards you, but I must act swiftly for your sake," it continued, reaching out its hand once more.

You bolted, suddenly bursting into motion as you sprinted towards it. SCP-049 whipped its body halfway around, watching you run up the stairs. When it fully grasped the situation, you were already up the stairs and by the door.

"What are you… no." It turned around fully, and you grabbed your keycard. "Do not dare to seal me in here!"

You slid your keycard against the reader, and the doors slid back closed. You breathed a sigh of relief, your forehead coming to rest against the closed doors. Vaguely, you could hear the plague doctor's footsteps and heavy breathing on the other side. Your head was killing you, but you decided to get a move on. The sooner you were in a safe place to figure out your situation, the better. Stepping back, you returned on your journey. You ignored the knocking on the metal door as you went.

The facility had gone eerily quiet now, the initial chaos subsiding. You didn't hear people screaming, nor any other voices. The layout made no sense either, causing you to constantly get lost and wind up in places you had already been.

"How did they get anything done in a place like this?" you muttered to nobody in particular. A blur of green flew past the corner of your eye, and you instinctively turned your head to look, your heart jumping in your throat. It vanished from view, and you gathered yourself. Another room gave you pause. You were met with a white wall, a monitor mounted to it. It showed a red chamber with pitch black gas pouring from the ceiling. You approached the screen, your brows furrowed. The screen flickered, an electrical noise emitting from it. You swore you could see a black and white face as the screen glitched out. After it ceased seemingly malfunctioning, you were no longer looking at the chamber.

It was a different place entirely, peering into another containment cell. You felt uneasy, but you couldn't quite get yourself to look away from the coffin in the center of the chamber. A sense of morbid curiosity took over as you stepped a little closer. Odd mishaps began filling the screen. A body, a strange face. It began to escalate, and your heart refused to stop racing as you felt more and more panicked. A sickening feeling crept up on you as you kept watching. Eventually, you forced your eyes shut and rubbed them. Finally you could pull yourself away from the monitor, backing out of the room as you shut it behind you. You leaned against the wall, forcing down the bile that threatened to rise up. After a few gasps, you managed to regain composure again, standing up.

You really just wanted to go home already.

ꨄ Part one

𓅓 SCP master list

[dark-light-oof]

Look at this cool stuff ya'll :00

[blackmoonowl]

About SCP 035

So I was wondering if I should make a SCP-035 x reader fic, while I'm in the zone writing my SCP-049 fic. Mostly because I have a close friend who would really like me to write one.

Should I write one?

Yeah

Nah

Voting ended onMay 9