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[watdahellbruh]

Inconsistency.

Prev/Next(Later)

He wasn't really sure on how he had met You.

He had multiple memories of his encounters with you but he was always uncertain on which one was actually the truth. Now that he thought about it, this feeling of skepticism was most definitely your doing or atleast was because of you in general.

Who would've guessed?

Many of his memories conflicted with one another, some has him recognize you since his childhood while others depicted your first meeting as an event that happened somewhere during his teenage years.

And even those were inconsistent, he still hasn't figured out wether you both met in that old cabin near the creek or at the playground when he snuck out at night.

To be honest, he doesn't really know what you are, were you even real or something he had made up due to his less than ideal childhood? Everyone sure doesn't seem to notice no matter how close you were.

Then again, the damage you leave behind were definitely real.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

The rain was something he never really liked.

It always gave him the feeling of being even more isolated than he already was, which he'd much rather avoid really.

Not that he had a horrible childhood, compared to many others he would say that he had a decent one. He wasn't picked last in sports, his parents cared somewhat, and he had a few pals that he still talked to.

It's just that, he always felt as if he couldn't fully opened up without being judged, no matter how many times they say otherwise, he knows they would.

Everyone did, and that was what he thought,l—he'll never find anyone who would just not care about who he is. So maybe it was better to just suck it up and follow the crowd.

That was until You came into his life.

When was the last time he had something meaningful? Maintaining something has not been something he was ever good at, be it items or relationships—he'd always manage to ruin everything.

His first partner left him because he was too distant and cold. 

His second left him because he was too clingy and open.

And his third...

...

Maybe it's better to just not mention them.

Through thick and thin, no one in his life never really stuck with him, even those closest to him really only managed a few encouraging words and not much else when he was going through his worst.

But atleast You stuck around.

...

Is it a bad thing? Probably.

...

Does he care?

...

No.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

The place was dark, humid, and somewhere he'd rather not be.

Not that he had a choice, it was either he wait out the rain in this grimy shack or risk catching a cold and ended up not coming to school.

He never thinks before doing something, it's practically engrained into his psyche with the amount of times he gotten himself dragged into similar situations. The only reason he's stuck right now was because he wanted to catch that rabbit he caught a glimpse of.

Extremely stupid in retrospect but what has been done is done.

Humming along to a familiar tune, he wondered how long this specific rain would last—they all vary in length don't they?

A creek came from somewhere in the dark, making him pause.

He turned around and was met with a sight.

Oh what a sight it was.

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"Hey?"

He blinked, annoyed that someone managed to surprise him when his guard was down.

"What." A gruff voice came out, a bit harsher than he intended to but it gets the message across all the same.

"The guy wants to see you, for the interview?" 

Again, he blinked—then suddenly stood up.

The person was understandably surprised, especially with how fast he did so. 

And without another word, he turned and entered.

...

"...Christ."

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧ 

Blood smeared the walls and ceiling, guts was littered everywhere, and what remained of whatever creature was being devoured laid motionless on the floor.

Someone, something, stood before him. Their abyssal gaze piercing into his soul.

He moved, or tried to—quickly realizing that making any sort of movements was futile as his very essence was frozen to the core.

To say it looked human would be a great overstatement, other than having 2 legs and what appears to be a pair of arms, there was barely anything human about the thing. 

It was abnormally tall, it's head reaching the ceiling despite being hunched over. An ominous shadow covered it's face with only two sharp (Color) eyes being visible. The claws that had replaced where it's arms would have been had some sort of thick plating on it, which reflected the dim lighting, looking almost metallic.

It wore a long-sleeved dark grey sweater with a simple skirt of similar color that reached it's calves.

A complete mockery of a human.

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"Thomas Woodsman, correct?"

He nodded.

The interviewer gave him a glance before readjusting their glasses to read the paper in front of them.

"Mister Woodsman, i'm sure you understand what we do here? Seeing that you came here from our training program."

A nod.

"Alright, that makes things easier on our end. You'll be sharing a room with two other new hires, so we hope you can get along, teamwork is what keeps people alive during any unwanted events."

Another nod.

"Just make sure to follow protocol, listen to those with higher clearance, and try not to cause a breach."

Again.

"...Welcome to the Foundation."

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

A/N: Hiii, this is a much older piece i wrote last year—as you can tell it's gonna be very inconsistent in personality and lore, it's pretty experimental and if y'all don't like it i'll just stick it to this one fic.

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

Take care.

[kid-lore]

scp-049 x shapeshifter!reader | guardian

this was originally written back on june 22nd of last year, but i figured i’d go ahead and post it on here since i was pretty proud of it and felt like posting on here.

The sound of soft humming rang through the room, prompting the ears of a certain wolf to twitch. Your eyes traveled over to 049, flickering down toward the corpse he was operating on. You couldn't help but watch with piqued interest as his hands moved precisely from one area to another, blood staining his gloves.

You, like 049, were an anomaly. Forced to remain inside of the facility as yet another Euclid-ranked creature, hidden away from the rest of the world. Away from your home.

How you two had met was thanks to a past containment breach caused by none other than 682. The doors to his containment chamber had failed because of it, and you were a new addition to the facility, walking around while you were beyond confused. You nearly attacked 049 on sight since your nerves were already shot, but he kept his calm and tried his best to assure you that there was nothing to be afraid of. To put it bluntly, you remained by his side throughout the rest of the breach. And you continue to do so each time you encounter each other.

Often, you could be found in 049's cell, much to the disdain of certain personnel. You'd do your best to keep any potential nearby threats away from 049, specifically when he was working on his... patients, but also just in general. While most scientists knew better than to mess with 049 when he was busy, but there were some who had little patience and decided to test their luck.

Yeah, that never ended well.

Now in terms of your abilities and why you were here, you were a creature with the ability to transform yourself into whatever you like. Animals and people alike, and even some of the other SCPs here as well. Not only that, but you also could change your size to some extent. Currently, you were a large wolf with (F/C) fur resting by the door of 049's cell.

Your (E/C) eyes flickered away from 049 as you noticed his own golden ones glance over in your direction. You shifted uncomfortably, resting your chin down on your paws.

"Is something on your mind?" 049's voice sounded from beneath his mask, the signature metallic tone to it clear as ever.

You lifted your head once more and looked back in his direction. He had paused the... operation and directed his focus to you.

"As always," you responded. "Nothing too important, though."

You could've sworn you saw the eyebrow ridge of his mask slightly raise as he resumed his work. "If you insist."

You playfully rolled your eyes in response. He was always so formal. Your attention darted to the door as it suddenly shot open, causing your ears to flatten themselves against your skull. Alarms rang through the facility, unintelligible announcements coming from the intercom. You soon droned out the intercom's obnoxious alerts, your eyes shifting over to 049.

You watched as he stepped away from the corpse, a fresh line of stitching along its chest. He reached over to his table and wiped the remaining blood from his gloves. Once he was done, he turned to you as he waited for his patient to awaken. He let out a sigh. "I suppose 173 managed to slip out of his cell... again."

You mentally laughed to yourself and rose to your paws, your tail wagging swiftly behind you as you walked over to 049. "Possibly," you mused. "But no matter who did it this time around, we're free to roam as we please. Ready to go see who we can find?"

049's eyes almost seemed to gleam brighter against the darkness before he glanced back over to the corpse on the bloodied table. While maybe you still didn't quite understand his motives, you were willing to help him out if it helped put his mind at ease, even just by a bit.

As his patient awoke and shuffled off of the table with staggering steps, his eyes seemed to narrow from behind his mask, almost seeming... displeased. Deep in thought.

After a moment, he turned his head back to you and steadily nodded. "Of course," he said. "Lead the way."

With a grin, you trotted out of the containment chamber with 049 following closely behind you, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor overlapping with the noise of your claws clicking against the floor.

While you weren't exactly free, and you were far away from your homeland, you still had friends. Acquaintances. You may not be on the best of terms with the personnel in the foundation, you still got along with the anomalies around you, a certain plague doctor being one of them. You would both get out of here at some point; you were sure of it. But until then, you would stay by 049's side. The guards around only saw him as a hassle, and you were more than aware of it. You're sure he was, too, whether he refused to show it or not.

Now all you had to do was bide your time. And you'd be guarding 049 until you both got your chance.

[watdahellbruh]

Despite Everything,

I still love you.

(SCP!Reader x Guard)

Humans are such a fascinating species—their history so short yet so packed, their people so kind yet so cruel, their lives so fragile yet they continue onwards through the dark despite their fears.

You do not understand what has made them so endearing in your eyes.

But oh how you find them to be so so adorable.

Chapter 1

[scp-watch]

SCP-000 “You”

Class: Safe Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: 

SCP-000 is to be kept in a 13’ by 13’ room, furnished however desired by SCP-000, but to include at minimum: queen-sized bed, dresser, small fridge, microwave, large armoire. Changes to these minimum furnishings cannot be changed by Class C personnel and below.  It is required to ask SCP-000 if it desires more furnishings at least once a week, to ensure comfort.

Food and drink of any type is to be provided to SCP-000 at a minimum weekly basis in large quantities in order to facilitate its prior shopping habits. If SCP-000 requests a specific ingredient or food item outside of these weekly provisions, every effort must be made to acquire it (see Addendum 000-1).

SCP-000 is allowed free reign through all parts of the facility. When an escort is required for any reason, only personnel Class B or higher are allowed to do so (with the exception of research intern Taylor Sampson, as requested by SCP-000). 

Dr. van Heler should be consulted before any large change to any amenities that SCP-000 is given. This includes: video games, movies, other electronics, internet, books, art supplies, sport supplies and any sex paraphernalia. 

Description: 

SCP-000 is an average human of fair intelligence. It is capable of speech, debate, deep thought, and a fair level of creativity. Until recent events, SCP-000 was a researcher of the Foundation, name: [REDACTED]. Personnel are advised to treat SCP-000 as they had before the change in designation, and make every effort not to upset it.

SCP-000 possesses a very peculiar, rare ability to negate any negative influence they are exposed to. To date, this includes: the negative effects of all SCPs, various natural and unnatural poisons and other common natural causes of death (bleeding out, suffocation). This effect cannot be replicated by any means, as the properties allowing this ability cannot be isolated in any tissue or body-fluid samples (blood removed from SCP-000 cannot ignore the coagulation effect of some snake venom, while SCP-000 itself can) (See Research log 161108).

It should also be noted that SCP-000 possesses a calming influence, as has been noted in experiments with several other SCPs of keter-class. SCP-000’s ability to calm is theorized to be inherently tied with the nullification of other threats to its health, and has been noted to aid in containment with particularly aggressive SCPs.

[See notes for any variations noted of SCP-000 in ability[

Research Summary:

Log 161108, 1: Subject (SCP-000) was brought to the medical ward and told it was undergoing a regular medical checkup and required vaccines. Subject was injected with 425 mg of venom from the species Ophiophagus hannah (King Cobra), then left to wait for half an hour. When checked on by medical personnel, subject was entirely unaffected. Heartbeat, blood pressure, and all other recorded vital signs were normal. The same vital signs were recorded an hour later, with the subject seemingly unaffected entirely.

Addendum:

000-1: Subject (SCP-000) has the biology and anatomy of a human, and therefore requires all of the same needs as a human. Subject also should be regarded as such, as they were a researcher prior to their designation, and any attempts to treat them lowly cause emotional and neurological distress. Dr. Van Heler has ordered for all interacting with SCP-000 to treat them in the same manner as they would ‘a fellow coworker’. This includes honoring any requests for pleasure-of-life items, to include entertainment and food. Addendum signed by Dr. Van Heler for authorization.

Alternate ‘Versions’ of SCP-000

Invisible: 

SCP-000 is able to completely wipe themselves from the memory and perception of all that they choose. This does not affect the literal seeing or perceiving of SCP-000, but in the wiping of memory in a manner not yet explained. While the forgetting is most commonly noted after looking away from a visual or physical perception, sometimes SCP-000 has wiped contacted persons’ memory of it in the same moment that they see it, effectively rendering it ‘invisible’ by some definition.

Emotional Poltergeist:

SCP-000 is capable of absorbing the emotions of those around it. This includes emotions of anger, happiness, fear, disgust, and thensome. It is unknown the manner in which it can do so, but multiple tests have shown this ability even influences other SCPs. It is unknown if this ability is controlled by SCP-000 or not, and it has some level of conscious perception of the emotions in which it is feeding off of. While several experiments have shown promise in utilizing SCP-000 in placating aggressive and hard-to-contain SCPs, being exposed to them for too long has shown to have an averse, yet temporary effect upon SCP-000’s emotional and mental health.

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