SCP-082 finds reader homeless
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'If you are currently doing requests I saw one where the reader works at the scp foundation but they're homeless. Do you think you could do that with scp 082? If not that's totally fine!'
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Previous words: 756 Characters included: SCP-082/Fernand Reader is gender neutral!
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You were a janitor within the Foundation, and yes they do hire those D-class are just used for the more 'dangerous' SCPs. Your schedule was usually filled with scrubbing the blinding white walls and the reflective flooring below you.
But every so often you, a couple D-class and another janitor would be sent to clean Fernand's cell- or better known as SCP-082. You and the other janitor would be often forced to wear some odd array of clothes, mostly costumes that resembled whatever Fernand was feeling that day. If the rather large man felt he was a vampire that day- you and the other janitor would be dressed as such, if he felt he was the 'king of France' you two would be dressed as members of his court.
It was honestly a welcome break from scrubbing sterile walls and cleaning up the messes other researchers left behind. It was also especially a welcome break given how Fernand's cell looked, it was lavish, decorated nice enough one would think they stepped into the past entering his cell, and it was quite spacious. You didn't even want to try and question how the Foundation pulled this off, but you would absentmindedly chuckle at the idea of Fernand instructing the Foundation staff where to put what in that French accent of his.
Fernand was also rather nice, which was a plus. When it came to SCPs it was always a gamble, Fernand could also be included in this- but thankfully he usually tended to treat you and the other janitor with respect. Though you were always on your toes, given the man was well- a cannibal. And while previous janitors and D-class met their fate at his hands, he didn't seem to be looking at you two with those intentions.. yet maybe.
Fernand would also specifically ask for you whenever the time to clean his cell came around, probably because you tended to act in character to whatever he was feeling that day. Whether ir be a day he was feeling like Napoleon or Big bird you always just went with the flow. Sometimes the hulking man would insist you sit with him, one could naturally assume SCPs were lonely. So, you'd just go with it. Sitting with him and listening to his stories, laughing at some parts and feeling empathy at others.
You'd comfortably say you two were 'friends', you reveled in each other's stories, you had genuine fun with the homunculus man. You both spun your own tales, your tales mainly being of things you had seen within the Foundation, researchers who went awol, members of the Mobile task force that were caught doing something illegal, or the containment breaches you had survived. Fernand would entertain your stories with laughter, amazement, and sometimes concern. Congratulations, you had made friends with the SCP who participates in cannibalism!
You have been friends with the man for a couple years by now, three in total if you remembered correctly. Three years every Sunday you'd be in his cell for four hours tops, half of it spent cleaning and the other half socializing with him. The Foundation staff who monitored you both were rather- reluctant with it but they had allowed it with your own promise that you knew what you were doing. Your conversations with the man had grown different though, always once your time was up the rather large man would state a simple phrase.
"If you need anything my friend, please do not be hesitant to ask."
It wasn't anything to raise a brow at, friends always said such things. But, with your recent predicament you just stuck out to you. Little did you know Fernand had started to notice things about you, you had changed. Going from looking clean, well-rested and 'smooth' as he would say- to dirty. Not that you were covered in filth, but that you didn't look as clean as before. Your hair was a tad more oily than usual; you tended to scratch at rashes a lot now, your face was broken out. Speaking of, you looked tired to him- with dark circles under your eyes and your eyes hardly able to keep themselves open at times.
You weren't as composed as you were before, you'd often come in ready and chipper. Now you would apologize for almost falling asleep to his stories or drift off to elsewhere while he spoke. It was an annoyance at first, offense leaking into his brain. But then it turned into concern, concern for a dear friend.
He started to try and help you.
First it was your hair, he couldn't stand to look at it. So, he'd often ask [or more so demand] he brush/re-braid your hair. Even if you tried to tell him it was 'fine' or that he didn't need to do so- he wouldn't take no for an answer. With brushing it would be a bit painful, given the man didn't know his own strength at times- but he'd get the job done. Maybe sometimes even put it in a hairstyle once he got the hairstyling equipment he asked for. If he was re-braiding it took him a bit to get it right, he was determined to do it right [even if his fingers were too big to do them right]
Then after you left, he'd ask the personal watching him to get you checked out. Speaking of your rashes, the way you scratched. The man was downright worried you had become contaminated with something, knowing the Foundation it was a valid fear.
The man mainly thought you were just down on your luck, or that you had simply just rushed to come see him. But today he started to question that. You had come in, tired and practically mumbling your words to him. When you had started cleaning, the man instead directed for you to sit with him. "You can clean later; we should talk first! I have certainly missed my friend" With no argument you decided to sit with him, adjusting the hat they had given you. Fernand was feeling like a king today, so once more you were just a person within his court. "Ah, sure. How has your life been Fernand?"
With those words the man began to ramble, going on about the things you had missed. Which to note, should be taken with a grain of salt. When you started to doze off, once again which made the man pause. Instead, he decided to finally ask what was going on with you "[Y/N] if I may intrude, are you alright? You don't seem like your usual self. Usually, you are as chipper as a spring chicken!" You couldn't help but give a chuckle to his comparison, rubbing your eyes as you sat back. Your back ached from having slept in your car last night, and the tips of your fingers still felt cold from the outside.
"I apologize Fernand, I did not get much sleep last night." You state, trying your best to remain in character. Unsure still if you acted 'normal' around him if he'd turn on you. The man gave a thoughtful hum, moving his hand against his chin as if he were stroking some imaginary beard. "I see, are the beds not adequate to your tastes?" Then with a look of annoyance he slammed his fist down, announcing towards the observation window "You there-!" He pointed towards the one-way glass, while you were unsure if he was even pointing at anyone. "Help Mx [Y/N] with their problem, won't you?" He spoke as if speaking to a servant, which wasn't out of character for him. Especially not today where he had dubbed himself once again as the king of France.
Triumphantly he sat back down, a victorious smile plastered on his face as he was so sure the staff behind the glass had listened to him and were at that very moment fulfilling his request. "That should do, hopefully your living space shall be to your expectations now."
Once more, you couldn't help but give a small chuckle. He was trying to help at least; you gave him credit for that. You shook your head with an amused huff "ah- No Fernand, that wasn't the issue" the man blinked looking at you puzzled, he was so sure that was the reason. After all to him you look 'half dead' as of late. "I uh-.." You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, squeezing the flesh back there to comfort yourself [and to relieve a knot] "I sleep outside, in a vehicle." You chose your words carefully, unsure if the man knew what a car was.
Honestly, speaking about it now ticked you off. Your anger of course not being towards Fernand, the Foundation had it that janitorial staff weren't given their own space [unless they of course were D-class]. It hadn't been a problem to you; you had been given a rare luxury after all. You had been given the ability to go outside still, to still live out there. But-... after your pay started getting deducted and the hotel you were staying at could no longer house you- you had been forced to sleep in your car.
Sure, you could've gone to a different hotel- but there weren't any other cheap ones nearby besides that one. You were just in a bind right now, bad luck you tell yourself. So sure that lady luck would shine on you again, that something would change. Yet five months in and still nothing, meanwhile your job also kept you from looking 'good'
A dramatic gasp sounded from the large man, staring at you in utter shock as if you'd told him the worst thing imaginable. "This- this is an outrage!" His fist really slammed against the table now, the wooden piece breaking underneath where his fist had landed. You jumped back, wide awake now as you began to process what was happening. The homunculus man's emotions shifting from friendly and docile, to utter rage within a second. His words rambling on incoherently as you [having been prepared for this] sneakily made your way to the door.
He stood up promptly "well-! We'll just see about that!" The large man snarled, his eyes locking onto the observation glass. With a flash he was on it, banging his fists onto the one-way glass as he shouted, screamed and acted like an utter maniac. His words mainly demanding they get you proper sleeping quarters before they just turned into a ramble of other things he had been upset about.
You were rescued from the cell, with thankfully limited injuries. Just one where you had been lightly grazed by a thrown chair, as you were dragged out you watched as the guards attempted to calm the man- which only led to more violence as he didn't appreciate them not listening to him.
You two were kept a part for a while, a couple months specifically. Just so they wouldn't see the man have an utter melt down again, but of course Fernand didn't appreciate this. He acted out, killing or attacking whomever they sent into his cell. Whenever researchers tried to speak to him, he'd always find some way to rope you into it. Whether it just be him asking where you were, how you were doing, if you were upset with him, and of course if you had gotten the quarters he had promised you.
With little choice left, the Foundation eventually just gave in. Giving you your own quarters just to stop the man from going on a rampage, you were happy to finally have somewhere to rest without worry of the cold leaking into the area which you slept- or eventually the heat baking you alive.
It took a bit but finally you went back to normal, and after around a month of your new sleeping arrangements you were finally allowed to see Fernand again. To say he wasn't elated to see you again would be an understatement, the man practically almost squished you from how happy he was to see you again.
Today he was Sherlock Holms, holding a pipe that held nothing in it he spoke with a large grin "Ah my friend! It's so good to see you again, you just caught me winding down for the day" he stated as he sat himself down on you guessed a new chair, his hand gestured for you to sit in the chair beside it.
As you sat against the plush chair, feeling the velvet underneath your fingers he spoke once more "I take it the Foundation has given you the living space I had promised?" With the question you gave a simple nod alongside a smile, getting into your character "ah yes, it is fairly spacious- quite homey too." Fernand looked pleased with himself, giving a curt nod and a rather loud laugh "Ahaha! Good, good!" Then immediately he changed the subject, changing it to a topic about an issue he needed help with. Regarding a case he needed help solving, and you were oh so happy to help.
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