#scp x reader

[dreadcore]

plans for an limbus character in the limbus world series. i would enjoy writing them more like uptie stories but alas well see

[blackmoonowl]

𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 - 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

ꨄ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: SCP 076-2 x reader

ꨄ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You remember meeting him, but did you really remember it?

ꨄ 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: N/A (Yet)

ꨄ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 400 (the other parts will be much longer, this is a mere introduction)

You barely could register what had happened. A dark figure stood in front of you, wielding a large weapon within their hand. Grey eyes peered at you from behind thick, black hair. Blaring alarms and screaming surrounded you, but you could see nothing else but him. Not the people scurrying to get away, not the bodies laid at his feet. You tried to move, but your body wouldn't budge.

You couldn't tell anymore if his eyes really were grey.

You were surrounded by nothing but remains of metal and fabric, blood staining them as you sat among the debris. The man did not attack, instead staring down at you with a strange gaze, as if surprised, yet suspicious. Weakly, you rose your hands drenched in red upward. The sword clattered at the man's feet as large, calloused hands descended down towards your own.

A part of you wasn't sure if that had really happened, though.

The red light lit up his face, and you could now see a mixture of anger and confusion. Your wrists were firm in his grip, not enough to crush you. He opened his mouth, but you couldn't hear what he was saying to you. He yelled, brows furrowed. You heard noise but nothing discernable.

You don't know what happened next.

The eyes remained bored into yours, but they seemed more disembodied as everything about him seemed to simply fade. You opened your mouth to call out, but you could no longer recall what you possibly could have said.

"We need to up the dosage."

Tears pricked your eyes as you tried to grab onto the tattooed leg in front of you, belonging to the man who no longer had a face in your mind.

"Don't give me that, hand me the class C."

Everything was gone from the room, the man being the last to disappear as your hands caught themselves on the floor that seemed to be made from nothing at all.

"What do you mean stabilize the subject?"

"Direct orders from…"

"…the site has been destroyed."

"Move the subject to a secure holding cell."

You parted your lips, but nothing came out. You felt your body being moved, the sounds of footsteps surrounded you. A cold breeze met you, but you struggled to open your eyes. A bright white light hit your closed eyelids, creating shapes. Finally, you could force something out.

"What?"

[blackmoonowl]

𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

ꨄ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: SCP 049 x reader

ꨄ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Maybe heading to 914 would be a good idea...

ꨄ 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: Masterpost

ꨄ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2211

"Who the hell even designed this place?"

Carter looked up at your question as the two of you stepped out of the elevator. Carter awkwardly shrugged.

"Only things I heard were from higher ups," he explained as he rolled his shoulders. "This site is actually pretty new from what I know."

"It most definitely doesn't look that way," you replied as you looked at the walls. "But why make it so confusing?"

"I heard some researchers complain about it too," Carter said as he turned to face you. "Said it was to make it harder for anomalies to escape, but I sincerely doubt it."

"Yeah, I figured the containment cells would have all been in the same place or something," you agreed. "They just kind of look scattered about."

"Since the foundation put so much money into building it I figure there must be a reason for it," your companion responded. "I mean, maybe there is something they really don't want getting out."

"And we're probably locked in here with it," you grimly commented. Carter nodded, his brows furrowed. There was a moment of silence before he spoke.

"Best not to think about it, let's just focus on getting out of here." He stood by your side, his hand on your shoulder.

"I've been going in circles for what feels like hours…" you admitted as you glanced around. "Got any clue where to go to next?"

"If we could just get to the heavy containment zone it should be smooth sailing…" he mumbled. "From what I know this part is the most confusing."

"The real question is why is the heavy containment zone closer to the entrance than light containment," he continued as he crossed his arms with a frown.

"That sounds really stupid," you snickered humorlessly.

"Yeah… it does," he mumbled as he looked at you. His eyes drifted towards your keycard. "You put that thing through 914, right?"

"I did."

"And something better came out."

"Sure did."

Carter seemed to think to himself for a moment, then his eyes drifted towards his gear and the gun on his hip. His eyes met yours.

"I got an idea." You saw his eyes crinkle, a sparkle of hope appearing as he approached you a bit closer. "Where did you find it?"

"All the way back, I think. It wasn't too far away from SCP-372's cell," you explained, gesturing back. Carter sighed.

"I really got no idea where that is," he mumbled as he nodded for you to lead the two of you back. "Like we said, there's no rhyme or reason to this place."

"I'm assuming not all of the facilities are like this," you brought up, glancing over your shoulder to look at him.

"No… I had my induction at Site-19, which is the biggest site we have." Carter held his gun tightly in his hands as he peered at a black patch on the floor nearby, an uncomfortable look on his face. "It's the parent site to this one, but Site-19 was better built and completely cohesive."

"Then… why not just keep everything here?" Carter hummed at your question as he glanced at the ceiling.

"Was a suggestion from a well respected doctor," he explained. "I really don't know the details, but he designed the place to deal with certain issues, but I think that's far above my pay-grade."

You nodded as you wandered past a few containment cells, and you stopped near a familiar one.

SCP-205.

You decided to double check, a gut feeling overtaking you. You walked over, Carter right behind you. Walking to the side, you came to a halt. The door was open. Your eyes widened as you quickly stepped towards it. Carter frowned, staying a bit further behind.

"Didn't you lock an anomaly in here?" The question nearly fell on deaf ears as you rushed into the room. Carter finally decided to follow.

"Y-yeah… the plague doctor," you stammered as you saw no trace of the anomaly in the room. Nothing seemed disturbed other than a stack of papers that seemingly had been shuffled. "How the hell did it get out?"

"Dunno, weird shit's been happening all over the place," Carter replied as he looked at the projection of the shadow lamps. "I reckon it's probably a malfunction in the door control systems."

"This sucks," you mumbled as Carter grabbed your shoulder, gently pulling you along. "This… really sucks."

"I think the doctor is probably the least of our worries," Carter tried to reassure you. "If you survived it well enough to be able to lock it up in a random cell, it shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"Yeah… you're right," you mumbled as you let Carter guide you back outside the cell. "It's not the worst thing."

A flicker appeared in the corner of your eye, causing you both to jump. Carter drew his gun, but nothing else was found.

"What the hell was that." Carter's voice cracked midway through that sentence as he flipped his visor back down with his thumb, hands still firm on his weapon.

"372," you replied calmly. Seeing your composed demeanor, Carter slowly lowered his gun, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Come on, let's get to 914," he mumbled as the two of you continued through the dark halls. "We'll be better prepared that way."

You regained some composure, nodding as you fell into step beside the agent. You took another few turns, wandering past SCP-372's containment. Carter turned to face the cell before lowering his head a little. The two of you found the tesla gate next, the body of the woman still present. Carter looked physically uncomfortable, coming to a halt.

"Is that… is that thing turned off?"

"Nah, it isn't."

You stepped onto the trigger zone, immediately stumbling back when the gate zapped. As soon as the electricity faded, you threw yourself through, landing on the ground and rolling. You stood up, looking back at Carter.

"Go on," you gestured for him to follow. Carter took a deep breath, planting a heavy foot on the yellow and black caution sign on the floor. The gate charged up and Carter recoiled. As soon as he had the chance, he jumped through, landing on his knees. You lent him your hand, and he gratefully took it. With a grunt you managed to get him to his feet.

"That was terrifying," Carter mumbled as he tried to compose himself. "Let's go, we're almost there."

finally, the familiar sight of the open blast doors revealed the clockwork machine behind them. You stepped in first, your companion following closely behind.

"Okay, you're gonna have to walk me through this," Carter said, turning to face you. You approached the machine, seeing it still set on fine.

"This is good, I put everything through fine," you explained as you looked back at him. Carter walked over to the input chamber, and you watched as he took his level two keycard, placing it cautiously on the floor of the chamber.

"Okay… let's give it a go," he said as he stepped back. You turned the key, causing the doors to slide shut. The machine came to live with a cacophony of turning gears, whirring and other loud noises. Carter physically winced, taking a step back. Finally, the doors slid back open with a hiss. You stepped into the output chamber, grabbing the now level three keycard. You popped out of the chamber, showing it to Carter with a smile. The agent took it and made a beeline for the containment doors, locking them using the card. He sighed as he turned back.

"Much better."

He took the helmet off, placing it on a shelf. Then the balaclava joined it, and Carter brushed a hand through his messy, short black hair.

"Okay… let's get the rest of these things upgraded before anything comes pounding on the door." He turned to face you, and you could see the bags under his eyes. A weak grin graced his features as he met your gaze. "I know, I look horrible."

"It's not that," you mumbled as you leaned back against the machine. "Just… feels right, to see another living human face."

It made it hard to remember you were trapped in an old video game in the first place. Carter nodded, swallowing thickly.

"Yeah… I know," he replied as he took off his ballistic vest, removing all the items from it and putting it in the clockwork machine. "I heard from older staff that this place gets to you, even if you're surrounded by others."

There was a pause as he joined your side to turn on the machine, a contemplative expression on his features.

"People get colder the longer they work here, more calloused," he continued as he looked at you. "Start caring less and less."

"For the greater good," you replied and Carter chuckled, rubbing his chin. The two of you remained silent as the machine finished its process. Carter glanced at your baggy uniform as he took the now seemingly heavier vest.

"What are you in for?" he asked as he put the vest back on him with some difficulty. "I mean, you don't strike me as a death row criminal."

You remained quiet for a moment. Now you had to make up some story as to how you possibly could have gotten here. You couldn't tell him the truth, obviously.

"I… I don't know," you finally said as you fixed your gaze on the floor. With all your might you tried to act sincere. "My memory of what happened before… it's just all so blurry ever since I woke up here."

"You're also new… Carter trailed off as he finished putting on his vest. "Guess it still must have been pretty bad to have you end up here."

"Maybe so, but I no longer remember," you replied as you watched Carter go back to the input chamber with his gun. Your situation had gotten much more off track compared to the game, making it feel so much more real. You barely registered the machine turning back on until the horrible noise sounded once again.

"I hope this won't get me in trouble with the higher ups…" Carter broke the silence again, rubbing his neck. "I mean, conspiring with D-class, unauthorized use of anomalies…"

"I think they can get behind the idea of you not wanting to die," you bluntly replied, causing him to nod. Truth be told you weren't quite sure what to expect if you managed to get out of here alive somehow.

"Yeah… that's true," Carter rubbed his eyes before returning to pick up his newly modified gun. He inspected it closely, humming to himself.

"Leap of faith… let's hope this holds up," he said mostly to himself. You moved to stand against the wall, sliding so you were seated. This was the calmest everything had been so far, and you allowed yourself to relax just a little, safe in the presence of another person.

"Normal gun wasn't good enough?" You quipped, a smile showing on your face. Carter returned with a slight grin of his own.

"Against humans, maybe…" he placed the gun on a crate, sitting down next to it, not too far away from you. "Against monsters beyond my comprehension, I don't know."

"How did you even end up taking this job?" you pried, eager to make some small talk. Carter pursed his lips as if in thought.

"Dunno, I just saw something I wasn't supposed to," he began, fiddling with his gloved hands. "Handled it pretty well, got recruited after."

"I hope they at least pay you well, considering what you're dealing with," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Carter nodded slightly.

"I got my own apartment, that says something,"he responded as he leaned his elbows on his knees. "Can't tell anyone what I do, though."

"Figures as much, must be pretty lonely." Your legs had started feeling like lead, and the headache remained dull in the back of your mind. Despite all that, you felt somewhat safe.

"Maybe we can wait the breach out here," Carter suggested as if he had read your mind. You contemplated it for a bit. Carter seemed to notice your hesitation as he spoke up again. "I mean, we're locked in here, nothing can really get us…"

"The doors randomly open, remember?" You reminded him. "The cell I locked that plague doctor in also opened back up."

"Yeah, that's true, but we could just…" he trailed off. A deep sigh came from his dry lips. "Yeah, no, you're right."

"I don't really think we're safe anywhere." Speaking the words out loud made you realize how hopeless it all sounded. "Best bet is to make a break for the gates."

"If we make it that far, with all the bodies around I'm starting to not like our chances," Carter replied, his voice cracking midway through.

"Better than staying here locked in here with these things," you replied, playing with the scratchy fabric of the jumpsuit.

"Guess there's no other choice…" he reiterated, taking a deep breath and letting the silence wash over the both of you again. The only noise came from the other tortured souls targeted deep within the facility.

[vikkirosko]

The most spontaneous thing on SCP. I wanted to write something about this fandom and a single phrase came to my mind. "Changing the behavior pattern". From this, these headcanons were born

🩸 SCP 076-2 | Abel x Reader headcanons Changing the behavior pattern 🗡

Abel was the one who created a huge amount of trouble for the foundation, but what was worse, he created a huge number of corpses. They were looking for all kinds of ways to restrain him, but there wasn't much that could actually help. On the day he was able to escape to one city, no one expected to see what the foundation staff saw. They saw Abel standing among the dead bodies, holding your hand tightly. You were just an ordinary scared person. There was the blood of those whom Abel had killed on your clothes and skin, and you were afraid to move. But he didn't attack you. Abel was looking at you intently. When the armed men began to approach, he was already ready for battle, but he was not eager to fight. It was as if he was trying to protect you, and this attracted the attention of the staff. This was something new that they had not seen before in Abel's behavior

They were able to kill Abel, but they knew he would come back. You were injured by stray bullets, but you were alive and the foundation staff took you away. After a lot of analysis and simple experiments, they found out that you were not an anomaly. You were just an ordinary person, but for some reason you caught Abel's attention. You just wanted to leave the foundation, but they understood that you were a way to keep Abel. When he was reborn again, he planned to try to escape, but his gaze found you. You were sitting in the same room as him and the black cube, but that meant you were both a hostage of the foundation and a hostage of Abel. He could have easily killed you if he wanted to, and you could just as easily have died in his escape attempt. The foundation's researchers decided to find out what else he could have done while you were around. They had never seen Abel show interest in someone who was not a worthy rival to him, and therefore they were very interested in the opportunity to learn something more

Abel didn't attack you. He was watching, like he was studying you. You were terrified at first. You saw how he easily killed and you were afraid that it was some kind of perverted game in which you die in any case. You were afraid of Abel, and he saw it. That's why he seemed to be trying to be gentle with you. He didn't draw his weapon next to you and tried to talk to you, but you didn't understand what he was saying. He would reluctantly start talking to you in English, saying that he wouldn't hurt you. Abel himself wasn't sure why he felt so calm around you. He had never seen you before, he didn't understand why his rage was subsiding. All he knew for sure was that he didn't want you to leave. He wanted to make sure that you would be safe, and no one could protect you better than him, especially from the foundation's people

The foundation's staff realized that Abel was serious when one of the researchers, under the protection of several fighters, was going to take your blood for tests. But when he tried to approach you, Abel drew his weapon. He was ready to kill without hesitation. He wasn't going to let them get close to you, but you hurried to calm him down. Everyone around you saw that you were tense, but you tried to calm Abel down anyway. You didn't want to see more deaths. You still had nightmares after your first meeting with Abel, and you didn't understand how he could still be alive. Everything that was happening around you started to seem like a crazy dream, but you couldn't wake up. You couldn't escape. That's why you tried to make sure that your sanity wasn't damaged even more than it was already damaged by being in the foundation

Abel didn't talk much, but he took care of you in his own way. He made sure that no one dared to hurt you, and the foundation's scientists had the opportunity to observe Abel. They understood that while you were with him, he wasn't trying to escape. But they didn't know what could happen if you got used to Abel. They didn't know what could happen if you stopped being afraid of him and if he wanted to leave the foundation with you. But until that happened, they were going to take advantage of this lull and study it as thoroughly as possible

[i-write-bad]

SCP-035 x male reader coming soon...

Hey so do you ever get a request for a yandere SCP-035 x male reader but you’re not in the mood to write in second person so you decide to make the reader an SCP so you come up with one that doesn’t exist but then your story would be much better if you had an article about him to reference so you write one and then you realize it has all of the requirements of an SCP article so now you’re just working on publishing an actual SCP article on the official SCP wiki?

[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?"

𓅓 Next part

[blackmoonowl]

𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 - 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𓅓 Part one - Whirlwind

𓅓 Part two - Lucky, Lucky, Lucky

𓅓 Part three - Companionship

𓅓 Part four - Back to the clockworks

[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