The anon from the recent Yandere! 049 here! Thanks a bunch, you did more than you needed to and it made me happy you were so excited to do my request! Just wanted to say that your content is really great and I visit daily to see more of it! Keep up the really great work! If it's okay, may I request a tiny 'What if 049 can't control his lethal touch and therefore can't touch his flower?' Would he go mad? Would he use SCP 714 as to not only to touch them but also use it as a proposal for marriage?
Ah, thank you! This is another really interesting idea! I’m using a slightly modified version of 714 (the Jade Ring) just to allow the story to flow easier, and sorry it’s a little longer than usual, got carried away. Hope you enjoy!
Yandere SCP-049/ReaderPart 4
Something was wrong with SCP-049. That much you noticed nearly the instant he entered the interview room. He was hunched over somewhat, and as he sat down, his fingers toyed with the edge of his sleeves. You cleared your throat, surreptitiously waving the guards out of the room, before putting on your most assuring smile.
“Is something wrong, 049?” You asked, shuffling through your papers so the sound gave some background to the otherwise uncomfortable silence. 049 turned his head so he was looking directly at you, and there was something in his stare that made you lean back slightly.
“My flower…” SCP-049 whispered, “What is it like to feel?”
“Your tactile sense?” You clarified. 049 nodded. You smoothed down a part of your lab coat, considering the question. You knew about his ‘lethal touch’, but this was the first sort of confirmation that his touch was invariably lethal, “Well… You can still touch nonliving things, right?” You attempted. But 049 only seemed to grow more solemn at that.
“Nonliving, yes, but… I will never be able to touch another living, least they die.”
Your brow hitched in and up at such a sad statement of truth. You never really considered the psychological implications, living a life unable to touch another person, not even a friendly brush of shoulders or pat on the back. You couldn’t even imagine living like that, and here 049 was, having lived that life for centuries.
“049…” You began, but he stopped you.
“Worry not for my plight, my dear,” He sighed, before seeming to shoulder past it, “I have dealt with it for a long time. Let us talk of something else, shall we?”
You agreed, and continued to conduct the interview/therapy session as normal. But, at the back of your mind for the rest of the time, you were thinking. And when you finally left the room, it was with an idea, and an excited grin.
Come the next interview, you were nearly giddy. It had taken some work, but you’d managed to obtain permission to use SCP-714 in your testing with SCP-049. You were given the standard training to go with using 714, which included warnings about the fatigue effect (wear it for no longer than thirty minutes), along with the limits of its chemical tolerance. You prepared yourself, getting a good nights sleep and making sure there was seating in the interview room. After all, thirty minutes was just the recommendation. You’d read that, with enough willpower and proper sleep, one could resist the urge to fall asleep with 714 on for an hour!
You waited anxiously, the Jade Ring cupped in your hand, until finally the armored guards appeared with SCP-049. They released him into the room, nodding at you as you gestured for them to remain outside the door. SCP-049 rubbed his previously manacled wrists, before looking over to you and bowing lightly.
“Hello again, my flower,” He greeted. You hurriedly waved for him to stop, your face burning at the polite etiquette.
“049, I have a surprise for you,” You smiled. 049 hummed, before taking a seat across from you. You smiled as you opened your palm, revealing the Jade Ring. Calmly as you could manage, you explain its effects, and what it meant for him.
“I…I can touch you?” He stuttered, seemingly awestruck. You nodded, slipping the ring on. A sheer wave of exhaustion slammed into you, but you soldiered past it easily, just in time to see 049 shakily rise from his chair and step to you. You rose as well, stepping to your feet past the fatigue. You held out your hand, the fingers spread out, and 049 grabbed it, gasping. Whatever previous trepidation he had, it disappeared in an instant. 049 began to run his hands across your entire arm, and you were glad that you’d rolled up your coat sleeves earlier, at his sheer glee at touching the skin of your arm.
“Beautiful…” 049 murmured, grazing his fingers over your wrist, tracing the veins, “This gift you’ve given me… no words…”
SCP-049 continued his exploration, almost desperate, after having been starved for touch as long as he’d been. You smiled and laughed, opening your arms wide. 049 seemed to get the idea, rushing you, giving you a hug that was almost as desperate as the exploration earlier. He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, and he was shuddering lightly, while you patted his back. You remained like that for quite a while, until 049 pulled back, and you found yourself struggling to stand up.
“049,” You began, the world spinning as the exhaustion threatened to take you down. A glance at the clock revealed it had been around forty minutes, “I think I’m going to have to cut this short.”
“Are you hurt?” He asked, almost feverishly frightened, “Have I harmed you? I–“
“No, it’s just SCP-714. I’ll be fine after I take it off,” You assured, before pausing, “We‘ll try this again some other time, okay?”
049 took your hand in his one final time, “You have given me something I never thought I’d have again. Thank you, my flower.”
You smiled and made a little embarrassed noise, but made a mental note to request SCP-714 again sometime in the future.
