ALSO: if you are into xMale!Reader stuff, feel free to change the gender on this, I could care less, because what you like is what you like, I can't change that.
(Continuing directly from Ch. 5)
You storm out of the containment cell; anger showing on your face. You could almost strangle someone. One of the guards approach you, but when you shoot him a glare, he pauses.
"Ma'am, did something go wrong?"
Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You just wanted to slap him, but knowing he knew not of what you knew; your best friend's demise was only one of those problems. Inhal
To be exact you worked at some foundation, the foundation. Everyday you spent your time around monster, creatures and artifacts that could potentially kill you. You, being a janitor, only clean their containment cells but that is enough for you to understand just what kind of things you are working with.
Today was suppose to be indifferent from the last. Today you were meant to get up, clean a few hallways and cells, eat, drink and sleep. It seemed fate had other plans. You knew that the moment you heard the alarms…
‘The site is experiencing multiple Keter and Euclid level containment breaches. Full site lock-down initiated’
It was at that moment, you knew you were screwed. The chances of you were escaping were slim, you knew that to be a f
The result was that you are now lying on an operation table having who knows what done to you. You were dazed but still very much conscious when they barely scraped through the finishing touches and stitched you back together.
“The cross blood transfusion has been successful” You heard a voice say. ‘Transfusion’? Who’s blood were they giving you, and why? The doctors began to motion for you to be taken back to your cell while guards dragged you off.
Being thrown into the cell made you realise just how flop
By now, you were desperately craving human contact. The eye pods were as good enough company as any small friendly being could be, but they could not provide the friendly ‘hello’ or reassurance that any human being could do. It was weird, you technically weren’t alone yet you felt a huge void of emptiness and loneliness around you.
You tried engaging SCP 131 A and B in some one sided conversations but those short ‘chats’ didn’t make you feel better one bit. “How are you feeling?” followed by some illegible noise was no where near a proper conversation.
The radio you found not too long ago was not providing anything useful. Yes, y
People blamed you. People told you that it was your fault. People don’t know the truth. All they saw was you, stood in the middle of a blood bath, looking down at the corpses by your feet.
They never knew how you felt. You did nothing, nothing at all, except wake up to the smell of copper and a squishy feeling beneath your body. The terror and fear that washed over you the instance you woke up was immeasurable, that is probably why you were just stood there, too shocked to move a muscle.
“Stop where you are!” “Hands where we can see them!” “Turn around slowly!” “What have you done!” These and a mixture of others were what first hit your ears, first sounds to penetrate the echoing silence in your skull. You wanted to reason wit