SCP x Fem! Reader

Stumbling back, your breath hitched as you locked eyes with the figure that had just grabbed you.

SCP-049.

The Plague Doctor stood tall, his black robes pristine despite the chaos unfolding in the facility. His gloved hand remained outstretched as if he intended to steady you, though his silver eyes—glinting beneath the shadow of his beaked mask—were unreadable.

"049?" you muttered, exhaling sharply. "What's the meaning of this?"

Before he could answer, he lifted a gloved finger to your lips, silencing you.

Heavy bootfalls echoed down the hallway, the rhythmic pounding of personnel—or something else—moving past the both of you. You remained frozen, barely daring to breathe.

When the footsteps faded into the distance, you exhaled shakily and pushed his hand away.

"Are you who they're looking for?" you asked in a hushed voice.

049 shook his head.

Your heart pounded harder. "Is it a Keter-class?"

Again, he shook his head.

A cold shiver crawled down your spine. "Oh... shit."

Then, you felt it.

A wave of oppressive, unnatural energy surged through the facility, a force so overwhelming it sent a sharp pain lancing through your skull. It wasn't like any SCP presence you had encountered before. This was something worse—something beyond Keter, beyond control.

Your stomach twisted as realization dawned.

"Apollyon," you whispered.

The air in the facility became thick—charged with something that made every nerve in your body scream. Your vision blurred at the edges, a throbbing pressure crushing your temples. Instinctively, you turned, pressing your forehead against 049's chest, seeking some kind of anchor from the overwhelming force pressing down on you.

049 stiffened but did not push you away.

The energy coursed through the walls, the floors, through you, setting your body on edge. Your fingers curled into his robes, and you forced yourself to breathe—slow, steady, controlled.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the energy vanished.

No lingering presence. No residual force. Just... silence.

A terrible silence.

You blinked, disoriented, before realizing that 049's arms were wrapped around you—not forceful, not restraining, but in an almost protective manner.

It took him a moment before he let go, stepping back as if realizing what he had done.

You straightened yourself, nodding as you steadied your breath. "Thank you," you murmured.

A brief pause. Then you cleared your throat, regaining your composure. "We need to check on the others."

049 flinched ever so slightly. You caught the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched at the word SCP.

You softened your expression. "I'm sorry," you said, understanding his discomfort.

He said nothing, but the tension in his posture eased.

You continued, "I doubt the Foundation is calling for backup anytime soon. If something that powerful just breached containment, we're on our own. We need to ensure the others are safe. Follow me."