SCP x Fem! Reader

Y/N's P.O.V.

I woke up slowly, a soft yawn escaping my lips as I stretched beneath the covers. My body ached from the strain of the past few days, the constant tension, the unpredictability of every moment. But now, wrapped in the comfort of my bed, for the first time in what felt like ages, I allowed myself a brief moment of peace.

The light streaming through the cracks in the blinds was soft, warm—a stark contrast to the sterile, cold environment I had been trapped in for what seemed like forever. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I just stared up at the ceiling, the unfamiliar silence almost soothing. It felt good to be still for a moment, to breathe without the weight of every possible danger hanging over me.

I stretched again, my muscles protesting the movement but eventually settling as I shifted my body. I glanced over at the bed where The Doctor and The Mask had apparently taken up residence. The two of them were asleep in their respective corners of the room, though the Doctor was sitting upright with his back against the wall, his mask slightly tilted. It was almost amusing how they seemed to have found some strange comfort in each other's company, despite their stark differences.

I sat up slowly, wincing as I rubbed my eyes and tried to shake off the fog of sleep. The events of the last few days were a blur—too much had happened. Too many threats. Too many things that didn't make sense. But I had to keep moving forward. I had to protect them and make sure they were okay, even if it meant risking my own safety.

I slipped my feet onto the floor, wincing slightly at the coldness of the tiles. I glanced toward the window again, the daylight growing stronger outside, signaling that it was time to rise. I wasn't sure what was waiting for me beyond the walls of my room, but I knew I couldn't stay here forever.

The Mask stirred a bit, his sharp eyes opening just a sliver. He watched me for a moment before offering a lazy, teasing grin.

"Good morning, my dear," he said in that mockingly sweet voice of his, though there was a hint of sincerity underneath it all. "I trust you slept well, despite the company."

I smirked back at him, despite the lingering exhaustion. "I'm alive, aren't I? That's something." I looked at the Doctor too, still deeply asleep—if you could call it that. It was hard to tell with him. His mask seemed almost... too still.

I didn't want to wake them just yet. There was time for that later. I needed a moment to get my bearings, to think through everything. The last few weeks had been chaotic, a roller coaster of fear and action. Now, though? It was like the calm before another storm. And I couldn't afford to let my guard down.

I stood up fully, walking over to my drawers and pulling out some fresh clothes. I moved quietly, deliberately, not wanting to disturb them just yet. Even as I focused on getting ready, my thoughts were with The Doctor and The Mask. They had both become... a constant, something I didn't know whether to embrace or keep at arm's length. They were both so different, yet in some strange way, they both cared for me. Or at least, I think they did.

The Mask's words echoed in my mind: I can protect you. A part of me wondered if he truly meant it, or if he saw me as some sort of plaything to entertain himself. But then again, The Doctor... he was different. More serious, more distant, but still so... complicated.

There were too many questions about them, and too many things I didn't understand. But I couldn't afford to dwell on that right now. I needed to stay focused. The silence in the room felt heavy, pressing against me, suffocating in a way. I had to make decisions soon—what would happen if I was classified as an SCP?