Different (Yandere!SCP Foundation x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 7: You

....

The SCP felt warm again. No one could see it but he was smiling, his face under the mask was warm and red.

He felt really happy having you in his arms, feeling content and at peace. He couldn't quite describe it that well yet, but this is the first time he has ever felt this kind of feeling.

SCP-049 hugged you closer laying his head on top of yours.

'Whatever I am feeling right now, I hope this feeling would not disappear..'

SCP-049 closed his eyes, feeling bliss just by your presence and the touch you were allowing for him to give to and recieve from you. He feels that he should protect you from this world so plagued with the pestilence, so full of sickness that only he could perceive and understand.

He opened one of his eyes and took a glance at the unconscious sick woman who had the intent to kill you in his presence, he'd be sure to make the woman feel more pain, to suffer from what she had done and attempted upon you.

He slowly feels anger bubbling within in him just by remembering what had happened moments prior, but for now, all he wants to focus on was your presence and touch. So he closed his eyes, burying his head on the crook of your neck, cradling and cuddling you closer in his arms. Every breath you took and the slow pace of your heartbeat made him feel much more relaxed, as if he wasn't trapped in this miserable facility, as if he was free with the only person he cared for the most, living a life somewhere away from chaos and sickness.

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But sadly that feeling faltered after a voice spoke from the intercom, disrupting his moment of bliss.

"We will be disposing of the bodies now, SCP-049."

A moment of silence past before the man behind the intercom spoke again.

"Please step aside. Do not try to escape or we will give you'll be reprimanded and denied from receiving any patients for a long time."

The SCP didn't want to let you go so he held on to you tighter before standing up, still with you secured in his arms.

"I would not try to escape, as long as you leave the unconscious woman who had the intent to kill the person in my arms."

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In the other side of the glass, the scientists have been taking long notes of everything that has transpired in SCO-049's chamber.

"You truly are a special specimen... (Y/n) (L/n)... perhaps you are the person that he purposely brought here..." Dr. Zero muttered, tone laced with fascination.

'Or maybe someone who wasn't supposed to be here in the first place...'

Dr. Zero stared at you form intently through the glass of 049's cell, he knew you were still alive. So he nodded, signalling for the others to agree on the Plague Doctor's proposal.

The person closest to the intercom, pressed the intercom button.

"We hope you'll be true to your word, 049."

...

You moved in 049's arms, indicating that you were waking up or maybe you were already awake, finding the buzz of the speaker annoying.

The SCP slightly clenched his jaw, but relaxed after he huffed out a puff of air. He didn't like that the speaker woke you up and he disliked seeing you leave his side.

He felt his chest clench.

He should find a way to escape this facility with you. This place was just too dangerous for someone like you. He knew the look you were giving that sick woman earlier, you must have lost someone dear to you. You must have seen the sick woman as someone you had met before, or maybe you felt that they acted the same as someone you despised of.

Whatever it was, he didn't like that look...

..

049 heard footsteps coming closer, he didn't realise that his chamber doors had already opened. He must have been very deep in his thoughts to not have realised.

He gently placed you down, making you sit in the corner of his cell, but not before leaving a kiss on your knuckle.

"Ti'll we meet again, my dear." He whispered in your ear, before standing up in his full height.

Backing up to the other side, watching as the armed guard took you away.. Away from him..

He felt the familiar clench in his chest once again, but this time it feels harder to breath. He brought his hand up on his chest, clenching his fabric-like skin.

'I already miss you, my precious dove.'