Remedy (SCP-049 x Reader)

Chapter 3: "A Slap in the Face"

"Oh, I see." You said, understanding a bit more.

"Don't forget, you have to still follow protocol. That's restraints, and four guards.. two on each side of the containment cell's door," Sherman said with concern, "-and above all, don't let SCP-049 touch you. There's no guarantee you won't.."

"We aren't sure what happens when SCP-049 touches an individual he deems unafflicted by his 'pestilence'. We also don't want to see what happens, not to you, at least. You are too valuable a researcher to lose to such a study." Itkin said.

"There's not a lot of people he deems.. unafflicted.. it seems." You said solemnly.

Sherman nodded, "It's unfortunate, but if we are lucky enough to come across a D-Class he doesn't intend to cure, it'll be interesting to see what happens during such a situation."

You nodded in return.

At the end of the meeting, it was decided that you can return to work with 049 whenever you wanted. The main difference between your previous job and this one, was that you were no longer the responsibility of Dr. Itkin and Dr. Sherman.

If you were to get into an accident with any SCP without the two around, you'd be ultimately responsible. Well, depending on the circumstances, of course.

In the case of a breach...

You shook your head.

That's not something to think about right now. You should focus on the positive.

You get to continue working with 049! As a Head Researcher, at that!

"Wait, did we tell them about 049's current activity..?" Sherman asked Itkin after you left the room.

"...Shit." Itkin cursed, grabbing Sherman and quickly running out the room after you.

Arriving at 049's containment cell, you decided to surprise him, using your new com to request four guards for this surprise meeting.

The doors opened, the two guards following you in.

"Doctor! I'm was hoping you wouldn't mind putting on your restraints, I'd like to-" You started, looking up from your clip board of topics you scribbled down on the way.

049's back was turned to you, a mangled corpse laying in front of him on the operation table in the back of his containment cell.

049 turned to you in shock, his gloves covered with blood from fingertip to elbow.

"Y/N? What brings you here?" He asks curiously, "It may take me a second, I'm in the middle of an experiment, unfortunately."

You've never seen a cadaver in your life.

Of course, you've seen photos but...

This looks nothing like the photos.

It looks like a child was given scissors and went to town on a stuffed animal...

Your blood ran cold and quickly you shook, the stench of blood and other organic components filling your nose.

Who gave 049 clearance to dissect and experiment...? He only just got clearance again for in-person meetings with anyone, even D-Class...

"Doctor...?" 049 asked, tilting his head.

"What is- is- that's-," You took a breath, quickly covering your mouth as nausea hitting you like a wave.

The room was.. spinning? Was this an anomalous effect new to 049?

Quickly, you lost feeling in your knees, hitting the ground and feeling pairs of hands catch you from completely collapsing.