『you』Scp-49 x Scp!Reader

『Chapter 3』

I laughed. The guards though, weren't to impressed and pointed their weapons at me. I raised my shackled hands.

"You know, Kitty would say, sacrifices must be made. She's the one who talked to me about my new ability."

The guards lowered their guns and quickly called the cleanup crew.

"Hey, put the ash into a pot, send it to the family, free cremation, am I right?"

I laughed again. The guards parted to allow a janitor through, the old man quickly brushing up the ash and leaving.

"Hey when you tell Kitty about this, tell her I said hi, or just giver her the camera tape. I'm sure she'd love to see it."

The guards looked at me with a disgusted stare before leaving to stand on the other side of the door.

I sighed.

"Oli, entertain me."

I said before sliding the tray near the door. The static filled the room.

"That was a terrible thing you did, you killed that poor girl."

I shrugged.

"SCPs kill d class all the time, i don't see why I'm different. Besides, aren't all the D class guilty of some crime and would be put in death penalty?"

If they're gonna treat me like a monster, I might as well act like one.

"It doesn't mean you should kill them, do you want to be changed to keter?"

"I wouldn't mind it. I don't really care."

I paused for a second.

"I'm euclid, right? And so is SCP-049, yeah? Has 049 killed anyone?"

Oliver was silent for a moment.

"Yes. But that--"

"then why hasn't he been changed?"

Oli was again silent.

"That's classified."

I glared at the camera.

"So why are you threatening me."

"That classified."

"Dick."

I finished.

The static filled the room, signifying that the microphones cut off. I sighed and tapped on the table beside my bed, before looking at (y/f/h). One of the worst things about being in containment was the boredom.

I wish they'd install a radio or something. The cage wasn't always silent, sometimes I could hear doors closing or alarms going off, only to be a minor containment breach.

With nothing to do, I tried to talk to Oliver.

"Do you have a radio in that office? Like one that plays music. Because if, and I'm probably right, you have to sit there all day watching me you must get bored."