SCP High ~Reader Insert~

(Y/n) stared in awe at the building in front of them. It was fucking huge! So huge that they were assigned a buddy to give them a tour. The (H/C) human turned their gaze from the school to a piece of paper. 'Your guide will be SCP-085, your roommate. Meet her at the main office.' There appeared to be directions to the place. (Y/n) quickly walked to their destination, avoiding all the SCP students staring at them.

Thankfully, (Y/n) made it to the office without any...complications. They met their new roommate, Cassandra, and she took them around the building. Or at least, what parts they would need to know.
"Some of the students here are classified as SCP's. An example would be me, SCP-085. Each SCP has a category they belong to," Cassandra explained to the new student.

"Okay? This is very confusing," (Y/n) mumbled.

Cassandra offered a small smile before continuing, "in a way. SCP's are categorized by 3 subjects: Safe, Euclid, and Keter. Safe SCP's are the ones you'll want to hang around for they generally don't want to hurt you. Euclid SCP's are...well, they would want to hurt you if you provoke them, I suppose. Keter SCP's... Just, do me a favor (Y/n) and stay away from them. They're dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt on your first day."

(Y/n) nodded in understanding, then proceeded to ask, "which category do you belong to, Cassandra?"

The black haired girl in front of (Y/n) laughed, "please, call me Cassy. I'm Safe, don't worry." She offered a trustworthy smile and gestured to continue, "let's head to our living quarters."

Upon arriving, (Y/n) notices 6 others messing around in what seems to be a living area. Cassy explained to the newbie that a maximum of 8 students lives in a building. The first floor consists of the kitchen, living room, dining room, bathrooms, and one 'containment room', whatever that is. The second floor is where 'Billy and Sheldon' sleep. The third floor is where Cassy and (Y/n) will be sleeping. The fourth floor is where 'Larry and Charlie' sleep. Lastly, the fifth floor is where 'Terry and 682' sleep. Cassy made sure to warn (Y/n) about 682. She said to never call him by his real name, only his number. To be sure, the girl never told (Y/n) his real name.

(Y/n) studied each of the students. Sitting on a chair with a book about plagues, diseases and such was a male who looked much older than the (boy/girl) sat. He had dark, almost black, brown hair with matching stubble. The (hair colour)ed human couldn't see his eyes, but they could tell he had pale skin. He wore all black, aside from an orange jacket lying next to him with the numbers 049 written on it. Cassy warned them about him but said they should still befriend the 'Doctor'.

Next to 049... Actually, not next to. On top of 049 was another male. He had bleach orange coloured hair, green goggles, tanned skin, some weird red and black marking on his face, and, from what (Y/n) could tell, green eyes. He wore a light orange jacket with 173 written on the back, black and red gloves, and blue jeans. Cassy said to get on his good side but don't hang out with him, he's a dick.

There were three on the couch, watching T.V. Except for one. He was the second tallest on the couch. His head was covered by a brown paper bag. 'That must be the shy one,' (Y/n) thought sadly, 'No one should hide their face because they're shy.' They continued their examination. This guy was superbly pale and skinny. They could only see an orange tank top. Cassy simply said, "he doesn't like when people see his face."

Next to him was a taller male with crazy dark brown hair, darker skin, and dark greenish yellow eyes. Unlike the other three, he was wearing an orange jumpsuit. (Y/n) noticed that there was a smaller boy with bright orange hair sitting on his lap. 'Oh! There are four on the couch, then?' The smaller boys hair was up in a small ponytail, and he was lovingly gazing at the man whose lap he was sitting on. His attire was similar to Cassy's. They were both wearing a sleeveless hoodie, except instead of a dress, the boy had a black turtleneck and shorts. He was really adorable.

Finally, the last guy in the room was an old man. Enough said. He was wearing similar clothes to the crazy-haired man, but his suit was zipped all the way up and he looked like he had some major PTSD.

173 was the first to notice the return of Cassandra and the new kid. "Hey-" he was so exited, he fell onto the floor trying to get off of his friend. Everyone, except for Mr. PTSD, looked at the male as he rushed towards the newbie. "Finally! We've been waiting here for. EVER." (Y/n) noted his voice was a high pitch. 173 grabbed their hand and shook it dramatically, "hello! I'm SCP-173, but you can call me Billy~" The human awkwardly smiled, waiting for Billy to let go of their arm.

The one Billy was sitting on approached, forcing his friend to stop. 049 gave the (male/female) a formal kiss on their hand. (Y/n) blushed. Now they could tell his eyes were a golden brown colour. "Hello. I am SCP-049. Please, just call me Charlie." Charlie pointed towards the one with the bag on his head. "That one over there is SCP-096, whose name is Sheldon. Forgive him, he is very shy." (Y/n) nodded understandingly.

The elderly creep turned towards the student. When he spoke, it sent shivers down their spine, "call me Radical Larry~"

"Shut up you fuckin' pedophile," the crazy-haired one spoke, glaring at Larry. He then focused his attention back on the tv before muttering a low, "sup faggot" to (Y/n).

The boy on his lap smiled, "oh be nice 682!"

"Make me you little shit."

Cassy whispered in (Y/n)'s ear, "this is normal for those two." (Y/n) mouthed an 'o'.

"Don't mind 682!" The orange-haired boy spoke to the person, "he's just a big, misunderstood sweetheart!" He pinched his cheek while saying this.

"Stop FUCKING touching me," 682 growled but made no effort to stop the boy.

Realizing he forgot to introduce himself, he did, "I'm Terry! Or SCP-999. I don't mind what you call me."

(Y/n) rubbed their head. Everyone here, except for Cassy, Charlie, and Sheldon, was so loud. "It's uh, very nice to meet you all, but I would like to rest. It's been," their eyes looked to 085 out of nervousness, "a long and tiring day. Um, where exactly is our room?"

In the end, Cassy showed (Y/n) to their room where they settled on and passed out on their bed. Needless to say, (Y/n) was not ready for what tomorrow had in store.