Schizophrenic!Reader
Requested by @EvilFlowersBlooming
Having been admitted into a mental hospital due to my hallucinations, both visual and vocal, I only thought I was being transferred to a different facility. Well, that was true, but it wasn't another mental hospital. I quickly learnt the monsters I was seeing in this new facility weren't a figment of my imagination.
The first one I had met had been SCP 173, as the facility managers call it. It didn't look all that scary, nor did it seem too threatening. Considering I had gone in with two other people and, as long as we maintained eye contact with the SCP, we would be safe. We never got to know what would happen if we were to look away from it, but whatever.
I start to wonder what other beings they have in here. I was told by one of the other D-Class; I've made friends with them durn our lunches, about a large reptilian that hated all humans and was unkillable. He also told me of a theatre mask that could change its emotion on the mask and force anyone in the room with it to make them put the mask on. That was a weird one.
I'm shaken out of my thoughts, literally, by an MTF. My eyes slowly focus on him. I stand up as I realize I'm going to be escorted somewhere.
"It's too early for lunch, so which SCP am I seeing today?" I tiredly ask. He doesn't answer me, as expected, and simply pulls me out of my cell. I sigh happily as we enter Light Containment. "So Safe or not-so-dangerous Euclid. Not bad, not bad. I hope it's that orange happy blobby guy. He's adorable."
The MTF chuckles lowly. "Far off, sweetheart. Don't look at the face of this SCP and you'll be fine." I raise an eyebrow, slowly exhaling. "So it's a Euclid. Still, not too bad." I hum.
He stops at a door, just outside plastered one of those identification plates. "SCP 096. The picture is of his back." I observed. I hesitantly walked into the room, bile rising in my throat due to the smell.
"Look up." A voice whispered. I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut. I shake my head. "No." I respond.
I hear shuffling, and soft crying. "Look at him. He's sad. Help him." The voice whispers again. "Look at him. Don't you want to help him?" Many voices chorus. I groan as I grip my hands over my ears, digging my nails into the surrounding skin. "Shut up." I mutter.
"Look at him. Look at him. Look at him. Look at him. Look at him. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIM." I cry as the voices grow louder, influencing me to do as told. I snap my eyes open and look at the SCP, immediately regretting the action. I'm face to face with it.
I gasp as I stumble back, shocked by the appearance. He doesn't move, only stares at me curiously. Tear streaks are left on both his cheeks, small scars littering his face, presumably small nicks from his razor claws.
I stare right back at him, breathing heavily. He slowly crawls closer, sitting a few inches in front of me. I'm quick to pull him into a hug, softly rubbing his back.
"See?" A voice taunts. I can only imagine if it were a real person, their arms would be crossed with a smug look on their face.
"A....re you-u ok..ay?" A broken voice asks. I slowly nod back to the SCP's question.
I sigh as I rest my head in the crook of his neck, rocking him back and forth. "Are you okay?" I quietly ask back. I feel him nod against my shoulder, causing me to gently grin.
"Awesome."
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So this was short but that's okay. I hope you guys like it!
