Contained : Various SCPs X Fem!Reader

(Y/N)'s PoV:

I was sprawled out on the cold, metal floor of my cell. "079? Are you still there?" I mumbled. "YES," he answered. The black and white face on the monitor disappeared when he finished his response.

"What's been going on in the facility? Nobody's gave me food in a whole week!" I whined, throwing my hands into the air. The AI whirred, "{INITIATING HUMOR RESPONSE} HA-HA. HA-HA." The face was gone again.

I stood up, getting close to the monitor, "Please? I'm about to die. Just tell me what the workers are doing!" SCP-079 obeyed, spilling how they were busy running tests on the security around the facility.

After hours of talking to 079, my door cracked open. I stared at the stoic face peeking in. "SCP-5513. You'll be having an interview with Watch. Come now."

Nothing better to do, so I followed. They seated me in a different part of my room. A man cautiously walked in before taking a seat in the chair in front of me. "Hello," he simply spoke.

I nodded. "Watch" skimmed over the clipboard with his tired eyes. "First question... do you have anything you need to say before this?" I nodded again, "Actually, I'm fucking starving in here. You guys haven't gave me anything to eat in a week."

He glanced off to the side before sighing, "I'm sorry. I'll try to have some D-Classes come in here to drop off some food." I tilted my head, "D-Classes?"

Watch looked back up at me, "Prisoners. They're like our dummies." He moved onto the first question, "It's been noted that you and 079 are quite the pair. Do you confirm this statement?"

I leaned back to stare fondly at the camera monitor where 079 would appear, "We're good friends. He keeps me updated and in return, I let out all my frustrations at him. He's like a therapist." Watch scribbled notes down.

"I noticed you referred 079 as a male. Is it true?" My whole body shook as a particularly strong gust of wind shot from the vents. "Y-yes... I th-thought it was obvious d-due to h-his voice..." He grew more interested, "You all have genders, correct? Does that prove that you and all the other SCPs are capable of breeding?" The next question rolled along.

My face grew warm, it defrosted the ice around my hair, "O-oh! W-well... I do have the... necessary parts for reproduction. Not sure about the others though." More scratching on the notepad.

"Are you afraid of anything? If so, what is it and why?" I mumbled with a finger to my lips, "106. Every night when I'm trying to sleep, he phases through my wall and gives me a horrible scare! I hate him!"

Watch smiled softly, "Maybe I can convince the scientists to keep 106 in a more secure area next ti—" The man on the other side of the glass spoke into the intercom, "Watch. Do not make promises with the SCPs."

"When 079 isn't with you, how do you react?" This was a good question, I've never noticed how I acted. "Huh... I just get all sad and alone. Melancholy." He leaned in, winking playfully, "Then tomorrow, I'll bring in 999."

I giggled at the thought of that guy. Next question, "Why can't 079 open your cell door?" I huffed, "The door is all iced up. That's why you had trouble getting in. The frost'll just reappear, reappear, reappear no matter what."

   It was silent for the next minute. Watch continued, "What do you think of... 173?" I hummed, "I've never seen him before, but I do recall reading his file." More note taking.

Watch tapped his pencil against his jaw, looking flustered. The scientist behind the glass scolded him, "Continue the interview. If not, we won't hesitate to lock you in there." Watch mumbled before sighing, "I did not write this one. If you had a choice, would you create offspring with 079?"

I bared my sharp teeth, "What!? No!" The familiar, monotone voice filled me in, "I AM NOT ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN. IF I PRODUCE SEMEN," 079 paused before returning to the conversation, "IT WOULD SHORT CIRCUIT ME." Watch wrote it down.

"Why does 079 remember you quite clearly?" Before I could answer, 079 himself butted in, "I SEE 5513 MOST OF THE TIME. IT IS HARD TO FORGET. SHE IS MY," another pause, "FRIEND."

Watch laughed, "Never thought I'd hear 079 say that." 079 responded, "[REDACTED]." I giggled, "Nice."

When Watch left, I plopped onto my bed. Just before I closed my eyes, corrosion covered the ceiling on top of me. 106 dropped harshly onto my stomach. "Wha's poppin'?" He smirked.

   I growled. The mouth on my stomach bit onto 106's foot. He yelped and hopped off, landing on his back. I turned over, facing the wall. I heard his slimy footsteps, "I just want to help this time," he muttered.

   "I'm trying to help all the SCPs escape. C'mon." I groaned and sat up quickly, smacking him backwards slightly. "Who's out of their cells?" 106 grinned, "Right now? It's 096. Since nobody watches his camera feed in fear."

   The thought of leaving actually sounded nice. I nodded slowly, "Fine. I'll leave." 106 waited for a high-five, I ignored it before walking towards the metal door.

   In an instant, I got close to it and allowed my second mouth to chew through a piece of metal poking out from the door. Then, it gripped a large chunk of the steel and ripped the door out.

   My second mouth could chew through steel beams, something I could've done a long time ago. Before leaving, I looked back. 106 was already gone.

   I glanced at the monitor across my room, "079, help 106 unlock some doors." I heard a mechanical click from somewhere far off, signaling that he heard. I roamed the hallways.

   Next thing I know, I'm lost. When I turned the corner, I ran into someone.

   "Who are you?"