SCP-049 x Reader - Untouchable

[5 — Nightmare]

A/N:

And where did these 101 reads come from?! I know that may night seem all that important, but I honestly didn't expect anybody to read this, so that's awesome to me!

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   Now with a statue with an attitude and two chirpy eyeballs on our heels, 049 and I continued even further through the facility, our footsteps and 173's rock scrapings against the floor were accompanied by the distant wails and screams of those victim to the horrors the people here had contained. Had once contained, rather.

   My head was still pounding, thoughts about those files filling my mind as I did my best to block out the blood-curdling cries surrounding us every few minutes or so.

   At some point, in one of the halls, a giant fan rested and jutted out from one of the walls way above us, taking up at least a third of the wall. We were passing by it when it had suddenly turned on with a loud thrum before the usual whirring occurred. I was so still shaken up about things at that point that I had jumped and had immediately clung to 049, expecting to be attacked at any moment.

   "Clingy so suddenly?" The doctor had said, giving a hum and a single pat on one of my shoulders whilst I had sheepishly slugged off of him. "Doctor, I know you can take care of yourself."

   173 had hissed: "Doctor? They're one of those nerds?"

   I had only shaken my head and continued forward, wanting to find that courage and fearlessness 049 had kept saying I had.

   I didn't know why he did. I didn't know who I was in the past, or if I'd ever gain that mindset ever again. I was scared and I was unsure of everything, and I would no doubt be left with permanent scars from the facility— If I even made it out alive.

   Even now, as we were still roaming the halls, was I looking at every dark corner and flinching at every sound. I had even done it when 049 had spoken up to me.

   "[Name], it appears that you're exhausted, and even more than earlier. I think we should stop." His tone was unusually more gentle.

   I shook my head. "No, no..." Now that I had thought about it and focused on my state of being more properly, I had to at least admit to myself that I was in a miserable state.

   Every bone in my body was the weight of a stone, my fingers were bitter with ice, and I could feel the soles of my feet complain with every step as it pressed against the inside of my shoes. It was hard to have my brain even function, as it had been so compressed with ailing thoughts over where I was.

   "You can't keep going if your body is in poor condition." The doctor continued to urge. "You should remember that." The first time we had taken a break— Back when I had discovered those files.

   "Staying still is boring!" 173 complained, even if the conversation didn't involve him.

   My voice was drained. "What he said..." Not that I actually completely agreed with the statue, but I'd say just about anything to keep going. I wanted to find those papers my past self had left and escape the facility.

   I stiffened when I felt a hand wrap around my forearm, causing me to stop in my tracks. "Doctor's orders, [Name]. I don't mind stopping if you need to."

   My upper lip furled. What does it matter to him? "I... I'm fine." I wasn't. "I can keep going." I couldn't. "J-Just let go of me." Don't.