SCP-049 x Reader - Untouchable

[13– Don't Look]

   We were on our way down the halls once more, as 049 had woken me back in the storage room a good ten minutes or so ago. The plague doctor had enlightened to me that none of the files in there had been useful, and hadn't even mentioned me once. None of it surprised me.

   As we moved, I took notice to how the lights seemed to be gradually dimmer than what they once were. In the distance came an abrupt banging sound, but it was too far away to cause any sort of concern. Though I did wonder what or who made it.

   049 himself was hazy, which I could only associate with the blood loss from his gunshot wound. After all, I hadn't done the best job with it, even if it wasn't completely terrible. His footsteps were lagged a bit, and I could tell by his slight slouching that it was getting to him.

   "You need some rest," I pointed out bluntly.

   The anomaly halted, and I almost bumped into him in turn. "I... Suppose I do, yes." Even in his voice, that drained feeling came from him.

   Over the topic, I began to wonder: "Do you even need sleep?"

   His head angled to peer over his shoulder and at me. "No, I do not. I wouldn't say I even can."

   Starting up again, it turned a corner in what I assumed a search for a room to reside in.

   Of course, I followed after him, still feeling a bit tired myself. Things were a lot more quiet with 173 gone. The silence left my mind so loud. "You're not even concerned about how much time we'll be wasting?"

   "I'll ease up for about twenty minutes or so," came from him flatly. "Time is of the essence after all." I watched the fabrics of his tunic sway with his movements. Even if I was glad it would be so short, I was also a little  irritated by it due to him always having forced me to rest up for so long.

   "Good."

      It wasn't long before we reached a room worth staying in, and we both entered it. It seemed like some sort of break room. Chairs aligned a coffee table with a vending machine near one corner.

   Shutting the door behind me, the doctor had honed in on one of the chairs, slumping down into it when he arrived at it. I lightly shook my head, watching as his entire body practically melted into the seat.

   Lowering my hand from the door handle and back to my side, I took gradual steps into the room, observing my new surroundings. Though, I was mostly enamoured with the vending machine. As such, I began to near the box of bright, flashy colours.

   I stopped my tracks about a foot away from the front of it, getting a better look at the machine. It was mostly an array of pale blue and a vibrant red and yellow, bubble scattered about lightly. The main frame was black, of course, and an illuminated keypad was fixed next to the colourful graphics.

   One one of my brows quirked up. What if it's an SCP? I snorted at that thought. Am I really getting that paranoid? Why would they just have an SCP out like this in a break room? That'd be weird, right?

   I observed the contents of the vending machine through the glass, the various snacks taunting me. It occurred to me that I hadn't eaten in a while. In specifics, I didn't know how long, but it was definitely long enough for my stomach to growl at me to bust through the glass.

   Giving into that urge, I twisted my head around the place to look for anything I could break the glass with. "Hm..." 049 didn't seem to be paying any mind to what I was doing; his back was turned towards me.