SCP-049 x Reader - Untouchable

Chapter 17

   It was mostly empty of trinkets, boxes being strewn about. A sheet-less bed was pressed into one corner, an opened door revealed a bathroom at the foot of it, a standing closer in another corner, and a desk with a chair over in another. The boxes weren't the neatest, some even having been knocked on the floor with various things flowing strewn out of it. My best inference was that they had left in a hurry, like they were working on removing my things before the breach. Why the door was pulled in, I hadn't known.

   "I presume this was a place where you had stayed?" Came 049, scanning the room with me.

   "I guess?" It my best possibility, anyhow. "Mhm... Maybe I could find those papers here?" The ones the logs spoke of.

   The doctor was peering into the bathroom, though at specifically what in there, I hadn't known. "Perhaps..." He was distant in tone, before beginning to move towards the said bathroom.

   Growing a bit worried, I couldn't help but trail after him, his dark figure being of high contrast to the white colours of the small room. What's he...? I entered soon enough, and he was staring into the mirror, hands loosely interlaced with one another in front of and against him.

   With gradual footsteps, I approached him, eyes fixated on the reflection of the room. The mirror was somewhat filthy, yet it wasn't enough to obscure anything. I refused to look at myself, instead only staring into 049's eyes through the reflection.

   His words were mumbled melancholically. "I hadn't seen myself in... A long time." The doctor's hands parted, reaching up to his face in the pacing of molasses. Faint ruffling of his second skin was audible, his gloved digits pressed to the sides of his chitinous mask. Each movement was delicate, as if he were suddenly aware he could fall apart if he were too rough with himself.

   A single, light huff escaped him. "Hadn't aged a day."

   A smile found itself tugging at my lips. "Don't worry, you look good."

   "Hm?" His eyes flicked to me. "Oh, of course. As do you."

   It was only when his gloved hand landed on my shoulder opposite of him did I dare look at myself.

   My [colour] skin was drenched in sweat, beads of unpalatable liquid lingering on the sides of my forehead. Sagging underneath my eyes were dark rings that could've passed a bad makeup job if I so desired, and the lids just above them were dropping at a concerning level. The jumpsuit I wore was disheveled immensely. Scruffy wrinkles adorned several areas, and dried blood was splattered all over the orange fabric. I was practically a walking corpse.

   And yet... 'As do you.'

   I didn't see it, but I couldn't really feel bothered to argue.

   Pulling away, I turned and had began to make my way for the exit. "Well, I need to actually look through things, so I'll leave you to stare at yourself."

   As I made it back to actual room, I was able to hear him behind me. "Oh, no, no, you misinterpret me, [Name]. I'll assist you."

   "Good... There's a lot to go through, here—"

   I paused in both statement and my tracks at the sight of something that wasn't there before. It was rummaging through one of the boxes on the floor, and I only wondered what it would've been searching for. It appeared to be some sort of brown stuffed bear, a black bow fastened around its fabricated neck.

   I wasn't sure what to do, and it appeared 049 hadn't either, as he was frozen and and silent behind me. The both of us just stood there and watched it, questioning whether it was a threat or not.