SCP x Reader One shots

Don't-||SCP-035 [Part 1]

To be honest, you always thought Doctor Ivan is just tormenting you by just simply assigning you to a Keter class. He hates you so much.

"What are you waiting for, Doctor (Y/n)? A demotion?"

You simply smiled, "No, a promotion." And you hastily exit his office.

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"Ah, mon ami! We're meant to be since you're always wanting to be with me~." SCP-035 happily sighs while armed guards pushed your back with the mouth of their guns as you walk in his cell.

Your face contorts into disgust while the guards went to their positions, "We're far from that, SCP-035. Besides, my shifts are apparently assigned to you, thanks to Doctor Obtuse." You murmur the last part to yourself. Who knows what'll happen if the guards heard that?

"Aww, don't be all sour just because I'm the first thing you thought of, mademoiselle!" SCP-035 mused while you sat on a metal chair; pretty much unconvinced.

'It's mostly about negativity I'm thinking about.' You thought to yourself just because of SCP-035's previous claim.

You shook your head in an annoyed manner, "Stop dawdling around. I have an assignment to complete." You place the clipboard on the cold, metallic table.

You did not notice your lab coat's sleeves adjust to expose your bandaged-arm when you first placed the clipboard. SCP-035 happened to notice it.

"Mon ami."

You snap your attention to SCP-035 who called you, "Yes? My patience should grow thin if this were a waiting game, again."

SCP-035 chuckles at your disgruntled figure, "Wouldn't it be great if you stopped using the razor?" He sounded awfully serious.

You immediately pull down the sleeves of your coat to conceal your wounds, "I tried… but I can't stop." You shrug nonchalantly as if the topic wasn't much of a concern.

The air around you is tense. Why the hell would you even talk about your problems to a mask who is capable of a breach?

You felt like your senior is watching you via the CCTV. That smug bitch. Oh, and also, SCP-035 is somehow intensely looking at your exasperated figure.

"Can you not?" You're the first to break the silence which you're glad for.

"To be honest, mon ami, I am certainly willing to help you in any way. Just please drop the razor." SCP-035 pleads as if you were going to jump a building any time, which you probably will-

You gave him a strained smile, "You can help me by letting me wear you so I can end this all."

The mood suddenly dropped since you swore you heard a pin drop. You can literally hear the guards' hushed voices as they chatter with each other. Probably because of your questionable remarks.

SCP-035's expression suddenly contorts into confusion- then into concern, "What… do you… mean?" He was far from feigning concern. He ACTUALLY is concerned.

You press your lips into a thin line, "Well-" "Play time's over, Doctor (Y/n)." An oh-so familiar voice interrupts.

Doctor Ivan's seemingly frail hand gripped your shoulder as if an eagle was perched atop and is digging its nails on your flesh. He looked dead serious and mad at you.

The dull senior's glare darkened, "I said play time's over, Doctor (Y/n)." His sneer made your blood freeze.

You wince at how his nails are harshly digging your skin, "All right." You stood up in front of Doctor Ivan.

Doctor Ivan then gripped your wrist and dragged you out of SCP-035's cells. Two of the guards went out to escort you and Doctor Ivan.

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You sat on a plastic chair in shame and anger while Doctor Ivan impatiently clicked his pen. You don't even know why you deserve to stay in his office right now. Your shift hasn't even ended yet.

"I just can't fathom why depressed fuck-ups like you just shut up while working?" Your senior mused as a dirty look was sent your way.

You furrow your eyebrows as you bow your head. You're immensely confused, what did he mean about 'shut up'? Isn't it your task to talk?

"What do you mean by that, sir?" You clenched your teeth in frustration.

Doctor Ivan harshly set his pen down and stood up menacingly, "What I mean by that is, why can't you just keep shut of your own pitiful thoughts?"

You stood up just to copy his actions, "Well, sir, if people like you exist, I would gladly take the piss." You sneer.

Doctor Ivan went aside his desk and stomped towards you, "This is a professional area, Doctor (Y/n). This fucking foundation doesn't give a damn of anyone's condition."

Your form shrank as you slowly inch away from the pissed off researcher.

Doctor Ivan shook his head in disapproval, "Pathetic." He turned his back.

"Get your stuff ready. You're going to be moved to another area."

Your mouth hung wide open. Did you hear it right? Is he actually going to demote you?

You raised a finger to question his hasty decision, but a firm glare answers it all.

"Out. Now."

You immediately scurry off his office without second thought.

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"Oh dear (Y/n), what have they done to you?" SCP-035 laments to himself while the guards yawn in annoyance.

"I hope to aid you… even if it means overkill." The pristine mask hums the last part to himself, however a few guards heard the word and shivered.

"Oi, could ya shut up, 035?" The sleazy guard raised his gun; perfectly directing itself to SCP-035's.

SCP-035 simply shunned the guard from his sight and continues to lament about how he wants to help you from your struggles in the foundation.

He'll do anything to prevent you from ending it all.

Why is he even infatuated with you?