SCP-1504, Joe Schemo x GN!Reader headcanons
A/N: My first writing for the SCP universe!
SCP-1504 was âcapturedâ by the SCP Foundation two weeks ago and you were a junior researcher shadowing a senior researcher, Dr. Reed, in collecting data from the subject. Reed told you to limit your reactions when in an interview, donât want the interviewee to gain the upper hand on you. You thought it was a little cold but you needed to be cold here especially if you wanted to climb the ladder to success.
You entered the interview room with Reed and began the interview. He placed his tape recorder down as all three of you sat at the table. You got a good look at SCP-1504 but there wasnât much to see, an average guy with an average build and even the ability of being invulnerable seemed average... at least for the Foundationâs standards.
âIâm senior researcher- Dr. Reed, Iâll be interviewing you today and this is junior researcher Dr. [Y/N], theyâll be shadowing me during this interview.â Reed explained, SCP-1504 seemed to not care at all and didnât even respond. He honestly seemed more interested in a corner of the ceiling.
âBeginning interview of SCP-1504, now.â Reed started and pressed ârecordâ on the tape recorder.
â...Joe, but that doesnât matter anyway.â Even his voice was average...
âThank you, but can I get your last name as well?â
âIt doesnât fucking matter, youâre just gonna ignore me.â
Looks like Joe isnât gonna be the most cooperative interviewee.
âWhat is your birthdate?â He continued to ask, Joe leaned on his arm and seemed busy with the dirt under his nails.
âFuck you.â You almost let out a sigh, you could understand why Joe would be upset with the Foundation putting him under custody. But that was the Foundation. He shouldnât take it out on the staff, most of the staff already had seen things thatâd make the most harden criminal shiver in fear.
âThank you for the year but do you have the month and day?â Reed wrote down â1983â on the data form. You were confused, was he being sarcastic and just guessing Joeâs birthday? Were they even allowed to do that? Maybe Dr. Reed wasnât as professional as you originally thought.
âI didnât give you a fucking year, hey you-â Joe had finally acknowledged you. You barely had any time to think when he continued.
âWatch this.â Joe swung his arm back and landed a hard punch to Reedâs nose. Reed caught his nose and some of the blood draining from it. You stared with a slightly gaped mouth. Jesus, just in 3 minutes the interview was over. Was that a record?
âOh... it seems I got a nosebleed, strange though, Iâm- Iâm usually not prone to random nosebleeds...â Reed commented and you were taken aback a bit,
âExcuse me, Iâll be back.â Reed calmly left the room leaving the you and Joe alone. You wondered if the doctor was doing some type of interrogation technique maybe? Did he want to continue the interview after that? You just wanted to know what was going through his mind. You glanced back to Joe, again, he was leaning back on his hand and seemed preoccupied with admiring the doctorâs blood that was left on his knuckles. What an assholeâŚ
âThat type of behavior wonât be tolerated by the SCP Foundation.â You regretted opening your mouth almost instantly, this is Reedâs interview not yours. Joeâs eyes moved to his knuckles to you. He stopped leaning on his arm and turned his attention to you fully.
âAnd what type of behavior is that, enlighten me, Dr....â He trailed on, you felt some annoyance go through you, he hadnât even remembered your name.
âDr. [Y/N], and assaulting personal wonât be tolerated by the Foundation. Youâre now here and I suggest you abide by our rules. Itâll be easier for all of us but especially for you.â You continued, you knew that this was a bad idea, you were just shadowing but Reed had been your saving grace ever since you started here and you didnât like this asshole thinking that he could get away with hurting others just because he was invulnerable. Joeâs eyes widened.
âYou-You saw that? Hitting- uhh- whatâs his face?â He almost sounded frantic, you were puzzled when Reed came back into the room.
âAgain, Iâm not prone to random nosebleeds, so weird.â He casually remarked and sat next to you again. Joe ignored him and frantically reached over the table and grabbed you by the lab coat, his face just inches from yours.
âDo. You. See. Me?â He repeated. After a moment of silent contact you answered.
âU-uh yes?â You sputtered out before discreetly reaching for the panic button under the table. You pressed it. Then you pressed it again, and again. Nothing. No guards were storming in to contain the subject. Joe continued to stare into your eyes, did he think you were lying? Though why on earth would anyone lie about that?
âYou can see me...â Joe slowly murmured before gently letting go of your coat and sitting back down onto his seat. His eyes continued to not break with yours. You kept hitting the panic button. Joe had seemed to finally leave his trance.
â... I- uh shut off that button the minute you walked into the door.â He answered, you felt coldness run over you... He wasnât just invulnerable?
âAlright, Iâm sorry for leaving, had to get a tissue.â Reed sniffled a laugh.
âContinuing with the interview- now.â
âJoe, are you aware on why you canât be hurt?â Reed continued. Joe elected ignored him.
âOh my god- you can see me... Finally.â Joeâs eyes were wet with tears. You were so confused, you looked to Dr. Reed, he scribbled down on the data form. All this was definitely not what you expected when you came into the room.
âWhy do think that people canât see you?â You asked, you felt the tiniest bit of guilt highjacking Reedâs interview like this but this was much more important.
âYou said I can see you, what do you mean by that?â You asked, Joe wiped the remaining tears away.
âYou can see the real me... no one else can, all they see is a fake version of me and no matter what I did, everyone thinks itâs normal.â His voice was still a little hoarse from the crying.
âMaybe.â Reed nodded his head.
âSee? I could do and say anything but that guy wonât notice... I even fucking punched him in his fucking nose and he didnât notice!â Joe yelled but seemed to immediately regret it.
âI-Iâm sorry, I just- Iâm sorry for hitting that guy...â Joe kept his eyes on the ground.
âHe didnât deserve that, he didnât do anything wrong.â he continued. You noticed how rapidly his demeanor changed.
âMy entire life Iâve never had a conversation normally with someone who could see the real me.â His eyes made it up to you and his hands on table seemed to subtly inch towards yours, you felt uncomfortable and put your hands back to your side.
âAnd when do you think this started?â Reed asked, now both of you were going to ignore him.
âAnd the panic button?â You asked, you glanced at the recorder, it was still recording. The roomâs lights suddenly buzzed brightly.
âI can also control electrical systems.â
âInvulnerability, technological manipulation and.... well Iâm not actually sure if your other ability has a name.â You said dryly.
âI originally planned on seeing if there was anything to kill me here and escaping if there wasnât but now... I think I want to stay here, if youâre here, of course...â He trailed off.
âAnd how do you think this ability has effected you personally?â Reed cut in again.
âYou want to kill yourself?â You asked worryingly.
âI was living in a virtual hell, just imagine everyday, everyone around you not even seeing you as you cry or laugh. I never even had a real conversation with my family, they were always talking to some version of me, not the real me and I couldnât even put myself out of my own misery with this fucking invulnerability.â He explained, you nodded your head but you also felt a weight grow on you. Youâre the only person who he can talk to?
âI canât be the only one, if I can talk to you, surely there must be others.â A million different theories started racing through your head. But the biggest question on your mind was âWhy you? Of all people?â
âThank you for your cooperation Joe, this is the end of the interview.â Reed reached over to grab the tape recorder when you snatched it away from him in the last second. Reed seemed confused before shaking his head.
âOh... itâs seems that I wasnât even recording this interview, no worries though, Iâm sure the guys above can just watch the camera tapes instead.â He awkwardly laughed, as if maybe, he knew that something was amiss.
âIf itâs alright with you, I want to make an independent study about your powers. Like testing the limits of your powers and well maybe, curing you of them.â You suggested, you had your hand firmly on the recorder. Surely if you gathered evidence and put a study together and showed it all to the proper channels, the Foundation could help Joe, you thought. Joe seemed to pause and stared at the table before his eyes made it up to yours again.
âAs long as I can talk with you, I donât mind staying here.â You smiled, you offered your hand out, he returned the smile and shook your hand.
END OF VK FILTERED RECORDING
Those words flashed bright red against the projector screen illuminating the twelve figures in the conference room.
âAnd what site was this at?â A voice broke the silence,
âSite 43.â Another figure chimed in, murmuring could be heard through out the dark room.
âJesus, how did we not catch this before?â
âSCP-1504âs abilities effect audio and video recordings and of course the perceptions of humans. In the late Dr. [Y/N]âs research, it seems to be the case regardless of how high a subject scores on Perceptual Awareness tests.â
âAnd how did the late Dr. [Y/N] not succumb to these effects?â
âWe still donât know, my people are doing an autopsy but letâs just say- there isnât much to study... nuclear warheads do that.â A sultry voice whispered, the person behind the voice tapped lightly on their clipboard. The clipboard had a file clipped to it titled âSite 43 Staff and Entity Recoveryâ.
âVote on raising the priority level of recovery for SCP-1504 to Alpha, say aye.â