#scp!reader

Many of his memories conflicted with one another, some has him recognize you since his childhood while others depicted your first meeting as an event that happened somewhere during his teenage years.

And even those were inconsistent, he still hasn't figured out wether you both met in that old cabin near the creek or at the playground when he snuck out at night.

To be honest, he doesn't really know what you are, were you even real or something he had made up due to his less than ideal childhood? Everyone sure doesn't seem to notice no matter how close you were.

Then again, the damage you leave behind were definitely real.

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The rain was something he never really liked.

It always gave him the feeling of being even more isolated than he already was, which he'd much rather avoid really.

Not that he had a horrible childhood, compared to many others he would say that he had a decent one. He wasn't picked last in sports, his parents cared somewhat, and he had a few pals that he still talked to.

It's just that, he always felt as if he couldn't fully opened up without being judged, no matter how many times they say otherwise, he knows they would.

Everyone did, and that was what he thought,l—he'll never find anyone who would just not care about who he is. So maybe it was better to just suck it up and follow the crowd.

That was until You came into his life.

When was the last time he had something meaningful? Maintaining something has not been something he was ever good at, be it items or relationships—he'd always manage to ruin everything.

His first partner left him because he was too distant and cold. 

His second left him because he was too clingy and open.

And his third...

...

Maybe it's better to just not mention them.

Through thick and thin, no one in his life never really stuck with him, even those closest to him really only managed a few encouraging words and not much else when he was going through his worst.

But atleast You stuck around.

...

Is it a bad thing? Probably.

...

Does he care?

...

No.

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The place was dark, humid, and somewhere he'd rather not be.

Not that he had a choice, it was either he wait out the rain in this grimy shack or risk catching a cold and ended up not coming to school.

He never thinks before doing something, it's practically engrained into his psyche with the amount of times he gotten himself dragged into similar situations. The only reason he's stuck right now was because he wanted to catch that rabbit he caught a glimpse of.

Extremely stupid in retrospect but what has been done is done.

Humming along to a familiar tune, he wondered how long this specific rain would last—they all vary in length don't they?

A creek came from somewhere in the dark, making him pause.

He turned around and was met with a sight.

Oh what a sight it was.

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"Hey?"

He blinked, annoyed that someone managed to surprise him when his guard was down.

"What." A gruff voice came out, a bit harsher than he intended to but it gets the message across all the same.

"The guy wants to see you, for the interview?" 

Again, he blinked—then suddenly stood up.

The person was understandably surprised, especially with how fast he did so. 

And without another word, he turned and entered.

...

"...Christ."

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Blood smeared the walls and ceiling, guts was littered everywhere, and what remained of whatever creature was being devoured laid motionless on the floor.

Someone, something, stood before him. Their abyssal gaze piercing into his soul.

He moved, or tried to—quickly realizing that making any sort of movements was futile as his very essence was frozen to the core.

To say it looked human would be a great overstatement, other than having 2 legs and what appears to be a pair of arms, there was barely anything human about the thing. 

It was abnormally tall, it's head reaching the ceiling despite being hunched over. An ominous shadow covered it's face with only two sharp (Color) eyes being visible. The claws that had replaced where it's arms would have been had some sort of thick plating on it, which reflected the dim lighting, looking almost metallic.

It wore a long-sleeved dark grey sweater with a simple skirt of similar color that reached it's calves.

A complete mockery of a human.

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"Thomas Woodsman, correct?"

He nodded.

The interviewer gave him a glance before readjusting their glasses to read the paper in front of them.

"Mister Woodsman, i'm sure you understand what we do here? Seeing that you came here from our training program."

A nod.

"Alright, that makes things easier on our end. You'll be sharing a room with two other new hires, so we hope you can get along, teamwork is what keeps people alive during any unwanted events."

Another nod.

"Just make sure to follow protocol, listen to those with higher clearance, and try not to cause a breach."

Again.

"...Welcome to the Foundation."

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A/N: Hiii, this is a much older piece i wrote last year—as you can tell it's gonna be very inconsistent in personality and lore, it's pretty experimental and if y'all don't like it i'll just stick it to this one fic.

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

The sound of soft humming rang through the room, prompting the ears of a certain wolf to twitch. Your eyes traveled over to 049, flickering down toward the corpse he was operating on. You couldn't help but watch with piqued interest as his hands moved precisely from one area to another, blood staining his gloves.

You, like 049, were an anomaly. Forced to remain inside of the facility as yet another Euclid-ranked creature, hidden away from the rest of the world. Away from your home.

How you two had met was thanks to a past containment breach caused by none other than 682. The doors to his containment chamber had failed because of it, and you were a new addition to the facility, walking around while you were beyond confused. You nearly attacked 049 on sight since your nerves were already shot, but he kept his calm and tried his best to assure you that there was nothing to be afraid of. To put it bluntly, you remained by his side throughout the rest of the breach. And you continue to do so each time you encounter each other.

Often, you could be found in 049's cell, much to the disdain of certain personnel. You'd do your best to keep any potential nearby threats away from 049, specifically when he was working on his... patients, but also just in general. While most scientists knew better than to mess with 049 when he was busy, but there were some who had little patience and decided to test their luck.

Yeah, that never ended well.

Now in terms of your abilities and why you were here, you were a creature with the ability to transform yourself into whatever you like. Animals and people alike, and even some of the other SCPs here as well. Not only that, but you also could change your size to some extent. Currently, you were a large wolf with (F/C) fur resting by the door of 049's cell.

Your (E/C) eyes flickered away from 049 as you noticed his own golden ones glance over in your direction. You shifted uncomfortably, resting your chin down on your paws.

"Is something on your mind?" 049's voice sounded from beneath his mask, the signature metallic tone to it clear as ever.

You lifted your head once more and looked back in his direction. He had paused the... operation and directed his focus to you.

"As always," you responded. "Nothing too important, though."

You could've sworn you saw the eyebrow ridge of his mask slightly raise as he resumed his work. "If you insist."

You playfully rolled your eyes in response. He was always so formal. Your attention darted to the door as it suddenly shot open, causing your ears to flatten themselves against your skull. Alarms rang through the facility, unintelligible announcements coming from the intercom. You soon droned out the intercom's obnoxious alerts, your eyes shifting over to 049.

You watched as he stepped away from the corpse, a fresh line of stitching along its chest. He reached over to his table and wiped the remaining blood from his gloves. Once he was done, he turned to you as he waited for his patient to awaken. He let out a sigh. "I suppose 173 managed to slip out of his cell... again."

You mentally laughed to yourself and rose to your paws, your tail wagging swiftly behind you as you walked over to 049. "Possibly," you mused. "But no matter who did it this time around, we're free to roam as we please. Ready to go see who we can find?"

049's eyes almost seemed to gleam brighter against the darkness before he glanced back over to the corpse on the bloodied table. While maybe you still didn't quite understand his motives, you were willing to help him out if it helped put his mind at ease, even just by a bit.

As his patient awoke and shuffled off of the table with staggering steps, his eyes seemed to narrow from behind his mask, almost seeming... displeased. Deep in thought.

After a moment, he turned his head back to you and steadily nodded. "Of course," he said. "Lead the way."

With a grin, you trotted out of the containment chamber with 049 following closely behind you, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor overlapping with the noise of your claws clicking against the floor.

While you weren't exactly free, and you were far away from your homeland, you still had friends. Acquaintances. You may not be on the best of terms with the personnel in the foundation, you still got along with the anomalies around you, a certain plague doctor being one of them. You would both get out of here at some point; you were sure of it. But until then, you would stay by 049's side. The guards around only saw him as a hassle, and you were more than aware of it. You're sure he was, too, whether he refused to show it or not.