#scp-1504

The scps that are in the perception polycule:

Mr smith, slowly vanishing

Mr. Lonely, cannot see other people

Joe Schmo, no one can see or hear what he really does or says

Frazier, everyone thinks he’s up to some shady shit but he just has features of every serial killer so people automatically think he’s evil and fucked up

God I just-

Their all sad

It’s gay

They’re gay

I love it

SCP-1504, Joe Schemo x GN!Reader headcanons

A/N: My first writing for the SCP universe!

SCP-1504 was “captured” 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, don’t 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 wasn’t much to see, an average guy with an average build and even the ability of being invulnerable seemed average... at least for the Foundation’s standards.

“I’m senior researcher- Dr. Reed, I’ll be interviewing you today and this is junior researcher Dr. [Y/N], they’ll be shadowing me during this interview.” Reed explained, SCP-1504 seemed to not care at all and didn’t even respond. He honestly seemed more interested in a corner of the ceiling.

“Okay.”

“Beginning interview of SCP-1504, now.” Reed started and pressed ‘record’ on the tape recorder.

“What is your name?”

“...Joe, but that doesn’t matter anyway.” Even his voice was average...

“Thank you, but can I get your last name as well?”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, you’re just gonna ignore me.”

“That’s ok.”

Looks like Joe isn’t gonna be the most cooperative interviewee.

“What is your birthdate?” He continued to ask, Joe leaned on his arm and seemed busy with the dirt under his nails.

“Fuck you.” 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 shouldn’t take it out on the staff, most of the staff already had seen things that’d make the most harden criminal shiver in fear.

“Thank you for the year but do you have the month and day?” Reed wrote down ‘1983’ on the data form. You were confused, was he being sarcastic and just guessing Joe’s birthday? Were they even allowed to do that? Maybe Dr. Reed wasn’t as professional as you originally thought.

“I didn’t give you a fucking year, hey you-“ Joe had finally acknowledged you. You barely had any time to think when he continued.

“Watch this.” Joe swung his arm back and landed a hard punch to Reed’s 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?

“Oh... it seems I got a nosebleed, strange though, I’m- I’m usually not prone to random nosebleeds...” Reed commented and you were taken aback a bit,

“Excuse me, I’ll be back.” 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 doctor’s blood that was left on his knuckles. What an asshole…

“That type of behavior won’t be tolerated by the SCP Foundation.” You regretted opening your mouth almost instantly, this is Reed’s interview not yours. Joe’s eyes moved to his knuckles to you. He stopped leaning on his arm and turned his attention to you fully.

“And what type of behavior is that, enlighten me, Dr....” He trailed on, you felt some annoyance go through you, he hadn’t even remembered your name.

“Dr. [Y/N], and assaulting personal won’t be tolerated by the Foundation. You’re now here and I suggest you abide by our rules. It’ll be easier for all of us but especially for you.” 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 didn’t like this asshole thinking that he could get away with hurting others just because he was invulnerable. Joe’s eyes widened.

“You-You saw that? Hitting- uhh- what’s his face?” He almost sounded frantic, you were puzzled when Reed came back into the room.

“Again, I’m not prone to random nosebleeds, so weird.” 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.

“Do. You. See. Me?” He repeated. After a moment of silent contact you answered.

“U-uh yes?” 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?

“You can see me...” 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.

“... I- uh shut off that button the minute you walked into the door.” He answered, you felt coldness run over you... He wasn’t just invulnerable?

“Alright, I’m sorry for leaving, had to get a tissue.” Reed sniffled a laugh.

“Continuing with the interview- now.”

“Joe, are you aware on why you can’t be hurt?” Reed continued. Joe elected ignored him.

“Oh my god- you can see me... Finally.” Joe’s 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.

“Why do think that people can’t see you?” You asked, you felt the tiniest bit of guilt highjacking Reed’s interview like this but this was much more important.

“You said I can see you, what do you mean by that?” You asked, Joe wiped the remaining tears away.

“You 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 it’s normal.” His voice was still a little hoarse from the crying.

“Maybe.” Reed nodded his head.

“See? I could do and say anything but that guy won’t notice... I even fucking punched him in his fucking nose and he didn’t notice!” Joe yelled but seemed to immediately regret it.

“I-I’m sorry, I just- I’m sorry for hitting that guy...” Joe kept his eyes on the ground.

“He didn’t deserve that, he didn’t do anything wrong.” he continued. You noticed how rapidly his demeanor changed.

“My entire life I’ve never had a conversation normally with someone who could see the real me.” 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.

“And when do you think this started?” Reed asked, now both of you were going to ignore him.

“And the panic button?” You asked, you glanced at the recorder, it was still recording. The room’s lights suddenly buzzed brightly.

“I can also control electrical systems.”

“Invulnerability, technological manipulation and.... well I’m not actually sure if your other ability has a name.” You said dryly.

“I originally planned on seeing if there was anything to kill me here and escaping if there wasn’t but now... I think I want to stay here, if you’re here, of course...” He trailed off.

“And how do you think this ability has effected you personally?” Reed cut in again.

“You want to kill yourself?” You asked worryingly.

“I 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 couldn’t even put myself out of my own misery with this fucking invulnerability.” He explained, you nodded your head but you also felt a weight grow on you. You’re the only person who he can talk to?

“I can’t be the only one, if I can talk to you, surely there must be others.” A million different theories started racing through your head. But the biggest question on your mind was ‘Why you? Of all people?’

“Thank you for your cooperation Joe, this is the end of the interview.” 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.

“Oh... it’s seems that I wasn’t even recording this interview, no worries though, I’m sure the guys above can just watch the camera tapes instead.” He awkwardly laughed, as if maybe, he knew that something was amiss.

“If it’s 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.” 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.

“As long as I can talk with you, I don’t mind staying here.” 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.

“And what site was this at?” A voice broke the silence,

“Site 43.” Another figure chimed in, murmuring could be heard through out the dark room.

“Jesus, how did we not catch this before?”

“SCP-1504’s abilities effect audio and video recordings and of course the perceptions of humans. In the late Dr. [Y/N]’s research, it seems to be the case regardless of how high a subject scores on Perceptual Awareness tests.”

“And how did the late Dr. [Y/N] not succumb to these effects?”

“We still don’t know, my people are doing an autopsy but let’s just say- there isn’t much to study... nuclear warheads do that.” A sultry voice whispered, the person behind the voice tapped lightly on their clipboard. The clipboard had a file clipped to it titled ‘Site 43 Staff and Entity Recovery’.

“Vote on raising the priority level of recovery for SCP-1504 to Alpha, say aye.”

My brain: Connor confinement always respawns after he dies. Joe Schemo can't be killed or harmed. We need them to meet.

Me: ...

My brain: Write.it. NOW

Me: It's almost 1 AM-

I wasn’t really certain what else to write for this SCP, I’m afraid. But I do find him really interestingly here you go!

SCP-1504 and SCP ReaderPart 2

As a rule, you generally tended to like the Foundation. You trusted their judgement. So you’d carefully taken Joe to the infirmary, and promised you’d see him again. But on a hunch, you hesitated in the hallway- your own anomalous effect could work in a radius after making initial contact, so maybe you should return to Joe, just in case.

You didn’t expect to see him being ignored. He was… standing on the bed, shouting. Crying again, but not that you blamed him. Trying to get someone’s attention.

Strangely enough, none of the doctors paid him any attention.

Very strange. Weird. You cleared your throat, getting their attention.

“Aren’t you going to tend to your patient?” you asked, ever blunt, your expression as unreadable as your tone. But the doctor closest you just smiled.

“It’s remarkable. I’ve never seen a patient so well behaved-“

You wordlessly walked over to Joe’s side. The doctor blinked, the negating field wrapping around your companion.

“…Ah. Now that is interesting.”

“1504 deserves so much better”