#SCP 2030 x reader

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How about a Scp 2030-1 (Laughy) x reader public s//e//x smut fic? I only found one lemon fic of him on wattpad so maybe you can give him a shot lol

A Good Show

[SCP 2030-1 X GN!Reader, AFAB]

[Warnings: general smut, creampie, biting/marking, Kinda public. MINORS DNI]

[AN: Sorry this is literally months late idk how to explain I’ve been up a wall. Anyways, here’s this. I don’t actually know what mood this is, and had a hell of a time even remembering what tense I’m writing in. my bad lol. 2212 words <;3]

It’s not everyday that you have a skip absolutely obsessed with you, but working for the Foundation has its merits. SCP 2030-1, also known as Laughy McLaugherson, had attached himself to you sometime last year. You had been working under someone, watching tapes, when he’d found himself captivated with your beauty. Though, through the late night visits where he would materialize through your laptop screen, your TV, at one point your shower where there were no electronics to be seen, he’d found himself helplessly infatuated with your mind too. 

His obsession is dangerous, anyone could see that. You knew it, but still, here you remained. Laying on your bed, you flicked absentmindedly through channels you had no intention of actually watching. Your other hand pressed on your phone to check the time. Relatively pleased it was past midnight, you tapped the remote to the channel you knew would guarantee his. 

His face wasn’t visible, but the rest of him was. He was animated as he explained the joy of coffee houses before his body paused. “Well, lookie here, folks,” he stated in his jovial, upbeat tone. “Seems we’re due for a commercial break! We’ll be back right after these short messages from our sponsors.”

You watched as his body language shifted before your TV displayed ads for products that couldn’t have existed in your current time. You squinted with a small scowl lining your lips. You wondered if he’d step through as dramatically as he usually did. You chuckled when the screen warped, suddenly holding the viscosity of warmed honey as he crawled through similar to the girl from the Ring. 

“You have such a pretty laugh,” he noted as he stepped through in full, briefly fixing his tie and smoothing out his dark blue suit that almost hurt your eyes to actually gaze upon. All of this time with him slinking through your various devices and you still haven’t a clue what he looks like. You can feel that he’s smiling, but some part of his anomalous nature blocks your mind from perceiving his face. He’s got tanned skin, a light shade of brown, with dark brown hair that curls like the remnants of a gameshow host pulled from the 60s. But you don’t know the finer features of his face. 

You could recall asking him about that when he first started appearing in your home. He told you he did it for your benefit. 

“I’m glad you think so,” you finally replied. 

He mirrored your chuckle and sat down on your bed. “I know so,” he said simply. “How are you?” He’s already gotten comfortable behind you. His long, lanky body curls around you warmly, a perfect fit to spoon you. He rubbed over your hips, your waist, and your chest before finally cupping there. His hand pressed against your chest, the pads of his fingers gingerly slipping over your nipples. 

“I’m fine,” you hummed, clearly turned on by the physical touch. Your hips rolled against his subtly, or as subtly as you could manage. “What about you?”

“Eh,” he began. “Could be better.” He sounded so much more relaxed there in the space of your bedroom than when he would play host to his weird little show. “Did you want me to make some tea?” He asked as he rolled his hand down your stomach again to the hem of your shirt. He played your body like a violin, slowly coaxing your warmth without ever touching it as he moved his hand against your flesh from under your shirt. His fingers didn’t feel calloused at all, but not soft either. He works, but not in the way that shows. 

You moaned softly at how easily you fell into his grasp. It isn’t the first time you’ve slept with him, but this is one of the faster times he’s managed to get you to bend to him. “No,” you answered as you bucked your hips back against him. You were nearly desperate to feel him. “You feel different,” you noted. 

“Is it bad?”

You shook your head. “What’s gotten into you?”

His lips danced languidly over your neck as he continued to rub you in the right places. “You’ve never really responded to me like this before,” he mumbled. His teeth, just barely sharpened past what’s considered normal, nip at your soft skin. His hand left your nipples to fall between your legs. He let the waistband of your underwear dig into his wrist as his long fingers rolled against your lips, his thumb rubbing ghost-like circles along your clit. 

You hummed once more. “You feel good,” you managed to wisp out. On the TV, you saw his show was back on. It was an empty stage, of course. He was in your room entertaining both of your combined desires. “Laughy-”

“Should we give them a show? A real show?” He inquired, voice dripping with lust and the desire to entertain. He felt you flutter even though he hadn’t pushed inside of you. On the TV, your heaving chest caged by his strong arms displayed lewdly. The audience made no sound, but he could feel they were entranced. He didn’t care whether they liked it or not, but chances are they were just as captivated in the good way as he was. 

There it was. His cock, already semi-hardened, pressed against your ass. He growled playfully in your ear when you moaned once more upon the sensation of his index and middle fingers just barely dipping into your already weeping pussy. 

He chuckles in that slightly condescending way that makes your heart pound. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He worked your body a little faster. His other hand wrapped around you, not caring of the somewhat awkward position as he groped at your chest again. He reveled in the pretty sounds that softly poured from your lips. “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered in your ear before he bit down on your neck, his sharpened teeth leaving a bloomed mark on your smooth skin. 

You nodded fervently. “Please,” you mewled. Usually, you’d let him take his time with you. He was the biggest fan of nestling between your legs and showing you his inhumanly long tongue and all it could do, but you wanted nothing more than for him to bury deep inside of you. The two of you shifted on the bed. You whined at how his warmth left from between your legs but you grinned when he positioned himself above you. The sound of his buckle clicking and sliding off made you press and rub your thighs together. You looked up at him hungrily, even if you couldn’t actually register his face. 

He slid off your pants, your underwear, and chuckled once more upon seeing you hurriedly slid your top off as well. He puckered his lips together and you recognize the sounding whistle as that of a wolf, which garnered soft laughter from the audience. His head tipped back while your hands eagerly wrapped around his long, thick cock. He exhaled deeply while your fingers traced over his veins, working him up to that unbearable hardness. His hands spread your legs apart while he fell to his forearms and loomed heavily over you. “You okay?” He checked once more as his hardened cock pressed against your entrance. 

“Yes,” you said as you angled your hips upwards. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as the tip of his cock slid up and down to coat itself in your arousal. “I want you to fuck me and for them to watch.” You watched with wide eyes as the head of his cock split you open. Your breath hitched as he disappeared inside of you, inch by inch. Your pussy fluttered. Instinctively, you reached your hands up to his biceps and dug in as hard as you could. You gripped his dark blue suit and let your eyes squeeze shut as he pushed in deeper. 

“How long has it been since I last fucked you?” He asked through grit teeth. “You feel so good but I-goddamn it-!” The words were lost on his tongue as he bottomed out deep inside of you. He moved his equally blue eyes over to the TV where the audience could clearly see he was balls deep inside of you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, and he reveled in the sight. He pulled his hips back and let himself become absolutely mesmerized by how his cock dragged back before burying deep inside of you again. He groaned deeply upon feeling you grip him harder. 

You cried out softly and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Oh gods,” you moaned. “Laughy please-” you pleaded wantonly, “don’t keep me waiting. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-!” 

Not one to disobey a request said oh so sweetly, he did as you asked. “Your wish is my command,” he smoothly granted. His hips snapped back and forth. He groaned deeply and let his lips fall back to your neck as he pressed hard against you. Thrust after thrust, he found himself absolutely lost in the pleasure of your body. “Keep moaning for me. I don’t give a damn who complains, I want them to know you feel so fucking good because of me.” 

Your songs of pleasure grew louder and louder. A tight, warm coil in your belly grew hotter as his cock pressed you open. You panted like a bitch in heat. You suppose that’s how he made you feel. It was appropriate for the situation. Your legs locked so tightly around him refused to loosen as his thrusts grew erratic. You squeezed his cock tightly. “Cum inside of me.” Your mouth was speaking faster than your head could rationalize. “Please, cum inside of me. Fill me up.” 

Something about your words spurred him on. He bit at your neck once more to leave those pretty marks your supervisors would positively detest as he grew rougher. He nudged your vision over to the TV to let you see exactly what he was doing to you. He was pounding into you at a dizzying pace. You were so wet that you’d soaked the bed and still had the potential to keep going. He grinned upon seeing your reaction. “You want me to cum inside of you?” He teasingly prodded. 

“Yes,” you answered. “More than anything. Fill me up so much I can’t take anymore.” Your body craved him and needed him. 

“Then cum on my cock first.” Cockily, he sharply rolled his hips forwards so the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. In any other situation, it might’ve hurt but gods, part of his anomalous nature must have been suppressing all sensations even hinting to that. He pressed so thickly against you, the tight coil cracked under the pressure, snapped and rushed out from you in white hot pleasure. 

Your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his cock as you arched your back and screamed. You didn’t mean to scream, at least not like that, but the pleasure was far too great to ignore. Tears welled in your eyes and clumped together in pearly beads before they rolled down your cheeks. You gripped him tightly as you rode out your orgasm all the while still begging him to unload everything he had deep inside of you. 

He was never terribly loud when he came, but something about seeing his cock pressed deep inside of you, it made his heart spin. He groaned deeply as he rutted against you and stilled, his cock twitching as his balls rested flush against your ass. “Fuck you feel so good,” he rasped breathlessly as thick, sticky ropes of cum spurt against your cervix and filled you to the brim. He rolled his hips against you as if to fuck it deep inside of you. His lips pressed gingerly to your neck, even going so far as to flit across your jaw before his eyes caught the sight of the thick white liquid dripping out from your pussy and around his cock onto the bed. He laughed softly before pushing his hips forwards once more. 

“Look at that,” he cooed as ons of his hands moved up to your lower abdomen and softly pushed down. “Some of it escaped.” 

You looked up at him and felt more heat rise to your face. “Laughy,” you warned. Your tone may have conveyed some form of annoyance but he could recognize that hunger from miles away. “You don’t want me to give you another load?” He cocked his head to the side like a lost puppy. He started to move his hips back. “And I wanted my audience to see an x-ray view,” he trailed off. 

You squeezed your legs around his waist once more to draw him in closer. Too embarrassed to say it outright, but craving him oh so badly, you pulled at his collar. 

Laughy himself was surprised at the action. He suppressed a yelp before his lips met yours. And he laughed. Genuinely this time. “You have such an odd way of telling me what you want. Don’t they, folks?” 

From the TV, a stereotypical chorus of ‘aw!’ filled the room followed by the manufactured wave of clapping. 

[lunaralight09]

hello! could I get a scp 2030 x cannibal reader? male pronouns preferred but gender neutral is fine! thanks!

Firstly sorry for any grammar mistakes that I make here. I don't really use specific gender for reader . But if you wrote that neutral pronounce are fine then I'll write with : 

1 - Literally no pronounce (If don't count 'you') 2- some pronounce here and there.

Ofc he will and is chill about it. I mean come on. He has his own show with many weird, gross and gruesome thing happening here and there(In every single episode.)

Well what an amazing show to watch! It truly is amazing to see someone who eats human flesh freely without his 'written' scripts for show . 

It's not like it the first time he saw a cannibal not in the show . But it was around 3 times(Minimum) if not counting you . 

And he quiet likes that his friend/partner is unique is their own way.

May or may not offer you human meat. From some of the episode where it didn't really affect or worsen the meat... Still I would really trust it if I were you(Disinfect if firstly, please. Just in case.). He likes you so he won't act or be different around you. 

So yeah, honestly nothing new will happen in this relationship. Everything will be normal(as it can be with him) and he won't really change his mind just because of you diet of human meat. 

[hey-i-like-scps]

OhHhH?¿? 2030 is allowed? 👀👀👀👀 if your requests are open can i get some 2030 with an scp reader? Male pronouns are preferred but im fine with gender neutral

Of course! Here ya go!

General headcanons:

Now one of the benefits of having an anomalious host as your husband/boyfriend is that despite you being an SCP, you're a free person!

Pffft the SCP foundation? Please, he has enough powers to make sure you don't get caught. On the small chance you do, he will come bail you out soon enough "Please be more careful next time honey."

Depending on what your powers are he might ask you to use them in creative ways for his show

If you refuse he will be okay with it but might be a bit grumpy. You shall pay a fee in cuddles!

Suprisingly enough, despite all the gifts, compliments and attention he gives his partner, he himself loves being pampered.

Place his head in your lap and massage his scalp maybe? He's on cloud 9 already.

Don't tell anyone but if he genuenly laughs? Not on the show? He snorts a little bit. Just a quirk of his. He's embarassed about it any will deny it ever happened if you bring it up

Friends with 035, acctually. Scp hangouts with you, him, 035 and anyone else who might tag in are plausible.

He doesn't need to sleep, but he does sometimes. Mostly when he doesn't intend to, just leaning on your shoulder or in your lap.

Regardless of gender, nicknames include but are not limited to: Darling, sweetheart, lovely, beloved, beautiful, handsome, my love and cutie.

Male S/O:

Wear matching suit with him? Pleaaaaaaase?

HE LIKES MATCHING CLOTHES OKAY

Any clothes he buys, he buys in a pair.

If you are the same clothes size he may mistake them and take yours on accident

Congratulations, you share a wardrobe now.

Even with all of that he may take yours on purpose tho

He has no shame "...Is that my jacket?" "Yes it is but I'm keeping it and there is nothing you can do about it."

Will acctually squeal if he sees you in a sweater. And then deny he did so.

HE THINKS YOU LOOK CUTE IN IT 10/10

FINALLY LEAVING THE TOPIC OF CLOTHES (I had a lot of ideas on that part) Will be a bit less willing to let you be a part of the show.

Not because of you directly, but he knows people are a bit less willing to try and mess with you.

Don't matter if you're tol or smol, he likes being the little spoon.

Just... hold him... please... This man acctually has a lot of stress...

God forbid anyone tries to mess with you, HE IS READY TO KILL

Even if you try to handle the situation yourself HE IS ALREADY ON IT DO NOT WORRY DARLING

[drowning-in-the-universe]

SCP 2030 x Reader

Your fingers strummed off the steering wheel in time to the beat of your favourite song. The radio was the only thing that provided a dim blueish glow inside of your car, the rest of the light coming from the headlights. There was no point in streetlights down such narrow country roads, no one really used them anyway unless they lived out here. But that meant it was quiet, exactly how you liked it. There was no traffic to keep you late, no horrid drivers with road rage and none of that disgusting exhaust fume smell. It was peaceful and you always looked forward to a drive home after a long day at work. What you liked the thought of even more was just crawling into a warm bed.

You slowed at the small T intersection, bushes grew up either side so it was always hard to see if anyone was coming. You were in the right of way to start with but you always just liked making sure. Perhaps it would have been better for you not to have slowed, for as you continued straight on you became aware of a lorry hurtling towards you at a great speed. It didn’t have its lights on and obviously the driver was unaware of the intersection.

You didn’t even have time to scream as it collided with your car, the sound of crushing metal followed by a sharp pain in your ribs then… nothing.

A gasp escaped your lips as the shock made you sit up bolt right, hands desperately grabbing at your torso but by now the pain was gone. A loud ringing remained it your ears to the point where it made your head pound. Despite your confusion you were quick to understand that this was not your car. Nor was it even the road you were on. But your brain felt too fuzzy to really comprehend much at the moment not to mention your vision seemed a little blurry.

As you began rubbing your temples in an attempt to clear your mind you tried to focus on something else, eyes scanning desperately about for something you could anchor yourself on. And something did catch your eye, a pair of bright blue eyes staring up at you. For a moment you were entranced, hypnotised by them, unable to draw your gaze away.

It didn’t take you long to come back to your senses, the haze in your mind slowly clearing. You weren’t sure where you were but you sure as hell didn’t like it. The place was brightly lit, it seemed like some sort of studio, or theatre. It wasn’t clear yet in your mind what was going on but you sensed somewhere deep down that this was bad. You almost gagged at a sickening feeling settling in your stomach as your gaze fell back on the man with those blue eyes, unblinking and studying you carefully.

You knew you couldn’t be here any longer and quickly rose to your feet, swaying slightly as a wave of dizziness took over, but that didn’t stop you. You had to half crawl over seats of people that seemed like lifeless dummies, their expressions blank and eyes glazed over. They only looked ahead, unfocused. It didn’t seem to matter as you climbed over them, they didn’t even seem to notice.

Only momentarily did you look back to see his emotionless blue gaze still focused on you, cold and calculating. As if observing prey. That was certainly how you felt and briefly wondered if you were only going to make this worse. Instincts took over as your focused shifted back to escape, stumbling as you ran up the steps and flung the door open, not stopping to take in your surroundings.

You didn’t know what was going on, where you were or how you had got here. All you knew was that you needed to leave. And as fast as possible. The overwhelming sense of dread only seemed to increase as you hurried through what now seemed to be more of a warehouse. Massive crates were stacked on one another, almost like a maze. There was a sickly sweet smell to the air, almost like rot. As you passed a few of the wooden crates you could have sworn some of them had dark red stains pooling in the bottom corners.

Over and over you told yourself not to look. Just to keep running. Somewhere in the distance behind you a door swung open with such a force that it must have hit the wall for a great thud followed shortly after the creak of the hinges. You bit back a sob, too terrified to look behind you for you were afraid of what you might see.

Now you could hear footsteps, fast and determined, as though every step was a calculated move on a chess board. He knew where you were, he knew where you were trying to go. And he knew you wouldn’t make it there for he knew the place better than you. Funnily enough you couldn’t run. But you sure as hell could hide.

Almost immediately you dove between two crates, squeezing your way through a gap and around the back of one, sinking down to your knees as if trying to make yourself as small as possible. The footsteps grew nearer and you held a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your breath or stop it all together.

And he grew nearer and nearer. You weren’t sure how you knew who it was but you could almost picture his guileful gaze scanning over every crate.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, far too close for you to be comfortable. Ever so quietly you shifted, peeking around the crate you were hidden behind. His tall, lanky form stood not far away, almost accentuated by a well fitted blue suit, the same colour as his eyes. His back was to you momentarily and as he started turning you darted behind the crate again. Afraid to look at those eyes.

Moments later he was walking again. Coming closer and closer. Like a wolf stalking a deer. You found yourself curling up into a tight ball, shutting your eyes to stop tears from falling and holding your breath as he grew nearer. And nearer still.

And he walked right past you, yet it wasn’t until you heard the steps starting to fade did you feel safe enough to let out a shaky exhale, carefully peering out from behind your safe zone to ensure the coast was clear before wriggling your way out from behind the crates.

Not daring to run this time you quietly crept through the maze of crates that smelt of rot. Listening out for your assailant seemed futile as it seemed all you could hear was the rapid thudding of your own heartbeat. You felt sick to your stomach, acidic bile getting caught in your throat and leaving an awful stinging sensation. No matter how terrified you were, you pushed yourself on, forcing your legs to keep moving.

In the end, it seemed worth it - you neared what seemed like the front of the warehouse, soft rays of light streaming through a large metal shudder. Beside it was a smaller, metal door, it had no windows, but it had a handle that seemed to lock from the inside. Not daring to look back, you hurried over to the exit, the locked clicked open almost too easily. You didn’t want to question it, putting it down as luck finally being on your side. The door was heavy and the hinges badly rusted, with some force it opened with a loud creak that echoed throughout the warehouse. You didn’t wait to see if the man in the blue suit was still following you, but he surely heard the door open, so you ran.

The surrounding area was unfamiliar, many similar warehouses scattered across a large complex, similar to the one you had just emerged from. You didn’t bother to find the gate, a nearby fence leading to a small street seemed good enough. There was nothing and no one to stop you from making your escape, in fact the whole complex was eerily quiet. The sun was high in the sky, yet there wasn’t a single person in sight, there were no birds or animals that you could see, there wasn’t even a slight breeze blowing through the area. Outside the complex the streets looked empty and bleak. The whole place seemed dead and that momentarily filled you with an overwhelming sense of fear. Yet, you didn’t stop, pulling yourself over the fence and almost falling as you dropped down the other side, briefly glancing back to see those blue eyes staring right at you from just outside the warehouse you had left. They held no emotion, not seeming concerned that you had gotten away.

All you could do was back away from the fence, turning and almost running into an oncoming car. Stumbling back from the road in confusion you ended up bumping into someone behind you, who paid very little attention to your existence and continued walking, not bothering to utter an apology. In a brief moment of confusion, you found yourself struggling to comprehend what had happened, how quickly life seemed to have returned to your surroundings. You realised you didn’t have time to dwell on the matter, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the warehouse as possible.

Without any real direction you took off, hurrying past people and across streets that were unrecognisable to you. This city was somewhere you hadn’t been before and there were no shops or stores in sight that seemed to give an indication as to where you were. Once you had decided you had run far enough you turned your efforts to figuring out your location, and how you were going to get home.

You turned your attention to a nearby man, he had a bag of shopping in hand and didn’t seem to be in much of a rush, it seemed like a good idea just to ask.

“Sorry… excuse me,” you hurried up beside him, but you were promptly ignored with not even a look in your general direction. At first you thought that perhaps he hadn’t heard you, but when you attempted to attract his attention again you were met with the same response, or lack thereof.

Growing frustrated you reached out and grabbed his arm, “I need help, please.”

No matter the amount of desperation in your tone, it seemed he just didn’t want to listen, frowning at his arm for a few moments and looking up at you with an annoyed glare, as if you were some sort of dirty pest trying to get in his way. Once more he didn’t even bother speaking to you, just pulled his arm from your grasp and walked on.

At first you couldn’t quite believe how rude one man could possibly be, so you tried again, on another pedestrian who was walking past you. Again, you were ignored. Again, you tried on a different person. The outcome seemed the same, as if you weren’t even there, ignored each time and any physical contact you made was brushed off as a mere annoyance.

Your original frustration had shifted to desperation and confusion. You couldn’t quite figure out why no one would listen. Briefly, you wondered if you had died and were a ghost, but the notion was a stupid one, you could touch things, interact with things. They reacted when you made contact with them, it wasn’t a welcome reaction, but it was at least enough to prove that you weren’t a ghost. There was no way you could have died. But you could only think back to last night, no it must have been sooner than that. It felt like mere minutes ago that you were in your car. You remembered driving home, and you remembered the truck, and the pain in your chest but after that it was all just blank.

Perhaps this was just hell.

You needed to call someone, but all you could find in your pockets were a few coins and a hair tie. The last time you had your phone was in your car, in the passenger seat, you could bet that was where it was now.

But the few coins were enough, it didn’t take you long to find a payphone, a few minutes of walking through the bustling city let you to the small booth. You pulled the door open and shut it behind you, filling the machine with all the change you had and calling the first number that popped into your head.

After a few rings the phone was picked up, you heard your father’s voice down the line.

“Hello?” he asked, not sounding too pleased to have gotten a call in the first place, probably thinking it was someone wanting to sell him something, after all, who even called landlines anymore?

You could have almost cried just from the reassurance of something familiar and you couldn’t stop yourself, your words coming out frantic and far too fast to really comprehend, “Dad, oh thank god, dad, it’s me. I- I don’t know where I am. I think I was in an accident. I woke up in- “

“Hello? Hello?”

Your heart dropped.

“Dad? Can you hear me?” you asked, fearing the worst but you never got time to hear an answer as the door behind you opened, making you jump slightly.

You turned to see an older woman walk in and look at you in a confused way before frowning and snatching the phone from your hand, setting it back in its stand, ending your call then and there. You didn’t have the ability to question what was going on, too shocked to form any words. She simply proceeded to ignore you, putting her own coins into the slots and commencing her own call, like you weren’t even there.

You stood, defeated for a few moments. People were treating you like an inanimate object, perhaps worse - at least you walked around an object rather than trampling over it. It was as if you weren’t even real. Your own father didn’t even acknowledge your existence. Turning away from the phone you pushed the door open and left the booth.

You didn’t even know where you were, and the desperation inside you only seemed to grow. You had no money, no way of getting home and you couldn’t even communicate with anyone. Perhaps leaving that warehouse had been a bad idea, perhaps you could have gotten answers there. But something about that place made you feel sick, even the very thought of it gave you the twisting feeling in your gut.

All you could do now was walk with no destination in mind, at a complete loss. What you did at this point seemed futile, so you just kept walking. Eventually you ended up at a small park with a grassy area and a few benches. Even if you did want to go back to the warehouse you had no idea of how to get there, you supposed if you walked long enough you could find it again, but you no longer felt like walking, almost falling back onto a park bench.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, righteously wallowing in your own self-pity, but it must have been hours because after a while you looked up to notice that the sun was setting. Now did you realise you had nowhere to stay for the night, and once more all you could do was dread the sun setting, putting your head in your hands and shutting your eyes to fight back tears because you knew full well crying wouldn’t do anything for you in a situation like this.

Again, you were lost in your own thoughts, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation to what was happening for it all just felt like a bad dream. The more you thought about it, the more your head seemed to hurt, you just wanted things to go back to the way they were. Right now, you would be driving home from work. You might have actually been at home already, you weren’t quite sure what time it was. You might have already had dinner, you might have fed your pets too, perhaps done some housework. Some spring cleaning had never seemed more appealing and for a few moments the thought of being at home had made you feel a little better. Maybe if you could get back there it wouldn’t be so bad, even if no one paid attention to you.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a more than unwelcome sight. A pair of black dress shoes stood in front of you, and you could take a well-educated guess as to who they belonged to. You had no idea how he had found you, he shouldn��t have been able to. You didn’t even know where you where, so why should he?

You couldn’t bring yourself to look up as you spoke, afraid of those cold blue eyes, “Are you going to take me back?”

For a few moments he didn’t respond, and you thought that perhaps he wasn’t going to listen to you either, and you thought that it was for the better as you weren’t sure you really wanted to listen to him.

But then you found yourself being made to look at him, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing your head up. It wasn’t sore but it was certainly uncomfortable. Once your eyes met his you found that overwhelming fear settling in the pit of your stomach again. He seemed to study you carefully, his brow slightly furrowed as his eyes scanned across your features, as if searching for something before releasing you.

You inhaled a sigh of relief as he stepped back slightly, putting his hands in his pockets as he let your discomfort grow in the silence that followed. He allowed you to squirm uncomfortably for a few moments before he finally spoke in a voice that sounded like velvet.

“Clearly I can’t make you,” he stated, as if you were something of a nuisance to him, “But, I’m sure by now you’ve realised you don’t fit in here.”

It seemed all you could do was nod meekly, not really wanting to have admitted that to yourself, but it was blindingly obvious.

“Therefore, it’s better you- “

“What’s wrong with me?” you interrupted, looking at him with pleading eyes. You needed to know, that was the worst part about this, not knowing why this was happening, because you couldn’t come up for any sort of explanation.

For a split second you could have sworn his features shifted to that of pity before returning to being near emotionless as he spoke, “Come with me.”

“I don’t- “

“I wasn’t asking,” he cut in, although didn’t sound particularly angered, he didn’t sound particularly anything, just hollow and empty. But the way he looked at you with those blue eyes of his made you feel compelled to listen. So, you stood without any further argument.

It seemed any sort of conversation had ended as he turned on his heel, walking out of the park as you trailed along behind him. It seemed he didn’t want you to believe he gave a damn whether you followed or not, yet you caught him throwing glances over his shoulder every now and then.

For a while you thought that maybe he was just taking you straight back to the warehouse, but to your surprise he stopped outside of an ice-cream shop, looking back at you before walking inside. You followed after but instead of joining him while he was ordering, you instead took a seat in the corner as you waited for him.

You watched as he spoke to the girl serving him, she was laughing at something he had said, the empty expression he wore was replaced by a charming grin. You wondered if it was just an act or if he was perhaps just annoyed by your existence.

Moments later he joined you at the table, placing two small sundaes down, you weren’t sure if vanilla was your favourite but when he pushed it towards you, you figured refusal wasn’t an option. He didn’t seem a fan of what he had ordered either and seemed to want to play with his food more than he actually wanted to eat it.

After a few careful spoonsful of the sundae you decided that vanilla was better than nothing at all. But the silence definitely had to go.

“You didn’t pay,” you pointed out quietly, hoking out a small lump of cookie dough from the centre of your ice-cream before taking a bite of it.

“She’s a fan of my show,” he stated rather matter of factly, not looking up from the sundae that he was quickly turning into a mess. And the two of you relapsed into silence once more, leaving you to stare down silently at your ice-cream.

“Although, I must say, human food is rather bland. I much prefer their flesh,” the tone of his voice remaining serious as he spoke, causing your whole body to momentarily freeze up as you stared at him in disbelief.

“I am joking,” he muttered after some time, glancing up to see the horrified look on your face, seeming to get some amusement from your sheer terror. You couldn’t say you much enjoyed the joke, nor did you think it was a good one.

“You do know you have to come back,” he muttered, blue eyes still trained on the ice-cream as if that were more interesting than you, his head propped up on his hand that rested below his chin, “It’s too hard to explain what’s wrong with you, but you are dead.”

“I’m not,” you jumped in, growing frustrated, he couldn’t just brush off your question like that, as if he were talking to a child who wouldn’t understand, “Because I can think and feel and I’m eating ice-cream.”

He let out a low hum at your tone, almost seeming amused at your annoyance, which you didn’t quite appreciate.

“Do you know anything about the supernatural,” he questioned, eyes now lifting to look at you with the usual intensity, although his tone remained disinterested, “Parallel universes, anomalies, things that just shouldn’t be?”

You shook your head, remaining quiet and hoping he would continue to elaborate. He only sighed at your reaction, as if it was just more effort for him to explain this to you.

“You humans call me an anomaly because I’m not normal, but that’s by human standards. In reality anomalies are a common occurrence, they’re just things that scare you people,” he pointed his spoon at you in an almost accusatory way, “And then you form organisations to contain or destroy these ‘anomalies’ because you don’t understand how they do what they do. But it’s simply because all you humans can’t reach the level of knowledge that requires you to understand.”

You could only nod, doing your best to wrap your head around his words, unsure if you could really believe and trust him. Then again, you didn’t think you had much of a choice, it wasn’t as though someone else was going to explain the situation to you.

“But you,” he leant forward, pausing as if to study you for a moment, “You’re an anomaly even by my standards. So, why is that?”

You were sure the question is rhetorical so didn’t bother answering it, instead responding with a question of your own, “What makes me so special then? I didn’t ask for this.”

“As you said, you’re not really dead, not like the rest of them,” he stated after a brief silence, as if unsure himself. At first you were unsure of what he meant, but your mind was quick to jump back to the mindless masses in that studio. None of them looked dead, which seemed impossible but then again, so was everything else that had happened in the last few hours.

He spoke again before you could even get another word in, “Are you finished?”

Your attention returned to your half-eaten sundae, which had turned out to be rather disappointing. Besides, you weren’t sure how much of it you could stomach, not under these circumstances anyway. With a slight sigh you nodded, pushing the ice cream away from you. He stood, giving you an expectant look. Another sigh escaped your lips as you stood, pushing your chair in after you.

“We’re going back now,” he said bluntly, leading the way out of the ice cream store with you dragging your feet behind you, not bothering to protest. Yet, you still had some unanswered questions.

“What about these organisations, the ones that… that lock away anomalies, would they be able to see me?” you questioned, struggling to keep up with his pace. That didn’t last, he stopped suddenly, turning to face you before you had a chance to react, causing you to bounce right off his chest, stumbling back slightly, only to have him approach to a distance that was far too close for comfort.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” he asked with a slight shrug, staring down at you, “You don’t belong to them.”

“I- I’m not your property,” you frowned at him, insulted that he should refer to you in such a manner, “I don’t belong to you either.”

“We’ll see,” was all he had to say on the matter, turning his back on you once more, “Are you going to come with me then, or would you rather find out what those people are like?”

He hooked his thumbs into his pockets, although you noticed his pace had slowed when he walked. You could have bet he was dying to look over his shoulder as you mulled over your options, just to make sure you hadn’t made another runner.

After a few seconds of thought you shook your head, jogging to catch up with him, not really feeling as though he had left you with much of a choice anyway.

“What’s your name?” you asked as you fell into step with him, watching as his gaze briefly darted over to you before focusing forwards again.

“Laughy McLaugherson,” he stated, for a few moments you weren’t sure if it was another one of his terrible jokes. You quickly realised he was being deadly serious.

“You don’t seem like much of a Laughy,” you muttered under your breath, which he seemed to hear anyway.

“You’d be surprised. It’s something of a stage name anyway,” he explained with a tone of disinterest, masking his annoyance at your comment.

“What’s your show about anyway?” you questioned, resisting the urge to further poke fun at his name, you were on thin ice already and you really did not want to test his limits.

“You’ll see,” he looked down at you out of the corner of his eye, although you weren’t sure if he was still annoyed at you or if the glare, he was giving you looked more like worry, “You don’t seem like you’d enjoy it… Perhaps we should wait until you’re used to this.”

“Whatever you say… Laughy.”

[bogusboxed]

Stageplay. CHP!5

Trigger Warnings.-Major Character Death.-Gore/Traumatic Events.

You couldn’t feel it. It was all numb. Though it didn’t hurt, nothing did. Were you dead? Were you about to be sent to the gates of hell? Maybe it was quiet, or maybe it wasn’t and you’d lost your hearing. You've shifted your hands. You weren’t lying down on a hospital bed with liquids pumping into you. Something was burning around your wrists. You blink your eyes open. It felt like you hadn’t used them in years.

You were standing on a stage. The weird thing about the stage was that it was covered in fake grass, with an extensive curtain to your right. You were facing the exit, and you were sure there was one behind you. You could see some of the backstage areas, but what was in front of you was far more important. Vesper was sitting on the floor, unlike you.

Why was it so cold? You looked at your chest. You had blue and white baseball-like attire on. It looked a lot like the Dodgers you’d seen once on television. To your surprise, you weren’t covered in 5 liters of blood and bandages. You felt fine. It felt like nothing had happened.

Your breath was uneasy as you tried to put your hands in front of your face. You couldn’t move anything as something was restricting your hands. It burned and dug into your wrists; it felt like a rope. The air was sterile and quiet. Your vision was blurry from "V-Vesper." They didn’t respond. They must have been unconscious. Anything could have happened. This was the afterlife and you were dead, or it was a coma you were stuck in. "Vesper?" you shouted in a vivid attempt of desperation.

"Huh?--' FUCK-" Vesper panicked, eyes darting around the false grass floor they were laid out on. You noticed the ground had white, heavy-looking plates spread along the sides and into the corners. "You fucking killed us!" "FUCK FUCK FUCK" Vesper flopped around like a fish out of water.

Their hands and ankles had been roped up. "W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?-" Vesper squinted their eyes at you. "Are you real?- ‘ ‘fuck am I in a coma?-’ ‘or high" or "or way too high and I’m now in heaven," Vesper stopped resisting the rope as they slid over to your boots.

"I- I don’t know either" shock was hitting you, but, wherever you were, it was better than death. Unless you were dead. "Well, you better figure it out!’ ‘you got us here!" Vesper whined into the plastic grass. "You think something got us?’ ‘I don't know if a demon kidnapped us or some shit" You tried thinking of any religious figures that could’ve explained where the fuck you two were.

Sure, you weren’t the best person, but, you hadn’t killed anyone. Vesper flopped onto their back and stared up at you."Why’d you do it Y/N?" they asked you if they were referring to the car crash. "I-I don't know," you replied, scowling. Vesper was blaming you for this, which was technically correct.

"The things you said messed with my brain and I- I- just gave up. I didn’t know what else to do’ ‘I didn’t want to lose you," you answered truthfully, something you’d never done in a while to Vesper. They picked up on the social cue and read your facial expression. You weren’t bullshitting.

"Holy fuck well, I fucking guess death will do us part," Vesper cursed. "Now, who doesn’t want to lose me?" Vesper chuckled as the tables turned. It turned from you wanting them to let you go to them wanting you to let go. Your breath is stifled.

"I saw- I saw you contorted in a way that I can’t forget" your eyes started to water as you looked down at them. "Now don’t fucking rain on me-’ ‘but look you fucking got us killed’ ‘but I’m sorry I should’ve waited for that shit" Vesper exhaled heavily, their eyes looking at you whilst letting out a small smile. Your mouth was agape as you smiled back at your ex-partner or maybe current one.

"Let’s stick together until we can figure this shit out. Their demeanor indicated that they intended to carry out your mutual promise to the grave. You both mentally decided you both died due to your shared perfect condition. "Did I look hot when I was a corpse?" they asked you with a large stupid smile on their face. "Oh, you fucking idiot, your organs were splattered," you chuckled as you broached the subject. "WE STAINED MY FUCKING CAR?" Vesper could see their car covered in stains, taunting them.

"I think we did more than just stain it," you admitted, remembering the car being on its top. They had to have passed before that moment, or the moment of impact. "I think I bled out. I remember hearing sirens when I was trapped under the car. "You tilted your head." I remember trying to call out your name before, I saw- I saw your body." You must have had tears in your eyes as reality was hitting you again.

"Hey hey, I’m already fucking dead. Don’t think about that, "Vesper tried to reassure you. They couldn’t have you show your vulnerable side to the entity that kept you here. "I would hug you if this devil wasn’t into BDSM," they snarled. You wonder if you were changed or just spawned into the gulag like this. You were sure as hell wasn’t wearing a baseball uniform when you died.

"I fucking hate this itchy ass rope. I hope whoever did this gets a stick shoved up their ass-" Vesper cursed out whoever did this as they heard loud footsteps coming from backstage. Your heart rate picked up in fear as they got closer to the two of you. You both sat in an odd silence, giving each other sad glances every so often. As you looked at Vesper, their eyes widened. "Don’t move." they didn’t say, but, they mouthed it.

Well, that’s what you thought they said anyway. You stood still as you heard something rolling next to you. Your eyes looked toward the noise. It was a wooden baseball bat covered with propaganda markings.

"It's Fun to Laugh!"™ You felt your soul being ripped out of you. This wasn’t good. Either the entity wanted to mock you by pretending to be your suspect, or it was SCP-2030-1. When you looked at Vesper, their head was shoved into the ground; they didn’t dare look at it. "Homerun." a male voice that was way too normal said behind you. As your wrists were untied. Your breath was stifled as you didn’t have a death wish. You kept still. You could feel his presence pull away from you.

What did he mean by "home run"? That made no sense. That’s when it hit you. You were both wearing baseball attire. Did it want you two to play baseball, and if that was the case, who was the pitcher? Maybe you didn’t want to find out who it was. You could hear his footsteps deplete and echo through the hollow wooden stage as he left. “Vesper” your voice was quiet. “Mhm” their voice was muffled in the ground they were laid in.

You soon pulled your wrists from your back to see they were red and irritated. They showed your raw skin in circles. You were tied with rope. That’s when you reached down and picked up the trademarked bat as you held it like any other bat. You hadn’t played baseball in a while maybe once or twice when you were a kid but never like this. As if on cue the curtains to your right slid open.

The curtains opened extravagantly as they made your eyes shine. Your eyes shut as they were meant with heavily white lights shining into them. You’d need to get used to the light. You gently opened your eyes again. You were met with crowds of people. They didn’t make a sound when you two were just quiet. Vespers shifted their way onto their knees. “HELP OR ARE YOU ALL GONNA SIT ON YOUR ASSES?” Vesper cussed toward the people in the audience.

They all laughed at Vesper’s input. You looked at Vesper, their face turned into a frown as they swallowed. “I read about this guy. If it is who I think it is, it's an SCP,” you told them honestly, you two would believe just about anything at this point. You two were dead yet, very much alive. “Fuck.” Vesper agreed with you. You were both doomed. That’s when a game show-like tune started to play. You half expected to hear someone say “Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to today’s game show!” or something along the lines of it. You were confused as you exhaled sharply.

SWOOSH!

That’s when a baseball came out of the backstage right for your face. You didn’t swing, you dodged it. “What the-” you questioned the flying baseball that was close to absolutely fucking up your face. That’s when you remembered what he said. “Homerun.” Is that what you had to do? Hit a home run. You didn’t even remember how to and if you did you’d crush Vesper’s face in. “I HATE FLYING BALLS” Vesper couldn’t see it until it passed over them. “FUCK GET ME OUT OF HERE Y/N,” they noticed your free hands just not the glint in your eye.

SWOOSH!

Another came hurling at you. You swung your bat as it missed. The baseball went exactly where it went last time but, this time you had intended. “What- Wait-” Vesper was puzzling it together. Though, you had no intention of hurting them. Yet, there was a dense feeling you should. A feeling that told you to bash their skull in. To make them contort again like they once had. You hear a TV-like static take control of your mind for a moment. Everything was quiet except for that sound. You held your head it felt like you had a migraine or something on the lines of that. “Hit a home run.” something told you to strike that ball. Something bad was happening to you.

Something was trying to take control of your mind. It wanted to brainwash you into this. "Hit a home run, strike them," it repeated in the same familiar tone but adding something to it. "No, I’m not going to," you said aloud, maybe louder than you thought you did. Your vision was blurry, but you could see Vesper’s face.

They tried yelling at you, "FUCK Y/N FIGHT IT, DON’T DO THIS PLEASE." It was similar to the tone they used in the car. It annoyed you, yet it broke you. You didn’t know what was going on. You wanted to hurt them, but you knew that wasn’t right. You loved them so much that you couldn’t do this to them.

"Don't do this, damn it!" they started fighting the bonds of their rope again. The air was cold on your skin. Why was everything starting to become so annoying? Why did every sense you could feel tick you off? You wanted to relax and get your anger out. Maybe that's what was conjuring it up in your mind. you feel this way to make you do its bidding. The more you thought about it, the more you lost your sense of reality.

SWOOSH!

You swung again. Your form stiffened as you pierced your vision sharply toward what you knew was right, yet so wrong. You already knew what crime you’d committed before you could even hear them scream. They were only here for a moment, but you fucked up again. You opened your eyes to see Vesper’s face sunken.

Vital facial features like the nose have been bashed in. You could see red liquid involuntarily pouring out of them. You could hear them sniffling and yelling at you. Cursing your name in vain. The only way they really could defend themselves was by blaming you or whatever was inhabiting your mind.

"Y/N" This is a double homicide and it's fucking homophobic-" Vesper cried and shouted as they sat. They began violently coughing up blood. It was sprayed on the oddly vibrant green flooring. It soaked in. You soon heard loud footsteps getting onto the hollow stage. "Homerun!" a male voice cheered for the crowd.

At the near sight of him, people began cheering and laughing. You looked at the floor. He made your mind hurt. The feeling felt familiar, yet it hurt all the same. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for watching the beginning episode of season 41!" he laughed. He had the same laugh as the man in the mirror. He sounded the same. As he laughed, everyone began laughing with him.

You covered your ears. It was so loud. You looked down at Vesper’s wounded body to see them laughing. "What a good prank!" he laughed again. Vesper was laughing. Mocking you? You weren’t laughing. You raise your bat again. You weren’t being told this time. as you slammed your bat down. You repeat it over and over again. You needed to get this sense of anger out. You had irrational thoughts racing through your head. You wanted them to shut up. That’s all you ever wanted. Nothing was going in your favor as your wooden bat struck the hollow stage over and over again.

It was getting to you. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what you were doing at this point. All you knew was the fact that the bat’s weight felt nice in your hand. You didn't stop it. "SHUT UP" and "SHUT THE FUCK UP." came effortlessly out of your mouth.

You had hot tears streaming and dropping on the fake grass. You couldn’t hear Vesper anymore. They’d stop after a few fresh swings. You remembered them saying something about letting something go before you ruined them. You dropped the speckled bat as you stood awkwardly. Your weight shifted backward as your eyes tested the newfound sight. What you did is becoming apparent to you. You felt your heart drop as their faces caved in. Their faces were bruised and unrecognizable from the blood. You could see bone piercing out of their flesh.

You started to choke on your tears. "What-no, FUCK NO NO." You grabbed your head as your weight swayed back and forth. You’d given into the pleasure of silence at the greatest cost. You looked up as your eyes cleared. SCP-1529 had his head tilted in your direction. Everyone had been laughing except you. You felt yourself beginning to run backstage. You cursed to yourself as your eyes darted. It was a tall, quiet warehouse. It looked like it was never-ending, just fading into darkness.

You didn’t have much time before that guy would be after you. At least that’s what your survivor mindset informed you. The warehouse featured tall storage containers from metal to cardboard. They are all arranged on a metal shelving unit. The air feels cold on you. As your pace quickened and your breath became more desperate, you coughed in the dust as you climbed onto the metal shelving. You made it to the first pairing.

You dove into the boxes. As you fall into the hollow box, you fall into a variety of magician-like things. There were cards and stupid dollar tricks that anyone could do. You pushed yourself into the corner. You began to ball. Your tears soaked you as Vespers dried and the blood faded. Guilt eats you alive. Why did you do that? Why did you think it was worth it? That was so stupid of you. You could hear yourself whine and sniffle. You didn’t hold it back.

You didn’t even dare shield it. That was until you heard footsteps echo. He must have finished the show. You remember the transcript. "Y/N," he laughed. It seemed like it was the only thing he could do. You covered your mouth as the headache he gave you increased. "Why aren’t you laughing?" He seemed genuine, but not enough to the point where you’d give away your spot. "In these forty or so seasons, I’ve never met someone who has never laughed. I’m contagious, you know," he stated. This time he didn’t laugh.

You could hear his steps clicking against the concrete. "Your special" disgust seeped into your veins, and you didn't believe him when he said, "Though I bet I could make you laugh." You recalled reading on the wiki that he burst out of someone's stomach. You didn’t want him to catch you. I’ve been after you for a day or so now. It was a warning that you’d die soon, you know. He muttered as he kicked box after box. He knew you didn’t get far. "It’s impressive that you managed to tie those loose ends together." He was interested in your case.

You were right. This guy was an SCP, as was his name. No fucking way. You’d gotten proof. Finally, a sense of validation for your work. Which you didn’t deserve. You didn’t deserve to feel your heart race hearing that.

You deserved to have your head bashed in next. For some reason, maybe Vesper could be proud of you. Or maybe you were delusional. You felt your hands scratch and tear at your scalp. You tore into the skin. That’s when a kick landed right on your box. As you let out a sniffle in response, Your entire body shook. You’d hoped he hadn't heard you, but, at this point, it was clear he had. Well, if it isn’t my fan-artist Y/N! ', it's a joy to see you here and such a surprise." He seemed to be referring to the scribbled drawing of him.

You were so desperate to turn in that drawing that you had a car accident. You didn’t lookup. It was so hopeless at this moment. Your lips quivered as you covered your ears. Your knee bucked up as you tried to deny everything. You wonder what Vesper would say if they were still around. "Interesting, very interesting!" He watched your quiver as he laughed. You didn’t want to know what he was thinking. You didn’t want to be involved with this. Be sectioned off with this bullshit.

That’s when you felt him running his hand through your hair. Your breathing was off. As you start to hyperventilate, try your best to breathe. As if that was hard. "You weren’t supposed to have to deal with all this trauma, you know? "You're supposed to be dead and then, join the crowd." He honestly seemed surprised at your form. You felt him shift into the box with you as you scampered backward. Right into the corner of the box. You relentlessly hit yourself as everything was fucked. Everything made little to no sense. "Calm down." he chuckled. He was desensitized to this stuff after dealing with it for years. You didn’t care. "Don't you fucking say that" Your words were muffled by tears as your lungs barely expanded. "So human," he muttered to himself as he sat there watching you.

You were scared that he had more plans to harm you. You were so high in the clouds, drunk on tears, you couldn’t form anything. Everything hurt so badly that you couldn’t just move on from this. First, it was a car crash you caused then, and this. This was too much. He came closer to you as he pulled you closer. You didn’t notice? You wanted to breathe as everything hiccupped and stuttered. You couldn’t bring yourself to see it. You were guilty. You’ve gone too far this time. Your mind wasn’t going to let you be excused from this. His warmth was apparent in your breakdown.

As you barely managed to see straight. You were sickened by the fact that you found any comfort. You were disgusted with yourself. This feeling was killing you, and rightfully so. Your lack of breath had been catching up with you as you started to breathe heavily. Your eyes grew heavy as you began to pass out. "I’m sorry," you heard him say as you drifted off, tears drying up. What nightmares await you today? You hope Vesper will be content wherever they end up.

This is the end of this short story and I hoped you enjoyed reading this. Thank you for spending your time reading this.

[lilyolks]

Hey! I'm writing a SCP-2030-1 x fem!reader

Currently have two chapters published with many more to come!

[theyanderespecialist]

STALK CAPTURE POSSESS (Aka Secure Contain Protect)  -----Rules And Requests Open----- Yandere SCP/Doctors/Guards (Headcanons/Oneshots/Scenarios)

SUMMARY 

Any SCP Any Doctor Any Guard All Yandere and They WILL Have their Darlings Stalk Capture Possess 

Title: 

Rules And Requests Opens 

Chapter: 

Hello My Sexy Readers, I am doing A Deep Dive Into SCP Foundation and that means this was bound to Happen. First I will be transferring all oneshots, headcanons, base headcanons, mini series, scenarios, and such for anything SCP over to this now onto the rules. 

-----RULES-----

No Sex Scenes with SCP  or Reader or OCS under the age of eighteen 

No Gate Keeping 

Do Not Take These updates serious they are fiction and are just entertainment 

No Bullying 

Not A TON Of Blood and Gore

No Detailed Rape (I may do reluctance and drugged but in the end of the day it is not hands down rape Darling consents it on some level) 

Be Pleasant 

-Base Headcanons- 

(Vote for as many numbers as you want for seeing their base headcanons and if I did not add a scp or doctor you want feel free to write all of them in the comment bellow or if you are on my tumblr my ask box) 

1: Dr. Jack Bright 

2: Dr. Simon Glass

3: Dr. Alto Clef 

4: Dr. Gears

5: Dr. Iceberg 

6:  Benjamin Kondraki 

7: SCP-014

8: SCP-035 Possessive Mask

9: SCP-049 Plague Doctor

10: SCP-049-J The moron Plague Doctor (As I call him) 

11: SCP-073 Cain

12: SCP-076 Able

13: SCP-079 Old AI

14: SCP-096 Shy Guy

15: SCP-106 The Old Man

16: SCP-173 The Sculpture

17: SCP-682 Big indubitable lizard

18: SCP- 939 Voice One (can't remember) 

19: SCP-993 The Clown

20: SCP-999 Tickle Monster

21: SCP-1486 Benny the f up baby

22: SCP-2030 Laugh guy XD (as I call him) 

(Once again voting for them with help very very much on what they are base like now moving onto headcanons as base headcanons are only with gender neutral reader) 

-Headcanons-

So you can ask for any type of headcanons with any SCP Any doctor any guard even ones I did not mention 

for example 

Headcanons With SCP-035 X Female Immune Reader 

Headcanons With SCP-049 X Male Straight Patient Reader 

Headcanons With SCP-076 X  Non binary Bisexual Immortal Reader

Headcanons With SCP-073 X Genderfluid Pansexual Chef Reader 

(As such you can choose gender and sexuality for headcanons BUT It does not stop their!) 

Stalker Jack Bright X Married Female Reader

Therapist Dr. Simon Glass X SCP Safe class Male Reader

Husband Dr. Alto Glef X Researcher Genderfluid Spouse Reader 

(As you can see you can add anything really and make it even more deep dive than it already is) 

-Scenarios That you Can Vote on!-

(This section of Scenarios will be able to vote on the one bellow the numbers will be make your own add as many characters that I mention or not yet for you all to enjoy!]

A: Meeting them and what happen after mini series basically when they first saw you through everything they do to or for you to the end where they make you theirs by force or courtship (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality?)

B: Forced Pregnancy/Breeding/Mating (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality) (If male on male Mpreg?) 

C: Doctor Reader put to help the SCP the SCP(S) get very attached) (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality)

D: How they react to you being married? (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality)

E: Fantasy a life with you were it is the main dream if they were not stuck their and could be with you (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality)

-Scenarios-

(Now these again you can put as many yanderes doctors or scps or guards to them but it is going to be you making up a scenario)

F-1: Put here .....

One Shots

At this point we cannot do a lot of Readers in one shots that are smutty 

but you can have Marie and Mark and Michelle as OC in the place Marie and Mark get done the quickest 

Can be anything though 

[Comment bellow and Stay sexy but once AGAIN If you are On My Tumblr please put in the ask box I am 100% likely to see that compared to the comments your Requests stay sexy everyone!] 

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Things I will write (rules):

This list will be more than likely changing in the future

Characters:

SCP 049

SCP 035

SCP 353

SCP 166

SCP 087-B

SCP 1678-A

SCP 2030-1

Dr. Bright

I can write other characters as well if they're in the SCP universe. But those characters can take more time to write, since I'll need to ,,research,, them first.

Oneshots:

I can do fluff, getting together, AUs if I'll like them, angst and etc.

I CAN'T do NSFW oneshots yet.

Headcannons:

Here all tropes are allowed, NSFW is allowed as well in headcannons

Pairings:

The relationships can be platonic, romantic or even a rivalry

Can be between SCP character x SCP character

Can be between SCP x reader (in that case it will be gender neutral, unless requested otherwise)

Can be between SCP x OC, but then I'll need few details about your OC

I will NOT do anything illegal as romantic relationship between a child and an adult.

When will the request be done?

I will try to post at least once per week. I will be more active when my summer break starts. I will do requests based on who requested what first and if I won't be able to do it, or will have a problem with something in the request, I will dm you so we can figure it out.

I think that's about it? If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask! :) Even if it's just to ask when will your request be done

[lunaralight09]

SCPs with s/o who have a little child /Single parent part 2

SCP 049-j

Like his brother(Aka 049) meet you and your child then containment breach started . You found them staring at each other . 049-j was looking at them with happily eyes . Btw he was protective over b/n . Then he saw you getting closer , he took b/n in his arms and hold them close . He were starting getting angry at you . Don't come near MY baby ! B/n... Uhhh noooo . It's not their name ! It's uhhh . Uhhh ... Are they really yours ? ... Be protective over them . Or they will get hurt . Or kidnaped !

Ohhh . How I said . He's protective not only over b/n . He will protect you . Won't let anybody that he think is dangerous near two of you . Btw ... He wants to have few more children with you . Minimum 1 child . No questions . But he won't force you to make/adopt them . Only if you will be ready. Oh and don't let him take boots . Or uhhhh ... It will be a chaos . No really .

SCP 073

You were known as single parent in Site 17 . Because your ex work there too . But you mostly ignore them . You sometimes needed to go home early . Because not every babysitter can watch your baby for many hours . So you bring them sometimes in your office and put them near you . Like 035 he came in your office . To ask you something . But b/n and Cain was staring at each other . B/n was giggling and clapping . You noticed it and turned around . And saw Cain smiling . After sometimes you started hang out more . He sometimes babysit b/n . Or make some gifts to them and you .

Babysitting and playing with b/n . Btw your child like him . He feels like he have family again . Even it's not his . But still .

SCP 076

He met them then he started murdering everybody . B/n saw him and were happy and started laughing . He notices them and were confused . Why the f. is here a baby . In Foundation . What the f- . He tried to not pay attention , but he wanted to help them . So he took them and walked with them . Until you noticed b/n with Abel . You came and took b/n in your arms . It's your baby . You better look after them next time . Or they could've die .

You were scared . Because then you came to b/n crib and Able was standing there . The turned and (Btw he was wearing shirt . ) He open it and baby's stuff fall out . Yep. He stole it . And bring them to you and b/n .

SCP 087

Some researchers (Aka you and others , guards and scientists ) are exploring 087 . Like with 001 and ... uhhhhh I forgot other SCP your baby sneaked in your backpack . But you know what ? You didn't see any body from your group . Of course they died . You knew that b/n was with you . You were hugging them . Because they were crying . And yes . 087 was imitating child crying . He were interested . Why is there a baby . And their mom/dad/parent ? He was standing behind you . B/n was him and stopped crying and looked at his face . You turned around and saw 087 tilting his head . And it were you started hanging out .

You know what ? Don't be scared of strange looking figure next to you or b/n at night . You can woke up of b/n crying . But you see 087 hugging you . He sometimes won't let you stand and calm your child . Because he stands and do it by himself .

SCP 087-b

Like in 087 you were exploring endless stair case . But there is 3 anomalies/monsters .(It's a poly . YES) Like 087 they saw you shushing b/n . So your child could sleep and not be scared . You turned around and found them staring at you how you were calming your child , like this:

Ohh he/she saw us guys . RUN ! They didn't expect you to turn around . You scared them more than they scared you . They disappeared in darkness .

Get ready to see b/n with some of them cuddling him/her . Btw it's really cute . No seriously . Especially when it's cold they are covered in blankets . And if you saw them they will pull you inside big cuddle . Or then you hold close b/n they/one of them(or 2) will hug you .

SCP 173-j

Ohhhhh . Your b/n really like 173-j . They can play together . No seriously . You met each other then he was near two of you . He wanted your attention , he only saw how you hold something(your baby) . Then he appeared and saw in his arms b/n . Ohhhh that's what you were holding ! It's sooooooo cute ! Can we play together ? Pleaseeeee . Yay !!!!!

They like two babies . Well of course one of them is real baby . And other like to play . And get your attention . Btw he always have b/n in his arms . Every time he wants to play or get your attention . And he somehow got little sombrero for b/n , and he got for you too ! He always give your child maracas . They like the sound of it . Btw they . i mean two of them like it(Maybe you too?)

SCP 513

B/n got a bell . And they started to ring it . So 513 is summoned . By a baby . A BABY . Who didn't watch over their child . Huh . He took them in his hand . You know what b/n was doing ? Eating the bell . You were in pure chock by that . You came closer , took b/n from his hands and started talking loudly . He was you like a cute angry chihuahua . He started giggling at you . Omg . DID HE JUST LAUGHED AT YOU ? RUN . He didn't leave you alone . He was like a ghost that was following you . No seriously he is following you . And sometimes watch over your baby .

He have a family . He will get your baby their own bell . So they can play with it . And expect to see them sleeping together . And never seeing your ex . Never . I mean really NEVER .

SCP 701

You were at theater . Were the incident about to happen a 'Hanged king's tragedy' . Babysitter didn't have almost a day to babysit other parent's child . So you took them and they fell asleep . And 701 saw you with a CHILD . A CHILD . He knows what can happen . You somehow saw some figure . He disappeared (left in the corner). And you follow him (It was 1 to 2 hours before Event), you worked in Foundation and you did feel like something is about to happen . So you followed that figure . And you know who you saw ? 701(aka hanged king) . And he just took your hand and pulled you in the room and locked you in there with b/n . After 3-4 hours he unlocked the door . And you started to yell at him . You were not scary to him . You were being cute . You were lucky that you have a child and you're beautiful/handsome .

He have so many time . Not every time people play 'Caroline-era revenge tragedy' . So he will always be with b/n . But will pull you to them . Because he don't know what babies can eat . And how to feed them . So help him .

SCP 966

(I will make poly . Who don't know there are 1 female and 3 males ) Like 087-b they watched you taking care of little human . They were watching you . No seriously they were really interested . And you know that little children can see that adult can't . He/she saw them looking at him/her and following you . You know what ? Foundation had been trying to make lenses to see 966 . So you had to 'borrow' them . Then you saw them following you around . And tilting their heads . Oh and female one is one that almost always watch over the baby .

Cuddles . No really . Cuddles . And female is babysitting b/n most . And males is bringing you stuff that you need . No body can see them . So they 'borrow' it .

SCP 1048

Imagine . That your little child playing with keter teddy bears . Original , from ears , metal and one with baby inside . Yep that's how you met . They saw . All of them and your child too . And you know what saved you ? Your child . They tried to say mama/dada . And bears just looked at you . They reacted by ... original one gave them bow tie . You picked b/n and it was trying to take one of them . You didn't really want to put b/n in danger . You started walking away and they followed you . No really they like little puppies . They just follows you around . And protect you .

Ohhhhh , they are so cute together . They will sleep with b/n . And alive toys . That will play together . And build some building from cubes .

SCP 1233

He at that time where on earth collecting dogs to get more ! And saw you walking with you child in your arms/stroller . He wanted to see a child closer . So he came to you and greeted you and little human in stroller/your arms . And asked to hold them not so long . You started conversation (you work in Foundation .) and you know the conflict . So you said that you can give him some food if he wanted . He agreed . You you gave him f/n(food's name ) he thanked you . And said that he can visit you more and your child .

You know what ? He gets you things you really need (stole it). And play with b/n and give them gifts (moon dust sometimes). Your child really like his company . But if he see your ex(if he/she was not good with you .) He will ... pull them away and ... Uhhh . Do something to his/her . And he really likes kids and animals .

SCP 2030

You died with your child . No seriously . His audience is people who died . But b/n and you can get age up . Of all audience he saw two of you . And was interested in you . So then show ended he came to you and started conversation with you . So you started do be friends . And he likes to make b/n laugh (not destroying their mind by his scary pranks). He shows them simple tricks . To make them giggle .

He will get really protective over you two . He can do anything that he wants . So he can take some animals and make their plush copies . And give them to b/n or even you . If you have favorite animal . Or you ask them .

SCP 3008

Expedition with Foundation co-workers . Ofc b/n sneaked in your bag . It was a night you managed to get on furniture/wall and stand there to see one of the workers chasing two of your entire group (From 10 people ). B/n was sleeping . But one of the workers that was more big that others saw you . With baby in your arms . For other days there he was looking after you . But you didn't know it (STALKER). And dragged other workers from two of you . But after sometimes you noticed that he followed you . And you spotted him walking behind you so he stopped . He don't know what to do or react . You tried to talk to him . He pretended to not reacting to you . After sometime he started to talk to you . And even showed you the exit of this IKEA . He was sad that you had to go . But you took his arm and took him out of IKEA .

No seriously . He sometimes act like yandere . If he saw your ex that was bad , really bad he will tear them apart . Btw he likes to hold your child . And hug them and you too .

[lunaralight09]

SCPs with reader who have Gelotophobia .

Gelotophobia is a fear of smiles and being laughed at. It can mean that the mere sight of a smile or hearing laughter from afar is enough to elicit intense shame, anxiety and fear . Scarlet King

He knows your fears already . He will be joking around you sometimes . But not so much . You can have panic attack .

He will harm anybody who will fear/shame/give anxiety to you .He can do it , jokily a little . And he's good with it . He don't really like smiling . (I know it's short sorry , almost every of them will be short )

SCP 001

He noticed it then on TV was some show and then actors starts smiling and laughing you started breathing heavily and hiding your face in your knees , covering your ears . He will be worried . And ask you about it . You won't be anxious around him he don't have eyes and mouth . But he will try to take you away from people who laugh near you or smile . Or he will cover your eyes or ears with his arms/wings . (Scarlet King and he's around 2 meters long)

SCP 035

He can read minds . And he notices you were shy near him and nervous . He asked about gelotophobia , And you said you have it . So now he wears medical mask and always change it after it's decomposed because of black goo . He tries to always hide his smile . You can have a panic attack !

He hides it with tentacles when there's no masks around . And others . They'll have tentacle around their mouth . He don't like you to be ashamed or anxious because of your phobia .

SCP 049

He thinks that you have some sickness he don't know exist . He notices that someone laughs around you or smile , you will be ashamed slightly  . He will say that you should stay at home , because how he thinks others will infect you more . You explain to him that it's not sickness it's your phobia . Phobia of smile and laugh ? I don't want you to have anxiety or shame ! If he will see someone who knows about phobia and smiles near you , for joking . You will never see him/her ever again ...

SCP 049-j

Like 049 he thinks that you're sick . And tries to cure you . With ice he will put bag of ice on your head . You were confused about it , and you asked what he was doing He said that he is curing you . You are sick you were shacking and breathing heavily around that classmate . You had to explain about gelotophobia . Oh ... you don't like smiles and laughing ? I always smile around you , should I stop ? No ? Only if you see it . It's okay ! Just close your eyes or ears . I don't want you to be uncomfortable or have a panic attack ! Even if I don't know what it is ...

SCP 079

It's hard for him to hide it only then 'X' on his screen . And like 035 , 106 he will hide his 'mouth' with mask or some cloth . It's you . You put it there his smile is . And he's okay with it . If you won't be scared he's okay . But you were surprised then his face expression were changing , you don't have to put mask on his face .

SCP 096

Are y-you ashamed of smi-smiles and others la-laughing . Why... ? Di-did your ex clas-classmates b-bully you ...? What's a ph-phobia ? A p-phobia i-is an ove-overwhelming f-fear of an obje-object, place, so-some situation, feeling or an-animal. So p-phobias are mor-more pronou-pronounced than fe-fears... Ohhh.. . It's okay ! Is ... there a-a phobia of co-cold? Frigophobia... Don't wor-worry I ha-have a phobia to-too ! . He'll try to help with your phobia .

SCP 106

It's a big problem . He always have a smiling from on his face . And he have deep laugh . Then he first saw you , he laughed as always . Then you started panicking really badly .Closing your ears and breathing like you were wearing gas mask . You begun to have a panic attack . You were shaking and gasping like someone have their arm on your neck . He didn't know that you will react on him like that . He thinks that you will basically die because of you reaction . So he just leave you alone and find another human . But then he understands what's wrong . This fucking phobia he can't smile . Like 035 he will wear a mask . And about hour he needs to change it . He don't like it . And you begged him to wear a mask .

SCP 303

Like 001 he have no face . So you won't have panic attack or ashamed of it. He will teleport with you . In your room or house . You're not so fast so I'll just help you ! I will closer eyes or just stand in front of you so you won't see other human . He/she will be scared of my appearance , so they'll stop laughing !

SCP 1903

Oh I'm sorry . My mask is scaring you ? Sorry I'll made another ! It's okay She have a mask with a smile . How she said she made a new one . She'll ask SCP 1903-1 to make masks without smile . But if some of them won't do it . You will never see them again ...

SCP 2030

Ohhh no ... He have a TV show ... He likes then everyone of audience laugh and always smile . But when he saw you panicking when audience started laughing . You started shacking and trying to cover ears . He has interested in you . And why didn't you smile or laugh ? Don't you like pranks that he created ? Now he understands . You have gelotophobia . You still coming at his shows . He don't want you to be afraid . Or worse . He says to you that you don't have to see his shows and it's alright . But you still coming sometimes .

[lunaralight09]

since i've been simping a lot for him lately, could you do a scp 2030 x reader? thank you!

No problem . I hope you like it :)

General:

He's 6 ft./183 cm tall

Pansexual

You know those arts , then he have a TV head ? Yeah , he have a TV that he can look though screen and easily take of it . But , he usually without TV on his head .

Btw he have brown hair and bright blue eyes .

Always wear his costume . Always . He never take it of .

He can travel thought TVs or other electrical devices . And just teleport anywhere .

He have C.I.P. (Congenital insensitivity to pain ). For people who don't know . It's a disorder that make people don't fell pain (Some times temperature changes(Cold or hot) , pain (like from a cut or just a hit)). And because of that people with this disorder can be in risk .But not him .

He physically can't stop smiling .

No one knows how he appeared . Even he don't know/remember .

Likes bright neon colors . And black & white too .

In his free time he'll hum some songs that he remember .

Romantic/Platonic(With reader):

Matching clothes . MATCHING CLOTHE-

Especially if you're okay to be in his show . Or you being neutral/okay with gorey stuff .

Would listen or read books with you . Well maybe fanfictions- He's like your best friend(Well yeah , if you choose platonic relationship with him)

He want to learn about your interests more . Like games , fandoms , books , movies that you like . He won't judge you . Cause you don't , so he won't judge you too . That's fair .

If you have hair he would want to style them . If you don't he'll look for any hats/accessories , so you'll be more pretty with it .

Oh ... He wants a HUG . If you're comfortable with others touching you . If you do he'll hug you anytime . If you don't ... he can hug a pillow (Probably yours )

He's touch starved and because of that he's very affectional .

Probably stole your T-shirt for a memory then you're away . Cause after 2 hours he will already miss you . Very much . Like I said touch starved and affection starved .

[hey-i-like-scps]

How about some scp 2030 x assistant!reader imagines pls? Also dang sorry about tumblr screwing up on ya!

(Thx for re-sending the ask btw. I hope you will like it)

❤ fluff

-he is going to show you off on each episode you are in. Makes it clear that you are his love and that he cares for you

-will keep you close most of the time. Either by having arm wrapped around you or by complimenting you.

-If you are not a fan of affection on the camera his hands are off and his tongue is tied. He has manners.

-on the other hand if you DO enjoy affection a lot prepare to be drowned in love 24/7. (It may or may not be because he is a tad possesive)

- will NOT let you show your face with the foundation aiming to take his show down. Either will set the angle so noone can see your face or makes you a mask.

-One time a guest in the show flirted with you. The episode was ended due to "technical difficulties".

- will absolutely make nicknames for you such as: "my butterfly", "my other half", "my lovely assistant" but most importantly "my smile".

-will absolutely dedicate some episodes to just to him and you. You get to choose what you do half of the time. He does the other half.

-if the foundation ever comes close to hurting or using you he will do whatever he can to protect you.

-day before valentines day he made episode titled "what could my love want?" And went shopping for all afternoon to get xou the perfect gift. The studio had to talk him out of making a 7 hour long episode on your birthday.

-if you ever get into arguement he wont complain on the show but he will cancel it, not wanting to face you. Let him cool down for some time, he needs space

-if you like to dress up prepare for no less than 15 different costumes and masks.

-overall he loves you and makes sure you, and everyone else knows it.

[hey-i-like-scps]

Tumblr hates me

Alright to the person who sent me the ask about SCP 2030's assisant could you please re-send it? Tumblr is messing with me. I went to save it as draft nearly done but something went wrong. I'm sorry for the long wait btw.

[bogusboxed]

TWM  Search History. CHP.3

Please check for the Information page AKA “The Witness Mirrored” page on my account to check for any TW you may have before reading this!!

You made a hard rough sketch of the lanky figure, making sure to get every detail. The pencil burned the tips of your fingers as you clutched it. The newspaper tore, forcing your marks onto the pages inside. Your hand was smudged with graphite as you pulled back. The relentless friction you had against the newspaper and pencil would leave a blister on you. He didn’t show his face. His facial features would've helped a ton, but, this was a lead.

You just needed to make it more believable. just enough. Fuck, you needed to listen to yourself. Was this even humanly possible? "Wanna explain what’s going on?" Vesper didn’t understand what was going on and you weren’t going to let them in. You were worried it would come after them next. You made it up. "Just trying to blow off steam" Your words seemed to have random pauses. "Alrighty, kinda weird." Vesper agreed with you but was still confused. You were confused too; this all just came out of the blue. This was way over your head at this point. No matter how crazy it was, perhaps this was the guy. "What’s your little vent guy look like?"  Vesper asked you since his face was scribbled out. "I’m not sure," you responded, as they took a mental note of that. "I need some time to figure things out. Can I borrow your laptop?" you asked Vesper as they widened their eyes. "Um, just close my shit out and don’t look at my history." Vesper trusted you but was internally pleading for you not to. Vesper has always been a control freak when it comes to their social life due to the stupid shit they purchased or said to Roblox players in Adopt Me. One of Vesper’s favorite pastimes happened to be tormenting small children in video games. You remembered that one time Vesper was losing their shit after scamming multiple children in Adopt Me and Animal Jam. That was one of their saddest and proudest moments. You grabbed the slick black laptop covered in multiple stickers from their favorite bands and fandoms. It weighed heavy in your hands.  The laptop was oddly warm due to being used very recently. "Thank you, Vesper," you said, as they smiled toward you. "Fuck why are you always so formal, even when you're wearing a cock shirt?" they muttered under their breath, agonizing you. They ruffled your hair as they sat back down, trying to finish up their leftovers. "Seriously Y/N, take a break," they warned you, but they were honestly just worried about your well-being. You nodded, but you had no plans for that. You crumpled the newspaper in your hand as you dragged yourself back to your shared bedroom. You lowered yourself to the middle of the mattress. The plush covers took you in as you crisscrossed your legs. The bed had a distinct fabric cleaner smell to it as you sank into it. You placed Vesper’s laptop on the top of your thighs as you opened it. It was going to take a while to find anything related to the figure. The laptop had a code. Fuck. You started with "AlphaEnergy32", but it didn't work. "VesperIsTheBest32" still didn’t work, which was oddly surprising. "Y/NVESPER32" didn’t work either. "AlphaY/N69", on the other hand, did in fact work. You didn’t know whether to feel proud or embarrassed about the password. The laptop booted up as you were met with multiple tabs open. They consisted of video games, their school page, and scam websites. You closed them out as you had to begin your search. The computer heated your lap as you typed. Your searches consisted of "Man in suit ghost"’ "Laughing man in suit ghost" "Laughing man in suit reporter??" Your fingers combated the smoothness of the keys. Nothing was working in your favor. It couldn’t just be you who had to deal with him. Maybe you did need a break. Your fingers went to the mouse pad as you slid to YouTube. You pressed down as it loaded up. The screen changed colors as you scrolled through Vesper’s recommended page. They mostly consisted of videos made for younger audiences. Like with stupid slime ASMR or Minecraft modding videos. Nothing piqued your interest. You happened to be picky about what you spent your time on, so you didn’t click on anything mentioned. You decided to go into Vesper’s YouTube search history. Yes, the only thing they said no to. Their search history consisted of disturbing videos, with the occasional dumb one. They seemed to enjoy horror and sci-fi due to the shit they were looking up. Well, the weird thing was that horror and sci-fi seemed to be your existence now. You soon found an era of videos on Vesper’s recent. They consisted of SCP videos ranging from disturbing to downright terrifying. You started to look into it. What Vesper liked to do in their spare time interested you. You saw another side to them that you’d wished you’d seen more often. Not to say it was bad, just, not really in character for them. As you investigated further, it did happen to be your thing. You found a website with most of them. It was intriguing to find out they were more of a community kind of thing than a closed-off region. You'd find a plethora of more popular, well-written SCPs, then, further down the pipeline, you’d find SCPs that weren’t all that creative, having overpowered ideals. You soon found yourself falling down a rabbit hole as you continued. Thousands upon thousands. Good thing it wasn’t real. The warmth generated in your lap made this bearable, so you got cozy in your sweater. You feel closed off. It felt nice. It felt nice to not have to think and just really enjoy life, draining it away like this. You could see why Vesper enjoyed spending their time like this. Thinking of this, you could honestly make an SCP off of that guy who's been following you. You decided to look into him through SCP. Was it stupid? Most definitely. You hadn’t expected to have results when you typed in "laugh man suit SCP." You felt yourself freeze as he popped up. No fucking way. As you instantly clicked on images, you were met with one photo of him.  It was only a body photo, but it was the same outfit that he’d worn whilst following you. The other photos had been drawn out as thumbnails of his lanky figure or fanart. You did need to be put in an insane asylum for thinking of shit like this. You were kidding yourself. There was no way they were connected. You were both warm and cold on the inside almost in a way. These SCPs and the figure who’d been on you looked identical. Did you just find your culprit? You felt your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You were on the verge of calling it bullshit. You felt tears in your eyes prickle. Not from PTSD, not from the feeling of being prey to a predator. But, a feeling of giving up. Though you were determined to arrest him, you did feel like this was out of your lane. Could someone direct you in the right way? give you some pointers on how to deal with it. You needed to know what you were getting into, though. You struggled. You hover your mouse over the link. It highlighted it as your shaky hands wished someone else would pull the trigger for you. You clicked it as your face lit up. He was pasted all over the page. There were paragraphs written about him, all fiction but very real to you. You got yourself caught in his web. You couldn’t stop reading it. Your eyes followed line by line, taking it all in. You felt an impulse of adventure as your eyes read every line and everything in-between. Maybe it was a rush of adrenaline or something more. The figure who’d been chasing you in your reflection had been SCP 2030-1, hosting a game show. He was a game show host of a disturbing television show. The website also proclaimed that he was a separate entity within the show. The stuff said on the site was nothing like your case. However, it said the audience had mostly consisted of missing people or people who had died years ago. This was too absurd to believe, yet it made sense. There’d been a detailed transcript under the paragraphs. It featured the title "Squirrels", an odd title. As you read through the transcript, it left you with an off-feel. It was too fake for you. This was a lie. Something this grotesque couldn’t have been real. He was under your skin. You couldn’t stop thinking about the entity. Did he have plans for you? As you looked closely into the file, some new things clicked. The people featured in the episodes have all gone missing. You recognized them as Melissa and Travis Englund, who had been missing since May 12, 1989. Did he kidnap them? Abduct them and then force them into this? The way under all the pressure and pain and any new trauma that had been sledgehammered into their minds. They’d laugh. It made no sense. This thing couldn’t have been human no matter how closely you could relate to it, right? Relating to it was something you’d fear. You couldn’t imagine the things described happening. You didn’t want to think that it could be you next or that he could be real. Was it a warning? Your steady life had been completely flipped on its back as you stressed. You looked at the drawing to your left. You had no proof that it was him. Just clues. No hard evidence. Nothing on this page, from the transcripts to the short clips of the audience to the man himself. You needed to cut yourself some slack even, though this was utterly insane. This could be a possible lead. The truth even. And if so, you were already yelling at yourself mentally for not being able to Sherlock Holmes this guy in a ten-minute time frame. You quickly indulge yourself in the short videos, only ten to fifteen seconds long. You paused the camera on the audience. You took a screenshot as you refined it. You felt sweat dribble on your forehead as you needed something to work off of. That’s when your detective skills come in handy. You could see the faint outline of an exit door. Its flashing red sign showed evidence. Did they choose to be there by choice? That couldn’t have been possible, plus we are dealing with an entity that can cause a man to laugh his ass off whilst bleeding to death. It was the punch line of each episode that was the staple of each episode. SCP 2030-1 would appear and make everyone laugh, no matter what. You felt your stomach turn and ache as the pain came in small jolts. Pulsing deep within you, almost. This had to be some heavy brainwashing type of thing. You felt yourself sinking into the mattress. You needed results and needed them now. You were going to look into this. You felt yourself crumble. It wasn't right. You felt stupid. Why did you pin a fictional man as your killer? But why were the people he killed real? Real people who’d gone missing. Maybe there was something deeper to this. Your breath is stifled continuously at multiple different rates. You decided to dive deeper; you were addicted to this case. You could see yourself in the headlines on the Colorado news. Maybe even international if he was an actual serial killer. You started to look into your police records. You were logged in through a website with your ID. "Colorado State Records" had a state name but were provided for everywhere. Each state was connected to this network to update each other on the latest missing reports and the newest escapees. You navigate your way to the search bar. You started to put in his information, well, the stuff you recognized. You weren't sure of his height or weight, so you guessed based on what you remembered. The search results were in the thousands. You couldn’t answer by his eye color or facial features, so, there have been thousands upon thousands of citizens. None of them triggered your memory. You scrolled through pages and pages of these guys. They all looked similar, yet so different. You felt yourself biting your lip. You felt yourself getting bored, having to scroll and scroll with little to no results. Could there have been any keywords to trigger this thing? All your thoughts went to the same word, "laugh." That sure as hell wasn’t his name though. I mean, if it was, you’d understand why he killed all those people. You wanted closure. Why couldn’t your good luck help you in this case? As you stretch your arms, you can feel a cool breeze coming down from the vents above. You couldn’t change the temperature in your shared apartment since the workers wouldn’t allow it. The soft breeze gently swayed you into a false sense of comfort. You looked at the glassy, fingerprinted screen. How surprising that you still didn’t have his ugly face on your page. Yes, you may not have known what he looked like facially, but you could recognize his body structure from his overworn host suit. There had to be an easier way of finding this toothpick figured fuck. Your fingers ghosted back to the search bar as you added a laugh to the alias that was connected to the first name. You chuckled, seeing your sleep-deprived self type that in. You rested your face on your hands. As you allowed the police reports to search for anything like him. You rubbed your eyes with your hands, yawning. The friction in your hands grew. Your arms grew agitated from having to stay in one spot for so long. Your vision was blurred as your eyes gazed upon the screen. Your eyes dilated. There was a familiar man who showed up. You instantly clicked on his profile. He looked just like your guy, but with deep blue eyes. You hadn’t seen his face, you couldn’t make any claims if he had some of those features shown. The police record stated that he had gone missing back in the ’70s when he was in his 20s. He had no crimes or charges against the police, just an ordinary guy. Yet he was still wearing that stupid suit. He was at least seventy-something at this point, yet he looked like he hadn’t aged a day over twenty. His full name was "Laughy McLaugherson," which could explain why he became a potential serial killer. Though apparently, he had a name before that but changed it in the mid-’60s. His stupid name was completely on him, but, why’d he want a name like that. The page stated he had a small TV show airing way back when, but now it has been taken down. "Laugh Is Fun" apparently was the title before the failure of his show. Residents claimed that after his show failed, he just disappeared into thin air. Though you knew, he continued his show, with a killer twist. You collected and connected the various pieces of evidence on Vesper’s laptop. You pushed yourself off the bed. You needed to turn these claims into viable evidence. You grabbed a large notepad with a small red pen attached to it. It had your outdated notes on it about your previous suspects and your old thoughts on older cases. You flipped to a clean page, took out a pen, and scribbled any encrypting information on him. Your legs made a cracking sound as you sat back down. Your legs began to ache as you jolted the evidence at him. You had something. Was it completely the truth? No, but it was something better than nothing. Though they’d probably send you to therapy or some mental hospital after this. You needed to get this out before then. You clutched the newspaper as well as your police pad as you left the room. A sudden breeze hit you as you swung open the door. You must have had a resting bitch face as Vesper looked at you awkwardly. "You're behaving strangely; are you okay?" they asked as you walked to the restroom. You threw your proof into the sink, letting droplets of water soak into the soft papers. You took off Vesper’s stupid sweater as you got right back into your policeman outfit. It’d dried since the sighting. As you slid the uniform on, you still felt damp.

You could smell the forest again. The place where things started to go downhill. The place where you started this case. Your hands grabbed your evidence. You just need to get your shoes on, then contact your friend. He would believe you, he just had to. You left the restroom in which you remembered seeing Laughy. You went back to your shared bedroom as you slid your feet into the shoes.

As your shoes made an unsatisfying noise on the ground, you reached toward your belt, grabbing your walkie-talkie as Vesper rushed into the room. "What the fuck is going on-" they asked, looking you up-down. They were confused by your sudden change of clothing. They had this look of dread and worry painted all over their face.

"I have to go to work" You could explain all of this later to them. Stop it! 'Damn it!' Stop keeping me in the dark, just let me know, "they yelled at you as you hesitated to call your coworker. You fought back their words with "It's privacy." "Privacy? ": "Making you work your ass off on a fucking case that shouldn't even be solved!" Vesper’s words seem to stab you as you push them away.

"I have to," you muttered as you walked past them. You brushed against them, leaving the door frame they stood in. "You could honestly give less of a shit about me."You really could"; "all you fucking care about is this stupid police case," they licked their lips, chuckling despite their strong feelings of betrayal. You felt your face heat up. What were you doing? You couldn’t stop now, could you? You reached out to them before pulling back.

"I can’t-’ ‘I’m sorry-" You tried leaving as you hesitated. "Constantly ditching me is a fucking dick move.' 'You should be fucking sorry. I’m tired of this shit." Vesper snapped due to poor treatment, but they seemed to instantly regret it. They regret their words just by looking at you. You did deserve it, but it hurt so fucking badly. Warm tears rushed down your dry face.

"Shit Y/N I know you care about this case, but you need to think about us. " Vesper calmed down, trying to be more sympathetic toward your depressing stance. "I didn’t mean to be so harsh toward you, it’s just that this shit hurts. "It hurts when you pull shit like this." Vesper wanted to defend themself but didn’t want to hurt you anymore.

"I wish you loved me too," Vesper claimed they felt unloved due to the amount of time you put into work. You didn’t know how to take it. Your senses were going off, tensing you yet tearing you apart. Your facial features showed what you truly wanted to say to them. Your eyes were glassy and shiny, almost showing your failures and a distinct amount of desperation bubbling within you. You wanted to tell them you loved them so much and you’d do anything to make it up. Against all your feelings, you walked past them into the bathroom.

You locked the door, bringing the Walkie-Talkie to your ear. Your face was vibrating and twitching at the thoughts burrowing in your mind. You couldn’t explain it. You felt empty. A void of loneliness you couldn’t put your finger on. All you could hear was Vesper's sweet voice echoing terror in your mind. This entire situation was a double-edged sword, penetrating both of you.

Your mind made scenarios that made no sense of Vesper taunting you. All the words uttered were pure poison to your heart. It hurt so much. Yet their voice was always a beacon of comfort to you. You called your co-worker. "Y/N, it’s so early, what’s up?" Daniel yawned into the phone. You could hear Vesper cussing outside the door. You could hear their footsteps tripping into the living room. "D-Daniel, I think I found a lead on the culprit of the recent murders. "

You kept your composure, keeping it professional on call. Daniel was your closest co-worker, and you genuinely trusted him. "Wait, are you sure?" Daniel choked on his words. "Yeah, I found some evidence. It’s a long shot, but I think it’s a lead-"  You knew this was crazy, but you needed to turn it in. The audience was full of dead or missing people that meant something.

"Shit-'" ‘I was up late at the department anyway "I’ll take a look into it with you." Daniel’s sleepy voice was different from anything you’d heard. "Thank you, Daniel." Your words were laced with more emotion than you’d like to admit. "No problem-" he ended his line on his Walkie-Talkie as you let up as well. You felt your tears dry. You had a mission, and once it was over, you could make it up to Vesper.

[bogusboxed]

TWM Ceramically Clairvoyant. CHP.2

Please check for the Information page AKA “The Witness Mirrored” page on my account to check for any TW you may have before reading this!!

"Hey, Vesper," you said, smiling at them as their cheeks flushed. They looked like they were about to insult you, but, you were just too happy for that. You followed them outside as they exited the building, with you close behind.

The rain had eased up, leaving puddles in the parking lot. You could see the forest beyond the parking lot, taunting you. You hadn’t known what to do; maybe it was a sense of guilt for not trying harder than you had. How could you stick around? A murderer was on the loose and you heard branches breaking whilst you were alone.

You realized that you deserved a break. You knew you did. You looked back at Vesper, who had unlocked the car with a satisfying beep sound. The noise drew your attention as they hopped into the driver’s seat, motioning you to take shotgun.

You forgot that you were just standing in the rain. You got into the passenger's seat as you were met with a maple syrup-like smell. You had assumed ethylene glycol had leaked somewhere in the engine. You didn’t mention it. Not to say the aroma was nasty, it was just unusual. You slid yourself into the gray seat as you looked over to see Vesper staring at you menacingly as they turned the key. "Hey, what’s wrong?" you asked them, but they didn’t reply as they slowly pulled out of the parking lot. You both clicked in your seatbelts. The metal clicking sound interrupted the silence.

The backup camera appeared on the little tablet in the middle. You could see the outside. Something worried you that you'd see Quinn’s dead body laid out, but that wasn’t the case. You couldn’t imagine seeing her that way; you wanted to believe she was still out there fighting for her life.

"Vesper?" you asked them, tilting your head. It was still dark outside as they turned their headlights on. They were giving you the silent treatment. "Why were you out so late? Did you get drunk? Is that why you needed me?" Vesper squeezed the steering wheel harshly.

You could see their skin reddening toward their hands. "No, I was out on another case," you answered truthfully. You didn’t like telling everyone what your job was, but you trusted Vesper enough to let them know. "Oh is that the case?" They made a pun with your lines trying to cope.

"You know, I wouldn’t do that to you. ’ Just like you said on the phone, I get no bitches.” You said it so formally that it caused them to laugh their ass off.”Did you just say you don't have any BITCHES?” Their angry demeanor slowly started to drift away upon hearing a joke. They exhaled with a smile on their face.

They didn’t seem all that pissed anymore. It seems like contempt to you now. "Y/N, you do realize you're getting mud everywhere," Vesper muttered as the heater hit you. The warmth was comforting. "Sorry," you told them, as they just exhaled. You apologized a lot. ”I got some wet wipes in the back of the car. "Clean yourself and the car," Vesper instructed you as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

You climbed into the back of the car whilst it was moving. This wasn’t safe, and you could probably get arrested for something like this. You grabbed the tall cylinder you suspected to be the wet wipes. You buckled yourself back up as you looked at the bottle. "Cum Flavored Wet Wipes" was the label as you gave Vesper the side-eye.

"What's the matter?" "Oh," they noted, which bottle you grabbed. "They're not flavored, just vanilla-scented," Vesper assured you, "but if you gotta ask, they taste like ass." Vesper groaned at the unpleasant memory. "Why do you even have these? Wait, why the fuck do you know what they taste like? "you cried, looking at the oddly colored wet wipes. "That’s a long story," Vesper smiled, keeping it ominous as you just hoped they hadn’t eaten some of these.

They were correct, however, because as soon as you opened the container, you were greeted with a fresh vanilla scent. It's like something you’d use as a body wash or shampoo, not wet wipes. But, you trusted Vesper as you cleaned the grime off of their seats. "It's a gag gift from my dad," they explained, before becoming quieter with their final statement."It feels good on the skin though." Vesper defended themselves, but with that argument, they arguably made it worse for themselves. You were a detective, after all. You both made it to the red light. The car came to a sudden stop as you could hear the rain falling on the top of the car. It was a pitter-patter that was always repeating.

"You do realize they probably use these to clean up cum?" You informed them, "Maybe that's why they're good for sensitive skin." They sniped their head at you. You're shitting me, 'No fucking way, my dad bought me anal clean up." Vesper's mouth was slightly agape as you told them.

They looked so fucking stupid right now, but how was one to react to that? "Relax, he probably didn’t do it on purpose. He must have thought it was a joke product and not a thing." You tried to keep your composure instead of laughing at their newfound trauma. "You do realize he bought those and packaged them with my mom in the room?" They started to laugh their ass off at the thought of their dad wrapping them up.

It was a light-hearted thought. They pressed on the gas once again as the lights flickered from red to orange to green. They turned on the radio. "505 by the Arctic Monkeys" started to play; it complimented the rain outside pouring. The way the sky lit up when lightning occurred or the way the streetlights made everything glow.

This song made you remember the relationship you had with Vesper before your job. You remembered how close you two used to be before. You had to get your current. It wasn’t your fault, was it? Were you the one drifting the two of you apart? You never made any effort to keep you both together. You thought it was fine as it was. Possibly you two were just naive, liking the idea of being together but too immature to put forth the effort.

Allow them to rant and discuss their desires while you respond. But instead, you just sat back and listened, as usual. Thinking of these negative thoughts during this song was probably not the best thing.

You hadn’t noticed that the two of you pulled into your apartment complex. You felt your partner's hand on your shoulder. "Are you awake?" Vesper shook you lightly. You hadn’t fallen asleep, just drifted into thought.

They turned the key once again to turn off the engine as you unclicked your seatbelt for the last time. You opened your door as you got out. They hurried you inside the apartment complex as you followed. As the doors opened, you were met with a strong clean smell. as if the entire lobby had just been drenched in Clorox.

The scent was overpowering for the both of you as Vesper let out a cough. They had sensitive noses, so this was likely killing them. That might have originally been why their dad bought them those wipes. Your shoes squeaked against the shiny floors. The wetness of your soles made it tempting to fall. It was so close.

It felt like there was a deeper meaning to all of this, like the way you spent your time. However, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wouldn’t trade this life for anything else. The way you spent time hunting down terrible people, bringing justice to this world, was enhanced by the fact that you had an amazing partner. This was living. Or was there something missing? A puzzle of adrenaline that you desperately desired.

You tracked in the mud. You left footprints from your soles as workers gave you a dirty look. It was reasonable. You hadn’t had time to wipe your shoes off before entering. However, they didn’t dare say a word due to you being a part of the Colorado Police Department. The hotel looked a lot different when it was dark out. Especially when it rains. There was a certain excitement that sparked within you.

As if you could get away with anything, or if you were invincible. It just kind of happened with Vesper. You get naive and childish around them. Vulnerable in a sense, even when they didn’t treat you quite right. It was the best you had, so you took it without hesitation. Ride or die, in a sense. You both bolted into the elevator. Vesper spam pressed the 5th level, excited to go home and rest.

"I’m so fucking excited. I have a bunch of Chinese leftovers that I’m going to go feral on." They made grabby hands in the air at the thought. You smiled toward them. You felt your tiredness catching up with you. Your eyes grew hazy as your mind melted into the continuous soft buzzing sound of the light above the two of you. The elevator escalated upward as it made a loud ding noise.

Your eyes blinked open as you felt a tug on your sleeve. Your partner was tugging you out of the elevator. The frail pull on your sleeve put you into action as you followed them. Your soles weren’t covered in the mud anymore. You’d knocked all of it off in the lobby. The flooring was different from the lobby. It was carpeted with a few small wooden tables around it with various plants on them. There were lamps suspended from the old wallpaper to your right. They flicked occasionally, which you could faintly hear if you paid enough attention.

You could smell weed in your neighbor’s apartment. You hated the aroma. It made your head dizzy. Vesper despised the smell because it brought back unpleasant memories for them. You held your already roaring head as your hands typed your code into the keypad "#6972". Your door released its hold as you swung it open. Your apartment had a pleasant flowery tinge to it due to Vesper's obsession with flowers.

You looked at your kitchen’s island to see it covered in the Chinese leftovers that Vesper had been obsessing over. They zoomed past you, grabbing a plate. They were going to gobble their entire meal in a single moment, and you knew it. You didn’t mind, however.

You took a step into your shared room, taking a mental note of how quiet it was. You locked the wooden door as you stripped yourself of your clothing. Your thick black boots slid off, hitting the floor. Mud dampened the area, but you were too involved to care. The clothing is peeling off of you due to the rain. It made a satisfying plop sound as you dropped.

It hit the ground. However, a loud thud was heard as you dropped your flashlight.

It annoyed you as you crouched down, picking it up and storing it on your nightstand. You started to rummage through the plethora of sweaters Vesper had stuffed into your shared closet. You choose the one on the top, not caring what it says. Your police apparel smelt like a middle schooler’s room. In other words, ass.

You tucked the drenched clothing under your armpit as you left the room. You could hear Vesper humming in contempt with their meal. As they choked as they looked at you. They slammed their fists into the table, laughing like a total jackass. "WHAT THE FUCK" Vesper played around with you taking a second to look at your sweater on the floor, then they would repeat that.

"What?" you questioned them as they couldn’t stop. "Your shirt—'well, my shirt but keep it cause that shit is amazing on you. " Vesper chuckled as they pointed to you. They seemed sarcastic but honest. In bold plain font, your shirt said "Big Cocks Make Me Smile" with rooster silhouettes spacing the text. Big cocks make me smile. You felt your smile drop as it turned into a frown.

"I hate you." "Why do you buy this shit-" You were disappointed in them. "Don't worry, baby girl, you look great in it" they wheezed at your appearance. "Never call me that shit again" You immediately turned into the bathroom to get away from this embarrassment, plus you needed to brush your teeth.

You looked down to see your cheeks flushed as well as the few mentionable strands of hair sticking to your forehead. You turned on the sink as you splashed your face with cold water. Your temperature dropped as you soaked in the energizing feeling. Your fingertips lightened at the tips due to the change. You tried shaking your hands like a dog to get the water residue off of your digits.

You hear yourself pant. Why did your headache suddenly get worse? You looked in the mirror once again, but this time, instead of your sweaty self, you had company. Your heart rate picked up and it felt like your heart was going to explode at any moment. The tall, lanky man was there again in his three-piece blue attire. You felt your fear had a hold on you. Ahold that wouldn’t let go. That would follow you to the ends of the earth, reminding you.

You can only escape through death. The hold reminded you of a wedding vow, the feeling of living. He was close to having you. You were alarmed as you tried to speak. Your ears buzzed with that same noise. It's the same noise that you heard in the elevator or at the Pancake Shack. For a moment, you embraced the feeling of alarm. "Who are you?" you muttered with all of your strength as you were still petrified.

He responded with a laugh. A human laugh His laugh reminded you of your loved ones or coworkers, yet he was far from it. The laugh caused you to choke up. It took any good memories that were remaining and completely ruined them with the thought of him. He was like a plague infesting every part of your mind. Your mouth was slightly agape as well as your eyes widened. When you looked down at the sink, you noticed your hands clenched to the ceramic. Your knuckles have been stressed, turning a deeper color. As your headshot went up, he was gone.

Everything around you seemed to collapse. Were you going insane? Was this some demonic presence that has grown attached to you? It wasn’t fair. None of it was. Was it coming after you and your loved one for something you’d done? This couldn't be real. This wasn’t realistic, and it just showed you that you were truly off the rails.

You were scared for yourself and Vesper. You couldn’t bear the thought of them leaving you, and they wouldn’t. You just needed just a little help, just enough to assure you. You pressed your hands against the ceramic as your legs teetered toward the exit. He seemed to get more real every time you saw him. You looked like you were having stomach issues with the way you were walking.

You felt worse and worse as time went on. You left the bathroom, having a hand over your lower abdomen as you looked at Vesper. You looked dumbfounded, taking brief breaths trying to regain your original stance. They looked like they were about to crack another joke, but they instantly cut it out after seeing your facial expression.

"Vesper, I need to tell you something, "you stated as their eyes widened looking left to right. You felt sick. "I’m not the father, I swear!" they swayed their hands' side to side with pleading eyes. "I swear it’s not that," you raised your voice as they seemed to gain instant relief. "I—" "I keep," you considered what you were doing. your closest friend and your lover that you saw a man with a blacked-out face.

Your mouth was agape, with your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes dropped to the floor. Could you lose your best friend because of this? You couldn’t test that and you didn’t want to know that fate. It could put them in more danger than they already were if they knew about him. It would be on your hands if they started to see him too. He said, "Hey what’s wrong? You can tell me, ‘You don’t have to hide it, shit happens and that’s why I’m here for you." They reassured you as they got up from their seat, slowly approaching you. To welcome you into their warm and comforting embrace.

"I-I don’t want to lose you, Vesper." You dropped it hard as a rock. You said what you needed to hear most, but not what was true. "Fuck me Y/N, what made you think of that shit?" Vesper’s voice soothed you as they brought you into a tight hug. "Don't-right now, please just tell me you won’t go," you whined into the crease of their neck.

"You won’t Y/N I’m not going anywhere-" As they gently rocked you back and forth, Vesper rubbed circles into your back. They had a pleasant, refreshing vanilla and a raspberry-like smell to them. It was consoling."You swear on it?" Your words are becoming slurred. "What the fuck else do you want me to do -spit and shake hands? "They meant it light-heartedly as they drew you closer."

"Just do it- just promise me." You were desperate for that validation, for that false sense of safety to endear you. "I swear," they swore as you sank into their arms and draped your arms behind their neck. As they drew their hands up and down your back, you felt your mouth curve into a smile."Now you want to explain what's going on?" they ask, gently running one hand up and down your H/C locks."It’s about work," you admitted to them as they grew stiff. "Now who the fuck has the nerves to fuck with you?" They were enraged right away, mentally targeting each coworker.

If they found out that any of them had fucked with you, they’d castrate them. "No-It’s not-" you relaxed and calmed down your stifled breath. "Just-just these missing cases," you stated. You were disturbed that you were getting too close to the truth by flying too close to the sun. Playing with something inhuman, something that you shouldn’t be fucking with. You need a break from that shit. It’s making you think things. Your job is taking a piece of you." They were right, but not in the way they intended.

"Plus, I’m not letting some four two energy motherfucker get me, "they cooed in your ear with a small laugh. Laugh? Wait a fucking second. That guy you’d been seeing laughed? He laughed at you in the mirror. All this time, you’d been searching for him, but he'd been right there. That’s when it hits you. You knew the murderer; he’d revealed himself to you. What a cocky bastard. You knew he could be some paralysis demon, so you made up your mind to be him. But, what if there was someone who looked like him.

Then, all your questions could be answered. Perhaps you were clairvoyant. You pulled yourself away from Vesper’s warmth as you grabbed the newspaper and pencil. Vesper looked at you weirdly before they pulled their shirt up to their nose.

[bogusboxed]

TWM The Forest Clearing CHP.1

Please check for the Information page AKA “The Witness Mirrored” page on my account to check for any TW you may have before reading this!!

The wind had seemingly picked up its pace. The hoarse winds pressed against you. It was pushing you the only way you didn’t want to go. It was keeping you at an angle whilst slanting you into the mud. You were determined to go deeper into the forest. Though it seemed as if it was slowly caging you within its natural walls. The thought of turning around didn’t seem apparent to you. You wanted to solve it. Rephrase that.

You need to solve this case. You needed to give those families closure as well as yourself. You need to prove yourself to those around you. You could finally make them shut up. Thinking back to it, Multiple missing person cases are all surrounded by the same thing and the same word. "Laugh" You didn’t understand why that word? You'd searched through every file and every poster. Each person had something that correlated with the word. They had to all be connected in some way. They just had to. Maybe for their own sake or yours.

The way you had your thoughts strung together made you feel like one of those cartoon detectives. For example, at home, you had photos, cases, as well as anything you could get your grimy raccoon hands-on related to it. The files were strung up in a red spider web using red pins to connect each thing slightly alike. The breeze was still ruthless against you. As you stomped your boots into the mud, leaving cavernous imprints on the ground. You held your flashlight tightly in your smooth hands.

The cool metal occasionally slipped from your grasp due to the sweat. You didn’t know what time it was. All you knew was that it was pitch black and gusty. Not to mention the muddy grounds. This was exactly what you were afraid of. You got out into the forest during the late afternoon upon finding camera evidence of one of the victims.

The victim was "Quinn Batcher." She’d taken a walk into the forest, but she never left. The last sighting of her was in that footage. You remembered having a smile on your face, having a lead to these never-ending cases. You had driven to the same forest she went to. The same place she’d entered from. The afternoon used to be bright and cloudless, but that changed. You found her trail, but rain soon followed, leaving you where you are now. The wind batted your sight, but you kept clear on the track, at least what you thought was the path. You had seen the bare imprints of her tracks at the beginning, but soon they just stopped for no apparent reason.

It was as if she had pulled a disappearing act or clipped through the ground. It made no sense, but you were determined to make it make sense. "QUINN BATCHER, THIS IS COLORADO STATE PATROL," you yelled into the void. It was utter bullshit. There was no "us", it was just you and you alone. No one had offered to tag along. All of the state patrols were utter assholes.

They could suck your ass when you found out where everyone had been disappearing to. You'd be the hero, not them. They gave up on all the missing cases. It could’ve been your fault. You’d shown evidence that they’d all been connected, and ever since that moment, they gave up. Just like the pussies they were. It’d been hours without a single lead. There is absolutely nothing. You weren’t even sure where you were. Maybe if someone came out to help you, you wouldn’t be in this position. Why did they get to decide when someone’s life was worth more than another's? They chose whom they wanted to attend to instead of doing everything. Lazy. That’s the word. Though it wasn’t enough to describe them, it was easier to simplify them. A dirt-like smell was the only thing going through your senses.

That wet natural smell was pleasing, but not in this case because the storm had covered up all the previous tracks. Even your track. Good thing you hadn’t turned, you just kept going straight like the other tracks. Well, that was the case until they stopped. That’s when you heard thunder boom miles away from you yet, it felt like inches.

The sound was enough to make you fall on your ass. It scared the shit out of you. It was the type of thing to make you shut up. It was the type of noise that made you question every single moral that you once had. There was no use in describing the amount of dread and fear that inhabited your lungs. You felt like your heart was just being squeezed away. You pressed your hand against the mud as you got up.

Your legs wobbled as you planted your hands on your kneecaps. You felt your breath shudder as your vision blurred. It was so loud in the quietness you’d gotten used to. You felt yourself vibrate and shake. It was your reflexes to do so. The world kept you on your tippy-toes. "Fuck you," you muttered under your hot breath, in contrast to the cold rain. Your cussing was directed at the earth, but it felt deeper than that.

Maybe it was toward the murderer who’d gotten all those people dead. The way it was just so persistent in keeping you invested. Was it messing with you? Giving you just enough to stick around, but never enough to put it all together. You felt like it was on your tongue, yet it was so far from that. It was a feeling you could get lost in. addicted even if you weren’t careful. Yet, you weren’t careful. You never had been. And you never claimed to be. It felt like you were forever crashing and crashing, always messing up when you thought you hadn’t.

Your vision was blurry as you suddenly stood up. You had tears in your eyes. When did that happen? You didn’t remember having a mini-mental breakdown. Your instincts are even going against you now. You turned back to see your fairly fresh imprints in the mud, reminding you of the moment you fell. You couldn’t see anything. It was dark, but it kept getting darker as you looked further into it.

The forest seemed to grow thicker behind you, but it was just perspective. You just weren’t seeing it right. You knew that’s where the forest would thin out and allow you to leave. You turned back forward. Your thoughts have started to become more pleasant. Your thoughts started to fog up with the idea of catching the murderer behind all this. Hell, he might have not even killed them. Having them kidnapped somewhere you wondered how disgusting he looked. Or even how disgusting his thoughts were, or why he did all this.

Though you hadn’t a clue what he looked like, All you knew was that he had something to do with the word "laugh," though to you it was giving The Joker rip-off. kind of cringe, but you just went with it. Maybe you could be the heroine of all this. The rain started pouring down harder, but it never felt quite right due to the winds hurling it away. as if you were right in the middle of a tornado. You felt your blue police coat become heavier with water. The runoff from the trees lands on you.

You felt yourself drift off into your thoughts, fantasizing about anything you could. For some reason, it was a game show where you hit the lottery or some shit. You felt your heart drop as a branch cracked beside you. Your head snapped toward the noise. As you picked up your pace backward, What were you doing? Why weren’t you investigating the noise? Maybe it was a lead, but your body took control and sent you off running.

You ran toward what you were sure was a thinning of the woods. The singular noise set you off, but it didn’t follow. Maybe the world was teasing you for being a pussy and not searching more. It makes you feel guilty about what you’ve done. Worrying about yourself instead of worrying about others first You started to see the trees clear, still thick but thinner. You just wanted to go home and see your significant other.

Oh, really? Did I not mention you were dating someone? They were masculine as well as non-binary. They weren’t all happy with your job, but they dealt with it. They wanted more time with you, which was something you wanted as well, but you didn’t have a choice.

People needed you. It's just a sacrifice you had to make. But it’s not like Vesper made any effort toward you either. They said they wanted you but never messaged you during work. You pushed that thought away as you saw a glowing building right in the forest. Long windows went around the building, which had a yellow roof.

People were inside, whether they were flipping pancakes or sitting at a booth having small idol talk. The parking lot outside of the restaurant was glistening in the rain. Where were you? All you saw was the name "Pancake Shack". The place looked warm and comforting even. It brought you a wave of nostalgia. You didn’t know what to do. Of course, the nostalgia had a feeling of dread attached to it, too. Misery loves company.

It seemed better than staying in the storm. You just need a place to get your bearings, then put them into action. You weren’t where you originally were, of course. You’d remember a place like this when you entered the desolate forest. You approached the building as you pressed your cold hand against the glass. It swung open with a bell ringing in your ear as you tucked your flashlight in your pocket, turning it off.

You were met with a wave of heat invading your frigid exterior. The way the forest had frozen you for hours, you’d become immune to it. But now, when met with a ray of warmth, it caresses you instantly. The entire restaurant smelt like batter, like a greasier version of a bakery. However, it did have a distinct aged coffee smell. Most of them didn’t pay attention to you, except for a friendly-looking woman whose red hair seemed greasy. She looked worn out with her eyebags and sweaty forehead. "Good morning and welcome to the Pancake Shack-’ ‘shit-’ ‘sorry, did we do anything wrong?" She tried recovering from saying a curse word, but it was clear. You forgot you were drenched in sweat in police attire. You did look like you were about to ticket her for her shitty ass hairline.

"No, sorry ma'am, I was just looking for a cup of coffee," you apologized, but something strange occurred to you. Was she a thief or a murderer? Was she worried about your presence? Should you investigate? Sure, that’s all. —"You look like hell, darling." She commented on the mud streaks on your clothing every so often. She had a sympathetic look which you soaked in.

"Don’t worry ma'am, yes, that will be all." You quickly snapped out of your thoughts as she spoke. "Alright, sit wherever you want this morning!" She was going to go back to washing dishes, but you felt your eyes burn into her. "Morning?" you asked her. "Yeah ‘round 2 AM" her southern accent stabbed you as she pointed to the clock with a spatula in hand with the Pancake House’s symbol embellished on the handle. You felt your entire world shattered a feeling like when you fuck up a test and you know your parents are going to give you hell for it. The last time you checked the time, it was around "6 PM." Holy fucking shit.

It's not possible that you weren’t searching for her for that long. I mean, to be honest, you did bolt it when you heard a twig snap. Thinking back, it could’ve just been your weight on a stick. Gosh, you weren’t the skittish type, but this shit was messing with your head. It weighed heavily on your conscience.

You made yourself move to one of the many well-kept red leather booths featured in the restaurant. You choose to move to a window seat to allow yourself to gaze upon the outside. A part of you was still hoping to see Quinn Batcher running out of the woods.

You were in the corner of the establishment waiting to get your coffee. You watched the rain come down whilst you closely listened to the gentle sizzle of bacon. For some odd reason, you could see your reflection in the window, as well as the light.

The lights made an odd buzzing noise that messed with your mind. You looked back at your table instead of anything else. You needed to rest. You felt your eyes grow heavy, but you couldn’t give in to the feeling. No matter how tired you were, you kept your eyes on the prize. Which was home to Vesper. The thought made you smile. The nice waitress who’d greeted you gave you a cup of coffee just as you’d asked.

It warmed your clammy, frigid hands within an instant. Maybe too hot. The waitress had left you with miniature cups of creamer with pull tabs to easily add them to your coffee. You also had a large container, like a salt shaker, that was full of sugar. If you didn’t come here often, you’d probably get confused between the two of them.

You held the mug on the table with the handle in your hand now. Its warmth stood in stark contrast to your moist, cold palms. It made your spine shiver. You looked into the dark brown coloration. The coffee had a fantastic smell. It made your chin moist in a way as the heat hit it. You took a sip of delight. It burns your throat. You still held the mug, but it made you cough. It was too hot for you, so you looked out the window once more, but this time, instead of just you and the lights, there were other people there as well. The window showcased a man sitting opposite of you. He was tall and lanky, his face blacked out like an error. He seemed to have dark brown locks.

Your eyes darted in front of you. He wasn’t there. You looked at the window again and he wasn't there either. You started to suddenly drink the coffee as it scorched your throat. You didn’t want to, but you chugged it. Not quickly, but slowly. It was like your body was on autopilot, trying its best to distract you from the shit you were seeing.

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders as you didn’t stop drinking. You peered to the side. It was the man. You felt yourself jolt into action, standing straight up. The mug slipped from your hands. It collided with the ground. It shattered.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you rubbed the back of your neck in an attempt to remain calm. You slid out of the booth as the waitress rushed over. She was pissed until you handed her a fifty to pay for the mug, plus you're now on the ground drinking. "I apologize." You were clear with your statement as she took it.

It’s alright. "It’s Damn your pale, see a ghost, dear?-" she looked at you. You pressed your fingertips against your cheek. You were freezing. Did you just see a ghost? This was more bizarre than anything else that made you want to pass out.

Maybe it was a sign. Maybe a direction to the missing cases? However, if it was a sign, it sure as hell wasn’t a good one. It filled you with an empty, never-ending void-like feeling upon seeing it. What does this mean? Were you listening to yourself? What were you talking about? Those questions ricocheted throughout your mind. Your hand made its way to your pocket as you picked up your phone.

Its screen cracked just like always. You could almost see a rainbow in the phone's crack if you put it up to the light at a certain angle. You remember the time you thought someone was watching you through it, so you taped it. You instantly went to contacts as your digits started to be typed into Vesper. You needed them to pick you up. You couldn't drive alone. What if that thing got to you? Or whatever you were seeing. It was probably just a hallucination due to sleep loss. You find yourself desperately trying to rationalize it.

Your fingers were typing on the digital keyboard. You were hoping they weren’t passed out by now. They did happen to enjoy staying up late, so they just had to be up at this hour, right? As you sent the message, they became active.

"Hello Vesper, If you see this, I need you to pick me up. I got lost in the forest, leading me to the pancake shack down the road. My car is at the entrance of the Woodkist reserve, so it’d be difficult to walk there." You were more of the formal type in the text.

However, your other one was not. "Bitch boy, it's fucking 2 a.m., I'm so fucking tired, why don't you get an Uber?" they texted. They were tired, so it made sense that it was early in the morning. "Please pick me up," you asked nicely, as you were left on delivery for a good moment as the waitress had to clean up the shards of ceramic on the floor. "Fine, but this is exactly why you don't get any bitches," they finally replied. I was urged to say that you had them, but that was just pushing your luck. You felt contempt waiting for Vesper to pick you up.

Though you did feel awkward about the paranoia that forced you to break a mug. But, you kept a straight face, keeping it formal. "You know Pancake Shack is a faraway place from The Colorado Police Department" she took closer note of your uniform. You didn’t respond, but you took a mental note of her statement. "Well, it's interesting that you don’t even have a vehicle as if you came out of the woods.’ ‘I don’t care, however, it's just interesting to see someone who's supposed to be protecting us looking so shady."

She seemed genuine; her voice wasn’t laced with anything. You suspected because of the glint in her eyes that she got a lot of deceptive customers, so you weren’t the first. Thinking of your accusation, she got shady people coming here, plus it was connected to the forest. Maybe she had a clue about where Quinn went or she thought you were untrustworthy. You weren’t like that, but it’s not like you could just change her mind. You did come out of the woods, but not for the reason she probably deemed worthy.

Before you could form a response to her, the door swung open. You heard the familiar bell’s jingle as you flinched for a moment. You felt a chilly breeze come upon you as you looked at the door. It was Vesper. They looked tired but happy to be in your presence. However, they didn’t look too ecstatic to see the woman so close to you. Vesper crosses their arms and an eyebrow is raised. You approached them as you were relieved to get out of this situation. You were fully intending on passing out in the car, finally getting some shut-eye.