One Shots

I am not a cure {SCP}

Shot was made from reading too much ff about SCP

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SCP-049 sat at the desk, tapping his fingers on the table. He was terribly bored, and it was only the beginning of the day. Tomorrow, he would receive fresh livestock corpses, so he would have something to occupy himself with. It's a shame they only bring him bodies once every two weeks. Suddenly, the large metal doors began to open. SCP noticed MTF agents with collars and handcuffs behind the gate. Oh well... Daily conversations with scientists. 049 stood up and allowed himself to be restrained. The guards escorted the object to a small room where there was a table, and someone was already sitting there. A young woman with blond hair and blue eyes looked at 049. He was surprised, as usually an old man talks to him.

"Untie him." the scientist said.

SCP nearly stumbled. Is this woman normal? While SCP-049 stared at the female scientist, she was discussing security measures with the guards. MTF agreed to remove the collar, but the handcuffs remained. The security left the room, leaving the scientist and SCP alone.

"Please, have a seat." the woman spoke with a pleasant voice. "Would you like me to call you something special? Or is 049 okay?"

"I'm a doctor, so you can address me by my title."

"Okay, doctor. What do you like to do besides your research and improving medicine?"

SCP didn't know what to answer. Besides research, it didn't have any other activities in the facility.

"Relax, I won't harm you." the scientist said after a long moment of silence and approached the subject.

049 didn't know how to react. Although this doll wouldn't harm him, he might harm her. Yes! Finally, she decided to have his collar removed. Let them deal with the consequences now and let them note it in the papers! As the scientist approached close enough, the doctor stood up and delivered a kick to her abdomen. He sensed illness within her, so he approached the woman lying on the ground and knelt down.

"Do not be afraid. I am a cure." 049 said and grabbed her by the neck.

The door opened, and in it appeared a trio of security guards. The doctor stopped "choking" the woman and stood up straight. The MTF put the collar back on him and began to lead the subject away. He glanced at the scientist, to whom her colleagues rushed. With the help of the men, the woman stood up and looked at the doctor.

"I... I'm fine..." the woman said. "He didn't... mean to do that."

Firstly, 049 wanted to, and secondly, why isn't anything happening to her?! She has the virus in her! Even though SCP is a cure, it didn't help this time. Could it be that this woman is immune? Such a case has never happened before. The doctor had to note everything down. Led to his cell, he didn't detect any illness in the guards. To tell the truth, it was a bit strange, as usually everyone carries the virus, but occasionally there are cases without it. Suddenly, one of the guards put his arm around 049.

"And what about it? Do I have the plague?" the guard asked.

"No." the object replied, looking at the man's hand.

Upon reaching the cell, the doctor had never seen such crowds. There were plenty of researchers and several Class D personnel. 049's legs felt like cotton. Had something happened? Or maybe it was something he did? If so, what? Was it about that scientist? Looking at the crowd, the doctor's heart began to beat faster. Nobody had the virus in them! Had they found a new cure?

"SCP-049!" someone shouted.

"Be mine!" another one yelled.

"I love you!"

The doctor had had enough, and it was only before noon! He broke free from the guards and ran to his cell. Then he pressed the door-closing button. He knew the gates wouldn't hold them for long. The downside was that they closed slowly, allowing several people to burst into the room. Secured, SCP had no way to defend himself. He backed away until his back touched the wall. At that moment, the doors swung open.

"Hug me!"

"Doctor!~"

"Marry me!"

SCP-049 nodded from side to side. He was helpless. The crowd, mostly consisting of females, began to approach the object. He had no means of escape anymore.

"No..." 049 spoke. "I am not a cure, I am not the cure!"

He woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat. He looked at his hands and then glanced around. He was lying on his cot in his cell. Disoriented, he got up and approached the desk, where there was a calendar. Tomorrow he was supposed to receive the carcass of a beast. The object placed his hand on his chest and took a deep breath in and out. He felt relieved that it was all just a dream. He decided to lie down and wait for the guards.