^You meet again^

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by Hat_of_Gren

by Hat_of_Gren

You meet again

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A/N: Yes! Hello! I am alive once again after nearly a year! Sorry for leaving you guys are a cliff hanger, School had burned me out last year and IK it's the beginning of school AGAIN but I promise on the weekends I am gonna type as much as I can so I will probably post once or twice a month.
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SCP-049:
It was a week after you were reassigned to 049. Those bastards. You had been sitting in your cell ever since lunch, staring at the empty wall in front of you. God, why did they reassign me to 049? It doesn't make any sense! You stopped looking at that small metal corner in your room. Eyes in tears, you blinked them away to keep your eyes moist, not realizing that a guard was waiting for you at the door until you looked up.

"O-oh- um-"
"it's time for you to meet again." The guard commanded, devoid of any emotion. You sighed, standing up to follow the guard and only to be yanked out. You gasped angrily, knowing that your skin would harshly bruise afterward.

Following the guard and scientist, you looked around the small corridor. The feeling of worry was hot (NO- NOT LIKE THAT- STOP-), like a big sack of lava dragged down your stomach to your feet. It didn't feel nice, not at all.

"We're here, get inside of the damn cell now." The guard growled, basically launching you into the room. As you were thrown into the SCP cell, you caught a glimpse of the guard's fallen key card on the floor. you quickly dropped to the floor and hit your head in the process.

You groggily stood up, swaying like a drunkard after a night out at a bar. You're head felt like it was on fire, however, the dim lights helped a bit. You looked around, noticing you weren't at home. Wait, where even was home anyways? Oh god, you were so confused and-

"Is that another patient I can save?" A robotic voice said softly, catching you off guard. Disoriented, you quickly looked around to see where the voice came from, only to see a menacing beaked doctor. You smiled at it, softly chuckling to yourself.

"Hehe, you're a funny-looking doctor! Oh gosh, have any pain killers, my head feels like it's about to explode-" Aaaand that's when your legs weirdly gave out, toppling on top of the doctor. The bird doctor person seemed to freeze as you laid upon him, his hands up and away from you as you looked at him weirdly, "Come on, whyy- ooo your mask is dirty-" You slurred as your body began to shut down for a rest. Rolling off of the plague doctor, you shut your heavy eyes. Last thing you heard and saw was the same doctor, seemingly carrying you to a table of some sort.

(this was entire shit-)

SCP 1678-a

You sighed as you arrived in the dank tunnels and alleyways of Unlondon, it was a comfortable trip however it was somewhat unnerving that there were multiple pictures of you on every corner you went. You looked around, worried and scared now that the slow realization hit you. You were lost.

"...goddamnit." You grumbled under your breath, it looks like you had to set up camp in the nearby buildings around you. Looking at the building next to you, you made sure it wasn't on the main street where most of the bobbies are. Cautiously opening the door, you looked around before even entering the household, and even then you made sure by throwing in a rock.

Not a single creak or footstep inside the (sadly) vacant house. You sighed in relief, quickly glancing down before making your way inside. The inside was beautifully covered with lemony white, the border of wood so occasionally scratched to add a bit of character. You smiled, it gave a nice nostalgic feeling to you.

But, sadly, that feeling was short-lived when a gloved hand suddenly grasped onto your mouth. Another hand, holding your arms and torso down to keep you from kicking or struggling with you.

Oh god, you thought, this is gonna be the end of me, isn't it? Panic enveloped throughout you immediately, eyes jolting around in a frantic manner.

"My words, love, it's just me," A voice you never thought you would hear again said. The hand moved away from its place and gave you space to turn around to face him, (or was it "it"?) your (h/c) (h/l) managed to get into your eyes, blinding you temporarily before seeing your savior from before.

In pure impulse, you swiftly smacked his arm, glaring at him while he yelped in pain. "bLOODY- Why in the hell would make you do such a thing?" He asked gritty, cradling his newly hurt arm.

"Don't FUCKING scare me like that!" You scowled, holding your chest.

*AAAAAND CLIFF HANGER???"