Working For The SCP Foundation (READER INSERT)

PART TWO: Containment Breach

L/n = Last Name

Y/n woke up in her bed the next morning. She set her alarm to 6:30, to drive to the facility. In her first day, she wandered the halls, mingled with some co-workers, and found a paper in the hallway. The paper read,

'SCPs have been moved to this facility from attacks from C.I. Such SCPs include 049, 173, and 106. All SCPs must be built a specific room, located at-' he paper is ripped at that section. Y/n just left it there, after reading it. "Hmm, hmm." she hummed tunelessly after a few minutes. She was bored, ironically.

When the bored Y/n was playing cards on the desk, a higher up entered the large room. "Hey." "Another guy is taking your job. Here's your promotion." He gave Y/n a Level Two Keycard. Y/n gave hers less superior keycard to the bulky man. He was a muscular man, with chocolate brown hair, and grass like green eyes. That's all she could find in his head before he walked out, and left. But he left a paper. The paper read,

Y/n L/n is assigned to SCP-049. When they receive this paper, they are to find the containment area(s). Y/n is in the HEAVY CONTAINMENT ZONE with a box.

Y/n scurried across the seeming like endless hallways. Infinite rooms, infinite deaths from SCPs, or maybe another co-worker with revenge or hatred in their eyes. "Who knows?" she wondered. "What will this SCP have in store for me?" Y/n reached the heavy containment elevator. She pushed the button, and the doors opened. She stepped inside, and the elevator dived deep into the ground..

After a few seconds, the elevators lights blared with red. A automated voice yelled, "YOU ARE FALLING-" Y/n braces for impact, and grabs the steel bar.

Y/n is now unconscious.

After what felt like eternity, Y/n woke up from the forced slumber. She brushed the dust off her coat, and pushed open the elevator door. The next floor was, about 5 feet below. Y/n leaped, (of faith of course), and landed on her black boots. It was SCP-049's floor! But.. it could still be here, loose. She'd only heard rumors about it, but they say, he's a plague doctor, with a lethal touch. The only counteract was a hazmat suit, or SCP-714, a jade ring that blocked any effects of SCP-049 but makes you exhausted, in every way.

Y/n instantly regretted coming here. She should've stayed in the office.. Y/n looked down, and saw a body of a MTF. Their chest looked stitched together, like if someone operated on them. 'Hope I don't end up like them..' Y/n thought. "Hello." a voice behind her greets. It was a Frenchlike, British accent. It was comforting, but unsettling. It made Y/n a nervous batch of confused emotions. "Uhh- hi?" Y/n threw her words out her mouth. "Hello, good doctor. I never knew we had guests. I would've prepared." "I'll just be leaving!" Y/n attempted to hurry past, but she tripped. And fell. She fell face-first into the cold, metal floor. "Oh ma'am, are you okay?" "Yeah," still on the floor. A minorly injured Y/n pushes herself up and walked to the elevator. Y/n heard groaning and turned. The bodies are alive! Y/n pushed the button as much as she could with wide eyes on them. The doors opened, and walked into the elevator. The doors close, and she is left with comfortable elevator music. The music was boring, but reassuring.