Working For The SCP Foundation (READER INSERT)

PART SEVEN - Dumb Mask

You'd hear about 035, a mask that possessed you if you wore it. That scared Y/n out of her mind, well, because of dying and all. She had her head up in the clouds when Dr. Arrow said, "Y/n!" "Buzz, Y/n L/n needs to be in the real life ward ASAP." She snapped back into reality then. "Yeah, what do you need?" Y/n asked. "You're going to be meeting, the masky boi, 035!" Y/n had pure terror radiating off her. She bet that Dr. Arrow could feel it. But instead, she put on a fake and hollow smile.

Walking toward the entrance, there was an aura near the containment chamber, supposedly from the porcelain mask. A few guards were protecting Y/n, probably for how unlucky she was. Y/n was screaming in her mind. "Why did you take this fudging job!?" she screamed in her thoughts. "Oh god oh god.." was another. The aura was strong now. She heard whispers coming from seemingly nowhere, making her paranoid. Her teeth were clattering from how cold she was. The guard slid his card into the machine.

The door made a satisfying BEEP then slid open. There was another very strong looking door, similar to SCP-500's hall, and another door. Y/n pressed the button for the office, then walked inside. "Hello!" said one researcher. "Uhm, hello!" she put on yet another fake smile. "Well, we put in a fresh D-Class to possess so have fun interviewing the damn mask!" he said. "By the way, my name is Dr. Jouvei. Just call me Jou." Jou stated. "Now, time for you to interview!" "Here are the cards." he handed Y/n a few cards for questions. Y/n gulped, then headed out into the hall. The door slid open and a masked man was sitting at a white table. The nervous Y/n sat down on the opposite side. "Hello, belle femme." The mask uttered. Y/n erupted into a deep blush, from knowing a bit of French. Jou was watching behind the glass fangirling, for some odd reason.

"Uhm, time for questions." Y/n remained professional. "What era are you from?"

"Hm, dix-sept, perhaps?" The mask had a slight French accent, making Y/n unsettled.

"Last question. What country did you originate from?"

"Oh, my origination? I am not sure. I do not have a, what's it called.. Tracking device on this thing when it wasn't a concept?"

"All right. That's all." 'Time to leave.' Y/n thought.

She felt something grab her arm as she headed for the door.

Another fudging arm.

Her eyes widened. The arm was melting from the inside out, it seemed. Y/n twisted herself around and saw 035 put his poor victims arm around hers, looking like chains. She'd never had this much.. action. "Well, belle. Hello~." She lunged for the door. The door quickly opened, she had a chance! The door closed on his not-so-great luck. Jou walked out of the office door, and then worryingly said, "Well, I guess you're in a love quadrilateral."