Working For The SCP Foundation (READER INSERT)

PART ELEVEN- Second Interview

(Few days after the whole.. ahem.. murder thing)

~Y/n's Perspective~ 

"Well, you are going to need to interview 049 once again." Dr. Arrow stated. A lump started to exist in my throat. "Uhm, why?" I manage to squeak out. "Well, I'm totally not going to use it for fanfiction.." he winks. "Fine! I'll do it! Jeez, this job is above my pay grade.." my thoughts were plagued with the murder of an innocent person. I look at my hands. They're covered with blood of a victim. I push it out of my brain and get to the task at hand, 049. Dr. Arrow writing fanfic? Could make sense.. I mean, this is a fanfic worthy universe. I push myself out of the office chair and brush my lab coat off. It was kinda dirty from the dust collecting around the facility. My feet feel like a thousand weights holding down to the floors. I stumble across the floor to the entryway of doom, is what the team call it. I get shivers down my spine from how cold it is, from 049's tolerance to heat. The door slides open..

"Well, hello. Doctor." his roboticlike voice gives me goosebumps from every single word. I want nothing to do with him, EVER. I reluctantly sit down on the icy metal chair. "Uhm, h-hello.." my words jump out of my mouth, wishing me good luck with him. Dr. Arrow sits behind the reinforced glass, safe from harm. That fudging stupid Arrowhead didn't give me any cards! I improvise. "Hey, uhm.. How are you?" I ask quietly. "I'm fine, just imprisoned in this modern facility." My spine is so cold I'm surprised it hasn't broken yet. His French accent, mixed with non modern British accent is strange. So unique, but I hate it. 

I give a nod to Dr. Arrow that had, "Get me the bleep outta here." and he gave me a "fudge no." thumbs down. He also signaled "can't hear you!" 049 got my attention by saying, "Ms.. hmm.. was it L/n?" I nod in agreement. "Ms. L/n, I.. have been expressing emotions such as jealousy toward Dr. Arrowhead. I want to be free, with you. I have been expressing this.. anger toward anyone romantically involved with you. I have had these feelings since I've laid eyes on your beautiful face.." he reached his hand.. hand.. HAND! I dodge it, and get up from my chair. "Ms. L/n. Don't dodge me." he got up. I looked with wide eyes toward Arrow, signaling 04HELP!" The door opens slightly, then a jarring noise sounds and the door shuts, leaving me in darkness. I sit down into a fetal postion. And cry. Cry that I took this job, cry that I murdered someone. The Foundation is cruel, and I hate this job. I want to be home. Go home. I get up, tears still steaming down my watery eyes. 049's amber eyes approach me. I run to the glass, and punch it. It dared not break. "OWW!!" I scream. I fall.. falling.. I land.. and fall unconscious..