My Dear (SCP-049 X Reader)

~Chapter 3~

hey y'all, just here to say that you can substitute skirts/dresses for pants or suits or shorts if that is more your style throughout this book :)

•Third POV•

It was the next day.

You sprang out of bed and hurried on feeding the chickens and watering the garden.

Then, going straight to the shower and washing up.

You dig through your wardrobe to find the most professional outfit you own.

It was a simple outfit, tuned to your simplistic style.

An auburn colored sweater with a white button up underneath with the collar poking out, a black skirt, and some flats.

You brushed your hair thoroughly and made your teeth white as snow.

You made it a point to be your most authentic self, so as usual, no makeup, and no fancy jewelry, as all that stuff never mattered to you.

You skipped breakfast since you thought it was faster to pick something up on the way.

You hurried your little self over to the big city of Regalton.

And to your surprise it wasn't exactly in the city but right outside it.

The address the letter provided brought you to a grim looking building.

Not as tall as you thought it would be.

For a second you thought you had the wrong address.

And for another second you thought about abandoning this frightening looking place and go home.

But you were determined to see if this was too good to be true or not.

The building was medium sized with few windows you could see.

It had a silver, shiny and sleek complexion that didn't compliment what was around it, which was nothing.

No other buildings were around it which made it stand out more.

There were no signs on the walls or windows, but only the address number above the small slit in the door for mail showed it was the right place.

You entered the building, only to be met with nobody.

"Hello?" You called out, your voice quivering.

You were now afraid.

'Maybe this was all just a prank..'

"Anyone here? I'm here for a job interview.." Your voice trailed off as you scanned the darkness.

You were tempted to look for somebody, but your gut told you otherwise.

You didn't feel any good vibes just from being in the building.

Your heart began to pound.

Your throat began to dry up.

You were having panic attack, despite not being in any real danger...

yet.

You turned to leave, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid the invisible danger.

And that's when you felt a brush of wind against your neck.

And a swift punch to the back of your head.

Your subconscious immediately went to fight or flight.

You choose flight, as usual.

You sputtered and squealed at the nothingness that hit you as you used one hand to cradle your head and the other to guide your body in crawling away from your attacker.

Your voice was too broken from shock and fear to scream for help.

Not that anybody would hear you.

Nobody knew where you were anyways, you felt stupid for not telling your grandmother where you would be going that scary day.

You kicked at nothing trying to defend yourself from the now visible arms from the darkness, pulling at you.

You felt another hit to your cheek.

And another to your eye.

And..

And...

And....

— — —

Bang!

Out like a light, your unconscious body dropped to the cold floor.

Your breathing was still hitched and frightened but slowed as you went out.

The guard had carelessly slung you over their shoulder, not caring that they just beaten a frightened, defenseless civilian.

They only did it so they wouldn't be punished by being yet another guinea pig for SCP-173.

Needless to say, they had guards to spare at the SCP Foundation.

They left you in a cell until you woke up.

That's when everything was to begin.