SCP preferences/ imagines

^ how you met ^

A/N: I have been a couple of months out of the fandom and completely forgot that the scientists like Dr. Bright and Dr. Alto clef existed.  Also, I am gonna use a TikTok user who does SCP things :)
Note: If I promise to write NSFW headcanons, it might take a while since I am writing on my school computer :).

Chapter one: How you met

    Scp 049:

A/N: You, the reader, have the pestilence. I am not the type of person to do the cliche, "You do not have the pestilence". Like, no. Everyone has the pestilence within the foundation. So yeah. Sorry :/

    You and your friend trembled as you were pushed into the blood-splattered room, You quietly sobbed as you heard a content sigh emmit from the other side of the room.

    "More patients to cure of the pestilence..." The robotic voice exhaled, emerging from the ominous, darkroom. You could feel your friend latch onto you.

    "We aren't ready to die, we are too young!" Your friend let out a strained cry, The plague doctor seemed amused by this, his steps were long and elegant as if he was on the red carpet in Hollywood or maybe a bride at her wedding. You couldn't comprehend what was happening, one second your friend was warm and colorful, but the next she was on the ground dead.

    You blinked rapidly as you felt hot breaths wafting on your face, you looked up, not moving your head, and saw SCP 049 towering over you. Your heart began to pump faster (if that was even able to happen since you were already panicked.
    "Do not fear, dear..." He softly whispered, he lowered his head down towards your nose, and the tip of the beak pressed against your fleshy skin. The mask was quite dirty and yet it maintained a porcelain look to it, "...You may have the plague, but you need safekeeping." The sounds of doors opening and a gun clocking filled the silent room, you looked to your right and saw security guards and one MTF standing at the door.

    "SCP 049, step away from D-5532!" one of the security guards demanded with such venom, 049 merely nodded before going over to your friend and dragging them away.  You were harshly pulled out of the room by the guard, your skin itched from the friction his gloves had against your skin.

    What did he mean by, "Safekeeping"?

SCP 1678-A (Unlondon bobby)

    You were a scientist that was sent out into the SCP that was Unlondon, you swiftly lead your investigation group through the carbon copy of the city that laid 1 Kilometer above, the streets were roamed around by Bobbies, so you had to be quiet and had to stay out of open areas.

    In what you feared from when the trip began, you had gotten separated from your group.  You desperately tried to find where you were going, but quickly got lost. You must've dropped the maps that the foundation had taken.  It was almost 9:57 from what your watch said.

    You had 3 spare chargers just in case (what you don't do this too?), but you had no WiFi down here, you cursed at yourself when you remembered that one of the newbies you were forced to bring had all of the food you had, you grumbled as you looked into your satchel.

    You only had three granola bars, 5 small carry packs of (your favorite chips), and 4 water bottles.  You sighed, wondering where the rest of your group was, you were so deep in thought that you had forgotten about not going into open areas.

    A loud squawking has awoken you from your deep daze, you looked up and saw the bird in the sky. Your adrenaline rose and you quickly sprinted to a place where the bobbies couldn't find you.

But alas you could only run out into open streets now, you could clearly hear the bobbies thundering footstep that raced towards you. You're breathing hitched as you were suddenly pulled into an alley, a leather glove covered your mouth to keep you from screaming.

"Hush, they'll hear you!" a male's voice quietly barked at you, you craned your neck to get a good look at who your savior/captor (at this point for you, either one would be good).  But to your horror, it was a bobby.

Your savior just seemed to smile at you, he released you and bowed.
"Please forgive me, M'lady, I had to conserve you're well being," He allured you with such a soft and gentle British accent, his "smile" seemed to grow as you nodded hesitantly, "I will lead you to the exit. your team is waiting."

~~~~~~

By the time you had gotten to the exit, it was 1:34 in the morning, your devices were at 45% and 57%. You sighed in content as a weight in your stomach was lifted, the butterflies of morbid thoughts left within you.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" You thanked your bobby, you had the pressure to hug him, but resisted.  He simply half bowed and nodded towards you and your team.

"It is no problem, M'lady, just doing what is right for women and men like the lot of you." He said,  and with that, he left.

You were left with an everlasting question that stained your mind.

"Why did he save me?"

Note: I have no motivation to write more, these two might be the two primary SCPs I might write for. :1