Seeing You | SCP-1471 x Male Reader

Chapter Eight (🍋)

A second chapter on the same week? That's rare.

And a lemon, I felt so uncomfortable making this... but glad that it's done.

Chapter Eight - No Regrets
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(Y/N)'s POV

I open my one and only eye and the first thing I see, worn-out stalls and beams of light coming from the top window.

I felt really warm but my bottom was a bit sore from the floor.

I look down to see Mal's legs between myself and the bed sheet around us.

Mal: (Y/N)....

She whispered.

I was a bit startled that she was awake.

(Y/N): Y-Yes?

She wrap her arms around me tightly.

Mal: You're safe with me.... okay?

I was a bit confused but I accept her response.

I thought of what she done and thank her.

(Y/N): Thanks for keeping me warm Mal. Without you, I would have freezed to death. Wouldn't want to die in a 'washroom'.

She lightly chuckled, so did I.

Mal: Of course, it was comfortable and.... safe in a way, like right now. Do you mind?

(Y/N): I don't mind at all.

I smile.

Mal: Let's stay like this for awhile.

(Y/N): Mhm...

We stop talking and took a bit of a nap as we hear the birds chirping and bit of water in the distance.

I think we're in a campsite area, and I been here before.

Now I sort of remember the look of this place. To wash my muddy hands off.

I start to remember.

(Y/N): I went camping here once.

Mal: In the bathroom? Interesting place....

She sounds unsure.

(Y/N): No no no, we're in a washroom, OF a campsite.

Mal: Ohhhhh... when did you first come here?

(Y/N): I think when I was 7-8. More than a decade. The camp lost money and got cancelled due to nearby bears apparently.

Mal: B-Bears?

She began to shiver.

(Y/N): Don't worry, they should be gone especially 10 years from now.

Mal: How can you be so sure?

(Y/N): I been here a few times when it became a open area. Never encountered one.

Mal: If you say so.

It was silent for a bit until something made me question.

(Y/N): Why are you afraid of bears?

I felt Mal shook a bit and she became silent for a bit, answering.

Mal: Well... my mother told me that my father died to bears.

(Y/N)(thinking): Sh*t, I brung up a sensitive topic.

(Y/N): Sorry to hear that, must be a sensitive topic for you.

Mal: It's okay, you are just curious is all.