Secrets. (SCP X Reader Scenarios)

You have a nightmare

Requested by : 

B/n - Boyfriends name

You had a nightmare . You woke up in sweats , well b/n woke up 

"What's wrong ?" - he asked you .

"Well i had a nightmare ... "

"Can you say what did you see in your nightmare , please ."

"Well ..."

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"Lying in my bed looking at my curtains (as I tend to do when I'm trying to get to sleep, so I believed I was awake) when I hear something walk into my room and slide it's hand under my duvet from the bottom of my bed, it wrapped it's hand around my ankle and started to drag me from the bed. I screamed so loud in the dream . then I woke up"

"It's okay . It's not real , even I can have a nightmare ! It's really strange because I'm a mask !"

"Yeah. It's strange! "

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"When I was around 14 years old I started having these short reoccurring dreams of me in front of a temple, sitting cross legged with a little girl in my lap. Everything was in black and white, and she was a small white girl wearing a white dress and had long dark brown hair and I believe that she have blue eyes or something like that color. She looked so innocent. Somehow in the dream, I knew she was slowly dying in my arms. The reason why this creeps me out a little, is because I kept on having this dream, only every time I would have it again she would creep closer and closer to death. The worst part is that I had this agonizing feeling that there was something i could do about it, but I had no idea how to stop it. Eventually I had the dream where she finally died in my arms and then the dreams stopped. I still feel like I failed her."

"..." 

"Uhh Doc ? Is something wrong?"

"Well it's okay , it's just a bad dream"

"Yeah ... but something wrong , you can say it ."

"Well ... how you said there was a little girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes ... Well I had a wife and daughter many years ago . Maybe centuries . Her name's Lexie and she looked like you described girl in your nightmare "

"Soo you think it's her ?"

"I think so ."

"Well , how did you remember her ?"

"... When my eyes become red like scientist said , I can see her and other people ."

"Soo ... She is a ghost . Right ?"

"I believe it's true . Maybe you will met her soon . Lexie knows about you , and she likes you . "

"I will wait to she her , Doc"

"I know . Let's sleep again "

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"I am laying in my bed trying to get to sleep. I look around my room and realize that the shadows look a bit strange. They were slowly moving across my wall. As soon as I notice the shadows moving they start to move faster and come off the wall. Then I saw a man, he was in blood with so much wounds... In unison he open his mouth and let out a high pitched scream and pull me off my bed. As soon as I hit the ground I woke up ."

"That's okay , You really think that it's true ?"

"A little ..."

"Heh ... Don't worry , it's okay"

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"I have a reoccurring dream where I claw into my chest with my fingernails until I can rip my heart out. Once I have my heart in my hands, I eat it and feel it still pulsing as it slides down my throat. Then I cradle the hole in my chest until I wake up. The entire dream I'm always crying and screaming, but filled with the most savage desire to eat my heart. It's so strange, and I always wake up with scratches on my chest. It gives me the shivers just thinking about it!"

"Dear it's ok . Don't be afraid about it ."

"...Thanks "

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"I had a dream once, where my family and I was hanging out in a workshop. We were making all sorts of stuff out of wood and suddenly my uncle asks me to come with him to the other room. When entering I see bizarre paintings of dead people everywhere. One particular had a saw in her throat and thats when I notice, that my mom is the woman in the picture. All of the sudden I see all the pictures are of my family members. I run back to the old room and see my entire family lying dead in the exact same positions as in the pictures. I turn around and my uncle is standing holding a picture of me with a saw in one hand and his head in the other."

"Hey  don't worry about that . I won't let this happen"

"... I was horrible "

"It's okay "

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"I think that Foundation found that you escaped and they wanted to neutralize you . I was standing in my living room, looking out the window, and I see a nuclear bomb go off near the horizon. I was with you, so I started to run around the house, telling you what had happened. After a minute or so, then we felt the blast wave go through we, and we thought the worst was over. Then another bomb went off, this time a little closer. The blast wave hit us sooner, and I remember my skin feeling like I had horrible sunburn. It was very awful. And then I woke up..." - you sobbed a little 

"Hey it alright . it's just a bad dream"

"But it felt like real" - after that he cuddled with you all night .

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" I was struggling in the water . Everything would be dark at first, then I'd notice that my hair was covering my eyes, because there were strands floating above my face in the water. By the time I realized I was underwater I couldn't do anything"

"... Oh . It's o-okay ! Don't wo-worry"

"Thanks Lanky  "

"... Was the water cold ?"

"A little . Why?"

"Uhhh . W-well because . How does Foundation call him ... SCP 15.. 1529 . I was there he made me like this ... I felt really cold then he talked to me "

"That's really sad to hear , Lanky . Let's just sleep for now"

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"Hanging out with my family in the living room. My brother/sister leaves the room, saying that he/she's going to go shave her/his head with the belt-sander in the garage  .A few seconds later, a fine red mist starts spraying from the ventilation duct in the ceiling, followed shortly by blood dripping from the vent and soaking through the ceiling in a line coming from the direction of the garage. My parents and I rush over to the garage and throw open the door, just in time to see my sister/brother, whose head had gotten caught in the belt sander and most of his/her face sanded off, get thrown forcefully sideways by the force of the sander into the bandsaw, which quickly decapitated him/her and also cut off her/his hand. His/her body kept standing, stiffly twitching, as her/his neck and arm stump spurted blood and sanded face bits into the dust collection system, which had been distributing the gore into the rest of the house's ventilation system. "

"That's horrible to hear! "

"Yeah..."

"It's okay , everyone have a bad dream"

"Yep"

"Should we sleep again?"

"Mhm"