SCP-035 x Reader - Adoration

Chapter 17

Minor gore warning.

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[17— The Recursive Room]

   "035?"

   The mask stared over its shoulder and down the open doors as if searching for me. It gave no response. It clenched the fists of the host, moving back to the previous hallway and peering at both sides. Of course, I was nowhere in sight.

   It whirled around and approached the next door, pressing the button to open it. It moved along as soon as the door whirred open and did the same with the next door. With each hallway, it looked in both directions.

   "Such a fool..." It muttered, frantically pressing another button. "[Last Name], come back to me, won't you...?"

   Even if I could speak to the anomaly, I wasn't sure what I would have said to that.

   I followed him, and whilst I did, I wondered if it would have been smart to attempt to go back on my own. What stopped me from going along with the idea was the possibility of being invisible forever if I did. That worry then brought me to thinking I could possibly remain invisible forever even if I escaped in following him.

   "Should've shut myself up and listened to you. Then I wouldn't..." The mask sighed. I noticed it was moving through the corridors faster. "A funny SCP I brought them into, hm? Brilliant idea."

   035 halted in the middle of the next hallway, peering to the right and down the hall. On the floor was a puddle of blood. Heaps of crimson splattered across the hall around the puddle, plastered against the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. The ringing in my ears was unbearable. I didn't know whether the mask heard it too or not. If it had, there was no indication.

   It scoffed, shaking its head. "Brilliant." It moved on, continuing hastily through the hallways, unknowing to me tailing behind it.

   Once again, I attempted to touch the SCP. My hands, like the last two times, phased right through the host.

   Maybe if I— As soon as the mask opened another door, I rushed right through it and to the next one and pressed the button. The door whirred open, almost to my surprise. I whipped my head around, eyes locked onto the mask.

   No reaction.

   The host's hand went through mine and against the button, the anomaly then walking through the door that appeared already open to me.

   Had I always been breathing so heavily?

   I rushed after the mask. There had to be some way through this.

   "Perhaps it was inevitable." 035's voice was audible once more just over the ringing. "A piddling old mask can't keep anyone around." It chuckled, and something about it was sad.

   I almost went to reach out for it again, but stopped midway in remembering it would have been to no avail.

   Down a few more doors and soon the puddle of blood was larger. There was something small and round sitting in the middle of it. Only after a few seconds of squinting at it did I realise it was an eyeball. The ringing was melting my brain, beginning to sound faintly like static.

   "All well," 035 sighed again. It gave another chuckle. "Right...?" It pressed the next button harder than the last ones.

   I grit my teeth, unsure how much longer I would have been able to stand the ringing.