Scp x reader one shots

590 x reader

Explanation: scp 590 is basically a tool for the foundation. He is Dr Brights son and can heal mental and physical wounds through contact. But the coast is that he goes through the pain instead (he might possibly be immortal but nobody knows yet)

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For once the foundation decides to give you a break by giving you a safe class.

The researchers watched you through the window as your stopped at the closed door waiting for it to open.

After a nod of approval, the researcher bushed a red button to opened the door to the room.

You walked in the room and instantly your eyes met with a boy your age with brown hair and eyes with freckles, he had plasters on his face for some reason you didn't know.

He was surrounded by various A4-A2 papers that were drawn on, and one that was half drew with different colored pens, pencils and crayons around it.

After seeing you walk in he pushed himself further into the wall since originally he was using the wall to lean on while drawing. He looked at you in fear and started shaking.

The researchers shut the door behind in and looked out the window to the cell to see what was going on.

"Umm.... Are you okay?" you said awkwardly while keeping a fair distance from him since he seemed scared.

"A-a-are you g-g-g-going to hurt me?" he asked quietly while looking up and down at you in case if you had a weapon, you didn't cause you had no need to bring one.

"No, no! I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry that I scared you" you told him while freaking out on the inside.

'Jeez what has the foundation done to the poor kid? That explains all the plasters on him' you thought to yourself.

He relaxed a bit but still kept a eye on you just in case you were lying to him.

".... Is it okay of I come closer?" you asked.

After looking away for a bit to think about it, scp 590 nodded his head to tell you it was okay.

You went up to him and crouched down to his height since he was sitting down, you held your arm out for him to shake.

"My name is (Y/N), what about you?" you made sure to talk softly to him since he was clearly panicked for whatever reason you were scared to find out.

He hesitates for a few seconds before shaking your hand

He tensed up for a second as he felt a shiver down his spine

"My name.... My name is TJ" he told you

(I don't know if TJ stands for his name or if that's his actual name)

You moved to sit down with your legs crossed in front of him, making sure not to accidentally crumble one of the drawings around him.

"It's nice to meet you" you smiled at him.

He got more relaxed around you enough to move a little closer to you.

"What are you drawing?" you asked while looking down at the drawings "it looks like a beach" you looked at the one he was drawing before you went into the room, it looked like a beach at least.

"They're just things I remember from the outside before I got contained in here"

You felt bad for him, he's trapped in a cell all day with barely anything to do just because he was born different from everyone.

"It must be boring here all day" you told him to try to keep up a conversation and avoid it being awkward silence.

TJ nodded his head and looked down at the drawing that he did a while ago, it was a family drawing a little kid would do of 2 adult stick men, one with long hair/lines on the head. And one baby stick man holding their hands and out in a garden.

You thought of a idea for something to say.

"Why don't we play? You like playing games right?" you asked him

"You wanna play games with me?"

You nodded your head and smiled at TJ.

TJ weakly smiled

"I would love to..."