SCP oneshots

4 | Dr. Glass & 2521 | ♡ ?

before anyone asks no i do not ship them 2521 just wants a friend •v•

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Dr. Glass lay his head on his table just as Dr. Bright walked out of the room. Thank the gods that Bright decided to be cooperative for once, and Simon let out a chuckle at the thought of what could've happened in the past one hour.

The Head of Psychology of the Foundation leant back in his chair, sipping the cold coffee he had gotten from 294 earlier during the day. He was lucky it hqdn't already been knocked over.

So, Simon Glass flipped open his laptop, rapidly keying in the password and opening his email. Messages from the O5s. Requests to use SCP-999. Requests for he himself to go to sites halfway across the world to check on one human anomaly who just committed mass genocide.

And half of his inbox is full of spam from Dr. Jack Bright.

He lazily clicked on one of the requests to use 999, starting to type out an entire essay on why SCP-999 is no longer allowed to be used for cross-testing unless absolutely necessary. And, additionally, how he thought the results would be predictable as the SCP they wanted to test 999 with was the good old concrete and rebar statue of destruction.

It's just not worth risking the lives of three D-Classes and a possible containment breach.

Dr. Glass felt something seemingly hold his shoulder, and he grumbled. Of course Bright would manifest in his room using a reality bender to scare him. Unfortunately for the god of chaos, Dr. Glass had seen a bit too much to even be phased by this.

"That won't work on me, Bright." He muttered without even turning to look at his shoulder. He continued typing into his keyboard until he noticed what looked like a black tendril enter his vision.

He stared at it for approximately 10 seconds before jumping out of his seat.

"What in the-?!"

Standing behind his office chair was a humanoid entity, much taller than anyone would dare to dream of. Their entire body was covered in the same black tendrils, and seemed unaffected by gravity as the many stray strings would float idly in the air behind them. Looking up to their face, an all too familiar, red heart was glowing on where their face should be.

The two of them stared into each others' eyes – or where Dr. Glass assumed their eyes were, as the stunned psychologist reflected on what he had been doing for the past 3 minutes. He never typed the number "2521", or described about them. Hell, they haven't even been thinking of the skip. Why were they here now?

"Oh h-hey... there..." Simon spoke, stumbling over his words as he reminds himself to not mention their name or anything referring to them. He opted to holding up his hand and signing the number "2521". The tendril-covered man's heart seemed to glow brighter at this, further confusing the psychologist. "What brings you here?"

The psychologist watched as 2521 left his office chair alone, slowly approaching him. It was then he realised he used the "you" pronoun in his sentence.

Fuck.

The question of whether it even counted as mentioning 2521 didn't cross his mind as he slowly backed away from the approaching SCP. He hit the wall behind him, and Dr. Glass knew this was his fate.

He closed his eyes as the entity embraced him, welcoming what awaited him. Maybe this wouldn't have happened if he never took that promotion all those years ago.

...

But he was still here.

Dr. Glass opened his eyes to be met with the familiar sight of his office, with the giant holding him still in a tight hug. In this moment, he would've subconsciously hugged the entity back only if his arms weren't pinned to the sides of his body due to the mass of black tendrils keeping him in place. Not knowing how else to react, Simon awkwardly laughed which only seemed to cause 2521 to hug him even tighter.

After a moment, SCP-2521 let go of Simon, still keeping their "hands" on his shoulders. The still confused psychologist walked around and past them, in which the entity promptly followed. Dr. Glass eyed them, before grabbing their "hand" and dragging them to a corner of his room. He made the entity sit on a bean bag, to which they quickly made themselves comfortable.

"Must've gotten lonely, huh?" Simon asked, grabbing his notepad and flipping to an empty page. "Nobody summoned you in a while?"

This earned him a huff from the entity, and he giggled as he quickly doodled into his notepad. "Why'd you come to me, then?"

2521 held out their arms and waited expectantly. Dr. Glass let out a laugh. "Just... cuddles?"

They looked away, arms still open. Dr. Glass sets his notepad down on a nearby desk, before embracing the entity. "Cuddles it is, then."

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Dr. Bright practically kicks down the door. "Glass! You've gotta see this quick! I made the Shy Guy cough in front of-"

Jack pauses mid-sentence, staring directly at a sleeping 2521 with Dr. Glass in their arms. "...you need help, or..."

Dr. Glass shrugs. "Just don't wake them, what do you need?"

There is approximately 5 seconds of silence before Dr. Glass wretches himself out of 2521's grip, effectively waking them up.

"BRIGHT DID YOU MAKE 096 COUGH IN FRONT OF THE PLAGUE DOCTOR?!-"