Love Beyond Containment (Dr.Buck x Male SCP reader)

SCP-1765

- [ Nearly 2 days Post Manny Conflict ] -

Icky: So you really gotta go huh?

Y/N: Afraid so boss.

Y/n was packing his belongings while Icky stood at the door trying to negotiate him into staying with the Circus.

Icky: You don't gotta call me boss but your like family here-

Y/N: Icky please... Don't, okay?... Family is a cursed word to me and our 'family' was built on a lie...

Icky went quiet quick, Y/n really didn't like that word anymore but he didn't mean for his words to come out that harshly. There was an awkward drawn out silence until Icky spike up.

Icky: So what are you gonna do now?

Y/N: Head east, that's pretty much it...

Icky: Well if it's any help... I took a look through Manny's occult BS for you... All it was is suppression, it blocked out any healing abilities and kept your 'aura' in check....

Y/N: Here comes the but...

Icky: But... It's no good now...

Y/N: What do you mean?

Icky: Well to dumb it down, you were gravely wounded essentially at your lowest point when Manny locked your powers away... Now that your 100% though...

Y/N: A cork won't stop a flood... Well so be it, nature of the beast I've become accustomed too... What are you gonna do with him?

Icky and Y/n left the trailer and Y/n motioned to normal-faced Manny who sat catatonic and shell shocked whilst handcuffed to a trailer supervised by the Strongman.

Icky: Probably ditch him at some homeless shelter in Brussels before we take off... Speaking of unfinished business, here.

She extended a handful of cash and a hiking pack to Y/n. He chuckled and took the bag but pushed the cash back into Icky's hand.

Y/N: You need that more I but I will trade ya for the goggles.

He smiled and put the old steampunk style goggles on to conceal his inhuman eyes once again.

Y/N: In fact consider it a donation to the finding Motormouth fund...

Icky: .... Right... Well I guess this curtains for now... Till next time Y/n.

The two shook hands and Icky gave him a sad but supportive look as she turned away to lead what remained of the circus to their next adventure.

Meanwhile, Y/n took a last look at his trailer with the weathered painted-on name 'Motormouth' across the side on bold comical letters.

Y/N: When are you gonna be able to protect those you care about?

Y/n hauled the backpack over his shoulder and said his goodbyes as he watched Hermann Fuller's circus take off. Now he was left on his own again, a familiar sensation in which he didn't weather it was good or bad how quickly he was getting used to it.

He looked to a Map Icky gave him, he figured he had a long hike ahead of him starting with Brussels then to Tibet. Only 7283 KM direct, ignoring roads and what not.

Y/n gave an annoyed sigh now realizing he should have opted for a lift at least further down the road but hindsight is 20/20 so he began his walk down.

Enduring rain and shine the lovecrafian man beast continued to back pack his way to Tibet, crossing through the Belgium off roads and small towns where he found many a new culture.