The SCP File

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The guards stood in front of the brothers cells, to prevent another incident with another SCP from happening. Conversation went on between the guards as per usual, none of them had witnessed the incidents, only hearing rumors of what happened at the water cooler. One of the guards there was a creep and kept talking about how pretty the SCP was.

"Keep yer' mouth shut, you fuckin' creep. She's not some chic you can fuck, she's a thing for this shady place for them to manipulate. I'm certain they don't want yer' nasty hands on her unless they're restraining her in cases of disobedience." An older gentleman growled at the younger guard. He had dark brown hair that was graying from his older age.

"What's your problem man? I'm sure a guy like you ain't getting any pussy at your age. Wouldn't you like to fuck her?" The younger man asked with a scoff. The old man rolled his eyes and growled.

"That girl was 14 when she came here. She is mentally unstable and doesn't need anymore damage done to her." The elder man growled at him. His grasp tightening on his weapon.

"Ok ok! Calm down Carter, I'll stop talking about it." The younger man scoffed, sounding disappointed and frightened. Silence followed, the other guards scared to speak up in the case of another act of aggression from the older man. Though, like every facility, it didn't stay quiet for very long.

The echoing sound of thundering footsteps drew closer. The sound of heels clanking down onto the floor echoed and scratched. Sharp breathing was heard from down the hall. Slowly, the noises grew louder, the person moving closer. Then the footsteps multiplied. These shoes sounded more like boots, however. Indecipherable shouting was heard, but all stayed frozen.

Soon a dozen figures appeared from the hall. The one in the front a blur of red, another a blur of white, and the rest, blues of black. Suddenly, the woman in red sped right past the guards before getting tackled by one of the black figures. She began to shout and struggle. The doctor caught up and panted, raising a hand for the other men to stop running.

"My baby! I want to see my baby!" The woman cried, her makeup now staining her cheeks, sobs echoing. The doctor rolled his eyes and back handed the woman, just like he did her daughter. However, the woman only got more aggressive and somehow managed to get out of the guards grasp. She got up and backed away from them. "How dare you?! You take my child away from me and now you raise your hand to me?! I have every right to see my child!"

"You're child is a monster! Ms. (L/n)! How many times must we explain it to you?!" The doctor grumbled, his chest heaving in rage. He knew that her daughter took a lot after her. Both women were persistent and always seemed to get what they wanted, even if it would kill them to get it. That's when the doctor got an idea. He smirked widely and grabbed one of the guards guns. "Have a good rest, Ms. (L/n). I will send young (Y/n) your love."

Her body fell to the ground with a thud. Blood flooded the ground and her barely alive body trembled. Ms. (L/n) coughed and coughed, until there was nothing left. The bullets had traveled so quickly into the woman, no one could even blink to realize what was going to happen. Everyone stood there: paralyzed, disgusted.

The creep from earlier bent over and began to puke. Whatever he had for lunch was now littered on the ground in a putrid yellow glob. The other guards grimaced as their stomachs twisted even more. The doctor rolled his eyes and threw the gun onto the ground. By chance, another bullet shot out and hit Ms. (L/n) in the head. Suddenly, globs of pink mixed with the yellow and a few more couldn't bear to hold their stomachs.

"You four." The doctor addressed, jabbing a finger at the four men who puked. "You have been demoted to D-Class. So leave."

The men nodded and scattered away, seeming ill and faint. The doctor only rolled his eyes, annoyed by their terrible gag reflex. Unfortunately for them, this was a normal days of work. In a place like this, the worst was always yet to come. Now with them in D-Class, the worst will catch them, very, quickly.

"The rest of you. Clean up the mess. Take Ms. (L/n) and cut her up. After you cut her up, feed her to them. Oh, and you'll be signing a new contract to not disclose what happened here today to anyone." The doctor said, his voice flat and unbothered. It was like he hadn't just killed this woman. "I don't even want to hear about this around the water cooler. Do you understand?"

The guards stiffened and nodded. The doctor left, he didn't even look shaken up. It was strange that his ears weren't even bleeding considering the fact that he just shot a very loud weapon off, five times. Carter looked as unfazed as the doctor, only scoffing at the pathetic excuse of guards who seemed shaken at this encounter.

"You heard him, get to work or you'll all be demoted to D-Class." Carter snapped at the men and two women. The female guards and four male guards began to clean the area, the last four began to cut up the dead woman. It wasn't too long before her intestines were littered on the ground. The puddle of blood got bigger and the guards were covered.

The four picked up the pieces of the woman and went into each of the creatures rooms. Carter closed all the doors behind them and watched the panic rise on their faces. There were screams in the hall, each coming from the creatures cells. The other guards stared in horror, watching their crew mates get torn apart and eaten by the creatures while the woman's body lied on the ground untouched.

"Stop staring and do your jobs. Now you know not to make the same mistake your friends did. When you're finished go back to your posts." Carter ordered, watching as the guards quickly went back to what they were doing. His sympathy grew grander for the young woman contained a few halls down as he watched the blood of her mother get scrubbed off the floor.

"SCP - Unnumbered, I need you to focus please." Dr. Chelsea's friendly voice spoke, capturing the young woman's attention once more. It was slightly odd for a botanist to work with a (more or less) human SCP. However, she was the friendliest female and the only one SCP - Unnumbered would compatibly worked with.

"Sorry..." SCP - Unnumbered mumbled in response, sitting back in the seat across from her. She tapped her fingers on her thigh and kept twitching. Dr. Chelsea took notes of these actions, becoming more curious when the patient began to cry.

"Why are you crying?" The doctor asked, confused. The SCP shook her head, not quite knowing the answer herself.

"I-I don't know. I just feel... empty all the sudden." She muttered, a frown stuck on her lips. The room started to cool around them, making Dr. Chelsea shiver. "Can I see my new friends?"

"No." She said, getting up. "You need to get back to your cell, unfortunately our session can't continue."

SCP - Unnumbered frowned and nodded, wondering why their session was put on halt and why she was crying. She'll never know that it was the burst in her mother's connection to her spiritual being, but the storm blossoming in her cell would be soon to reveal it.

"What's happening in there?" A doctor asks, his brows furrowed as he made a tsking noise. Dr. Chelsea shook her head, just as confused as her coworker. "Well whatever it is, I don't like the look of it. We'll have to get some more tests done on it."

"Is she safe to do another test? They only just did one on her a few days ago." Dr. Chelsea quickly piped up, not wanting her patient to be put in harms way. The doctor scoffed and clicked his pen multiple times, clearly upset.

"What's it matter? If it dies, it won't be a threat to the world any longer." Dr. Chelsea cleared her throat and nodded, staring back off into the cell. The doctor left the room to go talk to someone about getting more tests done. This subject shouldn't be hers anyways. She needed to stop getting attached.

Dr. Chelsea decided to leave. She didn't say goodbye because she knew it would only make things worse. On her way out, she stopped in the Slender's containment hall. Dr. Chelsea stared at the four creatures, she couldn't tell what the SCP saw in them. Perhaps it was an attraction, considering she's grown to see human men as a threat yet not creatures.

"Are you going to keep staring at them? Not a good idea, might piss them off." A man grumbled, catching Dr. Chelsea's attention. She glanced at the man then went back to staring.

"If SCP - Unnumbered stared and went in there unscathed, maybe there's a reason."

"Yeah, maybe that reason is because she heals quickly and can't fucking die." The man scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I hope that's true, or she'll be dead today. Which is why I'm leaving. Have fun living with yourself for being so awful." Dr. Chelsea responded before nodding and leaving. The man rolled his eyes watching her leave.

"Dramatic." He growled, frowning. He would never understand why anyone could bring themselves to care about these creatures, they were just predators and prey all together. Messed up creations from the devil himself. "That SCP isn't even human, killed her dad apparently. Only freaks like you four could do that bullshit."

The man began to walk away, he was the final guard for the night shift before the morning shift came. He froze though. Why? Because he suddenly thought about what Dr. Chelsea had said.

"If SCP - Unnumbered stared and went in there unscathed, maybe there's a reason."

'Maybe there is a reason.' The man thought, approaching one of the containment rooms doors. With a swipe of a card, the door opened and he entered the room, slowly approaching the creature. 'If some tiny bitch could do it, I can do it.'

Clearly, this man didn't hear what happened to the last four guards. Unfortunately for him, he never would.

( Bonus content ~ R@pe, Torture, and Vore )

* T R I G G E R W A R N I N G *

The man didn't notice the white tendril slowly grabbing onto his ankles. He jabbed his gun at the creature and saw no reaction. Slowly, he rose his gun up and tipped up the creatures hat. With the hat lifted, the man had revealed a smirk from the creature.

The man didn't have a second to take in the sight, when he was raised up and thrown against the wall, three time over. Blood covered the gray wall as well as the man's face and head. Coughing was all that could be heard in the cell before a growling purr began to rumble.

The rumbled came from the creatures chest, the man only noticed when his coughing subsided. His eyes, blinded from his own blood, couldn't find the source of it. He was soon to feel the vibrations in the air and through the grip of the creature that held him. The man started to thrash, beginning to shout.

A struggled shout was heard as a tentacle was shoved down the man's throat and a groan rang through the cell. The man tried to bite, but two more tentacles placed themselves between the gums at the back of the man's mouth, preventing him from moving his jaw. The tendril thrusted itself in the man's mouth as others got to work on the man's bulletproof vest and the pads on the man's knees. The helmet had been cracked and broken in the process of the man being slammed against the wall.

"Good little human~ just take it all~." The creature purred, ripping off the man's bottoms and boxers. A new tendril going down and gripping around the man's third leg. It started to jack the man, as the tendril in the man's throat was replaced with another tendril.

Offender's groans were quick to die, however, this prey was quite disappointing to him. Not to mention the thrashing the man was doing. The tendrils around the guard's ankles moved up to his thighs, keeping them wide open as Offender began to bite down on his preys shoulder.

The muffled scream of the man was more enticing, get Offender all turnt back up. He jerked the man harder and harder until his essence was dripping onto the floor. The white substance was quick to be joined by a red substance as Offender ripped the man's dick off. He chuckled, throatily, replacing his tendril with the man's own dick.

Offender laughed while the man tried to spit his own tiny thing out. It was priceless, some real dark web shit. It soon got slightly boring and Offender wanted a change in pace, his junior was dying for the real action.

The man was turned around, his tears had almost entirely washed away the blood in his eyes, giving the man vision again. Now this was a sight Offender could savor. The fear in the man's eyes was exciting the slender even more. Offender shoved his mouth against his, biting into the man's cheeks slightly. The slender swallowed his preys screams, as well as the man's limp noodle that had gotten caught in his throat a minute ago.

Offender licked the blood off his lips as he lowered the man down. He could see the bloody tears of the man, as well as the blood dripping from the man's cheeks and mouth. He waited, but when his prey didn't do anything he growled.

"Take off my pants now and get to work." Offender growled impatiently. The man swallowed his blood and shook his head, only to get his head slammed into Offender's abs. His blood decorated the crevices in his skin nicely, but the cry from his victim was even nicer.

"Fine fine! I'll do it!" The man sobbed, clearly disgusted as he unbuttoned and removed Offender's bottoms. There was a moment of hesitance from the man before removing Offender's boxers. The man shuddered in disgust.

After observing the victims hesitance, Offender took the duty among himself to slam the man's head down on his fully hardened member. He grunted feeling the warmth of his victim's mouth and blood surround his joystick. With every thrust of Offender's hips came the heavy bounce of the half dead male victim's head.

Loud growls and groans could be heard from Offender's cell, as well as the gurgling of blood and cum in the guard's throat. It was probably 30 minutes later when Offender was satisfied with the playtime he received from his victim.

He took a chunk out of the male's flesh. The man's dying screams softer than his others. It was slow and painful for the guard who had decided he was above all and could handle Offender. On the other hand, however, it was long and boring for Offender.

"Ugh. I will always hate the taste of homophobic fat men."