Romantic Plot

Requested by:
hold_my_flowercrown

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"Ugh, we're getting nothing out of her," a foundation worker groaned, stepping in to the surveillance room.

"What did you expect?" another sneered, leaning back in his chair.

"Something! She wouldn't say anything- She wouldn't even look at me," they ranted, putting their hands to their head.

"I'm going to say this again: Why don't we have 073 talk with her?"

"Why?"

"Nobody in this facility seems capable enough to be patient with and nice to her."

"Why don't you try to, then?"

"Be locked in a room with a Keter class SCP with no protection? Hell no!"

"It's not like nobody else is here. If something goes wrong, we've got guards at the doors."

"We don't know what she's capable of. Which is why 073 would be our best bet."

". . . Fine."

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You sighed, playing with the fabric of your outfit. Each interaction with a worker was even more stressful than the last. They treated you like a monster.

The speaker above you squeaked with static, making you jump. "SCP-- . . . --please sit back down at the table."

"Oh no," you mumbled under your breath.

You shuffled over to the table, pulling out the chair and sitting down in it. You already knew the procedure. You put your hands down on the table, each inside the shackles connected to it. They clasped around your wrists, ensuring that you wouldn't be able to use them to attack.

The doors behind you opened, and the voice instructed, "SCP 073, please enter the containment chamber."

You scrunched your eyebrows in thought. A different SCP? Why?

You heard someone walk inside. You wouldn't have been able to look behind you, even if you wanted to. The doors then closed.

"SCP 073, please sit on the opposite side of SCP--" The speaker cut out again, making you wonder why they hadn't fixed it already.

You heard the SCP walk closer to you, to your right. You looked the opposite direction, trying to keep from making eye contact. They sat down opposite of you, as the voice had instructed.

As you glanced up at them, your face flushed. SCP 073 was an attractive man with tanned skin, black hair, and blue eyes. Parts of him seemed to be made of metal, and there was some type of symbol on his forehead. You quickly looked away, but he had noticed your look, prompted by a chuckle. Your cheeks got warmer as you attempted to hide your face.

"Hmm, this doesn't seem right," he pondered to himself, making you look over at him--he was looking down at your hands. "Can you unshackle her?"

". . . Uh, are you sure, SCP 073? We don't know what she's capable of," the voice nervously asked.

"You're treating her as if she's a feral animal. I am quite sure. Please release her shackles," the man insisted, looking up to where the surveillance camera was.

The speaker went silent, and a few seconds later, the shackles suddenly opened. You retracted your hands, rubbing your wrists.

You looked up to the man. This was the nicest anyone in this facility had been to you. No wonder he was sent in. As he looked back to you, you dropped your head.

"Do you have a name?" he wondered.

"U-um . . . my name- . . . (Y/N)," you stammered, staring down at your hands in your lap.

"It's very nice to meet you, (Y/N). My name is Cain. So, how did you come to be in this containment chamber?"

"073, please refrain from small talk. Keep your conversations to the subjects addressed on the form."

Cain raised an eyebrow, looking down to the clipboard. He picked it up, scanning over it and nodding. He was about to talk, when an alarm blared throughout the building. You flinched, holding your ears.

"Attention, SCP 076-2 has breached containment."

"This again?" Cain sighed.

"Hm?"

The doors behind you slid open, making you look back. The guards on the other side nervously backed away, holding their guns tightly.

"073, please keep-- . . . --contained while our defensive personnel recontain 076-2. The doors have malfunctioned. We will try to find and fix the issue as quickly as possible," the voice explained spastically.

You stared out of the chamber, watching as the guards ran off, communicating using their walkie talkies. This would be the most opportune time to break free, but that would catch most everyone's attention, and that was something you didn't want.

There was also the problem of Cain. You didn't know what he was capable of, but he also didn't know what you were capable of. Though, you yourself weren't entirely sure of that either.

"I'm sure you won't be causing any trouble, (Y/N)," Cain stated, making you turn back around--though you didn't make eye contact with him. "I suppose it's not necessary to ask you these demeaning questions. Maybe back to my previous question: how did you get in here?"

"Mm- . . ." You rubbed your arm nervously.

"Unless you'd rather not share, there's no need to be shy," he assured you.

"I- . . . don't know. I-I didn't do anything wrong- A-at least I don't think I did. I can't remember," you bashfully admitted.

"I see." He nodded.

"Sorry."

"Your apology is unnecessary. That wouldn't be your fault."

A loud crash made both of you look towards the doors. It sounded like something was making its way to your containment chamber, and it was moving fast. Cain stood up, slowly walking past the table. He stepped in front of you, blocking the path between you and the entryway.

"Please stay behind me, (Y/N)," Cain spoke calmly.

"O-okay," you obliged, nodding.

Cain seemed to wait, staring down the hallway. The sounds kept getting louder and louder, making the anticipation you felt build.

Eventually, a wall across the hallway blew out--with it came someone skidding to a halt. They looked over, and upon seeing Cain, their eyes narrowed.

"You," they growled--you could tell by how much venom that was in his voice, that the two of them had had a long winded history together.

"Abel, we both know these are futile: your attempts to kill me. They all end the same," Cain attempted to reason with him.

Without replying, Abel walked towards him, his sword drawn by his side. As you heard him come closer, you peeked around Cain to catch a glimpse of who the man was. You blushed, seeing as he was just as attractive as Cain. His skin was an olive tone, his hair was black, and his eyes were grey. The most prominent features of him were the many tattoos covering his whole body. As he caught a glimpse of you--before you hid back behind Cain timidly--he stopped.

"Who are you?" Abel demanded, making you flinch. "And why don't I want to kill you?"

'Should I be flattered?' you wondered.

"This is (Y/N)," Cain replied--he took the chance to use this as a distraction. "She's an SCP."

"And why is she with you? She's a keter. She should be with me, trying to kill you," Abel ranted, walking towards the two of you.

"Because she's not that st--" Cain stopped himself, afraid that insulting him would set him off--". . . She knows she would just die. It'd be wasting her time. Maybe if she'd forgive me, she could put all of this past her."

'Forgive him? For what? He didn't do--'

"Forgive you? For killing her?" Abel sassed--you then realized that they were using you as an outlet.

"I-I would rather you didn't include me in this, p-please," you mumbled, stepping out from behind Cain.

When both of them looked at you, you blushed, looking down at the floor. Abel stared, making you shy behind your hair. When Cain looked back at him, he noticed the armed men that were making their way around the corner at the end of the hall.

Cain jumped over, grabbing you as he went. You yelped in response. This gave the men their chance to shoot Abel, which they didn't hesitate taking. You covered your ears--shielding them from the loud gunshots--and clenched your eyes shut.

They continued for a few minutes, until it went silent. You peeked an eye open, to see a pile of dust where Abel used to be. Cain sighed in relief.

"Is everything okay in there?" the voice from the speaker spoke as the doors to your containment chamber shut. "Everything had been disabled, but we could hear the gunshots from the surveillance room."

"Everything is fine. SCP 076-2 has been recontained," Cain replied.

"Are there any injuries?"

"(Y/N), do you have any scratches from when I grabbed you?" Cain wondered, and you shook your head. "Zero injuries . . . (Y/N), I'd like to thank you."

"Hm? What did I do?" you wondered, looking to him.

"You distracted Abel. That doesn't usually happen. So, thank you," he

"Oh. N-no problem . . . I guess," you trailed off.

"SCP 073, please resume the previous task."

"Shall we sit back down, (Y/N)?" Cain suggested, gesturing to the table.

"Sure," you murmured a reply, rubbing your arm.

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(A/N) Sorry if this wasn't what you had hoped for, but I didn't have many ideas for it. I don't know much about either of these characters, and Abel didn't seem like much for fluff-y stuff--especially when he'd first met someone