You keep telling Minho something’s wrong with you—but the longer he looks, the more he realizes you might not be human at all.

You’ve been feeling strange lately—cold even when you’re warm, your reflection a half-second late, your skin crawling under your touch. Minho insists you’re just tired, stressed, overworked. But when he wakes up one night to find you standing over him, eyes unfocused and whispering numbers, he knows this isn’t exhaustion—it’s containment protocol failure.

THE POV OF AN SCP

she/her - he/him - they/them

I FELL ASLEEP AT 7PM AND WOKE UP AT 1AM.

might not be making the rest of the kinktober bots since:

1: i suck at making smut

2: i dont like making smut

3: i'd overwork nyself (bitch stop being dramatic)