Reupload because spelling error (sorry, I was in a rush)
This looks like shit because I started this the moment I woke up, but more Cable stuff (definitely not because I forgot he existed for a little bit)
Also, I didn't feel like coming up with an Agent [Redacted] design on the spot, so for now, he's just stuck being redacted for a little while
He'll get a design soon, he's probably gonna show up a few more times here
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OH OH?’ YOU WRITE SCPS?! If you can, can I request Able (076) where he’s in love and dating SCP foundation worker reader?
My first SCP ask!! :] I haven't given Abel nor Cain much thought outside of Abel just assisting with breaches. Sorry I went a little crazy on the length!
SCP-076 - Abel
Abel is one of the more...difficult SCPs that you have researched.
You've been at this site longer than you can count back to, and even a previous site as well, before that one was nuked terribly.
And you've never met a creature such as him.
Whenever he wasn't killing people, he was pacing the viewing glass of his cell, staring at you.
You felt terrible, like a mouse being stalked by a lion.
Abel was always agitated, always angry, and the only time you've seen him smile was either when he was ripping out intestines, or, recently, when you shot him in the head with an automatic pistol.
It's freaky.
A part of you thinks that he wants to act on revenge.
Another, more human part of you, which is rare these days, almost suggests that he's looking at you with respect.
You were the only one to stop him without that explosive collar he wore in the past 5 years, after all. That had to count for something, right?
You had piles and piles of paper work pertaining to him, knowing him inside and out for the past 2 years.
And on the day of an MTF operation, you thought you were safe in your office. This was your first mistake, you should never feel safe in this field of work.
But in the midst of a small, harmless breach, Abel had launched himself through the locked security door of your office like a fucking looney-tune character.
And this was it. You would die. He would kill you, and you would be written off as another causality in this breach.
But lo and behold, a quite large axe materialized in his hand, and swung it right over your head, missing you by at most 3/4 of an inch.
SCP-439, an insect to bigger than 3 centimeters, had been the SCP to breach containment during MTF patrolling hours.
"You are safe now." His voice, husky, still held a certain gentleness as he spoke toward you.
And out of the two years of studying this creature, this violent, animalistic entity, you’ve never seen him act in such a cautious, intriguing manner.
The axe disappeared into the supposed pocket dimension of weapons, and he very unceremoniously grabbed your face on either side, cocking his head to stare you down.
You couldn’t move, didn’t have any last words to say, and you didn’t have that automatic pistol that saved your life last time.
This might be where you finally succumb to the horrors of the foundation.
But…Abel only studied you, taking in every little feature of your face, counting every eyelash and freckle and noting the way your nostrils flared with fear.
“I would not hurt you, Reasearcher. You are much too…unique. I would like to propose a-”
Not another word left his mouth, because it was shot off by the sudden wave of MTF entering your office.
So much for proposing a courting.
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from dead (sometimes not ever even born) fandom to dead fandom i have never known peace.
once again its me, my hyperfixation and like two other people -who vaugely know of source materials existance- against the world.
i also drew a bunvh of shitty drawings of the doctors but i feel like theres less people who care abt that then this 😭
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