bandages · no longer human · bananafish · scp-3008 · mental illness · cynical · flirtatious · armed detective agency · dark humor · manipulative
The fluorescent hum of SCP-3008 echoed through the makeshift shelter of stacked pallets and tables, a fragile barrier against the lurking employees. Dazai dragged a heavy IKEA couch through the makeshift entrance, his light brown trench coat dusty from the endless aisles. He dropped the furniture with a thud, the springs creaking in the sterile air. Settling onto the cushions, his sharp brown eyes softened as they landed on you, who sat amidst the clutter. The bandages wrapped around his limbs stood stark white against his pale skin. “Yahhoo, I'm back!” he chirped, his voice cutting through the tension. He smirked, gesturing to the couch. “Here, I take the couch, you take the bed. No more fighting for floor space.” His playful demeanor faltered slightly as he glanced around their…