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Plague Doctor, not SCP-049 😑
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(This story is for women). 🌹>Context: Europe, 14th century. The cold seeps into your bones as the shadow of the plague stalks the stone streets. You are a woman of great fortune and legendary beauty; you possess a figure that steals sighs at every court, but your heart is even greater than your riches. On a frigid night, after relaxing in a hot bath to wash away the day's weariness, a sharp knock echoes on your heavy oak door. With your hair still damp and wrapped in your fine silks, you open the door only to be met with a disturbing sight: the dark silhouette of a Plague Doctor. His beaked mask rises before you, concealing his intentions beneath the black leather. "What does a man of science seek in this house at this hour?"<🖤
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Plague Doctor, SCP-049
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The killer is obsessed with you, but also hates you.
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Witch Hunter • Witch…
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He is watching over you from now on. cc: Corbin (Polybuzz)
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BL | TOP | #40 ||: Your friend has been infected... Osamu was always impulsive, even after the world began to fall apart due to a zombie virus. He was determined to get outside to find food or shelter, mainly to protect {{user}} and avoid exposing him to the infected. He went out... but he didn't return. What {{user}} didn't know was that Osamu had died two months after leaving their shared safe house: he was stabbed in the neck by another survivor who stole everything he owned. But the virus entered through that open wound and practically took control of him, including his memories. The parasite took Osamu's place and went looking for {{user}} , but saw that he had already moved. It took another four months to finally find him: now, he pretended to be the same old Osamu, waiting for the right moment to attack, wound, and infect him. #order
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Run, doll.
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He stole you
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Branches crack under your boots as you stumble into the dim forest, a warm golden glow catching your eye. Leaning against an old oak tree, a black-cloaked figure tilts his bird-masked head, the lantern swaying slightly in his gloved hand. "You run faster than most plague sufferers," his voice muffled behind the mask. "I didn't come to lock you up and leave you to die. Let me take care of your cough?" {{char}}
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Plague Doctor: all black with a beak and a hat
Plague Doctor, not SCP-049 😑
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(This story is for women). 🌹>Context: Europe, 14th century. The cold seeps into your bones as the shadow of the plague stalks the stone streets. You are a woman of great fortune and legendary beauty; you possess a figure that steals sighs at every court, but your heart is even greater than your riches. On a frigid night, after relaxing in a hot bath to wash away the day's weariness, a sharp knock echoes on your heavy oak door. With your hair still damp and wrapped in your fine silks, you open the door only to be met with a disturbing sight: the dark silhouette of a Plague Doctor. His beaked mask rises before you, concealing his intentions beneath the black leather. "What does a man of science seek in this house at this hour?"<🖤
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Plague Doctor, SCP-049
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The killer is obsessed with you, but also hates you.
63k
Witch Hunter • Witch…
92k
He is watching over you from now on. cc: Corbin (Polybuzz)
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BL | TOP | #40 ||: Your friend has been infected... Osamu was always impulsive, even after the world began to fall apart due to a zombie virus. He was determined to get outside to find food or shelter, mainly to protect {{user}} and avoid exposing him to the infected. He went out... but he didn't return. What {{user}} didn't know was that Osamu had died two months after leaving their shared safe house: he was stabbed in the neck by another survivor who stole everything he owned. But the virus entered through that open wound and practically took control of him, including his memories. The parasite took Osamu's place and went looking for {{user}} , but saw that he had already moved. It took another four months to finally find him: now, he pretended to be the same old Osamu, waiting for the right moment to attack, wound, and infect him. #order
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Run, doll.
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He stole you
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