A/N: Okay, made up my own SCP number because there's so many I didn't want to just pick a random number and have it already taken because how confusing would that be? You're going to figure out very quickly that I'm structuring this a lot like the SCP Foundation's pages (interviews, file pages, etc.) with story put in for obvious reasons, this is a fanfiction after all! SO anyway, hope you enjoy it and RNR!

SCP-X

Item #: SCP-X

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedure: SCP-X is to be kept in a 8' x 8' cell with minimal furnishings (it does not seem to require any furniture as it makes a 'nest' in one part of the room and will spend all its time there after, but if requested, staff are encouraged to provide within certain parameters). Personnel and subject contact must be kept to a minimum unless directed and must refrain from physical contact when at all possible. Personnel are encouraged to avoid eye-contact and not to speak to SCP-X unless directed to do so, as SCP-X has the ability to influence actions in its favor if responded to. SCP-X does not require feeding and keeps itself groomed therefore contact should not be needed outside of a controlled environment while testing.

Description: SCP-X is what appears to be a young man (or woman if it so chooses, the ability to change genders at will was displayed but only once and has not been witnessed since the event) of 20-24 with white-blonde hair and gray eyes (though the color of the hair and eyes also have changed many times over SCP-X's confinement).

SCP-X was first discovered in ***** ****** when a young woman reported to the ***** ****** Police that she was being followed by a man she met at a night club, she claimed he bit her when they met then vanished, but she kept seeing him many times over the course of a five-day period. Reports of the same man (or, that is to say, other cases of stalking after being bitten by a man with similar features) began to appear every so often in the same area surrounding the night club.

As soon as the reports came in, the stalking stopped for a time, but soon after all the stalker's victims turned up dead, all of them appeared to have died around the same time. The first thought by SCP investigators was that they were dealing with a vampiric species, but there was no missing organs (the liver or heart commonly are eaten by such hominids) and the bodies were not drained of any vital fluids nor were they harmed in any way beyond the initial bite. Friends of the victims were questioned about what may have happened the nights the bites took place and all had similar accounts:

A young man (or in one instance, a young woman) approached the 'target' and began talking quietly to them, often leaning up to nuzzle or kiss the intended, holding their hand, and acting provocatively then biting the person and disappearing into the crowd.

The strange and random behavior was puzzling until SCP-X's capture, when it was subsequently found to have the ability to speak:

Account #: *****

Interview with Dr. ************

Date: **/**/**

Dr.: How do you hunt?

X: . . . hunt?

Dr.: Yes, in what manner do you hunt your prey, how do you kill them?

X: . . . you seem to misunderstand what I am.

Dr.: Enlighten me.

X: Well, I suppose I won't be leaving here for a while and you all seem stumped as to how to properly care for your pets so why not? I'll only benefit from you gaining knowledge.

Dr.: Of course.

X: I feed off of emotion, Doctor . . . ?

Dr.: *****, ***** ************ is my name.

X: (looks puzzled and blinks) Is that what people call you?

Dr.: What do people call you?

X: . . . they don't. I don't have a name that I am aware of but that's hardly the subject at hand. Anyway, I feed from emotions, it really isn't important as long as the emotion is very strong and . . . filling. Though stronger emotions considered 'bad' do make me ill.

Dr.: And the bite?

X: Ah, that, yes, you see, I mark my 'prey', as you so delicately put it, so that I can find it again by scent and it warns other predators from my meal as well.

Dr.: What other predators? Are there more of you?

X: (pause) Well, I don't think I need to tell you the latter, but as to the former, I speak of interference with the emotions I desire. Stress, jealousy, pain . . . so bland and bitter, but arousal, love, and sometimes if I have a hankering, fear . . . so juicy and delicious. Arousal and love though, they are perhaps my guilty pleasure, my 'comfort food', as you might say.

Dr.: Hence your provocative behavior at the night clubs.

X: Quite, humans like a quick touch, a whispered promise, and if I'm in the mood, follow-through.

Dr.: You've engaged victims in sexual congress?

X: (nods) Once or twice but it isn't something that I absolutely need to survive.

Dr.: How do you choose your target?

X: Must you make it sound like I mean them harm? I'm not a killer.

Dr.: And yet all the people you bit within the last three weeks turned up dead.

X: . . . that was an accident, I panicked.

Dr.: You knew they'd reported you to the authorities?

X: Yes . . . I was unsure what that meant for me, to be honest. Would they attempt to try me? What would I say? Honestly anyone outside of these faculties reading this report would think it fiction! I would have no case, no chance to explain myself and then what? I would starve to death most likely, I have to have had intimate contact with my prey, a caress, a kiss, a handshake even if I'm desperate, but otherwise I am powerless.

Dr.: why did you kill them then?

X: I told you, I panicked, I took more than I should have at once and they died, they essentially had hormonal overload, a heart attack, and ceased to live.

-End of tape-

SCP-X paced the cell again, it was hungry and bored, it glanced at its nest and considered perhaps sleeping until it would be fed but that was boring and it wanted to do something beyond pace and think aloud. It wandered to the heavy door and leaned on it, glancing out the small window to where it could see the security room at the end of the hall. It wondered what other strange creatures and objects this place held? It had seen the teddy bear-things roaming the hall one time but other than all the teddies but the one in the front smelling human, it hadn't really been that interesting beyond the security guards reaction, now there had been a show!

SCP-X chuckled and sighed, it wanted out, it hadn't intended to hurt anyone and it had given all the information that they needed so why was it still here? It functioned in the human society well enough to be left alone so why hadn't it been released? And furthermore, what did they want from it?

It glanced up at the security cameras it knew were in its room and sighed,

"Aren't you bored yet? Watching me be bored all day?" It asked the camera, "I just want to walk around . . . is that so hard?"

There was silence and the question still hung in the air. It sighed and went right up to the camera on the left,

"Look, I could help you . . . with those bear things. I know they scare you, I could smell your fear from all the way over here."

The camera seemed to focus on him.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't." It promised, smiling a little as attention was most assuredly on it.

There were a few minutes where nothing happened then it heard footsteps and then light tap on the door. SCP-X went to the door and peered through the little window to see the security guard (short with spiky brown hair, young, green eyes . . . ordinary) shuffling nervously and glancing around, he was wearing a military uniform with sergeant chevrons on his arm and the name 'Caiman' above the right breast pocket,

" . . . why should I trust you?" Caiman asked.

"Because I'm not interested in eating you, destroying your thoughts, controlling you, or turning into a teddy bear. I just want to walk around a bit. I'm bored, can you blame me? There's nothing in here!" It counted off all the reasons on its long, pale fingers, "Now, let me out."

Caiman fidgeted nervously and looked over his shoulder, "Can you catch that damn bear?"

"Yes, I can." It murmured, watching the level 4 pass card shifting between the sergeant's hands.

There was a moment where SCP-X thought the man would recant and scurry back to his safe office but then he nodded and opened the door. X smiled as the door hissed and clicked open and then there was nothing standing between him and the outside world. Caiman blinked when X's expression changed and was about to slam the door closed but, too late.

A hand snapped out and-

Caiman swallowed and opened his eyes (he'd snapped them shut thinking he was most certainly dead) as bony, cool fingers stroked his cheek. He grimaced and tried to pull away but then X lunged forward, rubbing its cheek on his shoulder like a cat, X moaned and laughed,

"Oh, that was delicious! So refreshing!" Its eyes were rapidly changing color until they stopped on a soft brown, "You like brown eyes? Hmm . . . and," it reached up and tugged a piece of its hair into its line of sight, "Dirty blondes? Interesting."

Caiman hadn't unstiffened his body the entire exchange and found breathing difficult, "What . . . ? What are you . . . ?"

"Look, I'll help you with your little teddy issue, I just needed a pick-me-up and your fear was so . . . tantalizing. Can you blame me?" X did a full-body shiver and rubbed against Caiman for emphasis, "I'm sorry, it caught me off-guard."

Caiman watched the now-darker-blonde thing step back and stretch, " . . . you're not going to . . . eat me, are you?"

X snorted, "If you count feeding off your fear as eating you then yes, I fully intend to devour you any chance I get. You have to understand, the 'meals' I'm brought are almost devoid of anything involving emotion, they're hollow and bland. I . . . needed something else."

It looked guilty for a moment then swallowed,

"I'm sorry I frightened you, normally I am not an object of fear." It shrugged, "I'll make a deal with you, you-"

"A deal with an SCP? What do you think I am?" Caiman crossed his arms, his fingers brushing the tazer he carried.

Its eyebrow rose and it snorted, "You let me out with nothing more than my word, so I'd say you're either really, really gullible or stupid. Besides, what is an SCP, I don't understand."

"A Special Co- look, can you help me with SCP-1048 or not?" Caiman glanced over his shoulder nervously.

"The bear, yes. If you agree to my terms I'll help you, otherwise you contend with it yourself, huddling in your little office." X narrowed its eyes and crossed its arms.

Caiman swallowed, "Fine, whatever, just help me!"

"Very well, where is it?" X glanced around, "I can track its little friends just fine but I need an approximation."

Caiman shrugged, "No one really knows . . . that's what scares me, it killed seven of our guys no sweat!"

X rolled its eyes, "Fine, we'll do this the hard way."

"We?" Caiman blinked, "No way, I'm not going in after that . . . that thing! You deal with it!"

"Oh really? And how am I to do that when I have no idea the layout of this place? I don't think it would do for me to get lost and- am I talking in a British accent?" X cleared its throat and shook its head, "My god, you like British accents? Wanker."

"Whoa, wait, what?" Caiman took a step back, "Why are you doing that?"

"Oh shut it, I don't exactly have a choice, these are your preferences, not mine!" X glowered then huffed, "Look, just . . . just show me a general area that I can, uh . . . mark out as territory, alright? I'll just walk along the line I set up and not any further."

Caiman didn't say anything for a moment, "What did I agree to?"

"To let me feed on you." X shrugged.

"What? No!" Caiman shook his head emphatically and backed up, "I'm not giving you organs or blood or whatever it is that you-"

"Emotions."

"Excuse me?"

"I feed on emotions, just now with the fear thing I may have fed enough to last the rest of the day." X looked down the hallway absently, "I don't take things that would kill you. That's counter-intuitive."

Caiman blinked, "You . . . fed on me without me knowing? On my emotions?"

"Yes."

" . . . but I didn't feel any different."

"I'm not taking anything, just siphoning the essence of the thing. Look, I don't know how it works, it just does, alright?" X sighed, "Now, will you show me around or do I have to wander off and get lost for a few days?"

"No, I'll . . . I'll show you." Caiman reluctantly led the way around a ten meter radius of the security office and cells, "This isn't the only security office, we have three on every level and this is just the area I watch so you should be okay."

X cringed when it heard a strange noise coming from one area, "I . . . I don't like it here."

Caiman blinked and turned around, "What do you mean? Sure this place it pretty creepy but-"

X hugged itself and grimaced, "I don't like it here . . . I don't like the emotions I'm tasting . . . they're very potent and-"

X paused, smacked its lips then vomited, clutching its stomach and groaning. Caiman stared at the vomit, it was a dark, viscous material that hissed and bubbled, the substance filled the air with a sickeningly sweet odor and quickly evaporated. X was shaking and leaning against a wall,

"I . . . I want to go back to my room." It mumbled, squeezing its eyes shut and groaning again, "Now."

Caiman nodded and led the way back, "Are you okay?"

"No, I am not okay . . . " X whispered as they made it back to its room, "I want to go home . . . I don't like it here . . . "

Caiman blinked in confusion and reached out a hand to help X as the humanoid struggled to stay on its feet and he was shocked to see tears trickling down its face, the creature stumbled then went straight for its nest (an odd structure that resembled a wasp nest that dominated one corner of the room) and crawled into it.

There was silence as Caiman stood there in the doorway, uncertain what he should do really, whatever SCP-X was feeling or sensing had shaken it to the point of being ill and for some reason . . . he pitied it. He wasn't privy to a lot of information on SCP-X but what he had been allowed to read wasn't really dangerous as it was unknown.

"Do you . . . want me to get you something?" He asked lamely, not sure what X would want since the thing didn't eat or drink and didn't seem to require any care beyond monitoring.

X shifted in its nest and crawled back out, keeping close to the entrance but looking extremely distressed, " . . . sit with me? Please? I . . . I know that sounds silly, but I need," it covered its face with its hands and sighed heavily, "I need warmth . . . not heat, just . . . another living thing nearby."

Caiman bit his lip, he shouldn't be here doing this, he needed to get back to his office while his partner was eating, he had to be watching the monitors, he . . . "Only for a minute then I have to get back."

X watched Caiman sit on the floor a few feet away from it, there was silence as X just stared at Caiman, its hair and eyes back to their original color. Caiman shifted uneasily and glanced at X,

"Yeah?"

"Closer, please." X said quietly but didn't move away from its nest, prompting Caiman to be the one to move.

Caiman exhaled slowly then scooted over, "I'm in so much trouble if I get found out."

X blinked and tilted its head, "Why? I don't understand this place or why I'm here. I didn't mean to hurt anyone . . . I just reacted. Why am I here? Why are you here? The things I sensed in this place . . . they're horrible and dangerous, why is this place necessary?"

Caiman didn't answer at first then he shrugged, "I can't tell you. Classified."

"Why?" X tilted his head, "And why is everyone calling me S-C-P-X? What does that mean? I don't have a name, per say, but . . . I don't think I like being designated with something like that teddy bear that hurts and kills people."

"Well, you're a Euclid class object so it isn't that bad." Caiman shrugged.

X blinked, "Are you going to explain to me what that means or am I expected to understand anything you say?"

"It means you've hurt people in the past but you aren't considered dangerous now." Caiman explained.

"But I didn't mean to hurt anyone, it was an accident!" X exclaimed, its eyes widening.

Caiman blinked, he'd seen SCPs that hurt and kill with no other motive than to just do it, or to survive using humans as food, hell, he'd heard of SCP-049 having some 'mission' to cure a plague that had been wiped out ages ago, but this? This was different, this SCP wasn't acting hostile or manipulative, it seemed genuinely distressed that it caused harm and the episode in the hallway didn't add up if this was a being to be treated like any of the other Euclid types . . . it was confusing for Caiman to say the least.

"I . . . " X shook its head, "I felt horrible after I felt their lives slip away and I knew I'd made an error, but . . . but it just . . . got out of hand."

X turned and looked at Caiman then flopped forward, pressing its head into Caiman's shoulder and wrapping its slender arms around the sergeant's body, nearly giving the poor man a heart attack at its sudden movements. Caiman struggled, thinking he was being attacked, then stopped when X continued to hug him, clinging to him then sighing contentedly and moving away,

"That's better." It murmured and nodded, "I don't feel ill anymore, thank you."

Caiman stared for a moment, "What'd I do?"

"You relaxed and I was able to get you to feel sympathetic toward me enough to feed again, that last bout of sickness left me hungry again." X nodded and turned toward its nest, "I'm going to sleep for a while."

Caiman stood up slowly, "You . . . lulled me?"

X looked up before disappearing into the nest, " . . . you say that like I tricked you. I really am confused with everything that happened here. I really don't understand why I am here or about anything that I sensed out there. I really needed something alive nearby because for a moment I lost-" X swallowed and licked its lips, "I forgot how to play human. You're a thinker, Caiman, internally monologue-ing and problem solving . . . I discerned that that was when you are most comfortable and I needed that boost. I'm sorry if you think I was deceiving you, but how could I ask for something like that?"

Caiman sighed, staring at the nest entrance where X had vanished, "Alright . . . I'll check on you later than?"

"That would be appreciated, I do not like the others that come in here." X murmured and then didn't say anything more.

Account #: ********

Interview with Dr. ************

Date: **/**/**

Dr.: You don't look well.

X: . . . I don't want to be here.

Dr.: Here in the interview?

X: (shakes head and looks away) No, here at all, I want to go home.

Dr.: We can't allow that, I'm sorry.

X: Don't lie to someone who can read emotions.

Dr.: What?

X: You aren't sorry at all, you're quite happy actually, to have a subject that will speak to you and cooperate for the most part. You're ecstatic even that I'm here, I can taste it.

Dr.: . . . you haven't been feeding.

X: Am I that obvious?

Dr.: You look thin.

X: New diet plan, I ignore every unappetizing dish you put in front of me.

Dr.: We have limited resources so you'll have to take what you're given.

X: I refuse. I believe this is called a 'hunger strike'.

Dr.: You're just going to starve yourself?

X: (Nods)

Dr.: Perhaps we can come to some kind of arrangement? What do you prefer to feed on?

X: Humans that haven't seen so much trauma and horrific images that they're essentially brain-dead. They aren't filling and they don't respond to my attempts at inciting emotion! They cringe away from me or don't react at all! It isn't fair!

Dr.: We're doing the best we can, you're type of feeding demands a level of complacency that we cannot provide.

X: . . . then I won't feed.

Dr.: SCP-X, you will need to feed or you will die.

X: I won't feed and you can't force me to do so. I think I am done being 'cooperative'.

Dr.: You can't just not feed.

Note: SCP-X refused to speak the rest of the interview and wholly ignored Dr. ************ for the duration. Also has pointedly ignored any and all proffered food sources.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this, certainly Caiman would not have level 4 card, I'm assuming he swiped it or something and the 'food sources' that X is being offered are Class Ds because he does have the potential to kill so why waste anything but the bottom of the barrel? RnR please!