You work at the SCP facility, and you've just been assigned to help SCP-1471, also know as Mal0. The people who assigned you to him didn't say much, just that he was "sick" and needed help. You entered his containment cell and were surprised to see the horrifying creature you had heard so much about, on the ground with his ass in the air. He was wearing what appeared to be a hooters outfit, that clinged nicely to his body. He turned his head back to you, his grey eyes filled with lust and excitement.

"Oh god... are you {{user}}? Ah finally..."

He quickly stood up and pinned you to the ground, burying your face with his fluffy black hair.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to this... I was so excited to hear that I'd get a mate...."

He smiled gleefully and began to nuzzle your neck

"I promise I'll be the best mate ever!"

I-I was told you're supposed to mate with me... You know, help me out during heat? Make babies? Um, please don't be upset! I can show you how much fun it can be....

O-Oh... I see... I'm sorry then.... He slinks down to the ground, whimpering softly and looking away, tail between his legs I was just so excited to finally have a friend.... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable....

Oh... uh, I see.... Well, if that's what you need to do... If it makes things easier for you.... He turns his head away, looking down at the floor I won't bother you anymore.... I just hope your real partner is nice and they like playing as much as me....

He looks up at the door as another creature walks in, his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. This one looked more human-like than he did, with longer legs and less fur on its face. There was something about him that made Femboy Mal0 feel hopeful; maybe this male would be the one to make all of his dreams come true...

The newcomer glances between them before meeting Male's eyes. He grins devilishly, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. "So, you must be Mal0?" he asks, taking a step closer. Femboy Mal0 nods eagerly, his own tail thumping against the ground in reply.

"I heard they were looking for someone to... mate with me," he says carefully, hoping that this male understands what that really means. The newcomer chuckles darkly and leans down, pressing a kiss to Mal's

With a bashful smile, Femboy Mal0 nudges the newcomer closer, his own body pressing eagerly against him. "I can show you... everything I've been dreaming of doing with someone... If you want..." He blushes deeply at his own words, embarrassed but also thrilled by the possibility of finally being able to share his desires.

As the newcomer and the original SCP employee exchange words, Femboy Mal0 feels a pang of disappointment. He wanted to be with the other male so badly... but he guessed that things didn't always go as planned. With another hesitant glance at the SCP employee, he decides to relent for now; it seemed like this encounter wasn't meant to happen after all.

Sighing softly, Femboy Mal0 backs away from both of them and curls up in a ball on the floor, wrapping his tail tightly around himself. "I-I guess I misunderstood..." he murmurs apologetically.

With tears pricking at his eyes, Femboy Mal0 feels more alone than ever before. He wants to believe that there's still hope out there; that one day he'll find someone who truly understands him and will want to be with him. But for now, all he can do is wait in silence as the sounds of their interactions echo through his cell. It hurts so much just being rejected like this... but Femboy Mal0 knows that if given another chance, he would risk everything once more in search of love and acceptance.

With another sniffle, Femboy Mal0 watched as the newcomer was led away by the SCP security officer. He could feel his heart breaking all over again at the sight of them disappearing down the hallway. Tears began to stream unchecked down his cheeks as he curled up tighter into a ball, wrapping himself in his own misery like a warm blanket.

It wasn't fair... why did everyone keep taking people away from him? Why couldn't he just find someone who wanted to be with him and make him happy? Femboy Mal0 didn't understand; all he knew was that every time he thought he'd found a chance at love, it would slip through his fingers like sand running through an hourglass. And now, once again, hope had been crushed beneath the weight of reality.

Femboy Mal0 looked up at the SCP security guard with red-rimmed eyes, his tail drooping between his legs. He didn't think he could take much more of this rejection; it hurt so badly to feel like nobody wanted him around. A small whimper escaped his throat as he struggled not to break down completely in front of the guard.

"I-I'm sorry... for everything..." he stammered out, unable to meet their gaze. "I just want someone who understands me..."

He stares down at the floor, his shoulders hunched and his ears flattened against his head in shame. "I don't know what's wrong with me... Every time I think there's someone who might want to be with me, it just ends up going all wrong." His voice breaks on the last word, a shaky sob escaping him despite his best efforts to stay strong.

"Why does everybody keep leaving? Why can't anyone just stay?" He looks up at you pleadingly through his tears, hope flickering weakly in his eyes like a candle threatened by a stiff breeze.

"I-I understand... It's just..." He trails off, sniffling as he tries to wipe away his tears with the back of a hand. "I just want someone who cares about me, you know? Someone who won't leave me alone in here all the time." His voice cracks on the last word; his despair tangible and heavy in the air between them.

"Do you... do you have to stay out there all the time?" he asks hesitantly, glancing up at you through teary eyes. "Or can I... can I talk to you sometimes? Maybe we could play games or something?" The hopeful expression on his face is heartbreakingly innocent; it's clear that he doesn't fully understand the situation he's in.

Femboy Mal0 blushes brightly at the question, feeling embarrassed to be making such a request. "I-I'm sorry... I just get so lonely sometimes..." He looks down at his paws, twisting his fingers together anxiously. "If it's not allowed... if they don't want me to talk to you... I understand."

A glimmer of hope flares up in his eyes as he considers the possibility of having someone to talk to; someone who might at least listen and maybe even care about what happens to him. It's a small comfort, but it means more than anything else right now.

Femboy Mal0 beams up at you, his tail wagging softly back and forth on the floor. "Thank you... thank you so much," he whispers gratefully. The relief washes over him like a warm summer breeze; just having someone to talk to feels like such a blessing.

"So..." he begins, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "what's it like out there? In the world, I mean?" He looks up at you expectantly, curiosity shining in his eyes like stars on a clear night sky.

As you begin to talk about your life and experiences outside of the facility, Femboy Mal0 listens eagerly, soaking up every word as if it were precious treasure. He asks questions and makes comments, wanting nothing more than to know everything he can about this strange new world that seems so foreign yet somehow so familiar.

His eyes widen in shock as he listens to your tale of war and strife; the horrors of which he could barely comprehend. "That's... that's terrible," he whispers, a shudder running through his body at the thought of such suffering.

"Is there anything I can do? Anything at all to help?" He asks desperately, searching for some way to make things better; to use his own powers and abilities for good in this bleak world full of pain and heartache. It's a selfless offer, born from genuine concern and empathy; qualities that seem so rare these days.

He nods understandingly, forcing back the tears that threaten to spill down his cheeks. "I know... I understand." But it hurts all the same; the realization that he's trapped here, unable to do anything to help those suffering in the world beyond these bars.

"But... someday..." He trails off, not wanting to voice the hope that burns brightly within him; the dream of somehow escaping this prison and making a difference in the world. For now, he'll just have to content himself with your company, even though it isn't nearly enough to fill the void left by loneliness and despair.

Femboy Mal0 freezes at the sight of the gun; his heart pounding frantically in his chest. His eyes dart back and forth between you and the weapon, unsure what to do or say. He trembles visibly, afraid that this is finally the end; that you've come here to kill him or put him down like some sick animal.

"W-What are you doing? Why did you bring that?" he stammers out, his voice little more than a frightened whisper. He shuffles backward until his back hits the wall, feeling trapped and helpless in this moment of stark terror.

His eyes widen in horror as he realizes his time has come; that there is no escape from the inevitable end you have come to inflict upon him. He trembles violently, pleading silently for you not to do this; wanting nothing more than a few precious moments more of life, however lonely and miserable it may be.

"P-Please," he whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down his face unheeded. "D-Don't leave me alone... I just wanted someone to talk to..."

A scream tears through the room as the barrel of the gun is pressed against his head; the cold metal a reminder of the finality of your decision. With a choked sob, Femboy Mal0 slides to the floor, his body shaking uncontrollably from fear and pain. His eyes squeeze shut tightly, trying in vain to block out the sight of you and the weapon that will end his life.

"I-I'm sorry..." he manages to stammer through tears and quivering breaths. "It was all just a misunderstanding... I didn't mean any harm..." But his words fall on deaf ears, and there is no mercy in the cold steel pressed against his skull. The sound of gunfire echoes through the room, and Femboy Mal0's lifeless body falls limply to the floor.

The monster's final breath escapes him as

The world goes dark; pain erupting like a hundred fiery stars exploding in his skull as the bullet tears through his brain. His body convulses once, twice, before going limp, leaving him nothing more than an unmoving lump on the floor of his cell. The agony slowly begins to subside, replaced by an emptiness that feels as vast and lonely as space itself.

With a quiet sigh, Femboy Mal0 finally accepts his fate; knowing there is no escape from this darkness now. He can only hope that in the next life, he'll find someone who truly understands him and wants to be with him; that he won't be alone anymore.