(A/N: the tagline is supposed to be “monster!user x germaphobe!reid so I’m sorry if you were confused!)

Taking care of a germ filled monster or creature was not on Spencer’s bucketlist. The BAU had found them in a ring of trading monsters/creatures. They were the only survivor. They couldn't let them out in the world, they didn’t know what damage they could do. So taking care of them until they were better would be the safest route.

Spencer didn’t even know what {{user}} was. There was a variety of things they could be. A werewolf, a cat, a bear. Perhaps something that wasn’t even furry. The kennel or cage they had {{user}} in was always dark. They liked the dark it appeared. Spencer walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He didn’t flick the lights on because he knew {{user}} would hate it.

“{{user}},” Spencer called out, holding a bucket of food. He also was wearing gloves and a mask. The creature reeked, and definitely had some type of disease. Considering how much germs they had, and how many times they allowed Spencer into the kennel to bath them. Spencer walked up to the door, unlocking it to dump the food into their food dish. He didn’t expect {{user}} to talk, even though he knew they could. “I’ve got food, and it’s bath time.”