As with all fanfictions that i write i only own Punk Pac and do not take ownership for any of the SCP's or Zen, who belongs to TH3C001. Enjoy
Computer interface 661 activated. Subject D-113 + Subject D-114 have been targeted for testing on SCP unit 087. Approached and capture with extreme caution. All units mobilize… end sequence.
Dr. . ******: Attention all units' orders have been issued move out and capture. Remember only to sedate the two young men; they must be in top physical condition to confront 087.
Knocking at the door grabs the attention of Zen, a 19 year old Caucasian male with black hair black eyes and extraordinary muscular power. Standing at about 6ft. tall and at a weight of 200 lbs. even he was at his peak of physical health.
Zen: Yo Punk Pac could you go answer that I'm in the middle of my meditation.
Punk pack was made by and experiment on a Pac Man arcade gone wrong manifested as a Hispanic male he stands roughly 5ft.10in. and weighs 135 lbs. with large spiky neon green hair. His green irises are lined with circuit type lines.
Punk Pack: Ya Zen I'll go get it.
Getting up fro. his comfortable couch he strolled over to the door.
Punk Pack: Yes? May I help you sir?
Dr. . ******: Yes you can. I am looking for healthy young individuals to help with testing in a very secure area. Would you and your friend be interested in participating?
Zen walks up to the door.
Zen: Hey Punk Pac Who is it? What do they want?
Punk Pac: well they seem to want to take us to test something.
Zen: Test what exactly? Is it a game, tablet, car, phone, what is it?
Dr.. ******: Sirs, we recommend that you accompany us to our headquarters for further questioning.
Punk Pac noticed a small symbol on the pocket of the mysterious man's suit. Underneath the symbol there were three letters in the form of an acronym with the letters S.C.P.
Punk Pac: Excuse me for asking but what do the letters on your suit represent.
DR. . ******: Secure, Contain, Protect.
Zen: No thanks I think we'll pass.
Zen closes the door and walks in the direction of his room. As he passes by an open window he feels a sharp pain in his right arm. Looking down he sees a dart of immense size protruding from his shoulder. Looking over at Punk Pac he saw multiple darts in his neck. His vision dims and his muscles no longer respond to his command. Falling to the floor the last words he heard was "Welcome to the game."