1.

I glanced back at my beat up car, already being sprinkled with the sand as a fierce wind whipped the particles around. Tired eyes turned to focus behind the chain link fence at the massive building. So many guards... Hopefully, I won't be shot down... I awkwardly clambered over a shorter portion of the fence, catching the sleeve of my hoodie on one of the spirals of barbed wire. The cloth ripped, however, my skin went unscathed so I brushed myself off and continued on, towards the high concrete walls, also topped with barbed wire. It didn't take long for a pair of heavily armored guards to notice and stop me.

"You. Stop."

I obliged and stood nervously, fidgeting with the hem of my sleeves.

"What are you doing here?" demanded the other.

"I-... this is the Foundation, right?" I sputtered, the nerves welling up in my belly.

They glanced between each other.

"Who are you?" the first one snapped, turning back to me, gun aimed at my chest.

"Mm... I think... I-I think I'm a danger to society."

Saying it out loud was hard. I practiced saying it all the way here, but saying it out loud was too much and the words caught in my throat.

After a moment, a guard moved forward.

"Come with us now."

I followed the guards inside, both aiming heavy artillery at me as though I could possibly kill them in an instant. Not surprising, I considered some of the things I'd heard about this place. They lead me inside, into some large open area where people were constantly walking back and forth between doors on opposite ends of the room. A large percentage of the people wore lab coats while others were either in guard or prison uniforms. One of my own guards called to someone wearing a suit, a rather expensive looking one, who came over. He, a tall man with pitch black hair and angry eyes, looked at me, then the guards quizzically.

"Sir, our apologies. This civilian wandered onto our premises and claimed to be a threat to society," the first, taller guard explained.

"An SCP?" he inquired, returning his gaze to me, looking more armed.

"Supposedly, sir."

The suited man shifted his weight onto one leg and considered something. He then took out a walkie and called for a Dr. Shep to meet him in exam room 2B.

I shifted, biting the inside of my lip in uncertainty. What had I gotten myself into? I knew what I was capable of, what I could cause, and yet I was still nervous about selling my soul to the devil. I was about to give up total freedom to these people in the hopes that no more lives were lost.

Fingers snapping in my face brought me back. I focused my gaze on the suit in front of me.

"I am O5- [redacted]. From this point on you are going to be treated like any other SCP, understand?"

"Uh-"

"You will be subjected to tests, physical, mental and emotional. You will be cleaned vigorously, dressed in scrubs and given a thorough medical exam. Is that understood?" he demanded.

My eyes flickered, focusing on one or the other of his eyes. Was he serious? They really were going to strip me of my privacy and all for what? Because I might,j just/might/ kill someone again? Or because I /already/ killed someone, no matter how vile, and am in need of some sort of justice? I glance nervously over to the initial guards who brought me here as if they might hold some answers in their emotionless helmet visors.

"Y-yeah..." I mumbled, finally tearing my gaze away from the guards, turning it towards the O5.

He nodded and turned, motioning for us to follow him. I hugged myself, a coping mechanism I've used for years, tightening my sweatshirt around myself tightly. We stopped in front of a room marked 'Exam Room 2B'. After swiping his card, the O5 opening the door and allowed me to enter first. This strangely looked like a normal doctor's exam room, with pamphlets and posters on both normal and unheard of diseases and how to prevent them. I glanced back at the others, specifically the guards, but it was the O5 who motioned towards the medical cot.

"Dr. Shep will be here soon enough, so sit tight until then."

"Wait-"

Before the tall man could leave, he sighed and turned somewhat towards me.

"Don't you... well... want to know?" I mumbled, glancing between him and the guards nervously.

"I'll read the reports later," he responded, leaving curtly.

The guard who initially talked to me stepped inside only to hand me a pile of clothes.

"There's a shower through that door," he informed me once I had accepted what I assumed to be scrubs. "Clean thoroughly."

"W-wait," I sputtered.

He waited more patiently than the O5.

"What's your name?"

The guard paused, then glanced down at his chest before sighing. He turned back to the other guard, who had apparently been listening, and was frantically searching his pockets. A moment later, he pulled what looked to be an ID card from his pocket and returned it to the other guard.

"Sorry, Hu- Jenckles," he sputtered.

The guard, apparently Jenckles, sighed and clipped on his name tag before turning back to me.

"This is Donahue and I'm Jenckles," he finally responded. "We might not always be your guards, but it's a high probability considering we made initial contact. Now, go shower before the doctor arrives."

I glanced between them a moment more before doing as I was told. The bathroom's shower looked more like a decontamination chamber, but that was probably for the best. The soap burned my skin, but I dealt with it and once I was dressed, returned to the exam room. I paused upon seeing a short woman, scratching something down on a paper.

"Sit on the cot," she said briskly without even turning.

I tentatively sat my clothes on a nearby counter. Was this the doctor? I sincerely hoped so. The thought of dealing with a male doctor made me nervous, especially with a most likely extensive exam. Suddenly, the woman turned toward me, quirking an eyebrow.

"Can you hear me?"

"O-oh, uh... yeah..." I mumbled, hurrying over to the cot and sat down. "Sorry..."

"No need to apologize. I just need to gather all the information I can," she said, sitting on a rolling chair and moving closer. "I'm Dr. Shep and I'll be performing several exams. Let me know if you're uncomfortable."

"I uh... was under the impression I didn't have a choice," I responded, playing with the hem of my shirt.

She snorted. "We're cold, not cruel. We won't strap you to a bed and probe you."

I shifted somewhat, though that did put me at ease.

"So, have you ever been to see a doctor before?"

"O-once when I was a baby," I mumbled.

She glanced up at me before jotting something down. "Any serious illnesses?"

"No... I've never been sick."

"Not even a common cold?" she inquired incredulously.

"No... or... yeah? Just- never been sick," I sighed, shrinking into myself somewhat.

"Interesting."

Several dozen more questions and exams later and I was left alone while she went to call someone. The door opening startled me and I looked nervously up at Jenckles.

"Come with me."

I willingly followed him and Donahue out. Down several confusing hallways and many locked doors, we finally arrived at a bigger, more open room with only a metal table and two chairs. In one of the chairs was a man wearing an orange jumpsuit with a tag labeled D-02142. I glanced back at my guards. Donahue offered a thumbs up while Jenckles just stared at me until I took a few tentative steps inside.

"Sit at the table." The intercom in the corner crackled with the demand.

I flinched at how loud it was but did as I was told and sat in the opposite chair, not pushing it in. We sat silently for a few minutes before the intercome interjected.

"D-02142. Attack SCP-5023."

I squinted for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell that meant before whipping my head toward the intercom, then back toward the scraping noise. The man stood up so quickly, his chair went crashing to the ground and suddenly he was brandishing a pocket knife, open and ready. I stumbled as I stood, scraping my chair against the floor.

"W-wait, you don't h-have to," I sputtered quickly, voice tight.

The man furrowed his brows and started circling the table, so of course, I started around the other side. My heart pounded in my chest. I came here to not use my abilities on anyone.

"Please, I'm begging you," I whimpered, constantly changing directions to avoid the much larger man.

"Ain't nothin' against you, darlin'," he growled, twirling the knife in hand. "It's either you or me, babe and I'm just-"

Suddenly, he flipped the lightweight table out of the way and rushed toward me. Dipping out of the way, I stumbled to my knees and scrambled up.

"I-it's been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry. Five days since you laughed at me, saying get that together, come back and see me."

The words, although sung in the correct pitch and tempo, were shaky and only when the D-personnel stopped moving, did I. As lyrics spilled from my lips, the large man turned toward the corner where a young girl covered in stab wounds and blood stood, cocking her head to the side quizzically.

"Daddy?"

The man's knife clattered to the ground, as did he. He muttered something under his breath, reduced to incoherent whispers and whimpers as he struggled to back away from the young girl.

"Daddy, why?" she asked, voice gurgling with blood as it spilled out the corners of her mouth. "Why?"

"Oh god," cried the D-person, tears streaming down his face.

Muffled screams could be heard and when the door burst open, I shut my mouth, focusing on the heavy artillery shoved in my face as armed guards crossed the room hastily. Jenckles motioned to Donahue, who gathered the prisoner and ushered him out. Backed into the corner, I tried to stop my lip from trembling as I stared at my guard.

"If you value your life, you won't open your mouth," he warned.

I nodded, blinking away tears.