Prologue/Chapter 1
(AN: I own NONE OF THIS SHIT.)
The room was like any other normal room in any normal house in anyone's normal life. Nice, comfy couch, some libraries, the normal stuff. But the one, sitting on the couch, reading books was not normal.
Oh no he wasn't.
Some called him "The Living Uranium." Others, called him by "SCP-000."
He never knew his real name.
Every week, 5 new people known as "D-Class Personnel" would enter his room, no, cell.
Uranium would be deposited into his cell.
Every week, 4 people known as "D-Class Personnel" would come out, scarred for life, not one hour after entering his cell.
The Uranium would not come out of his cell.
He absorbed the radiation, stealing electron after electron, energy after energy. Magic, after magic.
Of course, he wouldn't know it was just simply the Mist giving him most of his energy. At least, not for a while.
And of the other one? Dead. Body turned into a pile of carbon-radiated ash, never to be retrieved. It would be cleaned up later, by himself removing the neutrons, electrons, and protons. Of course, it was all documented. It was just a game to them, wasn't it?
It was always a game to them.
It was always a game to the people that took notes, that put him in his cell.
That all would change oddley soon.
(AN: Don't worry, the Percy Jackson Universe will be arriving very shortly.)
-One Week Later-
SCP-000's Perspective
The alarm rings, I thought to myself, as usual. The door opens, I thought to myself, as usual. Six people en-wait, six? There's only supposed to be five. And why is one wearing a tiara...?
These were the things that were running in my head. Of course, nothing would change.
"Come, take a seat," I said smiling, knowing one of them would die within half-an-hour.
The five D-Class Personnel took seats, but not the girl with the tiara. She just stared at me.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" I asked her, inching closer to her.
I asked her again. "Ma'am, are you okay?" Stepped closer.
"Hello, anyone home?" At this point, I was about a foot and a half away, before all the sudden,
Wham!
I was immediatley judo-thrown across my cell, presumabley by the girl in the tiara.
"Thou shalt not talk to me, boy." She said the word boy with such venom, one would suspect she had horrible pasts with men, ones so bad she hated even the word.
Me being me, I did not take the hint.
"Hey, why the hell did you do that?!" I said, trying to maintain my calm, but it would not work.
"Simple. You approached me. And you are a male."
"So? What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," at this point she was walking towards me, "do not talk to me!" She finished off her sentence by punching me straight in the face.
And then, the Uranium dropped from the ceiling.
AN: Time to create a poll! What should I name this "SCP-000?" The options are as follow:
(0) Andrew
(0) Sterling
(0) Perseus
(0) Theseus
(0) Leo
(0) William
(0) John
(0) Other (Best pick will be added to poll.)
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CHAPTERS WILL BE MADE LONGER!