Those were the words SCP 196 was pushed into a abandoned facility, before he was found to be a SCP 196 lived a normal life, well he knew that much, the doctors had drugged him, he couldn't remember anything from before.
there was a mirror too his left and he quickly went over too it, he wanted to atleast know what he looked like.
As he stepped into the mirrors view he saw a boy of 17, his hair the color of ashes and eyes strangly red, his outfit consisted of a black Sleevless with Matching pannts, his shoes seemed to be in primp condition. "so this is what i look like?" he asked mainly himself, he was curious about his look ,obviously he wasn't human, he may have no memory but he atleast knew what humans looked like. infact he was surprised, he had all knowwledge of the SCPs but none on himself.
After a few moments of looking himself over he also added "wow i'm gorgous and i'm sorta ripped, i must of been a mercenary or something."
he shook out of his thoughts "no now is not the time to think what you were, its where your at now thats important.
He decided to explore, no use standing there, he made his way down a dark hallway, a door stood at the far end,
but what he was interested in was next to it, a computer terminal, hopefully with information on who he was.
As he looked through the terminal he came across many entries, it apeared that the area he was in was encased by a larger research facility built over it.
there was also SCPs that he somehow knew, SCP 173, Radical Larry and that one that scares the crap out of you by staying at the edge of your sight, some though seemed to be knew, one caught his attention,
"Plague Doctor" he read on:
A SCP Eclucid class, incapacitates Human targets, changes them into SCP 049-2,
sentiant.
"Sentiant" he thought "i'd better see this Plague Doctor as hes called.
he walked through the door next to the computer, unaware he was being watched.