A/N hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction so don't judge me too hard. If you want to leave some feedback or criticism leave it in the comments.

For seth, It was a pleasure to change. The world was old and boring, the same monotonous objects and animals doing the same monotonous things, over and over. Seth was found by the humans in a factory, nearly 50 years ago. He had been in that factory for as long as he could remember, watching the world through eyes that couldn't be seen, watching as humans would put things in, and then seth would change for them.

There was an accident once, and then seth was alone.

He was alone in the factory for a long time after that, no humans to see and nothing to change. He waited and waited and no one came. The walls changed and the floor changed and the windows changed, but seth did not change.

He waited.

The factory was in ruins now, what once was full of life and potential was now a sad husk of what it used to be. Then more humans came, with guns and armor. Seth could make it better, but he couldn't ask to change. They moved him to a different factory, with many, many things to change, he could tell.

He changed guns. He changed pills. He changed people. He changed whatever they gave him, and although he loved changing, it wasn't enough…

Seth wanted to be changed.

So he waited some more, and changed some more.

Someone was dead, he could tell, and someone was bringing it to Seth. He had changed the living, to be stronger, and faster, but he died as well. He was a mistake. This shell wasn't going to be changed, it was going to be filled.

He began changing, the shell's wounds were healed, and the body's tanned skin turned a milky white. The eyes were changed, the insides were changed, and the mind was changed. Seth was changed.

Ding

The machine that was Seth opened its door. Light flooded the booth, and Seth heard gasps come from the humans standing outside. Seth opened his silver eyes, and stood up shakily, having no legs before. He opened his mouth slowly and, after many years of being a machine, began to speak.

"Howdy."

Jack Wire walked out of the robotics center, the latest project had been stressing him out. He was stupid enough to propose an idea that got confirmed by command, and now he had to work on it. It sounded easy at first; make an android that could help take down major threats. It would help with security breaches and be safer than using people to contain monsters. Wire had figured out soon after that making a robot is easier than making a robot that could replicate human movement, and having a quick enough reaction speed to move out of the way of danger; it was hard work.

The tired scientist went to the cafeteria to get something to drink. As he made his way down the brightly lit hallways, his phone began buzzing. He took it out and answered the call.

"This is Jack Wire."

"Clyde asked to see you again."

Dr. Wire stopped in the middle of the hall and sighed. Despite what Clyde, or () was and what he had done to people, the foundation had still kept him alive, and made a cell that would keep him out of trouble and the site out of danger. Dr. Wire was assigned to "take care" of Clyde.

"Coffee break later, i guess," he said to no one in particular. He turned to the left and went down the hallway. He brought the phone back to his ear, "so what's up with Clyde?" He asked the caller.

"He said he felt something today, and something was about to happen."

Jack took another two lefts and a second right up to a heavy metal door, with a large sign reading "HEAVY CONTAINMENT ZONE" above it. He brought the card on his lanyard up to the door. A resonating click came from behind the door, and it slid open. He walked through the door and scanned his card again, sliding the door back shut. He continued through the now slightly darker halls, reinforced with steel. He continued to talk to his caller as he subconsciously read the names on the doors, holding god-awful monsters capable of the fall of humanity. He began speaking again.

"What do you think that means?

" probably nothing good."

"You really think so?" he said sarcastically, " Gonna hang up now, I'm…" he stopped.

"You there?"

"..yeah, I'm fine, I'm pretty much at the door. Talk later."

He hung up the phone and looked at the door that made him freeze up. The name on the door read SCP-106, along with a picture of the abomination next to the name. It looked like an old man, but covered in tar and rotted away. It had a horribly broken smile in the picture, and it's milky white eyes, although in a photo, seemed to stare directly into his. He stood there a moment longer, and continued walking down the now colder corridor. He turned right and stood at the door that had Clyde behind it. On the door was a picture of Clyde, staring into the camera, the purple blacklight lighting of his cell turning the picture a slight dark purple. He brought up his other key card, specially made for this cell. The metal door slid open to reveal another one, making a very small space between the doors. He shut the first door and proceeded to open the other one, opening up a space to enter the room.

The room was almost completely dark, with most of the light coming from the glass cell in the center of the room. In the middle of the cage was a being, and that being was Clyde. He sat on the floor, his face hidden behind a red mask, with the mouth of the mask curved into an unrealistic smile. His hair was constantly moving, as if the wind was blowing through it. He had a blue and black shirt on with black jeans. He looked up at the sound of the door closing and seemed to grin behind the mask.

"Howdy, Jack."

Jack Wire clicked the recording button on the device in his coat, and began speaking to the monster in the cell.

"Good morning, Clyde"

"It's Morning?"

"Yes Clyde"

"Oh."

Clyde stood up and stretched and seemed to yawn through the mask. He leaned against the cell wall, and continued to speak.

"You know I was looking through the foundation and I saw something weird, doc"

Dr.Wire was unsurprised. It was no new knowledge that, despite everything else he could do, Clyde seemed to be able to see things that shouldn't be able to be seen.

"What did you see?"

"It was on the first floor, two lefts and a third right, down that hall to the right and through the hallway with that rust on the wall. In the room with the machine that changes things."

"The machine that changes things...914?" Wire thought to himself.

"Anyways, continue."

"Yeah, uh, something came out of the machine, something special."

"Can you tell me what came out of the machine?"

"Yeah, I probably could, but why don't you go check it out for yourself?"

Wire internally sighed; he was getting tired of all this walking. As he began walking to the reinforced door, he heard Clyde mumble something.

He turned around, "what?"

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"Well, I WAS gonna ask for something, but you'd never let it happen."

"It depends on what you want."

"Well, you see, it kinda gets boring sitting in this cell all day, nothing to do, no one to see, nothing to hear. Would you be against, perhaps, a radio?"

"For what reason?"

"So I can break it," Clyde stated sarcastically, "What do you use a radio for?"

"I'll see about it Clyde, but i can't make any promises"

Clyde fell silent and sat back down, staring at the blacklight ceiling. Wire went through the process of going through the door, leaving Clyde alone in the darkness.