I'm An SCP Now?

by Mace sheperd

An autistic anime/ SCP mythos fan who is also a bundle of frayed nerves and poor social skills, finds himself in the SCP universe with the powers of Anime's strongest hero! Now he has to navigate his new life as one of the strongest SCPs while keeping his social anxiety in check OC SI x Female SCP 049

1. Chapter 1

Ahoy taters and welcome to my first SCP story!

Don't have much else to say but please enjoy!

LOCATION: AUSTRALIAN TERRITORY, HEARD ISLAND, TWO THIRDS FROM MADAGASCAR AND ANTARCTICA.

We come upon one of Australia's NON human inhabited territories, it has ice capped mountains, frosted grass, frozen lakes and igloos populated with penguins.

King penguins to be precise, the king penguins were the second largest species of penguin.

Standing at three feet tall with burnt orange feathers on the side of their head and yellow feathers on their chest.

*Record scratches* Wait what? Since when do penguins live in Igloos?

*Checks script, flipping through pages, flap flap flap* Oh this is The SCP Universe.

Ok Ladies and Gentlemen we have stumbled upon the home of SCP 5271.

The "There is a god and he is a penguin"

Speaking of this SCP, we see over three dozen highly mutilated king penguin corpses, they had several injuries ranging from their wings being ripped off to their gizzards being disemboweled.

Organs, fecal matter and blood stained the ground and igloos thus turning the penguin village from a Snow White to the color of someone who emptied the contents of their stomach out their ass.

What could have done this? Well we receive the answer in the form of screaming.

The screaming was not from the penguins, though the survivors were indeed honking in stress honking so loudly their throats were going sore.

No, the screaming was like a dozen little girls crying out in fear of a spider combined with a dozen little boys being tortured.

Our camera panned around to see what it was, first we saw an Emperor penguin that was bigger then anything we've ever seen before.

Standing at forty nine miles tall and six miles wide, the Emperor penguin was a real life kaiju.

One that let out a goose like enraged honk of pain as its left eye was torn out by what appeared to be a Seven foot nine inch tall blood soaked being that was thin as a twig due to its emaciation.

"Raaaw raw hah hahhhh!" Well what do you know, the blood soaked emaciated thing was the source of the screaming.

May I introduce SCP 096, who is currently engaged in a fight with SCP 5271 A.

SCP 5271 A swatted SCP 096 like a bug and the shy guy was sent careening like a cannonball through eleven igloos and into a mountain side.

*BOOOM!* The mountain shook as SCP 096 crashed into the bottom of it, it vibrated like a woman's vibrator thus causing the tree's on the mountain to collapse like a house of cards, their leaves and pines falling off like hay blowing in the wind.

*RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE* Snow began sliding down the mountain, almost like a tsunami of vanilla frozen yogurt starting from the top and going downwards.

SCP 096 it's penguin blood and guts soaked emaciated form bursted out of the boulders and other mountain rubble it found itself buried under, thrashing its claws violently "Raah raahh aaaahh!"

It got on all fours and began to charge back towards the penguin god to resume its attack.

It made it fifty feet in three seconds before it was swept away and buried by the hundreds of tons of snow falling from the mountain.

Unfortunately for the SCP 5271 instances, the avalanche didn't stop there as the tsunami of snow plowed over their igloo village crushing hundreds and leaving hundreds more buried alive.

SCP 5271 A (the penguin god) let out distressed honks akin to a choking goose as it began using a form of telekinesis to lift the snow away.

MEANWHILE!

A mile away from Heard Island's shore is a large boat yacht size, though it most certainly wasn't any old rich person's boat.

On the deck was a buff man wearing A black kevlar bullet proof vest, a belt stuffed with grenades, black pants, black bullet proof helmet and night vision goggles.

He carried a controller attached to which was a screen showcasing the destruction caused by 096 and SCP 5271's fight.

Letting out a whistle the man said "Damn, those two are really going at it, to think the Shy guy is powerful enough to tear out a god's eye and leave four noticeable gashes on its chest, thank god we fixed the SCRAMBLE gear so I can watch this fight without 096 killing me"

It was then a woman wearing similar attire though without the helmet and goggles, thus revealing her long wavy blonde hair and amber eyes and freckled face walked out of the cabin "Sergeant Dragonfruitman, report on the progress of the fight"

The man saluted "Captain Edgar! SCP 5271 A has lost its left eye and gained four noticeable gashes across its chest, which is saying something considering how large it is.

SCP 096 has lost all the flesh and half the muscle on the lower half of its body, it's right side is just plain skeleton and its currently buried under hundreds of tons of snow."

Captain Edgar clasped her hands together in a playful prayer "Please let that anorexic freak be unconscious so we can bag him and go home already"

Seargeant Dragonfruitman shook his head "I'm sorry to discourage you captain but I doubt a simple avalanche will have much effect on the shy guy"

*CRAAACK-OOOOM!*

The duo of MTF flinched, with the captain covering her ears as a golden foggy vortex opened up in the sky, and spewed out red lightning.

Sergeant Dragonfruitman yelled "Egad! It looks like the sky grew an asshole and is shitting out lightning diarrhea!"

Captain Edgar still covering her ears groaned "Just what we needed, another SCP to complicate things further"

*BOOOM!* A shockwave erupted out of the golden vortex in the sky, so powerful that the windows on the boat were shattered and both MTF cried out in pain as they lost their balance.

Sergeant Dragonfruitman dropped his controller/ camera while clutching at his helmeted head "Jesus christ- I think my ears are bleeding"

Captain Edgar, who now had red liquid running down her hands over her ears, shouted "Huh?! What did you say?! I think the shockwave temporarily deafened me"

Other various members of the MTF bursted out of the cabin door so fast it was slammed against the wall.

As the other MTF members helped the sergeant and captain to their feet we zoom back in on Heard Island.

Where we see a blazing comet falling out of the sky.

The comet if you look close enough appears humanoid and is wearing a cape, and the speed at which it is going sends shockwaves of sound, kinetic energy and heat through the air, the latter leaving explosions of steam.

With an explosion of steam equivalent to dumping a pot of boiling water in an ice tray in the freezer, the comet crashes into the hundreds of tons of snow caused by the avalanche.

The sound of a hundred penguins letting out high pitch honks of agony cut through the steam and in the steam we saw hundreds of SCP 5271 instances convulsing as if they were having a seizure while their skin bubbled up and popped like bubble wrap, their eyes leaking before exploding and boiling blood gushing out of their nostrils and beaks.

Indeed the sentient penguins were being cooked alive by the steam.

And as the steam begins to clear, we saw a Five foot four caucasian man who was bald, he had no hair on his head accept for his red mustache.

He had a lean athletic physique and wore a yellow plastic costume with red plastic gloves and red boots, completed with a white cape.

The man shook his head "Aah, my ears" as his gloved fingers picked at his ears, his head then shot up "What the hell? Where did all this mist come from? Last thing I remember is I was in the shower after watching some Spongebob and then…"

He trailed off, his eyes widening "Oh god now I remember that god awful godforsaken bullshit sensation!"

"Then I was falling and feeling like I was in an oven, an oven as tight as a sardine can! It was burning and claustrophobic! I must've blacked out at some point! And now I'm, oh Jesus Christ do you really hate me enough to put me in the monster world from the mist?"

The man's eyes, which were wearing Square rimmed glasses shot back and forth, searching the mist for monsters.

"Oh Jesus if you have even a drop of love for me you won't let that damn tentacle monster take a bite out of me" said the man.

And then the steam began to clear thus allowing the man to see an emaciated being which was now red as a cooked lobster.

"Raaaaaaaah aaaaahh!" Screamed the skeletal being it's jaw stretched open to four times the length that any human jaw could go, and despite how much boiling blood it had leaking out of it, despite its right leg just being pure clean bone and it's left being cooked muscle impaled by two dozen sticks; the monstrosity seemed to not notice its wounds beyond being enraged by them and didn't seem to be dying.

The man in the yellow superhero costume screamed like a little girl "Oh god I really am in the mist! A monster a real goddamn bullshit motherfucking monster!"

And then SCP 096 and the man in the superhero costume made eyecontact.

"Waaah hah rahh rahh raaah rahh!" Screamed 096 clutching its face and convulsing like it was having a seizure.

The man in the yellow suit let out a scream of his own, though his was much much less menacing and drowned out by 096's scream "Wake up!" He shouted before slapping himself across the face hard enough to leave a red mark.

"Wake up you piece of shit!" Insulting himself as he slapped himself three more times.

Then *FWOOOM!* Scp 096 charged taking off at a speed that left shockwaves through the steam.

The bald caucasian man let out yet another girlish scream "Stay away please" and shoved out his right hand with the strength of a terrified man desperate to escape death.

WE NOW SWITCH TO HIS POV!

Hey you see that bald white guy in the yellow tights and white cape?

Yeah that was me, my name is Patrick, I can't remember my middle or last name.

Something which I'll realize later but at that moment I was just so damn terrified because I thought I was either A) trapped in a hyper realistic Nightmare or B) This was real and I was trapped in The Mist.

I saw a monster that looked like a boiled anorexic albino with gigantism running towards me, and so I threw my right hand out putting the strength of a frightened man not wanting to die a brutal death into it.

I was 110% sure that my trying to push the monster was futile and that I was going to at best case scenario tickle it.

What happened next came as a shock that would change my life forever.

When my right hand made contact with the monster, it didn't feel hard or unyielding.

No, it felt like my fist was wearing a pair of brass knuckles and I had just punched a stack of napkins that had been soaking in the sink for an hour.

My hand dug through the creature's flesh, then its organs then its bones as if they weren't even there and then…

*Pop* I heard the faintest pop, barely a whisper, so quickly that if I blinked I would have missed it, I saw the monster blow up like an egg struck by a bullet, blood going everywhere.

And then a thunderous explosion that made me jump and let out a startled cry occur "Gahh what the hell?" I cried as I rapidly plugged my ears and shook like a leaf from the noise.

Before my very eyes, a shockwave of pure air pressure erupted, I felt bile rose in my throat when I saw a mountain of mutilated penguin bodies which were then quickly reduced to pure liquid by the shockwave.

I admit I let out a not so manly scream (My umpteenth one that day) when I caught a glimpse of a penguin that was kaiju in proportions, only for that kaiju penguin to be quite literally blown away three seconds later by the shockwave.

Its skin being stripped off like how a comedian strips their pants, then it's muscles breaking into a thousand nuggets and then its skeleton shattering into a million splinters while its organs flew off into the distance.

*CRAACKKKK!* The sky split in half and I cowered on the ground with my arms above my head "Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, what's happening? Is it a military strike? An airshow?"

Airshows always happened above my house every year in November, so I knew how loud they could be.

*CRAAACK CRAAACK CRAAACK!*

I heard three more cracks each as loud as the military jets that flew above my house during the airshow.

I could feel my heart leaping into my throat and my pulse pumping in my ears so hard it was like my ear drums we're going to pop out.

I felt my eyes become moist with tears before I was overcome with rage, entering a breakdown I stood up and shook my fist and shouted "Fuck you you goddamn piece of shit military planes can't you-"

I cut myself off when I didn't see a single plane in the sky "What…

what the what the actual fuck?" I muttered in a voice that was barely more then a whisper.

My head shot around looking across the sky so fast that I was surprised that my neck didn't hurt or cramp up like it usually does when I quickly move it.

"There are no…

No planes- then what…"

I looked at myself "Holy shit baskets I'm dressed like Saitama!"

I then gasped as I felt my head "And my hair is all gone! I'm oh god I'm bald!"

Then it began to dawn on me "No no no it can't it can't"

I rushed over and stumbled breaking my fall with my hands before I looked into a puddle of water, to see a bald blue eyed, red mustached, glasses wearing twenty four year old, one who was a lot more fit then I remember, staring back at me.

"Holy god, holy holy holy! I'm a white version of Saitama! I- I blew that monster and giant penguin to smithereens with that one hit!"

My mind began to spiral into a series of what ifs.

What if I'm dreaming? Then this dream, while being very awesome with having Saitama's powers, was also evolving into a nightmare with the monster and penguin guts in it.

What if this was real? Then how the fuck did I get here and get Saitama's powers? Looking around I most certainly wasn't in Florida anymore, although the landscape was a bloody, steamy wasteland, I could still see snow out in the distance.

It never snowed in Florida.

A few tears dripped from my eyes as my panic reached its climax before I took a few deep breaths "Alright Alright Patrick old boy calm down, when you're lost and confused they say the best thing to do is to stay in place and someone will find you, yeah yeah someone will find me…"

My face wilted "Probably someone from the government considering I just threw a hit that split the sky in half"

WE NOW SWITCH OUT OF PATRICK'S POV AND HEAD BACK TO THE MTF YACHT BOAT.

Captain Edgar and Seargeant Dragonfruitman had been knocked onto their behinds once again by the sky splitting shockwave produced by Patrick.

"Oh for fucks sake I just got my hearing back" groaned Captain Edgar.

Another MTF helped Captain Edgar up again before turning to Sergeant Dragonfruitman "Tango foxtrot 11, did you get what caused that shockwave? Scp 096 is powerful but I doubt he is powerful enough to split the sky in half or to blow SCP 5271 A to smithereens"

Dragonfruitman AKA his codename Tango Foxtrot 11 had picked up his drone controller slash camera and said "Fellas you ain't gonna believe this but…

SCP 096 is dead"

Captain Edgar stuck her left index finger into her left ear and said "I'm sorry my hearing must still be on the fritz, I thought you said that SCP 096, the shy guy who has an indestructible skeleton and the ability to regenerate from being shot by hundreds of fifty caliber bullets is dead"

Sergeant Dragonfruitman replied "Affirmative, that is what I said Bravo Foxtrot 666, here's the recorded footage from the drone"

Captain Edgar (Also Bravo Foxtrot 666) and the other MTF gathered around the screen of Sergeant Dragonfruitman's drone controller, at which point the latter pushed the replay button.

In the recorded footage, they saw a highly mutilated 096 who was partially cooked alive and impaled by various debris from the earlier avalanche.

The MTF witnessed a man in a yellow superhero like costume, seeming to be in a state of panic, thinking he was in "The Mist".

The MTF witnessed SCP 096 charge the superhero dressed man, the latter letting out a girlish scream and throwing out his hand as if to push the monster away.

And before their eyes, the footage showed SCP 096 its flesh, muscle and even its indestructible skeleton popping like a water balloon.

Then the shockwave that obliterated SCP 5271 A.

AFTERWARDS.

One of the MTF meekly said "Um… well maybe the shy guy was…

You know weakened from his fight with SCP 5271 A and his injuries from the avalanche so that's why that superhero guy was able to kill him so easily?"

Captain Edgar, Sergeant Dragonfruitman and the others stared at him like he was stupid before Captain Edgar spoke "Zulu Zulu 11, 096 has withstood hundreds of 50 caliber bullets and been blasted by anti tank rounds that reduced its lower half to pure bone and still fought at 100% capacity, I doubt the injuries we saw it with were nearly enough to impede it."

Dragonfruitman then spoke "Besides how do you explain the sky splitting shockwave that came afterwards? That reduced SCP 5271 A to nuggets and splinters? There was real power behind that punch"

Another MTF asked "Bravo Foxtrot 666, what do you think we should do? This new SCP is obviously very powerful, I don't think even our anti tank rounds will work on it"

Captain Edgar scratched her chin as she adopted a penseive expression "It'll be nothing short of suicide to go in guns blazing against an SCP that punched SCP 096 and SCP 5271 A to smithereens in a single hit.

The good news is he is humanoid and sapient, and he appears to be lost and confused, scared even.

Get a field agent here and see if we can reason with him, try to get him to enter containment willingly"

HALF AN HOUR LATER! BACK TO PATRICK'S POV!

Okay I don't know for how long I've been here, maybe an hour I guess? I've been staying put like my little (emphasis on little) survival knowledge told me to do (I was never the outdoorsy type)

Three minutes ago I felt the urge to relieve my bladder, and so I ducked behind a tree.

Thank god or I guess I should thank whatever being sent me here in this Saitama costume that it gave me a zipper.

Just as I was finishing up "Taking care of business" I heard a *Thud thud thud rrrrrr*

My ears tingled from the familiar noise "Yes! I'd recognize that sound anywhere!" I said as a smile graced my face "hahahaha" And in hindsight my relieved laughter was kind of hysterical, probably from the stress that had me so high strung.

I ran out from behind the tree, following my ears to the noise.

To my surprise I ran at a speed that I never thought I was capable of, before I came here, I got winded just walking down my street.

But now I ran the length of two and a half football fields in three seconds and wasn't even winded.

Just like that I was at the shore, I could now guess I was on some sort of island judging from the rocky beach.

I spotted the boat approach and I waved my arms while jumping up and down "Hey over here, I'm right here please help me!"

The boat didn't change course much and then I realized, it was ALREADY heading towards me.

I slowly stopped my jumping and waving "Huh? But…

How did they spot me already?"

A let out an annoyed groan "Don't get yourself worked up over it, just be happy you're being rescued"

The roar of the boat's engines began to power down as it got closer to shore.

Once it got within ten feet of shore, a ramp extended from the large boat and planted itself onto the shore.

The first to walk off the ramp were a dozen people decked out in gear so protective and high tech that the first words that came to my mind were "SWAT armor on Steroids"

"Jesus christ these guys must be government agents, even the SWAT team who arrested my father weren't nearly this decked out in gear and weapons" I said quietly to myself.

And then I noticed something about each of their armor that made my heart stop as if someone punched my heart in the gut.

*GASPS! Wheeze* I went as I read the tags on the right breast of each security guy "SCP Secure contain protect"

My heart began pounding in my ears again as my pulse resumed, double timing it as if to make up for the beats it missed.

"I'm in, I'm in The SCP Foundation universe" I whispered to myself as I shivered with horror "That means" my voice squeaked as if I was on helium before biting my tongue to keep myself from screaming 'That monster I killed was SCP 096 and that giant penguin was SCP 5271 A! I killed two powerful SCPS! I'm AN SCP!'

The last guy to step off the boat was a taller then average green eyed man, of African American(?) (I didn't know if I was in America anymore probably not) heritage with green eyes and black hair shaved into a skin fade with a goatee on his chin.

He wore a dark pair of sunglasses and a black suit and tie, overall he reminded me of a Men In Black Agent from the Men In Black Movies.

The man stepped into the middle of the dozen security personnel who I now realized were Mobile task force 'Here to contain me' I thought with dread as I felt sweat slide down my neck and gather in my armpits.

The man in the suit and tie spoke addressing me in an Australian accent "G'day mate. Fancy seeing a sky splitting anomaly like you out here among all these penguin corpses, my name is Fletcher Danservice The Fourth.

I'm a field agent of The SCP foundation, this is Mobile Task Force gamma foxtrot 12.

You seem lost, if you come with us maybe we can help you find your way back home."

I clenched both my fists and unclenched them three times as I quickly avoided eye contact, again I was shaking like a leaf.

The MTF didn't have their guns trained on me but being in the presence of so many armed people had me on edge, in the back of my mind a voice was telling me that I should be a lot more confident as I had Saitama's powers and so their guns and grenades couldn't hurt me.

But I still couldn't shake the feeling of fear, after all I had just gotten my powers and had spent my entire life (All twenty four years) before then as a normal human perhaps even weaker then average.

Taking the man's words into account I thought 'That's a lie, he's lying to my face.

The SCP foundation NEVER let their anomalies go willingly, more likeky they're planning to put me in a containment cell where they'll interview me about how I got here and how I got my powers.

Should I run away?

Should I kill them with Saitama's strength?'

Those thoughts ran through my mind and each of them ended badly for me, 'I doubt The Foundation has any SCP powerful enough to kill Saitama, regardless if I run away or kill these people I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life on the run from the SCP Foundation.

Not to mention other groups who would try to capture me for their own ends such as The Chaos insurgency.

If I spend my whole life on the run, I won't be able to get access to my medication which controls my allergies and my ADHD and prevents insomnia.

Living on the run will mean I'll suffer withdrawal and go weeks without sleep due to insomnia while suffering migraines and runny nose due to unchecked allergies.

Eventually I'll pass out from lack of sleep and The Foundation will capture me anyway, except this time they'll be a lot less merciful in containing me'

I made my choice, still avoiding eye contact I chewed my nails while playing ignorant "You guys-y-y-you guys are government agents aren't you? Y-you're here to take me in for what-whatIDID! R-right? W-well I won't resist, lead the way"

I decided to play ignorant of them being Foundation because I did not want to know how the Foundation would react if they found out I came from a world where their world was completely fictional and on a wiki.

The nervousness and stuttering however was real.

Mr Danservice ('Why does his name rhyme with fanservice I wonder?') Stepped six paces to the left and as if the MTF could read his mind or more likely they were conditioned to pick up on the slightest cues from their commanders, parted like how Moses parted the Red Sea.

"You go ahead up that ramp, you'll be confined to the brig until we reach our destination.

You won't be handcuffed, and will have a bed in the brig, it won't be the most comfortable you have slept on but it'll be a bed, better then the cold hard floor"

I nodded and briefly made eye contact to convey my non hostile intent "Ah-alright th-thank you s-s-sir"

Nervously I began taking steps forward while hugging myself tightly, even with the knowledge that I was now bulletproof thanks to Saitama's powers, my lizard brain was still terrified of the idea of being shot by the MTF as I walked past them.

My eyes darted back and forth like a jackrabbit high on coffee, looking between both sides of the parted sea of MTF as I walked through them, on high alert for the crack of a gunshot.

I caught a few of them eyeing me, and while they appeared to be cautious I was no doubt much more afraid of them then they were of me.

I could even see some of them visibly relaxed.

My right foot made contact with the boat ramp and I began my walk up.

I took deep shuddering breaths that made my whole body shake as after what felt like an hour but was probably only two minutes at most I was now on the boat.

I then heard the clanking of steel toed boots on metal and I felt my muscles tense up to the point of almost pulling one.

"Calm down Patrick they can't hurt you, you have Saitama's powers now" I whispered to myself repeatedly.

I then heard a woman's voice beside me say "Excuse me sir"

"Gah" I let out a yelp before gasping.

The woman spoke "Sorry for startling you, I was just gonna tell you that Tango Foxtrot 11 was here to guide you to the brig.

Also your fly is open"

"Gahh!" I squeaked like a hamster from embarrassment before I quickly rectified my mistake *ZIIIP!*

I heard a few chuckles and one amused voice said "Is this for real?"

A man then grabbed my arm gently but firmly "Come on sir, I'll take you to the brig"

As he guided me to the nearest door I noticed the crunching under my feet which led me to notice all of the boat's windows were shattered.

"I hope for your sake it doesn't storm" I said as we descended into the ship.

The Man chuckled "You're gonna jinx us if you do that, be careful sport!"

I sputtered "Oh oh s-sorry"

The man shook his head as we descended down the stairs "Man for such a powerful being you are the biggest nervous wreck I've ever seen"

All I could do was sputter another apology as we arrived in front of a white paint chipped barred cell with a flat plastic cot inside on the floor.

"Man you apologize to much you need to learn to relax, reee-laax my man" said The MTF guy as he pressed a small red button and the barred door slid open.

I took a deep breath and began to say "Sorr-" before I cut myself off "I'm not that good at relaxing especially when I'm in a high stress situation"

I stepped into the cell and sat on the cot, Mr Danservice had understated how Uncomfortable this cot was.

I mean, I had school bus seats just as comfortable as this so-called bed.

I called out "Excuse me sir, do you have any food on this ship?"

The man nodded his head "Yeah, we've got a cafeteria here, want me to fetch you something to eat?"

I nodded "Yes please, do you have anything like a chicken sandwich or cheeseburger?"

The MTF member spoke "I can get you a chicken sandwich and potato wedges, what would you like to drink, orange juice or apple juice?"

I thought for a moment "Orange juice please"

After the MTF Member left I chuckled in amusement to myself "This menu is like being back in Highschool"

I had to wait ten minutes for my lunch, during that time I felt the boat give a lurch and the sound of the ramp retracting with a *Brrrrrrrrr-uuung*.

Besides amusing myself by trying to imitate the sound the boat made when it retracted the ramp (I'm autistic so I tend to make noises which my parents call ticks, and I tend to replicate the noises I heard inanimate objects make) I also passed the time by repeating the sentences exchanged between me, Mr Danservive, and the MTF in my head and counting the number of letters in each sentence.

"Cold Hard floor, four, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen" I counted back and forth the number of letters on my fingers.

I then heard "Hey sport I'm back! I didn't know what condiments you like, forgot to ask you, my bad.

So I got you one ketchup one mustard"

I looked up from my counting and the MTF man who guided me to the brig earlier was back, he was carrying a black foam tray with a chicken sandwich and orange spiced potato wedges that looked like they came right out of my High school cafeteria.

Also on the tray was an orange juice and one ketchup packet and one mustard packet.

He opened the barred doors by pressing the button, and I stood up from the cot and accepted the tray "Thank you for being so considerate sir, and to answer your question I prefer ketchup"

The man closed the barred doors with another push of a button "I'll be sure to remember that" he said sounding sincere.

As he turned to leave I sat back down on my cot with my tray in my lap, looking back up I called out "Wait excuse me sir what's your name?"

The armored man looked back at me "I apologize, you seem like a nice kid and all but I'm not authorized to share my name with you yet.

For now you may call me by my codename Tango Foxtrot 11"

I paused thinking 'Is that- military lingo? I don't understand a lick of it'

I replied "Well okay thank you for telling me your codename Tango Foxtrot 11"

Tango Foxtrot 11 nodded before leaving the brig.

Now alone I focused on my meal, first I set my sight on the ketchup packet, a see through packet resembling a bite sized bottle.

I opened it with my teeth and crudely squirted the contents onto the chicken sandwich, the bun I shoved off using my index and middle finger on my left hand.

Once that was done, I grabbed my potato wedges with my left hand and placed them amidst the ketchup on the chicken before placing the bun back on.

Picking the patty up I took a bite and savored the sensation of my teeth biting through cheap dollar store bread and reheated chicken and ketchup on spiced potato wedges, the flavors sending my mind back to High School where I would eat in the Janitor's closet to hide away from the other kids.

Smiling at the memories and at the familiar taste in my mouth, I swallowed the food while feeling a pang of longing for my favorite hang out spot at my old alma mater.

Feeling my hunger rear its ugly head I quickly resumed eating *Gulp chew chew gulp*

It wasn't long before I finished the patty, my appetite having burst like a forrest fire due to not having eaten lunch today.

I then cracked open the carton of orange juice and took a big gulp out of it, enjoying the sour stinging flavor that I associated not only with my High school days but also with my earliest days of elementary school.

"Aah things were so much simpler back then, I wonder where they're taking me?" I reminisced before idly wondering.

WE NOW SWITCH OUT OF PATRICK'S POV!

WE GO TO A MEETING ROOM ON THE BOAT!

We see the MTF gathered around a large rectangular white table with Agent Fletcher Danservice and Captain Rachel Edgar standing in front of them.

Captain Rachel Edgar spoke "Ok, we've all encountered the new SCP, what are your first impressions of him? Raise hands and I'll call you"

An asian man raised his hand and the MTF captain called him out "Yes, Todd chang?"

The man now identified as Todd Chang lowered his hand and replied "At first I thought he was a scary anomaly, I mean we've never encountered anything powerful enough to kill SCP 096 in one hit! And then the shockwave killed SCP 5271 A right after.

Going in there I was expecting to die, but then seeing how scared he was of us? Honestly, he seems more scared of us then we are of him.

Which doesn't make sense for a being of his power."

Another MTF member agreed "Yeah, that SCP looked like a nervous wreck, on the verge of a breakdown if we so much as shouted BOO!"

Agent Danservice took off his sunglasses and wiped them on his tie as he spoke in a cold yet intrigued voice "I too noticed the level of sheer terror and panic in a powerful being that logic concludes should be much more confident and fearless as a result.

It is my working theory that the destructive power you have witnessed him display is something that he gained very recently, and before that he was a normal human.

Maybe even one with a mental development disorder"

Sergeant Dragonfruitman spoke up "Sir, what makes you think he has mental development issues?"

Agent Danservice replied "It's obvious when you know what to look for Wolfgang, it's not just your guns he was terrified of.

He was terrified of the idea of making eye contact with me alone, fear of direct eye contact is a trait commonly found in those suffering from Autistic spectrum disorder"

Another MTF Member, who was a woman like Captain Rachel Edgar asked "Does this autism make him dangerous?"

Agent Danservice shook his head "No, autism is not like schizophrenia.

I doubt he's innately violent, but he probably is on some meds to help regulate chemical imbalances in his brain.

I've already reported our capture of him to 05 and am waiting for them to decide which site he'll be sent too"

*Brroom brooom* A vibrating sound came from the African australian's pocket and he removed a cellphone from his pocket.

Checking a text, the green eyed man hummed "It's been decided, the new SCP will be sent to Site-19"

Captain Edgar spoke "I'll message the pilot to plot a course to France" before picking a walkie talkie off her belt to speak into it and give said order.

WE SWITCH BACK TO PATRICK'S POV AGAIN!

I was now lying on my bus seat like cot trying to catch some Zzz's before we reached our destination.

Our destination was most certainly a Foundation site, which one? I had no idea.

I had finished my lunch and had the now empty black foam tray sitting right in front of the door, I didn't call out for anyone to get it as I prefer to draw as little attention to myself as possible.

I grunted in annoyance as I felt an itch flare up on my nose for the third time in the past hour.

"Grrr stupid fucking nose quit itching!" I snarled, letting my temper show as I scratched my nose, my brows furrowed over my closed eyes.

I then heard Tango Foxtrot 11's laughter "Pfft you look ridiculous kid! Like a grumpy hibernating bear!"

I gasped as I shot up from surprise and embarrassment (my face blushing a bright red) and due to not mastering my new strength I quite literally shot up like a marlin out of the ocean.

*BAM CLANG!* With my head colliding into the brig's ceiling, luckily I was fine.

The ceiling not so much, as it now had a dent the size of my head, neck and shoulders in it.

I landed on the floor and Tango Foxtrot 11 only laughed harder holding his sides "Oh ho ho bwahahaha management isn't gonna be happy about that"

I felt sweat gathering under my armpits like water behind a dam as my nervousness built up, in a barely audible stutter I spoke "D-do you think I'm g-gonna getpunished" my last two words running together.

Tango Foxtrot 11 stopped laughing and said in a concerned voice "Huh? You need to speak up kid"

I gulped and raised my voice a little higher "Do you think-" *Inhales* "I'm gonna get in trouble"

Tango Foxtrot 11 chuckled "Wow kid, you really need to learn to relax, you're gonna give yourself an ulcer with all the stress you put yourself through.

No you aren't going to get in trouble, a few accidents happen every now and then here at The Foundation"

I nodded shakily "Th-thank you sir"

Tango Foxtrot waved his hand "You're welcome kid, I came down here to tell you that we've decided where to take you.

We're taking you to Site 19, before you ask the location of Site 19 is classified.

The journey will take us four hours, usually it would take over forty days to go from where we were at to Site 19, but the time has been drastically cut down by the integration of an SCP into our boat's"

I felt intrigued. 'What kind of SCP are they using to cut down a month-long journey to a few mere hours?'

"Sir, can you tell me what this "SCP" is?" I asked putting SCP in finger quotes hoping that would enhance my ignorance act.

Tango Foxtrot 11 shook his head "Sorry, can't tell you, classified.

But I can tell you that SCP's are objects or intelligent lifeforms like you that don't obey the traditional laws of physics or what constitutes as normal.

We at The SCP Foundation contain them and keep them out of the public eye"

Pretending the information was new to me I said "Wow you're like the Men In Black!" (But I honestly did mean the comparison as when I first learned about The SCP universe in my old world I immediately compared it to The Men In Black)

Tango Foxtrot 11 asked "The conspiracy or the movies?"

"The Movies with Will Smith" I answered, feeling myself open up more, which the MTF Member noticed.

"Hey kid you're opening up more, I guess you like Sci fi huh?"

Immediately I let out an "EEP!" and shrunk into myself.

"Hey Hey opening up is a good thing!" Said Tango Foxtrot 11.

I twiddled my thumbs and tapped my fingers together in an itsy bitsy spider motion "S-sorry, opening…

Up, consciously isn't really my thing…

To be honest…

You shouldn't have pointed out that I was opening up

Please don't be mad"

Tango Foxtrot 11 stared at me long enough that I felt like my pits were turning into Niagara falls, in my head I shouted at him to say something but wouldn't dare voice it aloud.

I got the feeling that he was raising an eyebrow at me, before he finally spoke "Wow kid just wow, if you weren't bald I'd say the stress you put yourself through just from interacting with regular people would turn your hair grey.

Maybe we can get SCP 5094 to teach you better social interaction and techniques on how to calm your nerves"

I took a few deep breaths and shakily exhaled "I *pauses* don't know who that is, but-but unless I have too then no-no thank you"

(In truth I did know that SCP, Miss J's whiz kids school house, but it was my shyness that was once again preventing me from trying something new)

"Suit yourself kid, just saying SCP 5094 is the best teacher The Foundation has had the pleasure of knowing, anyways you need me to remove that tray for you?" Responded the MTF member whom I was beginning to grow fond of.

"That would be nice, thank you sir" I answered.

Tango Foxtrot 11 pressed the red button and opened the cell door and removed the tray before pressing the red button to close it again.

FOUR HOURS LATER!

I spent the rest of the trip just lazing about on my hard as wax cot, luckily I managed to catch some Zzz's before we arrived at our destination.

Which brings me to here, I was now walking down the ramp of the boat I arrived at this port in.

My eyes took note that unlike where I was previously at, where the sun was high in the sky (albeit with several clouds) the sun was lower here as if it was just waking up.

"It's early morning here, while it must have been close to afternoon where I originally arrived.

I must be in a different timezone" I mumbled quietly to myself barely a whisper after I stepped five paces away from the docked boat's ramp.

I still wasn't handcuffed, and besides the disembarking MTF, Agent Danservice and I, there was no one else at our section of the port.

Likely because The Foundation quarantined it from the public.

Still, that wouldn't stop my curious side from looking for clues to see where I was.

My eyes darted around, and lucky for me I caught a few signs written in a language that I couldn't understand.

Though I couldn't understand the language the signs were written in, I could guess it was French based off of what I saw on Google translate in my old world.

I turned my head to Agent Danservice "Are we in France?" I asked for confirmation.

The African Australian man said in an annoyed tone "I can not confirm nor deny that mate"

I groaned, letting some annoyance slip.

It was then a SWAT Van pulled up and with Angel like grace you wouldn't expect from such a bulky menacing van, positioned itself so that its back was facing me.

*Hiiisss* Its back doors popped open and let out some ice cold cool air brush against my face.

"Up and at em mate" said Agent Danservice as he gave me a slap on the back, one that felt like a feather blowing into me.

I obeyed and climbed up the rampless swat van being careful to watch my head, not to avoid hurting myself but to avoid damaging more foundation property.

I sat down on a leather seat that was surprisingly four times more comfortable then my cot in the brig.

Agent Danservice followed soon after, sitting beside me.

I noticed the MTF making no move to follow us, only standing at attention for Agent Danservice.

"W-w-wait, T-tango f-foxtrot 11, you and the MTF aren't-" *inhales* "Aren't coming with us are you?"

Tango Foxtrot 11 shook his head "No kid, our mission was to originally deliver SCP 096 back to Site 19, but since you killed SCP 096 our mission became to deliver you.

Now we will be assigned another mission"

I gave a shaky smile "O-o-ok thank you for your kindness, I-I hope we can see each other again"

I got the feeling Tango Foxtrot 11 was smiling underneath his helmet "You're a funny SCP, take care kid"

It was then the SWAT van's doors automatically closed.

Agent Danservice gave the wall a couple knocks and I both felt and heard the engine come to life.

The first twenty five minutes of the ride passed by in silence between Agent Danservice and I.

Before I feeling curiosity and anxiety overwhelm me, decided to break the ice "So, wh-wh-what will ha-happen when we get to Site 19? Is there like an orientation for new resident SCPs?"

Agent Danservice sighed as if my voice alone was insufferable "The quiet couldn't have lasted forever could it mate? Well to answer, no new resident SCPs don't get an orientation.

But you will be sat down and be interviewed by one of Site 19's doctors.

Said interview will be recorded and stored in a document about you and you'll be given an SCP designation"

I admit I felt some excitement stir in my chest, almost like a dozen butterflies taking flight in my ribcage.

Why was I excited? Well it was kind of embarrassing but I was looking forward to receiving an SCP designation, even though it'll essentially replace my real name…

It'll be cool to have an "SCP name" so to speak.

I still felt a lot of nervousness though, for I am one bundle of nerves "Wh-what will the interview include-clude sir?"

Agent Danservice replied in a firm tone "I'm not at liberty to discuss that mate, now please let me enjoy some peace and quiet before we get there"

I obediently clammed up, and bit down on my tongue for the rest of the ride.

An hour and six minutes later I could feel the van slowing down and backing up.

Agent Danservice who I swear hadn't blinked in over an hour (That was honestly unnerving, made me wonder if someone replaced him with a mannequin when I wasn't looking) let out a long suffering sigh "Well there goes my peace and quiet mate, up and at em again we've arrived at Site 19"

Just as he finished that sentence the SWAT van's back doors opened up and sunlight bursted in, hurting my eyes but only for a brief moment.

I got up and carefully and slowly climbed out of the truck, even though I was consciously aware of my new powers, my subconscious was insisting on clinging to habits I've had since I was a kindergartener when I brutally bruised my knee after falling out of a truck bed.

Agent Danservice followed out after me.

And I then took in the sight of Site 19.

"Wooooow" I let out a breath as an amazed smile that you would expect to see from a ten year old gushing over trains blossomed across my face.

The site was a concrete fortress, looking like as if the hands of god scooped five high security US prisons out of the ground and mashed them together with a trio of Military bases.

I could count a dozen concrete guard towers manned by several snipers and machine guns, I saw fences as tall as a three story building, coated in four rows of looped barbed wire.

There were squat grey warehouses with vault like doors and concrete runways.

"This is like something out of Starship troopers, Aliens, Avatar! Pretty much any Military sci fi movie I've seen is on display here"

Agent Danservice spoke up in a tired tone "You can gawk at the site later Mate, for now follow me to processing" as he walked in front of me with the energy of a minecraft player suffering a hangover from drinking a RedBull vodka cocktail.

He led me past a dozen of what I guessed were MTF in training who were doing a jog around the base while a drill instructor like guy chased them while yelling at them and hitting the slow ones with a crop.

We walked up to a vault-like door that would probably put the vaults at most if not all banks to shame, said vault like door was at a multi story prison like building; and Agent Danservice pulled out a Keycard and swiped it through the slot right next to the vault.

*GRUUUUUMBLE ruuumble* I swear the vault shook the Earth as it slid open inwards.

"Holy shit, this is soooo…

Warhammer 40k" was all I could think to say.

"For the millionth time quit gawking and get in here mate" I heard Agent Danservice groan in his tired drunk minecraft player voice.

I stuttered and saluted"Y-y-yes sir! Sorry sir!" And rushed inside using a small small fraction of Saitama's speed (70 MPH) which I used for three seconds so I was quickly in front of the agent.

Twiddling my fingers I giggled nervously "L-l-lead the way s-sir"

SHORT TIMESKIP!

The facility was massive! And it was nothing short of a miracle! It was like those vaults you see from the fallout games but combined with the insides of the prisons I used to visit my father at.

So I was currently walking through a grey tunnel that to me reminded me of a sewer pipe, when I saw HER, as in the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

She was around six feet tall with H cup breasts, she had a curvaceous figure with hips that could rival Shakira's and a plump but firm butt.

She wasn't naked, but she wore a nearly skin tight black robe that left little of her curves to the imagination.

I was however shocked to my core when I discovered her face.

It was a PLAGUE DOCTOR'S MASK! One made of bone!

I bit down on my tongue to keep myself from exclaiming her name aloud and revealing that I knew crucial information about this universe.

'What the fuck? Is that SCP 049? Why is he a girl? Did The Foundation use another SCP to alter SCP 049's gender or am I in an alternate universe where SCP 049 has always been a girl?'

I then noticed that she was in a collar along with extension restraints 'Those are listed in SCP 049's containment measures, yep it's definitely them'

Despite the revelation my attraction didn't wane, if anything it increased.

Vaguely I could hear Agent Danservice yelling at me and tugging on my arm but I ignored him as I stared at Female SCP 049.

And as for what I did next? Whether it was due to testosterone, or sheer desire to let 049 know that I appreciate her beauty I decided to compliment her.

"Wow, you must be lost beautiful, there's no way a Vi-victoria's secret photoshoot is being held in this drab place" I said with my voice only stuttering once (Very confident by my standards)

I think I heard Agent Danservice beside me say "Mate What the fuck?" In a Will Smith like voice while the two Armored guards who were restraining SCP 049 via her extension restraints stared at me as if I was a giggling foaming madman who had broken out of the asylum.

One of the guards asked slowly "Kid, do you have any idea what this monster is?"

I felt my cheeks heating up at their judgemental reactions, I was a naturally shy guy, I almost never voiced my opinions aloud for fear of rocking the boat.

I was terrified of being judged, and so I shrunk into myself.

"That's the SCP I'm familiar with" I heard Agent Danservice remark with faint amusement while remaining tired.

Before I could voice my own nervous reply SCP 049 spoke in a voice that was feminine with a subtle echo "Marvelous, you are" *inhales* "Simply marvelous"

My eyes darted back and forth between the two guards and Agent Danservice "Y-y-y-you mean-m-mean them or or me?" I stuttered.

"You are the most healthy physical specimen I've ever had the pleasure of encountering! I detect no trace of the pestilence within you! Mon dieu! The pestilence couldn't hurt you even if it wanted to! I declare no disease I've encountered or in the world would be able to penetrate the ultimate armor that is yoir immune system!

I've found it! By The King's grace! I've found it The Panacea compound!"

There was a stunned pause, heck even Agent Danservice seemed to be surprised.

One of the guards began to ask "Uhhh, sir just what kind of SCP did you?"

SCP 049 began thrashing in her restraints "Unhand me you ignorami! I must study the Panacea! It is my duty as the cure to study the Panacea and cure the world!"

I looked at Agent Danservive for his reaction and he seemed irritated judging by his twitching brow "I'm about to find out, in the meantime escort that irksome abomination to its cell" he said gesturing to 049 with his left hand.

I didn't resist as Agent Danservice grabbed my arm to drag me off, only looking back to watch SCP 049 thrash and yell about how she needed to study me.

"Does-does she mean that Saitama's powers enhance my immune system too?" I question myself in a barely audible tone.

WE SWITCH OUT OF PATRICK'S POV!

THE FOLLOWING IS THE FIRST INTERVIEW CONDUCTED WITH THE SCP, AGENT DANSERVICE AND MTF GAMMA FOXTROT 12 CAPTURED AT HEARD ISLAND AT THE CONCLUSION OF INCIDENT 096/ 5271 1.

INTERVIEWER: DR. GUY FLUKES

INTERVIEWEE: PATRICK/ SCP 9000

Dr Flukes: Good morning SCP 9000, what is your name?

SCP 9000: (Eyes dart around the interrogation room nervously, twiddles its thumbs, bites it's bottom lip, doesn't respond to question)

Dr Flukes: (Clears throat) Excuse me SCP 9000 I asked you a question, please answer it.

SCP 9000: (Jolts in its seat and gasps) Oh! S-s-sorry s-s-sir, I am a very nervous anti social individual and in situations of high stress I-I (Scp 9000 gulps) tend to drift off, it's due to my autism and adhd you s-see.

Anyways my name is Patrick (Redacted)

Dr Flukes: (nods) Okay now where do you come from? And how were you able to kill SCP 096 and SCP 5271 A?

SCP 9000: (Takes a shaky breath) Is this being recorded? N-not that-that I am g-gonna get upset if it is, just-just nervous

Dr Flukes: (Annoyed) Answer the questions SCP 9000

SCP 9000: Right Right. I believe I come from an alternate universe, I-I mean I d-don't th-think giant p-penguins and real life boogeymen exist in my world.

I was born in Florida in the United States (SCP 9000 shakily inhales) back in my universe, I am twenty four years old and have never left Florida before now.

I've spent the last-last six years of my life living in the city of Stuart.

And if by SCP 096 and SCP 5271 A you mean those m-monsters, I didn't in-intend to kill them.

It was an-an accident.

I was terrified of dying from the b-boogeyman monster and so I threw out my hand to push it away and I…

Well you know the rest.

DR Flukes: Hmm interesting, so you can output enough destructive power to kill two Euclid SCPs without even trying.

Which brings me to my next question, how did you get ahold of such destructive power?"

SCP 9000: (Shrugs and fidgets) Please believe me sir when I tell you that I really don't know, today started off an ordinary day for me until I…

Got in the shower, ten minutes in I felt the floor collapse under me before I felt my skin bubbling and crackling as if I was in a slide that was tight as a sardine can and hot as an oven.

I blacked out at one point and woke up on that island as I am now.

Dr Flukes: (Nods appreciatively) Thank you for your cooperation SCP 9000, and your latter statement answers how you got here.

Now do you know where you were when you arrived and where you are now?

SCP 9000: (Clasps its hands together) I know the island I was on wasn't apart of Florida, as it NEVER snows in Florida.

As for where I'm at now, I guess France? I saw a couple signs written in French at the harbor.

Dr Flukes: Alright that concludes this interview, if you haven't realized it yet, your designation has been decided as SCP 9000.

Memorize it for that's what myself, the researchers and guards will be referring to you as for now on.

SCP 9000: (Straightens posture) Yes sir!

END INTERVIEW LOG

NOTE FROM DR GUY FLUKES "I think with how Incident 096/5271 1 ended SCP 096 can be safely classified as neutralized.

Good riddance, that monster was a bane on The Foundation.

Next I suggest we send a research team to Heard Island to scan for Thaumaturgical readings and to search for surviving instances of SCP 5271.

If none are found then SCP 5271 can also be classified as neutralized."

WE NOW SWITCH BACK TO PATRICK'S POV!

I laid down on my bed in my humanoid containment cell, the bed was much more comfortable then the cot on the boat but it wasn't a tempurpedic either.

I now shirtless and in a pair of spongebob pajamas I requested from The Foundation, shuffled my arms underneath the two thin blankets on top of me.

I let out a sigh as I looked around my dimly lit room, it was five minutes past nine.

It was A while after my interview, man that was nerve wracking, I had to be as truthful about my origins while pretending to be as ignorant about The Foundation as I could.

Again, I didn't want it to get out that I had extensive knowledge of various SCP's and The Foundation universe.

Who knew what The Foundation would do to me? Probably their infamous Amnestics.

I shivered "I like my memories the way they are thank you very much" I said to myself barely more then a whisper.

My eyelids felt heavy, my eyes burned yet I couldn't sleep for I hadn't taken my medication that countered my ADHD based insomnia.

Analyzing my room I saw that it was just plain white walls with barred windows.

The door was sealed by an electronic lock, and before I came in here I saw half a dozen guards as well as AI manned automatic weaponry lining the halls.

I let out a groan "Ooh I am sooo not getting any sleep tonight…

Ugh this is going to suck sooo bad!"

I was by no means an addict, but I needed my ADHD and allergies medication prescribed to me by my Doctor just to live a normal life.

Without my ADHD medication I am a literal insomniac (I once went eleven days without sleep when I couldn't reach my doctor to give me a prescription to refill my meds) and with out my allergies meds, I would suffer from crippling migraines that made me feel like I was dying and runny noses that made me feel like I was suffocating.

Out of frustration and due to an itch, I began scratching my now bald head "What to do what to do…"

I snapped my fingers "Yes, I'm allowed to request things as a "guest" of the Foundation.

So tomorrow I'll tell Dr Flukes about my condition and ask for a prescription for my pills, please god please let me get my pills tomorrow"

I ended the last sentence in a prayer with my hands clasped together.

With that I shut my burning eyes and prepared for a long restless night.

AUTHORS NOTES

So this is my first SCP Foundation fanfiction.

To be honest I'm kind of nervous as I've never written for SCP before, but I'm excited too.

BEFORE YOU COMPLAIN IN THE REVIEWS! The reason why Scp 096 was on Heard Island was because a photograph of his face washed up there from a sunken boat, thus the SCP 5271 instances saw 096's face in the photograph; thus 096 broke containment to go to Heard island to kill the penguins who summoned their diety to protect them.

Anyways I'm planning to include my own OC scps in here besides Patrick.

Patrick will go on adventures alongside mobile task forces, some of the adventures will be from canon but with Patrick mixing events up.

Other adventures will be with events caused by my OC scps.

And the pairing is Female SCP 049 x Patrick, their relationship will be based on 049's fascination with his perfectly healthy body which will evolve into something more.

Until next time…

LATER TATERS!