Percival watched as their leader left the cave that was created. She looked at packet of papers he gave her. The title read "The Tome of Arthur". He said it contained all his works with her former world. All the tests he performed. The total body counts for each one. Everything. Sonic had the original, a cardboard cover notebook with black and white designs on it, but it did not need to be the original to satisfy her curiosity. She opened the book to the first page, and began to read silently.

The Tome of Arthur

The book "The Tales of King Arthur" is cursed. It has some magic that creates a world based on the person's memory, and casts people the user knows as characters within the book. These personalities may or may not be exactly as the character themselves were. There were several points throughout the experiments where characters did not act like their historical counterparts, more rather their real-life counterparts.

This book contains everything I have gathered from the experiments. In these experiments, I've acted differently, whether it be acting more rude and harsh than I normally do, to singing songs whenever it fits. I've tried using only my fists, in others I used modern engineering to kill everything.

Items within the book can be taken out. Items from the outside world can be left in. Best trash disposal system EVER. I wouldn't recommend trying it though.

Chances are, if you're not Sonic the Hedgehog and you're reading this, you are probably one of my knights. Just in case you accidentally see another you while heading outside to get provisions for your comrades (hopefully you'll be in your disguise), rest assured, that isn't your doppleganger, and possibly it isn't another knight. It's your real-life counterpart. Those are the people that you are based off of. You could say that you are the doppleganger. But you're still you, and they're still them. They didn't grow up on a farm, or in nobility. Most of them probably haven't even killed a person. Do NOT kill them or I will kill you, and I will have another version of yourself to go and take their place.

Percival rose an eyebrow at the last sentence. She knew he put it there in light of a... 'conundrum' that she was sure would be brought up sooner or later, but she wondered why it was stressed so. Regardless, she read on.

The next few pages contain the statistics, basic overviews, and comments on the experiments, numbered in order. They also contain the surviving knights I extracted, what I told them to refer to me as, and what their codenames are. It may be a bit hard to read, but deal with it, I'm not changing it.

Percival turned the page.

1: Harsh... but fair: Focused on being rude, irritable, toss out more insults than usual and such things. I had also spouted references left and right, seeing if anyone would get them and laugh (meaning it is more of a dream, rather than an alternative reality), and I tried to see if I could get the Blacksmith (A.K.A. Leon, A.K.A. Tails) to develop a rifle a thousand several hundred years before its ivention. It was successful, but I tossed it into the molten mines before my fight with Percival. Recruited Saxton/Fang, Degroot/Bean, Al/Bark, and Rachel/? by a bar bet.
Result: It was much more difficult than my normal run. Rings didn't seem to work at all; combatants took all damage naturally. I managed to get prepared for this, by getting armor. Things had changed when I was treating others harshly and making others do things for me. For example, I got captured by literally hordes of thousands of enemies right after I amassed an army of 80, but in return for a pet dragon I pretty much gave Nimue in the beginning, she gave me a strength potion that was AWESOME.

Kills: 1400+ (6 important character kills; Lancelot/Shadow, Degroot, Al, Saxton, Rachel, and Merlina. In that order.)
# of references: Lost count at 43. Last big one; As I took someone's hammer and made it set on fire, I shouted "Sonic Boom, Sonic Boom, SAWNIC BOOOOM," and proceeded to slap her shit so hard, the castle blew up. Made so much more sense at the time. Actually, no, it didn't.
Extracted Knights: Gawain/Knuckles, Percival/Blaze, Galahad/Silver, Lamorak/Jet, Galehaut/E-123 OMEGA, Bors/Mighty
Codenames: This is what I'd call the 'vanilla' group, since I didn't bring anyone out in first run/controlled test. Calling out to certain members among a large group, I will identify them as "Vanilla name", but in single squad situations, you will be addressed by simply your First name. I also refer to the first of a specific person by their actual name, unless if I say "Gawains", or such.
My Codename for this group: This is for the times when someone asks you a question like "Who do you work for?" You are to reply with my codename;"King Arthur"
My cue phrase to break the act/disguise, and get down to work: "And I'm Arthur, king of the Britons."
Comments: It seems the more I refuse to follow the main storyline and the more people I get involved, the more difficult the combat and situation is. I was also a bit more social, going out and getting mercenaries to do some work for me, so I didn't have to do all of Nimue's trials over again from last time. Those were a drag. After that, they turned on me, presumably to get my rifle, which I promptly threw into the lava before getting into a fisticuffs duel with Percival in which I enslaved her. The difficulty (and fun) curve went right up from there. Well, based on the results of this, I assume the more I mindlessly follow the story, the easier it's going to be. I will have to experiment on that later, but right now, I want to have some FUN with this thing.

Position: Leading squad. Makes the big decisions, but that does not mean one won't listen to reason from another squad's perspective.

Defining look: "Defining look" was the only term I could think of at the time for what I have in mind. It's a special attribute on your armor that makes you easier to distinguish from your others. This group has none, their lack of defining look being their defining look.

Because he had to explain everything, Sonic continued the test results on the next page.

2: Ladykiller: In the metaphorical term, of course. Self explanatory. I use my good people skills to get them to all come with me after I beat them, and I try not to get any of the knights who left involved.
Result: It flipped and it flopped between success and failure, due to my inability to not take this experiment seriously at all. Or, I took it too seriously, and therefore did the wrong thing. It was closer to the literal term than the metaphorical one.

Kills: 900~
Extracted Knights: Lancelot, Gawain, Percival, Leon/Blacksmith/Smithy
Codenames: Lancelot, Grossa Testa, Manana, Leon/Blacksmith/Smithy
My codename for this group: "Wily"
My cue phrase to refer to me as my real name: … Do I even know you?
Position: Diplomatic/Combat squad. Wants to be as socially persuasive and likeable as possible, so you can get people to do something/not do something that ends in your favor. If not, fight them.
Defining look: 17th century-esque fancy clothing. If they are sent out battle ready, they would sport the clothes over their armor.

3: The Musician: I brought my MP3 player. I also say lyrics to songs whenever I find appropriate.
Result: Everyone was amazed by the MP3 player. Some people wanted it to perform reverse engineering on, but I declined every offer. No one sang along when I sang, sadly. My guitar playing skills have improved since the beginning of the test. Not drastically, to my immense disappointment.

Total Kills: 1100~
Extracted Knights: Lancelot, Gawain, Percival, Galahad, Bors, Galehaut, Lamorak
Codenames: Mr. Brightside, Headstrong, Anastasia, The Goddamn Batman, Rolling Thunder, E-1990 PAINKILLER, The Hellion.
Codename for this group: "Male Joan Jett"
Cue phrase to refer to me as my real name: "That's why I say 'hey man nice shot'."
Phrase that must be said in reply to this phrase: "Good shot hey man." (doesn't really have to be said, but I LOVE IT when people do that)
Comments: I used everything I could. Voltaire, Crush 40, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, hell, I even used the danananananananananana BATMAAAAN theme. It was hilarious, even though no one else thought it was. I referenced them to it now, and gave each one of them a cheap 2 GB MP3 player with selected songs on it.
Position: Machinist/Recreation managers. These guys handle electricity, plumbing, and ventilation. Also parties. Also in charge of deploying THE FINAL BATTLE ANTHEM.
Defining look: Brown, black, and gray/white clothes. Their armor is brown and black, with cog and gear features. Steampunk, if you will.

Percival read on. The strangeness of the tests had no solid consistency, but all the tests had some strange quality to them. One test would involve going in completely armored, and receiving a much more ruthless and unforgiving world, and the one right after it was solely to retrieve a character, and all he brought was a pineapple and a yoyo. He occasionally did "Wild Card" tests, bringing in random objects to see what would happen. He brought in a bear pelt once. The resulting effect infuriated him so much, he left the book, got a flamethrower, and re-entered the book. His results claimed he had "cured" the entire island of England, and a little bit of Ireland. She wondered briefly what needed curing, as the Total Kills section was crossed out with thick black ink. There were no subjects brought out of the book, either.

Later on, Sonic started entering different things. Most prominently, he compiled a list of things called "SCPs", in which SCP meant Secure, Contain, and Protect, numbered one to a thousand. He went in and out of it several times, bringing a couple of these listed items with him each time. The first time, he came out with SCP-445, large stack of blank leafs of paper reading "Dr. Wondertainment's Super Paper!" on the corner, which could be rolled up and used as a telescope, folded to make an animated origami crane, and a hat/boat that supposedly could propel itself to sixty kilometers and hour and, as Sonic wrote in very uppity handwriting, probably due to laughing, "to quote the official documents for it, "subject's physical attractiveness was greatly increased in the eyes of viewers. When both were performed simultaneously, both effects were achieved, with subject reported as looking 'dead sexy' while scooting around the water upside-down." Hilarious." He also came out with SCP-085, a sentient two-dimensional black and white animated girl named "Cassy" who lives on a sheet of the aforementioned Super Paper. She can be moved onto other items where a painting, however it is not recommended, as the last thing Sonic wants is a girl hopping around from paper to paper around the whole facility, each sheet being as plain and boring as the last. The next time, he came back with SCP-248, a bundle of stickers that read "110%" that supposedly increase the maximum efficiency by ten percent, and SCP-187, a girl who could see the future state of whatever she is looking at. Unfortunately for her, she tends to speak self-fulfilling prophecies that end with someone's death. She had mittens attached to her hands to avoid clawing her eyes out from some of the things she's seen.

And as if these SCP items and persons already having been tested in fictional government funded facilities that has been running for a hundred or so years wasn't enough for him, Sonic ended the segment of tests with a sentence stating he was planning on bringing more items out, and into King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, for cross-experimentation. And he only stopped entering the SCP database because he saw graffiti reading "WATCH FOR THE WHITE BIRD" while traversing to a facility during the beginning of his third run, and then got into an accident involving a white bird that may or may not have killed him, he was not quite sure, that resulted in him getting thrown out.

Percival shook her head. She had only just entered the twenty first century a month ago, and now Sonic's going into fictional top-secret facilities and busting out anomalies that couldn't be explained with billions of dollars of funding? She wasn't sure if they would sit well with the others. Sonic had done a total of nineteen experiments so far.

That's the end of the test results, as of the first month of running. I know, it may be worrying that you will have to wear disguises and act as someone else when on the surface, but there is a bright side. You'll live twice as long with medication, better quality food for much cheaper, TECHNOLOGY such as REFRIGERATORS and OVENS and TOASTERS so you can preserve and cook food (I'll tell you now you'll have to be taught how not to use them like a moron). And it'll help my conscience if I find you a better place to settle down, or improve the current facility to make it more comfortable and clean, so look forward to a place made with less dirt and wood. It's probably not going to be like life in a castle, but it's definitely better than life everywhere else in your world. Be warned, since the average life is longer in this world, it's law to not fuck under 18 years old and not drink alcohol under 21. I'm pretty sure you don't need talking to about the first one, but the second one may be a problem, and I don't want to come back to find you guys piss drunk with a dozen people I have never met before inside the base, so please; no alcohol. And even though the age is 16, don't ever think about driving a car. You're BEYOND cars.

Oh, before I forget, and passwords. Well, more like "passphrases" since they aren't single words. If someone gets past the outhouse disguise, have a door with some eye slit thing there, and ask for a passphrase. There will be several passphrases. Fellow knights (including me) only need 1 passphrase, so there it's a matter of preference, or you could set up a system that limits each group to one specific passphrase, whatever. I have my own passphrase that should be used only by me and people I send back. You can use common sense to figure out whether or not I would have sent them here. They are as follows:

ARTHUR'S CODE: "Son of a Bitch."

1: "Ni!"
2: "It's only a flesh wound."
3: "One, Two, Five-WAIT THREE!"
4: "Aggghhhhhhh... that's the password."
5: "Disregard passwords, acquire clone armies."

The thing is, they're funny or stupid passphrases, no one would think of them and would probably look for things revolving around the area, or if someone was slightly in on it, me, but no, I picked a bunch of crazy lines that even a hooligan wouldn't say. You can request changing them, I'm a reasonable guy, I probably would let it through.

Oh, and since I have things to do, and that you were the first person to join me, Percival, you will be in charge when I'm not onsite. I shouldn't have to tell you to have responsibility over everyone else, especially your 'others'. Don't let anyone leave without their disguise, minus non-duplicates, don't let anyone in without correct passphrases, don't house an underground crime ring. Oh, and MAYBE you will be allowed to travel free of disguise if you are going to a cosplay convention. MAYBE. I'm not entirely sure of that, however.

That's all for now. I'll give you a more updated copy when I get on with that, with much less fooling around with your not-so-little head. Oh, and due to the massive amount of information in this packet and the possibility of all this confusing SCP stuff getting into someone who is WAY too curious and not at all trained, we all know who, I would rather you not hand out this packet. Explain rules, passwords, things like that, but more sensitive information, I'm sure you could tell by reading it, doesn't need to be said in a speech. Don't pass the packet around like a drunk girl at a party. Kicking back into my good ol' self again. Thank you for helping me help you help us all.

~Sonic the Hedgehog

Still giggling, Percival turned back to the front page. She let out a satisfied sigh as she stared off, her mind wandering.

"What's so funny?" She heard the voice of Galahad ask from her side. She flinched in reaction, and began to fold the packet.

"Oh, it's just that Sonic probably had fun writing this." She claimed.

Galahad nodded, interested. "Mind if I see?"

"No!" She overreacted, quickly realizing this, and letting out a little nervous laugh. "No, no. One of the things I just read was that Sonic doesn't like his stuff being passed around." Like a drunk girl at a party, she thought, giggling. Ahahahawaitaminute.

"Oh." Galahad replied, disappointed. "Well, anything you can share with us from it? Regulations?"

"Ah, yes. I do." Percival answered, unfolding the packet and switching to the last page she read. "Thanks for reminding me. He gave me a information about the groups and what they are tasked to do. Also passwords and restrictions."

"What are they?" The hedgehog asked curiously. "What am I supposed to do?"

Percival sighed. "This is sort of everyone's business. I'll have a meeting for it so everyone can hear it at the same time. You will tell everyone I will be having a meeting."

Galahad stood, and nodded. "Yes ma'am."

With that, the White Knight turned on one of his heels and began to walk away, garnering his equals' attention. Percival looked back at the packet of papers, and began to find the right words to say for her lecture.

I've been planning to do this for the longest time now, and I swear this went through so many revisions, but I finally decided that I held this off long enough, got my stuff together and finished this. I'm going to be updating this every once in a while with little sections of Sonic's crazy, over the top and possibly twisted experiments.

SKITS AHOY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

And, just a heads up, I'm working on my next story. This is just because this has so much potential. On the new story, I'm working on an outline instead of making it up as I go along with a basic idea of how I want it to end. I uploaded this fic when I was finished writing Chapter 14 or so, and it was hard to keep up while not heartlessly writing down summaries of what I want to put down. Anyway, see you later, I might have enough down to start publishing it by New Years.