I'm not going to go into how I had to explain everything to Doctor Harper and the others, I'm just going to go into me checking in on each of the listed SCPs in the previous chapter, meeting up with them, and seeing how they were currently doing. First up, the one that I made the promise to in the first place.

SCP-096. Neutralized:

After traveling to the site that 096 was at, I heard that the entity had begun to speak and that, from what the guards said, requested that he be released from containment because he was hungry for a burger. They were about to do so, but were reminded that the effects may still be there. They said that I'd be sent in first, just to test it. And if it was there? My new knowledge of death would mean that, should I end up getting targeted by 096, I'd be able to just tell a guard to shoot my head before 096 could kill me.

After arrival to its containment room, I then went through the proceedings of entering the different rooms one by one until the final one, where I then proceeded to turn on a flashlight and, afterwards, the guy I saw? He looked like a normal, everyday human. He was naked, of course, but he was back to normal with a normal body build. And when he saw me, he looked at me with surprise and then a smile.

"You... you solved it... I truly am back to my old self, aren't I?" he asked, me smirking at him.

"Yes, you are," I said, him then hugging my body after, which was awkward as I then did one more test.

"Just one final test, just in case it's still there. I'm going to have you on camera and see what happens if the ones on the exterior see your face as of now," I said, him nodding as I then did so, and afterwards? He looked confused and then sighed.

"It's over... it's finally all over... I thank you!... Please, I beg of you, make me forget everything that I've went through. I don't want to remember a damn thing about what I did in that state of mind!" he said with tears, me nodding at him.

"I'll make sure they get the memo to give you the strongest amnestics we have," I said as I then confirmed it to the others on the other side of the walls.

"SCP-096 is officially Neutralized. He is now a normal human with no anomalous properties. Request to have subject given a full memory wipe to prevent him from having the horrible memories anymore," I said, which the others on the other end spoke after.

"Understood. Proceed to exit containment," said Doctor Harper.

"Also request a large blanket... the emperor has no clothes," I spoke.

"TMI."

SCP-202: Neutralized (Partially)

After this, I proceeded over to Europe to the containment site of SCP-202, which was in disguise of a hospital, but actually housed numerous SCPs related to doctors and hospitals. And it also currently housed 049 and 201, the latter of which being in an area that 202 was not allowed to enter into the zone as it was 'filled with dangerous patients'. And as for 202? When I met with him in an interview, he looked at me with a smile. (I had to take off my Foundation items when speaking with him, as he was still not allowed to know anything about the Foundation. I had to be careful when speaking with the guy).

"Hello there, Mister Bizmuth," I said, the man looking at me with a smile.

"To you, a hello I say," he said, me nodding at him as I noted his speech was not the same as prior... but still weird. "Your role integral in a partial cure, the doctors have told me. The symptoms to have left, over 75 percent of them. Not fully cured, some of them are."

So, yeah, one of those symptoms was that, rather than speaking everything in reverse perfectly, he now spoke his sentences in the order that I call 'Yoda-ish', where he spoke in a similar way that Yoda from Star Wars would. And he looked to be annoyed at his speech but then sighed. "Not a complete cure, but good enough, it is. My life better than living hell, my life used to be."

"Indeed. I managed to find out the reason as to how you managed to get the disease, but as it's a brand-new kind of disease and you were the only one afflicted, I need to make absolutely sure as to what I learned from others that have gotten afflictions," I said, him nodding. "First question. Did you happen to verbally wish for anything the night prior to the disease's first appearance?" I asked, him looking confused.

"Uh, yeah... wished to rewind my video tape, I did. Before bedtime by 50 minutes, it was," he admitted.

"Do you happen to know the title that this video tape was, per chance?"

"My Life, the title was. Compilation of my childhood, it was. Try to show it to my girlfriend, I did."

"And were you asking this wish to anyone in particular? Like, say, a being of higher power like God or Vishnu?" I asked, which he then nodded.

"Indeed... believe in any religion, I did not. Girlfriend annoyed with me, she was. Wanted to show her my childhood, I did. Break up with me upon morning, she did... Know about my condition, she never did... Left before I woke up, she did..."

"I see... it appears that this is some bizarre phenomenon that has afflicted others, but each in different ways. Mainly, a random disease that correlates to a wish made verbal but misinterpreted in some way. The wish of you wanting to rewind 'My Life' is what gave you this affliction," I said, him being surprised by that.

"Such a thing possible, is it?" he gawked.

"There are a lot of weird things in this world, as new diseases are discovered by the year. 2020 had Covid-19, the 2010's had the Swine Flu, 1919 had the Spanish Flu, and Malaria is always changing how it works to avoid being given a true vaccine. It may be that this strange disease afflicts people at completely random, but it is, regardless, needing to be given a name. As you were the one to have been given just a partial fix, we need to ask if you, Mister Bizmuth, would like to give out a regular name for this bizarre disease as well as ask if you'd be willing to reintegrate back into society, but only if we were to send doctors to your house every month to check in on your progress," I said, him smiling at that.

"Afflictions from wishing verbally to a higher power, this disease is... godwish syndrome, I feel the name should be," he said, me smiling and writing that down in my notebook. "And... go back home to my old life, I very much wish to do... give you some details of what my symptoms are currently, I was told to describe."

1: 202 still needs to breathe in carbon-dioxide and exhale oxygen.

2: His movement has become back to normal aside from when it comes to driving cars, as they tested him in the parking lot. As such, he is to no longer be allowed to drive.

3: Speech has changed to what I described as Yoda-ish.

4: He still has the urge to sleep in the day and wake up at night, but he can fight it more than prior.

5: He sneezes in reverse, but coughs normally.

"I see... I can only assume that the sneezes are a bit painful," I said with a small sigh.

"Sneeze is less of 'ah-choo' and more of 'choo-ah', it actually is," he said, me smirking at that.

"Well, at least you get a unique sneeze. And it isn't like my one friend who sneezed swear words when he was around me," I said, which he chuckled at normally.

SCP-3663: Neutralized

Once finished interviewing with 202, I then was led to 3663's location, that being an underground tunnel that was placed underneath of Site 22, where, when I met him, I saw that he was looking around in the darkness as I then brought in a small flashlight and turned it on, which the kid then looked at me and I saw that his cardboard parts were now able to be taken off and his body was back to what it used to be! And he looked to be scared when he saw me.

"D-Don't come closer... I... I'm a monster..." he said with fear, me sighing as I shook my head.

"No, you aren't, kid. Not anymore," I said, him then shuddering as he then looked to be afraid as I came closer and he then tried to take off his cardboard body that covered his torso... and gasped at how he was able to do so and how he felt skin underneath.

"Oh... Oh my god... I... I'm back to normal! I'M BACK TO NORMAL!" he shouted in glee before then rushing me and hugging me, which made me surprised at the tackle as he managed to knock me on my back, which he giggled as he hugged me. "I don't know why, but I know you had something to do with this! You have no idea how happy I am! I was so lonely and so scared for the longest time! Constantly trapped in the mind of that Tunnel Monster! I'm forever in your debt, mister!" he said with glee, me smiling at him.

"There, there, kid. We just need to take you topside so we can get you looked at. You need some food and water as well as some medicine... before that, I need to let you know that, because of everything that's happened, we're going to make you forget everything that happened when you were trapped in that state... you're okay with that, right?" I said, him nodding.

"All I ask is that I be driven to my friend's grave and I can pay my respects before I forget everything... I missed him a lot... and when I knew he died, that's when I went off the rails... I want to say hi to him one more time before I forget... can you do that for me, please?" he asked, me sighing as I then spoke to the walkie to Doctor Harper about the request, and she allowed it, but only if we didn't talk to anyone or tell anyone about his name before he became the tunnel monster. And that, once he forgot, he'd be given a different name as well as put into the care of a foster home away from the towns he turned into the tunnel monster at as well as the town that contained his friend's grave.

"I can do that... I don't want to ever remember a thing about what I went through... or anyone I hurt in that big outburst."

SCP-6670

After the ordeal was finished with 3663 getting his medicine after seeing and paying respects at his friend's grave, I then went down by one town from the placement of 3663's friend's grave and found the new housing unit that had been made for healing up the gigantic child of 6670, me seeing that she was now about the size of a 23-year-old woman, but still about 7 feet tall, which was probably going to be the ending point for her now that the wish was over.

She looked to be a bit malnourished as well as having damaged hair over her entire scalp, having terrible gums and teeth, and I was given the knowledge that she needed to be given a lot of money in order to give her the stuff she needed to go back to normal. Either that, or I ask that she get back to health from asking 6666 to cash in favor number 2 from when I helped out 384-1.

I still was allowed to meet with her, as she was to be interviewed prior to going under her surgery to fix her horrible mouth.

"Hello there, miss Jemma," I said, her looking at me in surprise, but in pain.

"How do you know my name?... Who are all these people?... I'm scared..." she said, me nodding at her, seeing that her childhood innocence was still in place, as she wasn't taught anything after she got stuck in the house as a toddler.

"Because we found some tapes that mentioned your name was Jemma... I'm Mister Marcus and I want to learn things from you that the tapes may not have mentioned... are you okay with giving us the answers to some questions?" I asked, her looking confused before nodding.

"I... I guess... short answers... it hurts a lot," she admitted as she pointed to her teeth.

"Right... When did you notice you were growing bigger than you should be?" I asked, her then looking at me and sighing.

"3... I was 3... I wanted to gwow big for momma... too big..." she admitted with tears in her eyes.

"When you first got trapped in the walls, the tapes mentioned someone named Mister Bates. Do you know anything about him?"

"Momma's fwiend... he wanted to help get me out... I heard a loud thud noise... he's dead, isn't he?" she asked, me frowning at that.

"I'm afraid that, from what the tapes said, he fell down the stairs and was dead when he hit the bottom of them. He was found at a later date in another house," I explained, her being confused. It was a lie, though. He really died via getting killed by Jemma's mother when he wanted to get some help, as the fire department wasn't able to.

"Huh? That's... weird..." she said before yiping from a needle being injected into her shoulder, which made her sob a bit.

"Easy, Jemma, we're trying to make you get better, but to do that, we have to give you medicine. Otherwise, the infection could kill you as well," I said, her sighing.

"It still hurt..." she admitted.

"Final question... you don't need to answer this one if you don't want to... one of the tapes depicted that, after you got stuck on the ground floor... you looked like you were consuming something that had hair... do you know what it was?"

Jemma started to sniffle at this as water poured from her eyes. "Momma... I'm... I'm sorry... I was just so hungry... I couldn't move... and I kept growing... momma was under me... she smelled bad... I needed to help her... she wouldn't have... wouldn't want to be under me... s-she would've wanted to be with me... forever..." she sobbed before then crying to the point she couldn't speak her words correctly.

I then ended the interview and requested that, before going under, she gets amnestics to forget everything that happened and that she then go to a nursing home as a patient, as she did not possess any knowledge of how to live a life as a full-grown adult. The motion carried among the 05 members 9 yay and 4 nay, mainly since the kid was cured of her SCP status, but because of how little she had learned through her life, she couldn't live like a normal adult woman would be able to. And it would be better she forgets the negative things that happened and that she forgets about what happened to her momma.

SCP-811: Neutralized

After speaking to 6670, I then was flown to 811's habitat, where she had been allowed to leave as she was now who she used to be, as viewed by SCP-978, her being an extremely beautiful young woman that was able to speak like a rich aristocrat from the 1600s, as that was when she had been cursed to become the Swamp Woman. Due to her having been returned to normal while still in the habitat of radioactivity, we had to give her some radiation testing and chemical showers in order to make sure she was okay.

After doing the tests, we found she only contracted a minor amount of radiation, not nearly enough to cause any kind of negative side effects. And she looked at my face and smiled at me.

"I was told you are the one to thank for my curse to be lifted... I thank you a lot, my prince," she said, me being a bit bashful after.

"Well, I was just trying to help others is all. You weren't the only one that got saved that day," I admitted, her humming afterwards in confirmation as I was then spoken to by Doctor Harper.

"You can understand her? She's been speaking everything in Nordic tongue from the 1600s, and you can understand her language perfectly?" Doctor Harper asked as I then facepalmed myself.

"Ah, crud, forgot to edit that in my report. I'm also apparently able to hear any language spoken to me as normal English. The only thing that stays consistent is their accents, as I was also able to read 049's notebook as well as read the lines that were on 012 without getting afflicted by it," I explained. And it was true. After having been sent to where 811 was at as of now, I had to assist in a breach where a random person tried to open up 012's chamber and I had to get the poor guy out of there. And when I did so, I saw that, though I did feel that the piece was impossible to complete, I did not feel the need to finish it or add my blood to it. I was able to read it and see that it was actually a bunch of notes that were somehow able to make a message with the amount of blood and the notes they added to them...

It was still a whole lot of garbage gobbledie-goop and jumbled-up letters all over the place, but what do I expect from the Bad Composition?

"I see... I knew of these dangerous creatures as far back as my time... but then the one that cursed me... after he did so, he assisted in making more monstrosities... I beg that I do not forget anything that happened to me... because I want to let you know of what else my enemy had managed to create and see if they've been contained... I will even assist as another member of your Foundation," the woman named Ae admitted, me smiling at that.

"We can look into getting you an interview as a member, but only if you can tell us what you were named before everything happened. And only after we finish checking on the other wish subjects will we be able to check into the SCPs you may list... so what was your old name?" I asked, her smiling.

"I am Charlotta Deborise III, former heiress to the Deborise fortune, but then the next in line, the one who cursed me, was my disgusting cousin, Brutois Deborise. I recall one of his victims was the one you refer to as Plague Doctor," she said, me being surprised at that. I then translated the words she spoke, which made one of the others, AKA, Wachtel, respond in surprise.

"Well, now we have another POI to learn about... I've heard of this person before, but I don't know much about him... we'll proceed to look into it the moment we get you some dinner, Charlotta... or can I call you Ae still?" he asked, which she smiled at.

"I may be Charlotta now... but to you, Wachtel, I will always be Ae. I am grateful to you giving me company when I needed it most," she smiled happily.

SCP-2565: Neutralized

After getting a bit of annoyance from saying Allison Eckhart's name so much, even in dream form, I finally was allowed to go meet with the woman herself. And judging by the fact that the words I'm writing out aren't being afflicted by her cursed powers, that should give you enough indication of how it was working.

Allison Eckhart, AKA SCP-2565 was officially back to who she was before she got cursed, and she was now back to work in the Foundation as an 03 member of the Nine Tailed Fox division, which she was relieved that her curse was finally over.

Due to her position in the Foundation, I'm only able to list this as her response to what she said when she found out I was the one who helped get her curse lifted.

"You're in my debt, 789XP. I kind of want to change my name after all of that shit I went through. I never want to hear the name 'Allison {Expletive Redacted} Eckhart' ever again!" she said in extreme annoyance.

SCP-2521: Neutralized

The one that hates words and text about it is now finally Neutralized. How do I know about this? I am writing all of this out about how he worked and he is now neutralized, as his wish to SCP-6666 has been nullified per my request to her. His true name is {Data Expunged} (He requests to be kept anonymous as he still didn't like people to talk about him and wants a name change as his whole reasoning for his wish was to prevent people from speaking his birthname. You know, kind of like how some idiot parents name their kids ridiculous names? This poor guy got a name that puts 'Taluladoesthehulainhawaii' to shame).

When I suggested name changes that he could get after being reintegrated into society, he also requested that we send him to a backwoods locale that had little amount of people. He didn't like company in humans and also requested a couple of pets in the form of dogs, breeds not mattering to him. We delivered and the man's new name is {Redacted for privacy}.

We left him with one warning before we let him be in his new life. Don't wish verbally like he did prior, as a god did hear him and that's what caused a lot of death. He agreed and said he'd be careful of his words from that point on and, after being given Class B Amnestics to forget what he'd done as an SCP, he is now in the backwoods of Pennsylvania.

SCP-503: Neutralized

When I met with SCP-503, we knew that the testing to determine luck was going to be quite tricky, so, in order to try and find out for sure, we had to do a long-term test in getting him a girlfriend as well as seeing if he would be able to win at scratch-off tickets that we gifted to him. He was, at first, nervous of having a girlfriend, but we managed to get him one in the form of Allison Eckhart, him being amazed at how kind she was, especially now that both of them were Neutralized SCPs. He managed to maintain the relationship with Allison Eckhart for a total off 3 months of testing while every scratch-off ticket led to 1 winner at least every week on completely random days, as it usually worked as such.

Thus, we told 503 that he was now Neutralized and we had to ask an important question to the guy. Would he prefer to stay with the Foundation and Allison Eckhart? Or would he want to be given Amnestics to forget all the crud he went through as an SCP and reintegrate into society? He admitted that it was a tough decision as he did like Callie (Allison changed her name after month 2 to Callie Ikari) and decided that, due to the very real possibility of both of them being killed in the future due to the numerous monsters under our care, that he be given Amnestics. Callie was slightly upset at this but understood that it was probably for the best. 503, now neutralized, lives peacefully and blissfully unaware of the SCP Foundation in Ohio.

SCP-384: Neutralized

During testings with 503, I decided it time to go meet with 384... Yeah, for some bizarre reason, I was told by 6666 that the POI that needed to find 384 was me. And it correlated to both this world AND my world. Where my childhood friend in Shawna Calliope wanted to play hide and seek... and I never found her afterwards. In my world, it was because she got hurt when she entered her hiding spot and she died after no one found her... and for this world, it was because she wished to never be found by her friend, Marcus Osmond. And thus, she turned into 384-1.

Due to the concern of me not counting as the true Marcus Osmond, we went with a Plan A and Plan B situation. If I entered 384, I had to be given some kind of means in case I were to be sent to the Labrea Tar Pits that was where most D-class personnel were sent after testing with the SCP, mainly a special suit to protect me from both flames as well as the tar. But I was told that I was only to place the helmet portion on my face if Plan A didn't work. If that would be the case, then Plan B was for me to find the Marcus Osmond of this world without him noticing and take his place while he was sent to the facility and sent through testing.

Regardless, I should say this. Plan A... it didn't work. I was sent into the tar pits after 384-1 mentioned that she did recall that she had to be found by Marcus Osmond... but I was not that Marcus Osmond. And she did recall that he was probably in his 60's at this time and that he was born in the same hospital that she had been.

After I got out of the tar pits and told the others the situation, they only then realized that this Marcus Osmond that was mentioned by 384 was actually the same age I was... but was also born in 1963... apparently he was a unique case of an SCP that was labeled as SCP-366-FR, a specific type of person that, due to them being born on February 29th, aged by 1 year every 4 years, and, as such, the Marcus Osmond of this world was actually the same age as I was, but, due to my new knowledge, I knew I'd outlive him by hundreds of years.

We then did the deed of switcheroo, and I was able to live my old life for about a week while the POI was sent to the Foundation, and I was made aware that he'd be given Amnestics after everything had concluded. And I had to admit, it was kind of nice living my old life for a bit.

I got to meet old friends, learned that my parents in this world were alive, and that the Marcus Osmond of this world was actually the same personality as me, just without the knowledge of SCPs.

After the week ended, I was switched back with the other Marcus Osmond as well as being able to meet the child that I played hide and seek with ages ago... she was still the same age as she was when she'd been turned into the SCP previously owned by Marshall, Carter, and Dark LTD. And she also gave us the knowledge that this bizarre company was filled with weird items that they were in charge of making. And that the door she'd been trapped in was not their call, but they found it and decided to try and replicate it in the future before the Foundation found it. (I learned all of this from an interview she went through after having been asked about how everything happened. She promised the anomalous item sellers she wouldn't say anything to anyone about them, because she was told that they might try to make more kids trapped in doors like she was. She was lied to.

SCP-3199: Neutralized

After not only rescuing 384-1, but also being given my second favor granted by 6666 to heal the different instances to normal health (namely 202 and 6670), she agreed, but said that 202 was much harder to cure for his ailment than she originally thought. As such, what she was able to do for 202 was all she was capable of. But she did say she'd make sure 6670 was healed of her diseases and ailments that she'd gotten from being in that state without cleanliness for so long, but her mind wouldn't be able to be fixed.

And after this, I was then able to meet up with 3199, who had long since been considered as Neutralized when we discovered that the lone member we had in containment was back to being human and, as Queen Titania promised, he was now rendered mute and unable to speak whatsoever. As such, they said I'd meet with him, as I was able to understand any language. Surely, I'd be able to hear the mute man if he wanted to speak his mind?

Well, unfortunately, due to him being mute as well as him seeming to have severe Aspberger's Syndrome, he was almost unable to form a coherent sentence from thought to me and he kept requesting chicken. It seemed he had no idea of anything he'd done as the chicken man, which was a bit upsetting that he didn't remember anything about all the harm he caused... but we did learn that he had no family left after running his name through the database, as that was one thing he did know. And, as a result, we sent him to a housing area for special-needs so he'd not have any issues with reintegration and, as he was mute and almost incapable of writing anything coherently, we only gave him Class C amnestics, which was quite enough to make him forget the Foundation and the name 'chicken man'.

Finally, after all of this, I was able to go into the next test that the Foundation wanted me to go through. And since it was almost the New Year, that meant that something big was going to happen. And I needed to find a very nasty man before the next Pokemon festival would happen, or a lot of people would be turned into mutant Pokemon. AKA, next chapter, I'll be going to great lengths to find the man who helped to create SCP-5254.