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My name is not Henry Strangers.
To be honest, nobody has talked to me for a long time.
I forgot my name, my family, and my past.
I became more Henry than whoever I am before I joined the Foundation.
All I know is that I work for the Foundation.
I am nothing but an office worker who is now promoted to field agent.
I am a puppet in God's stupid game, and he is the clown.
I'm just a stranger, who claimed he is Lucifer.
I am The Fool.
I will always be Number ZERØ.
This tale only contains the Prologue and Epilogue. JOURNAL OF THE FOOL is a long tale about an ordinary background character (What he thinks of himself at least) with an anomalous ability to retry after death. The boy uses his abilities to suffer while trying to create a timeline with a good ending to his story and only desired for everyone to be happy. The boy would risk his own life for others and never worried about himself. The boy has no physical or emotional feeling of pain. As long as he's the only one in pain, nobody would suffer.
This is the story about a Foundation Idiot.
PROLOGUE
02/18/18, the day I discovered my powers.
I thought it was all a bad dream. Just like every day, I brush my teeth and ate breakfast. After breakfast, I kill time by playing video games. This is where something unexpected happened…
Same vehicles passed by the bus stop. First, there was a white truck coming from the right, then there were two cars, red and dark green. The bus is going to arrive at 6:58 so to kill time, I play games on my phone. As the bus arrived I heard repeated conversations from students. It was the same phrase as I remembered, but I didn't even bother listening as I played music on my phone.
Am I stuck in a loop somehow? While walking to my first class, I remember Jack is about to put my hood over my head as a prank. 3… 2… 1… As expected, Jack was right behind me and I prevented that prank from happening. The repeat starts to bore me as I pretty much knew what's coming. I almost forgot something important. The shooting happened at 11:23 AM, starting with a fire alarm.
Everybody in my science class was scared, I regret not telling anybody. Actually, that’s stupid since no one will believe me. It's happening again, he's banging on the glass. Like last time, the shooter finally broke in again. I need to defend everybody even if I die again. He pointed his gun at my face, but something changed. By the time he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly broke down like he just had ice cream and experienced a brain freeze. I keep standing in front of him, and whatever causes him to have this "seizure," I gave everybody time to escape.
Before I leave, I felt a scratch across my right cheek. I turned and find him standing while holding the gun. He then had a seizure again. I picked up a chair, smacked him with it and make sure he stays unconscious and escaped with my class. I was right, he was using a sledgehammer. Actually, I should've known. I forgot to wear glasses and couldn't tell. The room was so dark, I thought he was wearing gloves to stupidly punch glass.
02/19/18, Online classes today.
The school won't be finished repairing until next week. As I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, my mom told me she got an email from the school. They expelled me. It's bullshit, I fought the shooter and they expelled me for heroism? My parents didn't know I was involved in a school shooting. They thought I got expelled for fighting another student in blind rage again. They were mad, telling me stuff like "If someone is giving me a hard time, ask an adult." I admit I'm always a problem child. Are you seriously asking me to tell an adult and be aware that the shooter is hurting other students? Do you think they could take a gun away from a child? They gave me 10 minutes to pack my stuff and get the hell out of the apartment.
I became a homeless man on the streets.
I'm thinking of starving myself to death, wait no, that means I'll have to die over and over because I decided to idiotically die of hunger. I decided to walk down the streets, maybe I'll start my new life living in the woods. I felt a tap on my shoulder, four times. I turned around and see two men dressed in blue. The two men identified themselves as the Global Occult Coalition and they took me in for an "interview." One bullet through my head, I felt it touching my brain. They said I am an "anomaly," an SCP? What's an SCP?
I woke up on my bed again. I checked my phone, it's 02/19/18 still, the day after the shooting and the day I was disowned. If I stay in the house, my mom will yell at me again, and possibly called the police. If I leave, the men in blue will still hunt me down and kill me again. Before I left, I searched up "SCP" on google. There are no results whatsoever. What the hell is this SCP? I have 20 minutes to study the term anomaly. I thought Google images might help me but all I got were pictures of some dude wearing a balaclava. I already packed up everything. Extra clothes, my iPhone, a kitchen knife to protect me. I left the house before my mom checked the email.
Writing a goodbye letter wastes time, they wouldn't believe me if I tell them what really happened.
The men in blue found me again. I cannot outrun them. I tried using the kitchen knife but they knocked it off of my hand. I watched as the knife falls off the bridge and into the water, as they handcuffed me. I was thinking of getting myself killed again, everything's the same as last time. They asked me about the school shooting. Mentioning the seizures. I told them I was expelled. I cannot escape the conversation, even though I never mentioned my ability, they're still trying to kill me. The situation changed again, the man who shot me also had a seizure. They said I can't be killed so they locked me up instead.
3 days later, maybe 4? I can't tell anymore. It's cold and dark, I'm only wearing a white T-shirt and pants and they never brought me food. My stomach is rumbling and I have never experience emptiness. I can't tell how many days have gone by, I don't even know if I died of hunger. I want to sleep, I was awakened to hear gunshots outside my solitary. I looked outside the small frame window, I see a man glimpsing through the window and the door finally opens. I was rescued by some guys called the SCP Foundation.
I was introduced to a scientist…
Dr. Kelvin: Good afternoon.
The doctor sits on a chair on the other side of the table. He was holding a clipboard. Possibly questions. they're gonna kill me, aren't they?
Dr. Kelvin: Let's begin with an introduction, my name is Dr. ███████ Kelvin. I am a researcher of the SCP Foundation. My job is to research anomalies that are kept here to ensure human safety. Can you tell me your name?
Fool: My name is █████ ███. What's the date?
Dr. Kelvin: It's March 2nd, today is Friday. you've been contained by the GOC for almost 2 weeks.
Fool: What am I doing here? You're not gonna kill me or anything right?
Dr. Kelvin: No, you're safe here.
Fool: What do you mean safe? What is this place?
Dr. Kelvin: This is supposed to be classified information. We live in a world where anomalies exist. The Foundation's job is to contain these anomalies and study them to understand behaviors, the effects on humans, and whether it's safe or dangerous.
Fool: What are anomalies?
Dr. Kelvin: Monsters, immortals, reality benders, humans with superpowers. These are examples of anomalies.
Fool: This GOC group, what is it, and what are their goals?
Dr. Kelvin: They're one of the many organization that opposes the SCP Foundation. They only have one task… destroy anomalies.
Dr. Kelvin was not planning on erasing my memories but was helping me apply for a job in the SCP Foundation, even though I never asked why I wanna work here but I decided to join anyways. After the resume, I started my life as a level one office worker. It fucking pisses me off. I always wanted to be a hero. I discovered my ability, fought with the school shooter, and the GOC killed me because I'm a monster? Am I really treated like the bad guy? Am I really the antagonist? The villain of humanity? It probably made sense, nobody has been nice to me in years, maybe I am the devil.
Fool: If you don't mind can I…
Dr. Kelvin: What is it that you need?
Fool: Can I change my name?
Dr. Kelvin: For what purpose?
The Fool: The Global Occult Coalition is probably looking for me if I were out in the public. I need a new name to hide in the shadows with you guys.
Dr. Kelvin: I'll change your resume, who do you want to be called?
Fool: Strangers… Henry Strangers…
Are my parents alive? Who knows, they disowned me and they expect me to survive on my own. I decided to write this journal. I don't know why, since nobody cares about my history. I'm not supposed to feel hopeful that one day, someone will find this worthless book and read the whole thing. Fuck it, I'm writing this book anyway.
EPILOGUE
Everything is dark… It's not cold or warm, I actually feel nothing. I opened my eyes and realized I'm neither in heaven nor hell. I'm still in the Prison of Fate, I looked down at my hands and realized I'm not wearing any chains, nor was there any attached to my legs. Why am I here again?
???: Good, you're awake.
I heard a familiar voice. I looked up to see the Servant on the other side of the bars again. Well good, I have several questions I wanted to ask.
Fool: I thought I'm supposed to be in hell.
Servant: When humans die, they go to heaven first. That's the rule of the afterlife.
Fool: My memories haven't recovered after that fight. Can you tell me what happened?
Servant: You broke the six chains that bound your body from the Prison of Fate. Both the wrist and ankles and then your neck and waist. And finally, you took the seventh chain from the Clockheart and lost the ability to restart time. Your cause of death was that you sacrificed your lifespan for more power, and luckily you were able to protect the world before five minutes of your death.
Fool: What about SCP-001?
Servant: You prevented it from happening. Congratulations, hero.
Fool: That still won't be enough. You once told me SCP-001 will happen again in the next 100 years. What's gonna happen to the next Fool since I terminated the Clockheart.
Servant: The Clockheart has not been terminated.
Fool: It's not?
Servant: You only lost your power after you sacrificed it. The next Fool will still have the power to restart time after death. You didn't destroy the Clockheart, so you don't have to worry.
Fool: What am I doing here again? Why am I here instead of appearing at the gates of heaven?
Servant: Remember the tarot card fortune telling we did last year?
Fool: Fate 13?
Servant: When The Fool dies, they have two choices: The second chance of reincarnation, or go to the afterlife without suffering. However, there is a rare chance you'll be reincarnated as an SCP. So, what do you choose?
Fool: Reincarnation.
We both stared at each other.
Servant: Do you think you're taking this too far? Only putting your life in line just so everybody could live peacefully. You said you wanted to make everyone happy. Everybody will be sad because you died.
Fool: Even if I'm gone, I will still be remembered. By everybody inside and outside the Foundation. I don't just put my life on the line so everyone is happy. I am The Fool who always prepared for the worst. I can die over and over and the only way to end the fight is if I win.
Servant: If you say so, don't come back and cry to me.
Fool: I won't. I'm done raining water from my eyes already. I sacrificed both my physical and emotional feelings just to use the tarot cards. Besides, I still think humanity is shit. Well, part of humanity is shit.
Servant: Then why are you crying right now?
All of the sudden, my vision becomes blurry. I feel something flowing down my face. My heart suddenly feels down. Droplets of water started raining on my hands.
Fool: Because… she is right… Everybody does love me… They cared about me…
Servant:If you were to become a monster, your heart is still human. Not everybody in the entire world hates you. People at the Foundation were polite because you're the "devil" who protected them. There's a good inside of everybody, you haven't gone completely bad which is why you're still a kind person.
I began wiping the "tears" off my face. I took a deep breath. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It only took me 5 minutes to stop crying. I still haven't changed.
Servant: One more question before I start your reincarnation. Do you think of yourself as a hero?
The answer is obvious.
Fool: I may be the bad guy, but I died as a good man. I do as many bad things as I want. But at the same time, I fight to protect. I guess you could say I'm a little boy who still has a pathetic dream of becoming a hero.
Servant: You truly are The Fool…
Fool: …Yes… And I will always be Number ZERØ…
