GreenFox

SCP

Special containment procedures:
Due to SCP-1995’s willingness to assist the SCP foundation: usefulness in containing specimens, training operatives, and difficulty to contain the foundation has decided to let SCP-1995 continue his work.
The foundation has set up a regular payment agreement with SCP-1995 to dissuade it from going after the foundation itself.
The original SCP-1995-1 should be locked in a simple locker located in facility *.
Copies of SCP-1995-1 are held by the council of 05 and staff which are deemed to be in need of these details.
Anybody interacting with SCP 1995 should be reminded that SCP 1995 is extremely lethal and would undoubtfully kill you for a pack of smokes.
Description:
SCP-1995 is a multi-dimension hopper taking the appearance of a male humanoid around 30 years of age, 1,80M tall and of muscular build and an American accent.
SCP-1995 face is adorned with a neatly trimmed beard, both green, and red-eye and as he himself likes to put it: “a stunning Acorn brown hairdo.”
SCP-1995 is noted to make a lot of exaggerated and positive comments regarding his appearance and could be considered fairly vain were it not for his humorous undertone and overall cheerfulness.
SCP-1995 normally appears dressed in a padded leather jacket, a pair of padded jeans and a neat black blouse. A simple necklace which he refers to as his “guardian angel” and a stainless steel watch which appears to display multiple times at once.
It should be noted that the inside of SCP-1995 jacket is lined with several small silver chips, SCP 1995 is able to convert these chips into a great variety of alien weaponry and gadgets. Ranging from a small knife to heavy anti-vehicle level weaponry.
Furthermore, SCP-1995 has, compared to SCP operatives, proven to be extremely fast, agile, intelligent and able to increase cellular regrowth.
Most notable is his extreme mental fortitude which appears to be so extreme it affects those around him bolstering their resistance to mental attacks.
SCP-1995 himself dedicates this to his sober mentality.
Personal around SCP-1995 have commented on feeling a sudden dedication and growing determination regarding their current objective.

SCP-1995 admitted that there are still plenty of things in the universes which scare even him and that there are beings which should just be left alone.
It should also be noted that SCP-1995 has no natural resistance against common firearms, radiation, fire, poison or other means of force which would harm any other human.

Lastly SCP-1995 can, through some effort, hop trough dimensions or open portals for others to accompany him.
This process seems to drain a lot of his energy growing exponentially depending on the amount of mass that is transported with him.

SCP-1995 seems to view himself as the greatest, most intelligent, most handsome and most successful bounty hunter ever to walk the multiverse.
Admittedly, also the only one he knows of.
For more information about SCP-1995 :
See operation #03234 “Ratcatcher” for acquisition details regarding STC-1995
See interview log 1995-1 to 1995-3 for a more in-depth look at SCP-1995 personality and goals.
Note for researchers: although SCP-1995 is always willing to chat and acquire new contracts providing SCP-1995 with a glass of whiskey some beef jerky or a pack of smokes greatly improves his mood and cooperation.
These goods also deemed to be offered as payment for any services STC-1995 provides towards the foundation and a moderate amount of these goods should be stocked at facility *** where STC-1995 is most likely to appear.

Audio file Operation #03234

Description:
A small containment force was sent out to destroy a small anomaly birthed by SCP- which was terrorizing local villages.
Operatives set a trap at * designed to safely neutralize the anomaly following is the audio recording from Sgt. Fisher.

*In the distance is the sound of a helicopter leaving the scene, a large number of footsteps roaming the area and the sound of gear being unpacked*
Alright, ladies listen up!
We got our self four lights and one monster, Jacobs, Redrick, set up the lights around the gas station. Atlas get us some damn fuel, Mirna gets your ass on top of that damn tower.

Let’s move people!

*a group of soldiers is heard storming off in the distance and Sgt. Fisher is heard rumbling through his pockets. A small click of a lighter is noticeable and the inhaling of what is presumably a cigaret.*

Permission denied soldier, you wanna shag up with your teammates you do it in your damn free time, I ain't got time for this nonsense.

*a long silence is noted*

Get that damn fuel Atlas.

*the soldier is heard running off*

Twelve o’clock man! The monster should show up at 00:00 precisely, the bastard is known to be damn punctual.

Fog should stay around this level, you guys got those light working?

Good, Atlas get me a radio.
*Sgt. Fisher is heard cursing softly while banging his radio against a table.*
Mirna, do you copy?

Mirna we’re all set up in the gas station get down here.

Yeah yeah, copy, over and out.

*A loud laughter is heard in the distance resembling that of a group of children, followed by crying, shouting, shrieking and then again laughing*

Relax man, keep your eyes on the barrel, it will all be over shortly.
*Another click of a lighter followed by Sgt. Fisher slapping one of his soldiers and stamping on a cigarette.*
Damn idiot, are you sure you’re familiar with the concept of a damn ambush?!

*loud giggling is heard from outside the store.*

Hold on, wait till it’s drinking.
*In the distance is the sound of long nails scraping a barrel before tipping it over, followed by joyful chittering and loud slurping*
On my mark counting from 3.
3..2…1… LIGHTS!
*A small click is heard followed by four large clicks turning on the lamps. Painful howling is heard from outside followed by a loud crying and laughing sound behind Sgt. Fisher.*
Behind us!
*The following minutes are a combination of flesh being ripped apart, shouting, laughing, crying, and gunfire. *
TO THE STORAGE NOW NOW NOW!
*Screaming and chaotic running is heard, followed by the slamming of doors*

Atlas is death mate, barricade that door and close all gaps. FUCK!
*Sgt. Fisher is heard walking to the back of the storeroom and unlatching his recorder *
Right, so, Sgt. Jhon. S. Fisher from the local containment unit.
We set up our trap correctly, however, there are three of the damn bastards, two of them snuck up on us and took out one of my guys, I got one gravely wounded and one lightly wounded.
In case we don’t make it, one of the anomalies seems to have something moving inside its guts, and again there are three of them, not one, not two, THREE!.
Carol, if I do get out of here I will to SCP .
*agonizing screams from the soldier are heard from outside the storage room mixed with curious giggling and cruel laughter.*

He’s dead, ignore it. We need to make this room airtight and wait out the night.

*Sgt. Fisher is heard storming towards the corner and shoving multiple objects against the wall.*

Sir, the cloud, it's growing?

We need to get out of here. Think man!
*one of the soldiers is heard praying, and Sgt. Fisher is circling the room, outside the screams are replaced by laughter. A loud popping sound is heard as if a vacuum sucking in the space around it followed by a loud playing of the song “Holding out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler.*
What. The. Actual. fuck.
*A variety of explosions, discharging of weapons and screaming follows lasting only a couple of minutes before the song ends and the area is complete silence. *
*a small knock on the door*
Who are you?

Do you think this is a fucking joke? We are armed and will shoot you!

Who. Are. You.

What happened to the anomalies?

*Fisher orders his man to take position around the door followed by the sound of various objects being moved and the unlocking of the storage door.*

*SCP-1995 is heard walking over towards the operatives and proceeds to comfort here while attending to her wounds.*
What are you doing here? Are you from the SCP?

Are you, are you an alien?

Tell you what, you give me a cigarette and I give you my card, let's hang out sometimes!
Great, that’s settled then, see you guys around!
*A loud popping sounds can be heard followed by a suction sound and then silence.*
NOTE:
All operatives survived the encounter and the anomaly activity in the area have seized.
Although Sgt. Jhon S. Fisher never agreed to the exchange he later found his pack of cigarettes missing and replaced by a business card (now classified as SCP-1995-1).
SCP-1995-1 is a silver business card.
The card addresses the man as Green fox, professional multi-dimensional bounty hunter.
Includes a picture of the man which tries his best to non-verbally compliment the holder, his personal slogan “Sgt. Fisher=BFF” and depicting contact information using the following methods: smoke signals, telephone number, telepathy, fax, a summoning ritual, and e-mail.
Furthermore the card will start playing “you’re the best around” by Joe Esposito when putting away.
On the back of the card is a short summary of his interests(Long walks, traveling and listening), his character(positive, caring and interested in you) and what he looks for in a perfect woman(a strong, independent woman who cares for others).
These should obviously not be taken seriously, when the card is put away back facing backward it instead plays “Sex bomb” by Tom Jones.
Operatives report feelings of hope and happiness upon STC-1995 arrival on the scene, this can, however, be attributed to the dire situation they found themselves in.
Disciplinary actions have been taken against the recon and intelligence services of facility , the operator is known as “Atlas” has received class A-amnestic.

Interview log 1995-1

Description: Going off the information provided by STC-1995-1 we tried to contact the Green Fox.
Starting with the smoke signals, these seemed to have little effect.
Dialing the given number did transfer the caller to an options menu, providing a single option(press 1 for hiring) and suggesting that if one contacts SCP-1995 to complain the caller should reflect on his choices in life.
After calling SCP-1995 arrived almost instantly opening a portal in the very same room and stepping through it.
After looking at the fire pit he busted out in loud laughter, before complimenting the staff on their “dedication and effort”.
Scp-1995 was given a pack of smokes which he very much appreciated and let to an interrogation chamber.
Starting interview:
Dr. S: State your name for the record, please.
GrF: The Green Fox! terror of the wicked, hunter of all things evil, carrier of the holy flame, guardian of the multiverse, outlaw by trade, lover by choice, savoir of Uldana, and declared most handsome bounty hunter 20199!
Dr. S: would it be okay to call you Fox?
Fox: you can call me whatever you’d like darling!
*Scp-1995 is noted to take a more comfortable position, lights a cigarette and winks at the doctor.*
Dr. S: Very well, let’s get started shall we, where do you come from?
Fox: Well my home, of course, you caught me on a good time, nothing on hand and nothing on the television.
Dr. S: Where is your home, precisely?
Fox: Well that would be, ehm, difficult to explain. But I’m sure your place will do just as fine.
*Dr. S seemed visibly flustered followed by a light chuckle from SCP-1995*
Fox: what is that man-eating?
*Fox proceeds to point at the one-sided glass towards a researcher standing behind it.*
Dr. S: how could you possibly see him?
Fox: I don’t, I can smell him though. What is that?
*The researcher is summoned into the room and hands Fox a piece of his beef jerky*
Fox:…. *starts chewing and shows a wide variety of facial expressions*
Dr. S: do you like it?
Fox: I, I, I love it.
Dr. S: would you like more?
Fox: Would I like more?! Woman get out of here, obviously, I’d like more! Get me more of this beefy jerky!
Dr. S: if you answer all my questions we will supply you with plenty of beef jerky, deal?
Fox: Ah, it’s a contract! I love myself a good and easy contract, you got yourself a deal doc. My answers for your jerky! *a wide grin appears on SCP-1995 face*
Dr. S: Very good. Where do I sign?
Fox: It’s a verbal contract, let’s seal it with a kiss eh?
Dr. S: As you wish, you won’t mind Richard here signing for me?
Fox:.. a handshake will do. You’re a cold one doctor, I’m loving it!
Dr. S: well you seemed to be generally excited, tell me, do you like your work?
Fox: What’s not to like, hunting, tracking, tagging, and bagging. It got a nice variety of scenery and the pay is good.
Dr. S: so how did you get into multiverse bounty hunting? It’s quite a unique profession.
Fox: Ah well a man in my position just gotta roll with the waves from time to time, you know what they say “when life gives you lemons, become a multiverse bounty hunter!”
Dr. S: So somebody forced you into this?
*SCP-1995 seemed a bit flustered and a small glimpse of irritation crosses his face.*
Fox: that’s not what I said, it was more like a figure of speech.
Dr. S: you promised me answers, who gave you this job?
Fox: I’m telling you doc, I misspoke, I chose this life.
Dr. S: don’t lie to us SCP-1995, who gave you this job?
*SCP-1995 seemed visibly annoyed and stir around in his chair for a while before lighting a cigarette*
Fox: You’re not going to let this go are you? You know some things cannot be understood not by you, not by your foundation, it’s just live, call it faith, eh.
.Dr. S: who are they?
Fox: don’t.
*Dr. S is seen closing the distance to SCP-1995 maintaining stern eye contact while repeating herself. SCP-1995 acts visibly uncomfortable trying to look down and finally, stuttering out an answer*
Fox: they.. they call themselves…the Spanish inquisition!
*at this point SCP-1995 bursts out in jolt of laughter and Dr. S seemed visibly angry*
Dr. S: Guards! Apprehend this SCP!
*Multiple guards storm into the room, guns drawn, a light flash of light follows and then a popping noise followed by a vacuum-like sound. SCP-1995 has disappeared*
Note: SCP-1995 seemed to regard the intervention by armed forces to be a breach of contract, junior researcher Richard has been found dead in his home later that same evening, a single bullet between his eyes ended the man’s life.
Doctor Sasha has been reprimanded for her loss of control.

Interview log 1995-2

Description: Since my colleague's last failure at communicating with SCP-1995 a new approach has been decided upon. Since SCP-1995 seemed to be able at logical reasoning and holds contracts in high regards we might be able to let him sign a contract that will benefit the foundation.
Having an experienced multiverse hunter in our arsenal could prove very useful indeed.
Using the e-mail provided with SCP-1995 business card we apologized for our last meeting and set up a new meeting with the promise of payment for his previous work and new work opportunities.
SCP-1995 arrived a week later on-site, this time he was armed and seemed almost frustrated.
Starting interview:
Dr. J: Thank you for coming Fox, here is your payment from last time.
*Dr. J hands SCP-1995 a small briefcase. Upon receiving the item SCP-1995 looks inside the case, closes it and turns it into a chip.*
Fox: Very good, thank you, Doctor, let's proceed, shall we.
*Both men enter the interview room, Dr. J offers SCP-1995 some coffee, SC-1995 accepts and thanks the doctor.*
Dr. J: I will get right to it Fox, the foundation would like to hire you. Permanently. We are willing to pay you a more than generous signing bonus and a monthly payment consisting of ** Euro and a bonus on completion of bounties.
Fox: I don’t do full-time contracts, you offer me a job and I might take it, full-time work is not my style.
Dr. J: I see, that is a shame indeed, say SCP-1995 tell me how can we offer you jobs, trust you when you can kill any off us whenever you’d like.
Fox: Tell me, doctor, how is this my problem? You called me remember.
Dr. J: do you take on multiple contracts at once?
Fox: I do, on occasion.
Dr. J: and those contracts could range from a wide variation of jobs. From answering questions to killing, right?
*SCP-1995 simply nods and lights a cigarette*
Dr. J: Perfect, so in that case, I got the perfect job for you. You simply are to ignore any outside contracts offer against SCP personnel or assets. We will compensate you handsomely for every contract ignored.
*Scp-1995 chuckles and a small grin appears on his face.*
Fox: you got yourself a deal doctor, let’s hope you don’t break it this time. For your sake.
*Scp-1995 proceeds to stand up, shake hands with the Doctor and disappears in blue light, in the distance a popping noise is heard followed by a vacuum suction sound*

Interview log 1995-3

Start Interview:
Jhon: You damn bastard.
Fox: you’re welcome!
Jhon: can’t believe you did that, who carries a rocket launcher in their pocket?
Fox: people who actually prepare that’s who. I mean why did I even bother preparing the troops, they’re clearly doomed from the start.
Jhon: your idea of training them was playing "Let’s get ready to rumble” while teaching them “your sick moves”. How could that possibly help us?
Fox: it was a mere how much preparation do you guys need here? You just aim a rocket at it and “poof”! clearly, there was a distinct lack of morale that needed urgent attention.
Jhon: you are aware of what the SCP stands for right? We do not blow up anomalies without seeing if we can contain them.
Fox: well, the contract stated that I was to help you “constrain” an anomaly. And I bet ya that sucker ain't going nowhere no more.
*Both men chuckle softly before standing up, Jhon hands SCP-1995 a small briefcase and shake his hand. SCP-1995 proceeds to clap Jhon on the shoulder before heading off.*