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Daniel Morris

Human male, age 22
Race: Caucasian, Native American
Classification: Euclid

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After a string of alleged string of murders, SCP agents found Danny Morris, an eighteen year old human male with anomalous properties. He may be responsible considering the unstable state of his well being and anomalous properties of the alleged victims. Danny had wrapped himself in chains somehow and had all points of skin covered by thick black wool clothing. It remains unclear how he dressed himself.

Notes: Daniel is very cooperative with the agents, but only lets people with gloves touch him, insisting that they'll die if they touch him without them.

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Danny Morris is cooperative aside from the difficulties regarding his condition, insisting that anyone not wearing full body armor cannot enter the room, sobbing and screaming, hiding in the corner whenever anyone without protective gear enters, screaming that he doesn't want to hurt anyone else.
He has stated multiple times that he wants to die but cannot, bullets and regular munitions rounds won't work on him. Still unclear how the eight people were killed with his condition. There is no marks on them, just entire organ failure and brain death in all those killed.

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It appears the only thing capable of harming Daniel Morris is Daniel himself, using his fingernails to dig into his neck. He has punched the concrete walls repeatedly while talking about wanting to die, breaking it apart partially. He doesn't appear to have enhanced strength, rather an unbreakable body.
The details around his condition are still unknown.

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A D Class was brought in today, being put into the same room as Daniel with orders for Daniel to touch him. Daniel refused, sobbing in a corner until the D Class was removed and Agent Curry entered with a half eaten lizard from outside, still alive. Where she found it is unknown and a breach in security. She placed the lizard on the table, requesting that Daniel touch the dying animal. He did as requested and the animal promptly died, encountering complete and utter brain death and ceasing all function of organs.

Notes: Please talk to Agent Curry, she must not keep breaking protocol like this.

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Daniel Morris has become quite used to his condition. By his request, both limbs have been replaced with cybernetic ones utilizing another SCP. With Daniel's consent, we may be able to terminate SCPs such as SCP-682 or SCP-096 if that is ever in order.
The source of his condition is still unknown but the exact ability he has is now very well understood but still has mysteries about it. When his skin comes into contact with living tissue except for specifically the liver and tendons for an unknown reason, the living flesh and anything living touching the flesh dies, a massive chain reaction that results in full body death. If he touches a living thing that is touching another living thing, both creatures will perish. Gangrenous flesh that he touches is, somehow, cured or killed, not killing the flesh that it is attached to, depending on the amount of adrenaline in Daniel's body.

Containment Breach With SCP-049 and SCP-XXXX, Not Document Form

Rich Madie, a new janitor, a large lad of maybe 22 or 23, dragged the edge of his broom along a corner of the hallway, letting out a long sigh, disappointed. "What was the point of working in a government facility if you didn't get to see cool aliens?" He thought to himself. Rich wasn't the bright type, believing in all sorts of conspiracies. However, he was a great janitor, originally working at his old high school until he became D Class due to getting down on hard times, selling lethal drugs to minors, resulting in the death of two students, making seven others near deathly ill.
Rich scratched his brow, something he did when he felt something was off. Being the way he was, he did this a lot, thinking some government spy drone was watching him, "Who's there!?" He called out, whirling around to see a tall, hooded figure with what looked to be pointed silver object sticking out of the opening of the cloak, "uh…"
"You must be cured," Was all the figure said before taking several strides forward, extending his hand to kill Rich. He didn't get anywhere as a metal door slammed into him, cracking the concrete walls on both sides, the bolts of the door being ripped from the wall.
"RUN!" Daniel yelled at Rich, stepping in the way of SCP-049 and Rich. SCP-049 stands, taking only one look at Daniel before recoiling in disgust.
"You too are unclean!"
"Haven't taken a shower in a few days, might explain it," Danny quipped. SCP-049 lunges at Daniel, attempting to 'cure' him. He gets a grip around Daniel's face before being thrown to the floor, Daniel's invulnerability making it easy to throw around regular sized men as if they are dolls, not feeling the physical strain most of us would. Danny is unaffected by both the visions most that might see in SCP-049 might show by touching and by the death that should come with with the touch to the "sick."
SCP-049 stands again, his hands in front of his in a defensive position before the glove on his right hand, the one that had been touching Daniel before, began smoldering, white smoke coming out of the stitching of what looks like fabric, "What???"
"What!?" Daniel barks back at SCP-049, "Leave Rich alone, he makes good casserole." Daniel had no idea if Rich made a good casserole, he just needed an excuse to tell the delusional freak in front of him to leave.
"He will be cured, as will you!" As SCP-049 lunges, reaching out his smoldering hand to grasp the only exposed flesh on Daniel's body, his head. Daniel wacks his head into the monstrosity's finger. A sickening pop echoes throughout the hallway before Daniel's metal fist crashes into SCP-049's head, sparks fly off against the mask as metal scrapes against metal. SCP-049 falls, wheezing and twitching as the smoke that seems to be coming out of his glove, despite that apparently being his flesh, fizzling out before a pop echoes, most of the damage being reversed. The SCP still lays on the floor, twitching. Daniel shakes his head as guards rush into the hallway, their heavy boots pounding against the concrete below. Daniel steps back inside his cell but as many of the guards already know from his kind nature, he is no threat to them. Two of them drag off SCP-049 before the others begin to assess the situation.
Rich lay in the bathroom, tears of terror still clinging to his face, a trickle of drool oozing down his cheek, his overweight heart giving out from the stress and running too fast, too long for his body to handle.
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Do not include: This is my first story/file. It isn't made in the traditional sense due to my writing style kind of clashing with it. The goal was to make a sympathetic character that unintentionally kills, having a similar ability to SCP-049 but with severely different motives and morals. Maybe its bad, feel free to drop feed-back and tell me if there are things I can change, add to it. The whole point of writing is to improve on it.