Per 
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#### is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell and is to be monitored through a video feed 24/7.
Whoever is on duty to watch the entity doesn’t need to keep a strict eye on it. SCP-#### sits crossed legged in the center of its cell day in and day out unless asked to do otherwise. The entity has made no attempts to escape containment. This includes containment breaches that offered it an opportunity to do so.
Description: SCP-#### is a caucasian, humanoid, male entity, appearing to be about thirty-five years in age, standing at about 1.8 meters tall and weighing 68kg. The entity wears an oversized, white t-shirt under an unzipped black jacket and light brown khakis. SCP-#### lacks any facial features besides ears, the area where the face usually is being composed entirely of a material similar to skin. Despite this, x-ray scans have shown that the entity still has a mouth, throat, and other internal organs. They are all nonfunctional besides the brain.
SCP-####’s flesh is composed of mostly unknown elements with some traces of the common organic elements hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen. The entity’s skin is indestructible and cannot be damaged or impaled in any way with current Foundation technology.
Its appearance and structure are not its main anomalous properties. SCP-#### has the ability to manipulate all properties of matter and elements by moving its hands. Its abilities with such include:
- Removing/Adding Electrons to an element (Requires physical contact)
- Removing/Adding Protons to an element (Requires Physical Contact)
- Removing/Adding Neutrons from an element (Requires Physical Contact)
- Being able to make matter switch instantly between its liquid, solid, and gaseous states (Can Be Done From A Distance)
- Being able to force matter around and shape it simultaneously with little effort (Can Be Done From A Distance Except for Organic Matter Which Requires Physical Contact)
The entity also claims to be able to create wormholes to other realities by forcing atoms to collide at speeds faster than light over the course of several days as well as black holes through condensing matter (See Addendum 3A). There is currently no way to prove this claim as it prohibited to allow SCP-#### anywhere near its now severed hands out of the risk of a containment breach.
The entity had also shown itself to be extremely intelligent on every subject it has been tested on. Including but not limited to:
- Number Theory
- Theoretical Physics
- Literary Analysis
- Biology
- Engineering
- Software Development
- The SCP Foundation, its members, and its anomalies
Tests were conducted after the first interview with SCP-#### where it revealed a deep knowledge of several SCPs. Some of this information was highly confidential and shouldn’t have been realistically known by the entity (See Addendum 3).
The hands of SCP-#### were cut off and sent over for testing at Research Deck 07 at Site 19. While this would have been done regardless, the entity itself requested the armed personnel that took it into custody upon it turning itself in.
SCP-#### had a history of being one of being difficult for the Foundation to contain. The first sighting of the entity came on November 5th, 1943. Beginning from October 29th, 1943, eight citizens of Debois, Wyoming had been reported missing with no evidence being found that could point towards what happened to them. These people can be seen listed here
- Michael Burns
- James Hatfield
- Nancy Janeston
- Gary Manning
- Charles Morrison
- Eduard Paulton
- Carol Simmons
- Thomas Wells
These reports quickly reached the SCP Foundation via radio and dispatched an unnamed collection of twenty field agents to investigate. They arrived on October 30th and proceeded to explore the entire small town for any anomalous signs.
The first sign came through the discovery of large crystals scattered across the town the same day they arrived. These crystals were collected and brought back to Site 19 for testing. Upon placing the crystals under a microscope, it was discovered that the material in question was pure berkelium, an element that would not be officially discovered until 1949 and has never been seen in a crystallized state.
This had been enough evidence for the Foundation to send out Mobile Task Force Delta-08, a small MTF of only ten soldiers that had been sent out to deal with anomalies that are believed to be of low threat. They arrived in Dubois on November 4th and found a straightforward path made up of spaced out clumps of berkelium crystals. The three surviving members of the team reported the team collectively agreeing to be on their guard as they felt like the path was too simple to be coincidental.
They followed the path to an abandoned warehouse located on the outskirts of the town. Upon entering the warehouse with their guns ready, the team discovered a collection of humans standing in the center of the building. A member of the Task Force flipped a light switch and he, along with the rest of Delta-08, was reportedly surprised to see the light still working. With the light on, they were able to confirm their assumptions that the people standing in the center of the warehouse were the missing people.
Every single one of the civilians appeared to have had their facial features removed and replaced with a smooth layer of skin. The citizens slumped towards the team in what was believed to be an attack, however, due to their greatly diminished speed, physical strength, and intelligence, they were of little threat to the team. These creatures, from here on out, will be known as SCP-####-A, were peacefully handcuffed and taken back to the squad van by two members of Delta-08 to be brought back to Site 19 for containment and testing. The remaining seven members of the Task Force stayed behind to collect the berkelium crystals, which used to be referred to as SCP-####-B up until research discovered there was nothing anomalous about the material.
Quickly after all instances of SCP-####-A had been removed from the area, a shaking was reported within the warehouse. Moments later a hole in the ground opened up and shot out a figure that became known as SCP-####. The entity swiped his hand and perfectly sealed the hold shut as Delta-08 readied their guns. They fired at the being on sight but their bullets bounced right off the entity. What few bullets didn’t bounce off of SCP-#### were manipulated by the entity from midair and shot back at the members of the Task Force, killing three of its members. Two more members of Delta-08 were fatally impaled by sharp spikes of stone created from the ground by SCP-####. One member of the Task Force, Mark Klein, saw the whole ordeal as a lost battle and ran. Before he left he was able to catch the entity having itself consumed and dragged into the ground before popping up behind the two remaining members of Delta-08. The entity punched the pair in their backs and seemingly caused them to disappear from thin air (though future testing of the area detected an abnormally high level of pure hydrogen in the air. It is assumed that this is what the two previously mentioned members of Delta-08 were turned into).
Mark Klein ran to catch up with the two members of his team that had left to take the cases of SCP-####-A back to Site 19. Once he reached them, Mr. Klein forced the two to hurry up and get driving back to the facility.
All this information came from interviews with the three survivors of the mission, including Mark Klein whose experience with SCP-#### was crucial to future attempts at capturing the anomaly. However, his decision to run away was labeled as cowardly by the Site Director who promptly fired Mr. Klein from the foundation and had him fed a Class C amnestic.
A cover story for the disappearances of the civilians who became the cases of SCP-####-A as being unexplained disappearances was spread to maintain normalcy. The people of Dubois were also told that the crystals found around their town had been human placed clumps of silver (element) crystals due to their similar color to berkelium.
All cases of SCP-####-A are held in groups of five within a small containment cell. They require no special attention or containment procedures as they pose little threat to any staff even during containment breaches.
SCP-####, up until its containment, had been an elusive SCP that the Foundation struggled to contain for decades. While it always appeared somewhere within the United States or southern Canada, when it appeared seemed to be random. While the Foundation thought this would be to their benefit by allowing them plenty of time to prepare for the entity, they would begin to realize over the following decades that SCP-#### always seemed to know exactly what the foundation was going to do and how to counteract it.
- A: The Berkelium Project Part One: August 23rd, 1967
The next sighting of SCP-#### occurred when a single person went missing in Montreal, Canada on August 22nd along with the sudden appearance of berkelium crystals. An undercover field agent for the Foundation, Susan Pattincoth, reported the sighting and incident to the nearby Site 23.
The Site Director, Alexander Pattincoth, had three junior researchers, Mr. and Mrs. Lavinski and Jacob Straut, sent there along with ten armed guards and a single D-Class personnel per their request. The guards had been chosen due to the fact they had only recently been recruited and were, as such, seen as expendable. The D-Class, Sir Leonard Jackson, was a retired war veteran who had been put on death row for the murder of his wife. The former fact is why he was chosen for this mission as the researchers wanted to see just how impervious to damage SCP-#### was. Leonard, who will here on out be referred to as D-Class 3226, was armed with an experimental plasma gun that could produce a beam that could reach temperatures of 430°K. This weapon, nicknamed the Pocket Sun, was given to D-Class 3226 after a remote controlled collar was attached around his neck as well as a body camera inserted into his left pocket. The former was done as a safety measure in the likely chance D-Class 3226 tried to use the weapon to escape. A would need to be done was for one of the guards to push a button to detonate the collar before any real damage could be caused.
3226 was ordered to follow the path of Berkelium crystals until he found SCP-####. He only had to walk for twelve minutes and fifty-eight seconds before the path of crystals ended and he was left alone in a small clearing. The missing civilian was seen by the researchers over the D-Class’s bodycam but was ordered to ignore them. Turning away from the instance of SCP-####-A, 3226 promptly fell to the ground as SCP-#### appeared on the screen.
The D-Class willingly followed orders and shot the Pocket Sun at the entity but it had no effect. 3226 was heard screaming and trying to get back onto his feet to run but was grabbed by SCP-####. After doing this, the entity whispered the following into the D-Class’s ear “. Don’t let them control you, my old friend. There’s no winning in a pointless war.” A tearing sound was heard as the bodycam showed 3226’s body falling to the ground. Some shuffling was heard for a few minutes before SCP-#### stepped into the view of the camera once again and tore the bodycam from 3226’s shirt. Turning the device around, the entity revealed to the researchers that the D-Class had been deformed to a large degree. While he could still walk, his face had been replaced with skin and it appeared as if 3226’s head had been shoved inside of his own body up to below his eyes. D-Class 3226, later classified as SCP-####-B, could still move its arms around. But both of the appendages had been transformed into two compounds made up of unknown elements. Along with both being enlarged to an inhuman degree, SCP-####-B’s left arm had become a red, translucent crystal while its right arm had become a dark blue, tar like substance.
As SCP-####-B stood up, SCP-#### walked up to its creation and spoke the following “. Give them what they earned.” The former D-Class began to violently shake before charging back in the direction of the research team at speeds far above the human average. The entity turned the camera back around to face itself “. I hope you like your new toy.” It let out a laugh that came across to the researchers as cold before dropping the bodycam down to the ground and smashing it with its foot.
The three researchers were ordered to leave the area and head back to Site 23 while the guards remained on location to try and contain the creature. The footage from all ten guards showed SCP-####-B blocking all gunfire with its enlarged left hand and slicing through the bodies of the armed personnel with little effort with its right. Black smoke was seen from the area of the wounds. Seven out of the ten guards were killed during this event until one of them managed to get behind the former D-Class and shoot it in the back of the head.
This has been the only currently known occurrence of SCP-####-B. However, the entire mission was still considered a failure by Site 23 director, Alexander Pattincoth, as little new was discovered about the entity other than that it can manipulate living matter. A fact that had already been assumed by the Foundation due to SCP-#### turning the two Task Force members back in 1943 into gusts of hydrogen.
- B: The Berkelium Project Part Two: March 15th, 1989
Three people went missing in Williston, North Dakota on March 13th. Field agent, Philip Conway, reported to Site 83 the appearance of berkelium crystals around the city during this time. She had followed the trail and found it ended at the entrance of an abandoned train station, information she relayed to her superiors live.
The Foundation was unable to immediately commit to action over this appearance of SCP-#### as they had to roll a massive Scranton Reality Anchor over to the city. This version of the Scranton Reality Anchor, nicknamed the Big Bang, was an experimental version of the device that was meant to hold a powerful field of reality around a sphere shaped area of around 0.8km from the center.
The device was covered in a large tarp with the cover story of it being a parade float made for an event in a different town. The device, and all its extra stabilizers and power sources, were rolled over to a spot located only about 0.1km away from what was expected to be SCP-####’s current location. The Big Bang’s extra parts were all put into place over the course of three hours before being switched on.
Task Force Berka-Omega, a team of new, expendable recruits trained specifically to deal with SCP-#### and its creations, was sent to deal with the entity with caution. The team consisted of thirty highly trained guards led by Commander Wilbur O’Reilly, a fifty year old war veteran with a thirty year long history of successful missions with the Foundation and the only exception to the expendable rule for the team.
He led the team into the building with their guns ready. There had been no sign of the three missing civilians but the team did spot SCP-#### standing in the middle of the train station with his hands held behind his back. He began walking towards Berka-Omega which was met with Commander O'Reilly ordering his soldiers to fire at the anomaly.
Gasps were heard over their video feed as their body cams showed that their bullets still bounced off of SCP-####. This, along with the pillars of stone that rose up as the entity swayed its hands, revealed to the on location researchers still stationed near the Big Bang that the anchor hadn’t worked against the entity.
Guards not a part of Berka-Omega were dispatched to look over the situation, but when they got there no one was left except a single case of SCP-####-A who had once been a member of Berka-Omega. Its arms and legs had fused together into one ball of skin with a note taped to it that read the following “. Have fun catching them.”
- C: The Berkelium Project Part Three: December 8th, 2003
On December 5th, reports of instances of SCP-####-A that resembled the missing members of Berka-Omega appeared in Emporia, Kansas attacking its residence. Several also resembled twenty citizens that had gone missing in the midwestern region of the United States between this event and Part Two of the Berkelium Project. Due to their low threat, twenty-three of the SCP-####-A cases had already been apprehended by local authorities before Berka-Omega-02 arrived on the scene.
Burka-Omega-02 is another Mobile Task Force of twenty newly recruited soldiers led by Alexi Stravinsky, a fifty-eight year old war commander with twenty years of experience with the Foundation. He gave the local police chief a fabricated FBI document discussing how the instances of SCP-####-A were the victims of chemical mutation from a secret project being worked on by the U.s Government. The police chief responded with skepticism but found no faults with the given paperwork and thus released the cases of SCP-####-A over to the Foundation. Both the chief and every member of the police force at that time were given a Class A amnestics to remove memories of the paperwork and the SCP-#### cases. Alexi’s soldiers gathered up the remaining instances over the next three days.
After all instances of SCP-####-A were rounded up and shipped off to Site 25, eight Foundation owned planes flew over Emporia to drop chemtrails laced with Class C amnesics to remove the memories of the entity’s creations from the town’s memories. Along with this, all news reports and sources citing the event were removed from broadcast and the internet.
Several members of Berka-Omega-02 reported the sighting and collection of berkelium crystals around Emporia as well as the faraway silhouette of SCP-#### during this event.
A call was received by Site 25 Site Director Patrick Burkon a week after the event from the phone number of Commander Wilbur O’Reilly on his work line. As was procedure, the phone call was recorded and will be shown in full below. At the time, it was the most comprehensive look into the psychology of SCP-#### the Foundation had gotten yet but no further questions could be asked as the entity ended the call before Mr. Burkon could speak.
“Hey hey there, Burkon! It’s been a while, hasn’t buddy? Yeah. But as much as I’d love to catch up there isn’t much point. After all, I’ve heard it all before. Congrats on you and your wife’s pregnancy by the way. It’s a boy! Or, it’s going to be a boy. Now, I’m sure this probably isn’t really what you’re interested in though, is it? No, no you, my friend, want to know why I’m doing all this. All the killing, and, mutations, and crimes against nature. All that shit. And, to put it in layman's terms, um… I fucking can. HAHAHAHA! No, no, no but uh… really. It wouldn't be nearly as much fun if I just told you why I’m doing all this. Every good story needs a mystery, right? And who better to solve a mystery than the S-fucking-C-fucking-P Foundation!? I’ll be keeping you all in my thoughts.”
SCP-#### ended the call with a loud burp before hanging up. Site Director Burkon had been left confused from the call as he had never had any prior interaction with the entity. There was no reason for it to refer to him as an “old buddy.” The other part of SCP-####’s message regarding Mr. Burkon’s wife only confused the director further when, three hours after the call, the Director received a call from his wife announcing that she was pregnant.
- D: The Berkelium Project Part Four: January 1st, 2015
Between this date and Berkelium Project Part Three, seventy-nine civilians had gone missing across the United States with the appearances of berkelium crystals in their homes after the fact.
The Foundation had made numerous efforts to use these crystals as a way to track SCP-#### but these proved ineffective as there were either no clumps of the element large enough to track or none at all.
The entity was finally apprehended on January 1st, 2015 at Site 19 when SCP-#### randomly shot out of the ground outside of the facility. The entity proceeded to get down on its knees as twenty armed guards surrounded it. The entity brought its hands forward and spoke the following “. Cut ‘em off.”
SCP-#### was handcuffed and immediately moved to a high security prison cell with a 0.2m thick osmium door leading to a 10m by 10m large room made of the same material with ten armed guards surrounding the entity at all times.
Three hours after being contained, SCP-#### had its hands cut off with a high precision laser. The appendages were moved over to Research Deck 07 for further testing which revealed to Foundation that the entity’s body was primarily composed of unknown elements and compounds that appeared to be similar in their characteristics to that of human skin but far more durable. Nothing about their structure suggested such high durability to attack that would make SCP-#### as impervious to damage as it had proven to be. This had led to the assumption that the entity changed the molecular structure of its hands solely so the Foundation could cut them off after research into its main body revealed a slightly different molecular makeup that did show signs of high durability.
For the first week of the entity’s containment, it was heavily considered among the higher ups of Site 19 and O5 Council to give SCP-#### a Keter Classification due to it has proved itself as a powerful being capable of morphing the matter around it with little effort. But given how it made no attempts to breach containment and was highly compliant with all orders given to it once it was under Foundation custody, it was instead labeled simply as Euclid. It was then moved to a far less expensive and time consuming containment cell.
The only reason SCP-#### isn’t labeled as Safe is due to the fact that, since containment, thirteen out of the seventy-nine of the people that went missing as of a result of the entity appeared across the United States and southern Canada as cases of SCP-####-A. It is highly suspected that the remaining sixty-six victims are in a similar state and are likely to appear eventually across a similar area. There is currently no known way to track these creatures down and SCP-#### has refused to give any concrete answers on their locations.
Once all sixty-six remaining cases of the entity’s creations have been contained, it has been universally approved by the 05 Council to drop the anomaly down to the Safe Class.
WARNING: Any and all interviews with SCP-#### are only to be conducted with Foundation Members with Level 5 Clearance or the 05 Council due to the likely chance that during an interview the entity will reveal its knowledge on highly classified information. Also, due to its nature to twist facts or flat out lie it is highly recommended that all the following information SCP-#### reveals about itself be approached with skepticism but nevertheless believed true before anything else.
Most interviews with the entity are short and mostly involve interrogating it for predictions. Listed below are the more prominent interviews with SCP-####.
Interview A - Interview One: January 15th, 2015
Rexworth: Hello, ####.
SCP-####: Please, Henry will do.
Rexworth: For the sake of procedure I must refer to you by your designation, please.
SCP-####: But of course. Haha.
Rexworth: My first question should hopefully be a simple one. How exactly did you come about your anomalous abilities?
SCP-####: Oh now that's a story! Lucky for you, I love talking about myself. Hmm. I sort of always had an innate ability to… understand how the world works done to its bare fundamentals. When I look at you, I don’t just see a 45 year old woman with two kids, a wife, and a birthday on April 5th.
Rexworth: How do you-
SCP-####: All in good time. Now please, it’s rude to interrupt a guest while they’re talking. Haha… when I look at you, when I look at anything, I can see, or maybe feel each individual atom. I can feel the neutrons and protons that make up those atoms and I see the quarks that make up those. I can even see the parts that go deeper and make up the quarks and electrons.
Rexworth: Wh-
SCP-####: Stop right there, my friend. What would be the fun in me just telling you outright what these parts are? For one, you might kill me. And two, watching you all flounder around as you desperately try to figure out how I do what I do is pretty fucking funny I’m not gonna lie.
Rexworth: …p-please watch your language.
SCP-####: Now why would I do that? What are you going to do? Kill me? Haha. Please! Now you two. First off, you’re really bad guards. Like how in God’s name do either of you still have this job with your shitty track record? Secondly, you both really need to cut it out with your little fling because Mr. Redhead here’s wife is going to find out pretty soon. And thirdly, here’s this bitch’s address. It’s [Data Expunged]. Give her a visit!
Rexworth: …
SCP-####: We done here? Next interview’s in a week. Not with you! Haha! No, you suck at your job. Almost as much as these two do! And that’s saying something.
Rexworth thanked the entity for its time and was escorted out of its room by the two guards. Both of whom were later given Class C amnestics to remove their memory of Mrs. Rexworth’s address.
Interview B - January 22nd, 2015
SCP-####: Ah! Andrew! Good to see you.
Deer: Enough. How do you know so much about Foundation Staff?
SCP-####: How does one learn anything, Andy? Experience!
Deer: Experience? What do you mean experience?
SCP-####: How’s that new houseplant of yours?
Deer: …. it livens up my apartment.
SCP-####: Oh, that’s just wonderful to hear. Haha.
Deer: What else do you know?
SCP-####: Well I know quite a bit the whole [Data Expunged] you people are planning to build on Mars. It doesn’t end well, by the way.
Deer: What?
SCP-####: Oh yeah. That plan’s still in its infancy with the Council. Haha. My mistake!
After this point, Site Director Deer decided the security risk of having someone below Level 5 Clearance wasn’t worth it. Which included him as he only held Level 4 Clearance as is common with Site Directors. An email was sent to 05 Council requesting someone from within their close circle to conduct an interview with SCP-####. The request was accepted on January 25th.
Interview C - February 18th, 2015
A Researcher with close connections to 05 Council who will here on out be referred to as R1 arrived at Site 19. They entered the entity’s room alone and had the following conversation:
SCP-####: [Data Expunged]! Man, we’re really speeding through this process if I’m already talking to you of all people.
R1: You’ve talked to me before?
SCP-####: More times than I can count! Or at least, more, very similar versions of you than I care to count.
R1: By other versions, are you referring to the versions of myself in other universes?
SCP-####: Bingo! Your shit’s right on the money!
R1: In that case, are you a dimension hopper? And if so, how do you go about it?
SCP-####: Of sorts. But honestly, it takes a great deal of effort to go about that. You see what I do is I make two patches of matter that are a little wider than myself in total and I force them to spin and spin and spin and spi- you get the point. I do that until the matter has reached speeds that exceed even light and then I force them to collide. Once this happens *popping sound* wormhole to another universe, baby! Just like that! Only takes like, what? Eighth days of straight work? That’s nothing!
R1: Mm. I have another question.
SCP-####: Shoot.
R1: How do you know so much about the Foundation?
SCP-####: Really getting to personal details so quick? I mean, come on! We could’ve at least done this over dinner or something, haha! Ah, I’m just pulling your leg. Let’s see here now. I’ve seen countless realities, man. Countless! A lot of them were exactly the same. Including, how they ended. Which, really, is pretty funny when you think about it. Despite all this, everything you people do, in the end, it doesn’t mean anything. You’re eventually going to slip up or encounter an anomaly that’s just too powerful for you all. They’ll arrive. You’ll try to contain them. Yada yada. Almost everything dies. But that whole situation has one benefit, I guess. And that’s that when everything is dead and society is in ruins, it leaves anomalies like little old me plenty of time to read. And read I did. I studied everything there was to know about your precious Foundation. I learned every detail on everyone that ever worked here. Their families, their education, their purchases. Actually, come to think of it. Why do you even track that last one?
R1: We-
SCP-####: Just kidding! I know why. Getting back on track. I learned everything there was to know about this place. I learned about every detail there ever will be about every SCP, including ones that you all won’t come into ownership of for a very long time. Once I got that out of the way, I was surprised to see that my world, my original universe, was still shit. So, I needed some new ways to entertain myself.
R1: That’s-
SCP-####: Not part of the question? No, but you were going to ask about this eventually so we may as well get it out of the way now. I studied everything there ever was to know. Every subject and every fact there was to know I grew to know.
R1: Mm. Were you at all… lonely, during all this?
SCP-####: Yeah. Wasn’t a lot left to do with most things stuck in ice or falling apart. But I managed.
R1: Why didn’t you just travel to a new universe as you described earlier?
SCP-####: Take a wild guess, genius. Haha. I didn’t know I could do that until one day I was so bored out of my mind I just started spinning piles of mud. After like, I don’t know, twelve or so days I slipped up, made two piles collide, and before I knew it there was a small hole in space and time sitting in front of me.
R1: Hm. Alright now, next question. How did you discover your anomalous ability? You have of course already told us how it works, to a degree. But you’ve yet to tell us just how exactly you used your powers or how you learned you can do the things you’ve done.
SCP-####: Ababababababa. I must’ve been like… five? Five or six maybe, when I realized that what I had wasn’t normal, per se? I was able to get a feel for atoms and their parts for as long as I can remember. But it wasn’t until after I spoke to an old friend of mine and his little group in kindergarten about what I saw in the world. He looked at me like I was crazy. My teachers and parents just told me I had an overactive imagination and left it at that. Not a lot came of my abilities again until I was about seventeen, I think. I was home alone, sitting in the backyard and just trying to pass the time. I always had fun playing around my hands, making shapes and guns with my fingers like any edgy teen would do, haha. But that day was different. I pushed my hand forward like I was shoving a wave or something, and I reeled back when the grass and dirt suddenly turned into liquids and hit the fence. Now, I wasn’t exactly the smartest kid on the block, but I knew grass wasn’t supposed to do that. I decided to try it again, imagining the grass in front of me like a liquid rather than what it currently was. And each time, without fail, when I flung my arm forward it turned into exactly what I wanted it to be. Next, I tried turning the liquid back into a solid by, take a guess, imagining it as a solid. Surprise, surprise I could do it like it was nothing. Second nature, really. I did get in trouble for quote unquote “digging up the backyard,” but that didn’t stop me from continuing to experiment.
R1: What did you do next?
SCP-####: Not too long after that I found out I could just as easily change matter into its gas state and back. But what was far more interesting to me was my innate ability to shape the world around me. If I could imagine a shape or action I could damn well use whatever matter was around me to make it happen. I made fluid pyramids out of the floorboards which I was able to do without a single crack or splinter in the stuff. I could flip the doors and walls of my home forward and back without even a shred of evidence that anything had happened. As long as I was careful. Which, obviously, I was not. Haha. I got grounded a lot more often. My parents were beginning to worry about me and my recent behavior but I didn’t care. Who cared what they thought? They didn’t know what I could do. If I showed them they wouldn’t have even been able to comprehend it. If I showed them I probably would’ve been caught by my original universe’s version of the Foundation before I had discovered my full potential. That being my ability to close and open black holes and wormholes. With a little extra, pazzazz! Before that, though, I discovered I was able to change elements and compounds all the way down to their bare essentials. As long as I made physical contact with the matter, I could do whatever I wanted to it. Create different isotopes, charges. I could even change what element it was with the right resources. Removing protons from matter is easy, honestly. Something’s there and I don’t want it to be? Boop! It’s gone now! I’ve turned carbon into hydrogen and iodine into potassium.
R1: What about adding them?
SCP-####: Adding protons is a bit harder but really all I need for that process are protons from other, nearby matter. Which, given we exist, we are surrounded by. So even bumping an element up a few numbers ain’t too bad. And before you ask, yes. The fact that all I do is change the already present properties of elements instead of defying their scientific rules is why the Reality Anchor didn’t work. Not too long after all that, I began to wonder. If I can create whatever element I want in a matter of seconds, who's to say I couldn’t find a compound of organic elements that would allow me to, essentially, become a god? To make it so I couldn’t be hurt, starve, dehydrate, or really die in any way? That’s what my early twenties were spent looking into. While all my former friends were going off to college, getting degrees they’d never actually get to use, and starting families that would hate them, I was following a true mission. Whatever dead skin fell off me I kept a hold of. By the way, little extra tidbit because I'm so nice, this was the moment I realized my ability to move matter around didn't work on organic matter unless I was touching it. This little hobby of mine made my already worried parents absolutely mortified. It was hil-ARIOUS! HAHA! WOO! Yeah, haha. Where was I? Ah yeah. By the time I was twenty-seven, I had finally done it. Using what was already making up my body as well as compounds made up of who knows how many crimes against God, I had done it. No matter what I did to those final skin samples, burn ‘em, stab ‘em, heat ‘em up, didn’t matter. They couldn’t be broken. I decided not to change my whole body to it yet though until I could also solve the issues of hunger and other shit. Luckily, those traits only needed me to use most of the elements and compounds I had already made up to that point so by twenty-eight, I was ready. With a twist and a twirl of my hands, I had succeeded at turning my entire body into an indestructible force above nature. It did have its drawbacks, however. As you can see with my face.
R1: Good to hear? Um… next question. I’m guessing you already know what it is?
SCP-####: You’d be correct! You, Mr. [Redacted], want to know why I did everything I did. The simple answer is I just think it’s funny.
R1: Yeah I’m not surprised there… okay look, I’m going to be straight with you. You are one of the most powerful SCPs I’ve ever encountered in my line of work. More importantly, you're also sentient and intelligent. The Foundation is willing to allow you some leeway around here if you agree to help us out.
SCP: Man. That’s one hell of an offer. But sadly I gotta decline. Cuz you see, there’s no point.
R1: No point?
SCP-####: Yep! No point. There is nothing to get out of helping you people.
R1: And why is that?
SCP-####: Because it always ends the same. I tried so many times to save you, people. I went to universes that I knew would be exactly like the one I once lived in out of hope of saving our species from whatever apocalyptic scenario may come. But even with all my knowledge and all my powers. And despite what you may think, I can’t tell the future. I only know what’s already happened. I couldn’t save you all. So even if against all odds, I helped stop the apocalypse, there was always a new one right around the corner. A newer one that I had no idea how to stop. And when I told the Foundation I didn’t know they forgot about all I did for them in seconds. They forgot about the numerous times I saved their fucking sorry asses from a frankly well deserved death! Forgot all about it! All so they could instead focus on calling me a liar and a failure because I couldn’t stop this one specific apocalypse! They locked me up every time! And every time I had to watch them die! Over! And over! And over! Until one day it hit me. Why was I trying? Why was I giving in to the demands to an organization that couldn’t give two shits about me or what I had done for… done for them? Why try to save a collection of ungrateful fucks from a death they likely caused when no matter how many I prevented a new one would always show up? The answer? There was no fucking reason! I realized that more and more as my reaction to the end slowly turned from one of horror to one of demented glee. They got what they asked for! They got exactly what they wanted! HAHA… so, eventually I gave up trying to play the hero. I decided, hey, if this is all going to end no matter what I do might as well have some fun. So now I go from universe to universe, causing the exact same events, causing the same deaths, getting interviewed by the same people with the same questions, and sitting in here for the same amount of time watching you all make the same dumb, albeit entertaining mistakes, over and over again. Until eventually you all die, that door behind you open, I get my hands back, and I move on to the next universe. It’s an endless cycle of repetition. And I love it. Repetition ain’t so bad when there are breaks of several hundred years between each streak of crime. And also when it involves something fun and not being screamed at by ungrateful cunts. That’s always nice.
R1: I’m… very sorry.
SCP-####: No you’re not. Don’t patronize me.
R1: … are there… other yous out there?
SCP-####: I think the question you mean to ask is “are there other versions of me with my abilities?” The answer’s quick and simple. No, there are not. At least none I’ve come across and I’ve been playing this game for a very, very long time Mr. [Redacted].
R1: Good to know. One last question. You mentioned that you travel to universes exactly like your original one? How exactly do you know they’re identical?
SCP-####: It’s hard to describe, honestly. Think of it as eating your favorite food blindfolded and your nose clothed. Even if you can’t see or smell all of what it is, its touch and how it feels is more than enough to know you’ve had it before. It's the same thing with universes. When I feel a universe I can just tell I’ve had one similar before. Only difference is I don’t exist at all in these ones.
R1: Interesting. Well, thank you for your time, Henry.
SCP-####: I’m actually more attuned to Jack at the moment.
R1: Oh? Alright? Well, in that case, have a good day Jack.
SCP-####: Same to you.
This interview was followed by several tests by R1 involving numerous advanced subjects and SCP case files. All of these tests were designed by experts in their field and each was completed by SCP-#### with perfect marks.
SCP-#### has also requested numerous times to speak with Overseer 01 claiming that we’ll “let me (it) speak with them eventually so we might as well get it over with.” Its demands have been immediately shut down in every instance.
In some less eventful interviews, SCP-#### has been known to drop predictions to the interviewer. The entity seems to randomly decide when to give predictions that are true, partially true, or flat out false. This fact is what has put much of the more important information it's given about itself into question. The entity has admitted in interviews it does this on purpose to mess with the Foundation. Below you can see several examples of each kind of prediction.
- A. True Predictions
These are predictions given by SCP-#### where exact and accurate details were given about future events.
- Told an interviewer on March 12th, 2015 that D-Class 3486 of Site 19 would attempt a takeover of the location at 3:58 pm on March 16th. To test the accuracy of this statement, the Foundation did not detain 3486 but instead upped security around her prison block. The takeover did occur but the Foundation quickly had the D-Class and all her supporters detained.
- Told an interviewer on May 6th, 2020 that Junior Researcher Carl Wunburgh would attempt to slip an experimental poison into Senior Researcher Doug Mattinson’s coffee at 6:33 am on May 8th. An armed guard hid near the break room where Mattinson’s coffee had been prepared for his arrival at 6:40 am. The guard entered the room and caught Mr. Wunburgh near the coffee with an unknown poison held in his hand. He was promptly detained.
- B. Partially True Predictions
These are predictions given by SCP-#### that did occur but details such as when it would occur and who was involved were changed.
- Told an interviewer on November 18th, 2015 that Junior Researcher, Jason Spink, would be assassinated in his home at 8:00 pm on November 20th. Mr. Spink was asked to remain on site with three armed guards while the Foundation investigated the area around his home. This proved fatal as one of the guards protecting Mr. Spink proceeded to shoot him in the head at 8:00 pm. This guard, who later admitted to being an undercover agent for the Chaos Insurgency, was quickly detained by the other two.
- Told an interviewer on July 12th, 2018 that there would be a massive containment breach at Site 23 at 5:23 pm on July 13th. Extra security was sent to the site and extra care and attention were put towards SCPs that are seen as likely to escape. This procedure continued for two weeks until higher ups at Site 23 assumed that this had been a case of SCP-#### lying. The containment breached eventually occurred on August 27th, causing the deaths of many on site staff and members of an emergency backup team.
- C. False Predictions
These are predictions made up by SCP-#### that never occurred.
- Told an interviewer on December 27th, 2018 that there would be a massive containment breach at Site 19 that would kill forty-five members of the Foundation in total. Similar procedures were taken for Site 19 to that of Site 23’s. Unlike that case, Foundation maintained the extra security for sixty-eight days until SCP-#### admitted in a further interview that it made the whole thing up on March 5th, 2019.
- Told an interviewer that the Foundation would find a Keter Class SCP in Milwaukee, Canada on June 6th, 2020. Foundation had the city searched top to bottom for two weeks for any signs of anomalies. On field staff and their higher ups, given SCP-####’s history of lying, decided quickly to end the search before too many resources were wasted.
