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[NSFW] Domination, have you heard of it? [SCP]
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Chapter 1
Realizing you are in the SCP universe is a terrifying thing. I just woke up in a cell, with a bunch of other people in an orange prison-like uniform, when a group of men in a black armor walked in and commanded all of us "the d-class personnel" to follow them.
I was scared and confused of what was going on until I saw the sign all of the armored men had in their shoulder. A simple circle with 3 arrows pointing at its center.
I had been living for nearly 21 years in this world and I hadn't realized a thing. Or maybe I had and had just been mind whipped. Now that is a scary thought.
At the beginning I thought I was given a second chance after dying, I had considered the idea of being iseakied before. Pretty much every fan fiction reader's dream. I never really thought it would happen to me though. I was very much an atheist, never thought there was a higher being, and found the idea of being reincarnated a fun but silly idea.
I guess I couldn't deny the existence of gods anymore though. After all, I was pretty sure there existed multiple versions of them in the SCP verse, or at least many god-like beings.
When I was younger I assumed I was in a dangerous world; that is how every isekai ever begins, and I refused to be placed in a grimdark situation. I was quite nervous about everything. I was looking over my shoulder every 5 seconds, and at nights I would look for some kind of inner energy. Alas I never found anything, and eventually just accepted I was destined to live another normal life.
Then I felt a bit cheated. I could have been born in a magical world, one where superheroes were the norm, or even one where I could cultivate and grow stronger in time. But I guessed all of those were just myths in the end.
Now I only felt a sense of despair. For some reason I was now classified a d-class. I only remembered going out with some friends to a bar after my final test of the semester. The whole last week was very stressful, and even if I hated the taste of any alcoholic drink, I wanted to go out with my friends to relax some.
How did I end up here?
When I tried talking to what I assumed to be a security officer about why I was here, I was just ignored. It felt insulting, but maybe they were ordered to ignore every class-d personnel for security reasons. Didn't want a possessed d-class to be talking to anyone I guess, that was a real danger here I suppose. So I didn't let it affect me much.
We were separated into groups of 4, and ordered to put on a collar. It felt clunky and too big, but I didn't want to spend my last minutes alive being looked at like I was more of a pest than what the guards already thought I was.
We were next moved to a white room with nothing but some chairs and told to wait in silence.
The other class-d's with me were also nervous, though I was quite sure I looked like I was about to have a mental breakdown. One of the guys looked like what I assumed every thug would look like in a prison. The second person with us was playing with a pink bunny, and wasn't that terrifying. The last guy didn't speak English; I tried to distract myself trying to guess where he was from.
Didn't recognize the language he was speaking, and couldn't begin to guess his nationality by skin color alone. In the end, I just started to think of the many ways I could potentially die in the next few minutes.
Finally after what felt like 30 minutes of just sitting around in an empty room, the door to the room opened, and what appeared to be a researcher entered the room. He looked us over, like he was assessing how long we would survive whatever SCP he was going to make us throw ourselves over.
Finally, he seemed content with what he got and he spoke to us in a very condescending manner. Told us how we were about to make a deal with an "entity", and that we were to make it by thinking carefully how we worded things.
Now that just made a bunch of alarms go off in my head. Was I about to sell my soul? I liked my soul not selled thank you very much. I was looking left and right for a way out, I knew for a fact there wasn't one, but dammit I didn't want to lose my soul to some wannabe demon.
One of the guards looked over to me and made eye contact for a very long and uncomfortable time. I got the message, so I tried to stop looking like a cat who was just splashed with water and calm down.
I wasn't sure how good I did but the researcher continued to explain that we would be allowed to do any kind of deal, but that we should try to remember as much of the entity as we could so we could give a report on it.
So I guess we were not about to die. Hurray?
Pros, I know I'm potentially not about to die. Or is the procedure to tell the d-class to remember as much as they could? Cons, I'm potentially about to sell my soul for "the better good".
With his piece done, the scientist told the guards he was heading to the observation room, and left through the door he came through.
One of the guards manhandled the thug look alike and left with him through another door, towards what I thought was going to be his end.
After what could only be a couple of minutes, the radios on the rest of the guards went off, and an alarm could be heard. They did nothing but check on them and continued watching us.
Finally the guards came out of the room, and I couldn't help but notice the thug guy wasn't with him anymore…..
We were going to die here weren't we?
A new guard then took the non english speaker and left me and the bunny guy with the rest of the guards in complete silence again.
What could I ask the maybe, not maybe, demon? Some type of immortality, probably would end in my eternal suffering. A way to become god? Some kind of teleportation device? I really tried to think of what could potentially extend my life expectancy and at the same time, what I could give the entity in return.
After another couple of minutes something obviously bad happened because the inmate who walked in shot out of the room like a bullet, through the room we were in, broke through the closed door, and then continued through the hallway we came in from. Literally like a bullet, I didn't really know if they were the same person, but the orange blur matched the orange of our outfit, so it was probably him. Another alarm sounded off and I was just glad I wasn't in the way between the guy and the door because the guard who was, was thrown to the wall with enough force to break his arm.
The guards left appeared to panic, and only calmed down once the radio said something about a dead d-class and nothing else going wrong with the entity.
The guard who was inside the room walked out looking afraid and confused.
This was getting weird. Did he shoot off because he worded his deal wrong or something? Did I really have to pay that much attention on how I would word what I would likely try to negotiate with a possible devil?
One of the guards, the one that looked the least frazzled, grabbed the bunny guy, who complained about him almost hurting "Mopsy", who that was, I didn't want to know. And walked into the room.
I really needed to think how I was going to deal with the deal. Heh, get it? Yes? Can you tell I'm nervous?
I was trying to recall everything I knew about the SCP verse, and really was just realizing how many things I no longer remembered. How many things were different in this universe to my original one. Would I be considered an SCP by the Foundation's standards?
And then it came, a cry of mourning so loud I for a moment thought we were about to be killed by the shy guy or something. What site were we on? Which one was the most dangerous one?
Could I become a researcher and be spared if I revealed I knew more than I should? Like that one researcher, what was his name? Dr. Light?
I couldn't continue with my speculations since the guards came out of the room with a still very alive bunny guy, though he was crying his heart out and the bunny was nowhere to be seen.
Did he exchange whatever he asked for, for his bunny? That sounds a bit ridiculous. But…. SCPs so, meh? Technically anything could happen so whatever. I really wasn't sure what was going to happen to me in the next few minutes, and thinking about how a toy bunny was worth anything to an entity was not going to help me.
It took longer than what I thought it was going to take, but I was finally escorted into the room. And was very confused when I only saw a table and two chairs. I really wish I had read up on more of the SCP wiki because I had no idea what SCP it was.
The speakers in the room turned on, and the voice of the scientist explained how I could make a deal with the entity, and that whatever the entity wanted for the deal, would be taken from me, even if it was an abstract thing, like memories.
The guard that came in with me pointed to the less majestic looking of the two chairs and I walked up to it. I hesitated for a moment, but a look from the guard steeled my decision on what I was going to ask the entity for. And so, I sat down.
This is my first time writting a story since second grade. How was it? Are there any mistakes? Y'know how I could make it better?
Thanks for reading.
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Chapter 2
As I sat down on the chair something in the air changed, as if there was something that demanded attention. Without me even realizing it, there was a man sitting right in front of me. The chair, that almost looked like a throne, the one that was absolutely empty just seconds ago, was now being used by someone who looked so professional that I felt underdressed in my orange jumpsuit.
He looked like a movie star, he reminded me of Henry Cavil, the guy almost looked exactly like him. He seemed ready to attend a photo shoot. I straightened up and prepared for what I assumed was going to be the most important conversation I had ever had and probably will ever have in my life. Then the image I had for the being was broken when he spoke.
"Do you want some popcorn? How about the answers to your next test? Or how about I get rid of some of your childhood bullies? I know you might not remember them very well but I can make them disappear without an issue. If you do not want that maybe you would be interested in some money? Everyone wants to be rich. Some women? Every man wants women."
He almost sounded like a door salesman. He listed me so many offers so fast and pitched them all as if he was running out of time or something.
Was he even going to ask for my soul? I mean, there was probably something he could offer me that some people would deem it worth it. But most of what he was offering either was not worth even 5 dollars, or I could just get it with some hard work.
"How about a cell phone that doesn't exist yet? Or maybe you would like to de-age a couple of years? Some people are vain enough to want to look younger even if they are already young." Okay, maybe not 5 dollars.
"Can you please wait a moment?" I finally asked, and he shut up pretty fast. Though he kept staring at me in a way that made me very uncomfortable and aware of how much time I was wasting.
"Can you… can you make our conversation private?" Because I wanted some damn privacy, the guards hadn't even stopped looking at me like I was about to jump them with a pocket knife in the other room.
Even now he seemed to be glaring at me, at least until I asked for privacy, he started reaching out for a device strapped to his belt. And took a hold of what appeared to be a remote, but he didn't do anything.
The Henry expy though, looked a bit delighted. "Finally, someone asks for that, I thought everyone else wanted everyone to know what they wished for. Maybe they didn't know they could ask for that, I should probably tell people they can ask for private meetings with me."
He raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and suddenly, instead of being in a completely white room, with glaring white lights, and heavy looking black doors, we were instead in a really modern looking office. Something made for a CEO. The whole right wall of the room was a window that showed that we were either in a genjutsu, cuz we certainly weren't here before, or in a really, really tall building.
"Is this private enough for you?" The obviously very powerful thing said.
"Y-yeah, I think this is good." He was smiling at me in a 'I know something that you don't kinda way', I didn't like it. It was finally dawning on me that this was not a situation I was prepared for. I was so out of my comfort zone I felt like just digging a hole and staying in it for like a day or two.
"So, you either want something that the Foundation is not going to like, or you are really embarrassed for what you are about to ask. Which one is it?" There it was, the big question, what do I want? How can I achieve something humans only dreamt of doing.
"I… I want to be connected to the principle of domination." And suddenly he didn't look so happy to go lucky.
"You want me to… steal the principles of domination and give them to you? Are you mad? How would you even pay for that?" He definitely wasn't expecting that, I knew asking for that was a gamble, but really, shoot for the stars right? If he couldn't do it, or the price was so high I couldn't pay for it, he could just tell me to fuck off with my offer.
"I mean, if you can't do it…" Was trying to rile up a possible demon a good idea? Nope, not in the slightest, but the idea of dying a horrible death at the hands of some random anomaly in this godforsaken reality didn't appeal much to me.
"And who said I couldn't do it. I was just wondering how you even knew of principles and concepts, most humans don't really even think about those kinds of things."
"Well, I for one, am not originally from this multiverse. So I can't say that I think like most of the people from around here." His eyes appeared to shine for a second, and he looked almost giddy.
"This day has been so fun, I get to make 4 deals and meet a dimensional traveler, how exciting! So tell me, how would you pay me for what you want?" He began to lean forward as he spoke, almost falling off of his chair and onto the table.
"Well, how about you take a look at my memories? You can learn a lot of new things I'm very sure don't exist in this part of the multiverse." I mean, most of what I knew was rather useless information. But, for some reason, many of the things that were popular in my first life didn't exist here. I basically had a library of media in my head that was completely new to this reality.
It did make me nervous about the idea of him getting into my head, but really, I'm sure he could have done it already.
The maybe devil hmm'd and ah'd for a while. I was pretty sure that what I just offered was not enough, but we were here to make a deal, so negotiations were expected. So I just sat in what I was just realizing was a very comfy chair and thought of what other things I could offer to the man in the chair.
Though now that I had some time, I looked at the rest of the room, there were a bunch of books behind the man, and to the right a lot of miscellaneous stuff, like, a lot lot. Everything was stacked on shelves that seemed to go forever. Was there where he brought all the stuff he took from people? Hey! I can see the pink bunny.
Finally he spoke. "That is not going to be enough, I find this deal you are trying to make, too in your favor. So let me make a proposal." He looked me in the eye. He seemed very serious.
"I am going to make you an investment." And that was a surprise, was it racist of me to think that because he was possibly a devil he would want to collect what he's due as fast as possible?
"See, I do not see myself making a lot of more deals in the future if I am stuck in the facility. But you are aware of the multiverse, aware that there is more to existence than some two bit organization with thought of grandeur." He stood up, held his hands up high. He almost looked like that one meme that said: 'praise the sun!'.
"I propose that once you grow powerful enough, if you manage to survive, you grab me and deposit me in a place where I can make many more deals! Of course I want that one place to be outside of this reality cluster, since I do not wish to be contained in such a manner again. You see, I love making deals! They are the reason for my existence. If I cannot make any, I will get very bored. So, how about it? Some power with the potential to make you rival gods, for my freedom?"
I thought about that for a moment. Would this make me an enemy of the Foundation? Not necessarily, I was just going to… liberate one of their SCP. I technically would be getting rid of it for them, of course this would only happen once I'm powerful enough, but it gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, I could survive this universe. Now though, I had to concentrate on the deal. Leave the thoughts of a life without panic attacks for later.
"So to clarify, in exchange for your eventual freedom, and the ability to see what I remember of my old reality, you will give me the principles of domination? Yes?"
He had a very wide smile as he took out a paper from a drawer that was under his desk and started writing a contract. "To ensure you really do come for me, once you are able to jump out of this universe. I will contact you, incessantly if I must, and you will get me out of here."
I frowned a bit. "No, me being able to jump realities does not mean I can come and get you and then just jump. I would need to be able to first break you out without caring for the consequences, and have enough energy to transport us away from this hellhole."
He thought about that for a second, then nodded, and added that to the contract.
"Nothing else you want to add Gabriel?" This fucker was scary, I hadn't even said my name once since I woke up in the cell with the rest of the d-class personnel.
"No thank you, I'm not keen on growing my debt. I appreciate the offer though." I smiled. This was so much better than what I thought I was getting myself into.
"That is perfectly fine. Now please make sure to read everything, and sign at the end please." Said what I was beginning to remember was 'The Devil's Deal' SCP, as he passed me a parchment.
It was a beautiful thing, the letters were beautiful, the paper felt of amazing quality, even the pen he passed me next was beyond anything I had ever seen before. And so, after reading the paper at least 3 times, and just as the sun in the horizon was beginning to fall under the sea of clouds, I signed the deal.
See now I'm getting nervous about writting, and just butchering my story.
But the damn plot bunnies won't leave and I had to write something, so for as long as my imagination is able to not write complete trash, I hope y'all enjoy it.
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Once the parchment was signed, I was suddenly back in the containment room, the damn bright white lights glaring down on me. The devil wannabe nowhere to be seen, and around 15 different agents aiming their guns at me.
"Well… I… come in peace?"
I felt something hit me in the arm, looked down, and saw a very sleek looking dart poking out of it. That was weird, humans didn't have darts sticking out of their arms. Suddenly I felt 3 more darts hit me, and I realized the guards were shooting at me with something.
"Hey now, that w-was totally uncesera-"
POV - Dr. Harold Blank
"Well, I think we found our lost d-class."
A few groans sounded around the room. Some, I noticed, were from relief though.
"I think he is a bit too different than the one we sent in." Dr. Mark Kiryu pointed out the obvious. The d-class was indeed different to the last one to come in contact with 738, but he resembled him enough for me to believe he was the same person.
"He is not completely human anymore too." Another Dr. that I did not know the name of commented.
"And how do you know that?" Really, if we ignored the impossibly bright red hair, he looked human enough. I was sure he could walk around in public and no one would pay him any mind."
"Well, if we ignore the fact that he didn't fall asleep immediately after being shot with the first sleeping dart, his presence is heavier than what any human presence has any right to be."
Ah, he was one of the crazy ones, since the incorporation of the thaumaturgy branch, stuff had been going in the right direction… you just had to ignore one or two things that made you question reality. Why would someone bake a flying cake?
"What do you mean by presence?" Mark interjected again.
"Well, if I had to explain it, being around him, while aware of how to feel magic, will make you feel like you were trying to walk through mud. I'm amazed by how much pressure he is exerting while clearly unconscious, to be able to make me feel it from so far away…"
That really didn't explain much. But, I guessed we now had some new information about him.
"Do we have to start a new entry in the logs for a potential new SCP?" A researcher to my left asked, looking warily towards the big screen in front of us.
"That would be for the best, he clearly is an anomaly now." If one didn't want to believe Dr. Magic man about the presence thing, the guards around our new SCP clearly felt something, they were too tense. Was his 'presence' strong enough to be felt by normal people?
"Alright I'll get to it." And he left in a hurry, maybe he also felt the pressure.
The radio to our left started to buzz and the voice of one of the guards came in. "What do we do with the d-class?"
I pushed the ptt button. "Take it to one of our empty SCP cells for humanoids. We believe it to be a new anomaly, please be careful."
"So," Dr. magic started, "what do we do with it? It's clearly not insane normally, he tried talking with the guards. Maybe it will be open to dialogue without issues?"
A newbie scientist behind us said something along the lines of "it?"
"I believe it would be wise to put it in a euclid level cell and use one of the radios to speak with it." I turned around "And Jerald, we call it "it" because it is now an anomaly now."
"Ah" Ah indeed.
POV Gabriel
There is something about waking up from a drug induced sleep that I've always hated. The feeling of sluggishness but urgency to do something has always made me very uncomfortable.
I first noticed the damn bright white lights. Then the room around me, that looked suspiciously like the one I was in before, but without SCP-738… was I remembering stuff better? I definitely didn't remember what number the SCP "The Devil's Deal" was before.
Then I noticed everything seemed a little bit smaller, did I grow taller? And finally the red, red hair that was poling around me.
I quickly stood up, and almost immediately fell down because of disorientation. My head was spinning and my vision blacked out for a second. Then everything became clear, much clearer than it had ever been before. I remember that in my first life I had to use glasses, I just felt like I had put some on.
Fuck tranquilizers.
A speaker in the right far corner of the room turned on.
"Hello SCP-12725. Are you aware of your surroundings? Who you are?" A somewhat distorted voice came through. Loud and clear, a little bit too loud now that I thought about it.
"Yeah, I finished my deal with the Henry expy, returned, and then a bunch of guards shot me with what I can only assume were a bunch of tranquilizers. What gives?"
"Well, you have to understand that when someone disappears suddenly with an object of interest, we would be somewhat gun happy." Another voice came from the speaker this time. A much more jovial and young sounding one. I guess playing dumb about what I did was not going to fly.
After waiting for a few seconds I spoke. "I guess you have a point."
I heard a snort and the old voice spoke to me again. "Where did you come from? What did you do? Where did you go? What deal did you make? What did it cost you? And what can you tell us about SCP-738?"
"Woah, slow down a bit, I'll answer your questions, just give me a minute to orient myself." I still felt somewhat dizzy, but what really took my attention was the feeling of being able to just 'feel' everything around me. I intrinsically knew that everything around me was inferior to me, that everything was flawed, that I was flawed, and if I so wished, I could make everything more than it was. More than what reality told it to be. Now the question is how would I do that.
"Please answer the questions, we will use force to make you answer if needed." Now that was just bullshit. If they believed they had that kind of force they wouldn't be in a different room talking to me through a speaker. Or maybe they did have? Man, fuck the SCP verse.
Thinking about it for a second I decided to comply. I benefited in no way shape or form if I antagonized the Foundation. There was very little stuff the Foundation couldn't deal with, and that was mostly because they either didn't have enough quality personnel or some of the things were right out just uncontainable.
"In order, I am from Tennessee, if you mean how I got into the cell with the other 'd-class', I have no idea." I took a breath, I still had no idea where I was now that I thought about it. "I just asked the man in the chair to please make our deal private and he appeared to teleport us to an office in a skyscraper." Why wasn't I as nervous as I was before? I also felt much more prideful and what I was used to.
"I made a deal to obtain the principles of domination." And what did that really entail? I know I have somehow changed in ways I did not expect.
Leaving those thoughts behind before I got existential, did I really want to tell the Foundation I accepted a deal where I had to free one of their contained SCP? No, not really. "And finally, SCP… What did you call it? 738? Was a man in a really nice suit. Had a bunch of stuff in his office, like, a lot of stuff. Was very professional, though at the beginning he sounded like a door salesman." Also didn't have to mention any of my now remembered meta knowledge.
"You skipped what was the price for this 'principle of domination'." Ah, he noticed that. What do I do, do I act dumb again? No, that really wouldn't work in the long run. Did I lie my ass off? Seemed to run into the same issue as acting dumb. Also, as I began to notice, the idea of lying just pissed me off.
"I did. I don't think I will be telling you about what the price was." Felt nothing about denying a request though.
Silence was my only answer for a couple of minutes. It would have been stress inducing if I wasn't marveling at my surroundings. Everything seemed to be filled with what I could only describe as potential and value.
I tried to increase my "value" and nothing really happened. Was boost some type of power derived from domination instead of being part of it? How could I kaioken myself? Learning this type of stuff seemed stupidly important in the SCP verse. Maybe I'd have to do some Nasu shit and self hypnotize myself into thinking I had something to surpass/dominate something for my power to instinctually help me?
I was technically already fighting many things, for example gravity, it was constantly pulling me down, but I couldn't really do anything other than know I was winning. What? Is being able to move and stand up really considered a winning condition against gravity? Maybe I just unconsciously didn't think it necessary to boost myself to fight gravity.
That is so weird. The only other thing I knew was 'fighting' me was the damn tranquilizer. Maybe I could boost my metabolism to get rid of it? How do I do it? The power feels very instinctual, not logically driven, at least until I get better with it. So maybe if I thought of the foreing substance as an opposition to my domination over my body I would fight it harder.
That seemed like a good place to start at. Not like I had any better ideas. I lied on the bed and closed my eyes. Played around with ideas of 'dominating' the drug, no matter how silly that sounded. When I suddenly felt it. My power answering my plea to show the drug its place, make it know it had no right to affect me. And my head suddenly felt much better.
I stood up and jumped around a bit, performed some of the tests you would do to a drunk person to see how far gone they were, and found myself perfectly healthy. I got pretty excited, this meant I could actively react to stuff that was affecting me. Could I also fight off telepaths with this?
Amid my celebration, the speakers turned on again. "What are your plans for the future?" It was the younger voice, it sounded oddly happy about something.
Did they really have to interrupt me? "Before all of this I was planning on graduating, finding a job and doing normal civilian shit." Because really, what else was I supposed to strife for in a life I was convinced was going to be normal?
"What are you planning to do now?" The younger voice said again. Trying and failing at putting much seriousness in its voice.
"Well, you have me intrigued, what are these SCPs and how many are you willing to let me play with?"
AN
I've seen a couple of people talking about Morag Bal… Imma be honest with y'all, I have no fucking clue who that is. I know he is from Skyrim, and that he has some connection to domination (only know this because some people pointed that out), but to me he has always been some kind of angry murderhobo. Also, he likes vampires? Point is, if you expect the mc to be anything like the Morag guy, I'm going to disappoint y'all. If by some reason he does happen to resemble the guy, it is going to be a coincidence.
Also, I put the story on NSFW because… y'know SCPs, not because I will write lemons. I don't want my story to be ruined because of poorly implemented and written lemons, so… I do not think there will be any in the story. Maybe as omakes, or non cannon stuff. I really can't think of a way to write a lemon that would make me not want to die because of embarrassment.
Also, writing about how the mc is discovering how to use his power just feels kinda lame. I don't know how it feels for readers though, so please tell me if I should just skip these kinds of information dumps.
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