Official records are as follows, at the time of initial identification of the subject.
SCP-GU411, subject file classified, object class Euclid (under review). SCP-GU411 is a normal caucasian male, dark hair, blue eyes, age 32, 5' 10", with a fairly average muscular build. Originally an officer of the SCP foundation, his SCP classification represents "Guard Unit" and his badge number, 411. All records and actual term of service, to the SCP Foundation, is classified under 05 command clearance, and as such has been redacted from all other lower clearance access. Researchers became aware of his abilities when he was located, without authorization, in SCP-053's cell. Seeing as his authorization level was 0, at the time, there was no explanation for his presence in said containment cell. He never experienced hatred for SCP-053 in the apparent thirty minutes he had been inside, no adverse behavior of any kind, and even was able to touch her hand without incident, much to the joy of the little girl. Afterwhich, he was stopped outside the door, as he left, by a researcher and four armed officers. What follows is his story.
When questioned, he smiled confidently, throwing up his hands. "Well.. shit.. looks like I got sloppy."
He was detained without incident, placed in handcuffs, and escorted to an SCP containment cell on the same floor. On the way to containment, SCP-GU411 continually glanced at every door he passed, as if taking note of his location. He was lead to the unmarked cell and restrained inside.
"So, when do the real questions begin?" SCP-GU411 asks.
One of the officers shrugged. "Nothing has been scheduled.. just sit tight. I doubt they will be harsh with you, *****."
SCP-GU411 smiles at the use of his name. "Thanks, bro." He looks around the empty cell, furnished only with a modest bed. He then looks down at his excessive cuffs, laying back on the bed. "I will endeavor to be patient."
What follows is the transcript of SCP-GU411's containment breach at 12:45 pm.
After the door closed, four hours passed before the door was violently removed, crashing into an opposite cell door, SCP-173's cell. Video surveillance, from the room, showed SCP-GU411 quickly rising to his feet, approaching the door, and kicking it out. SCP-GU411 slowly walked out of his cell, breaking free of his cuffs, and looking both directions in confusion. He then proceeded down the hall, playfully knocking once on each of the cell doors until he reached SCP-105's cell and stopping. He began to raise his hand, but instead turned and walked back down the hall. Upon passing under a camera, he looked up at it, as if knowing someone was watching him. He continued on to SCP-187's cell and knocks on the door. Thus ends the transcript.
The woman inside answers. "Hello? Who is there?"
"I have an inquiry, madam." SCP-GU411 states.
She knocks back. "Well.. as you can probably tell, I am locked in here."
"I do not mean at the moment." SCP-GU411 responds. "I mean tomorrow."
The woman laughs. "If you are not in too much trouble."
Just then, twenty armed guards rush into the hallway from either side, surrounding SCP-GU411.
"Put your hands up!" One of them shouts.
SCP-GU411 smiles. "Right?! I think I made them mad."
"Comply or you will be terminated!" The guard shouts.
"Seems like you have your hands full. Have fun with that!" SCP-187 sings as she walks away from her door.
SCP-GU411 raises his hands and turns to look at him. "Brother, you could not hurt me if you wanted to."
"Back to your cell!" The guard orders.
SCP-GU411 points down the hall. "Did you not see me bust the door across the hall?"
"Does not matter. We will post guards until your cell door can be repaired." The guard replies.
SCP-GU411 shrugs and returns to his cell. As promised, four guards remained outside the door until morning, at which time two researchers enter.
"Goodmorning, *****. I see you have got yourself a private room on base." The male researcher jokes.
SCP-GU411 groans. "Yeah.. I can't say I am surprised."
"Is that because you intentionally allowed us to capture you?" The female researcher asks.
SCP-GU411 chuckles. "Perhaps. For what purpose would you propose I would do this?"
The female researcher looks down at a report. "According to this, it is suggested it would involve SCP-187 or 105."
SCP-GU411 laughs. "I could have much better access to either of them had I not been captured. Try again."
The female researcher pushes up her glasses with a sigh. "That was my only theory."
"Let us talk about the events of yesterday." The male researcher suggests.
"Sure! I mean, I will let you keep guessing on my intentions." SCP-GU411 responds.
"How was it that you were able to overcome SCP-053's influence?" The male researcher asks.
"Willpower." SCP-GU411 quickly responds.
"That.. that does not explain how you were able to touch her without dying!" The male researcher rebuts.
"I can only explain as I understand it." SCP-GU411 responds with a sigh. "I will it, it happens."
"So.. you are saying you could overcome telepathic influence and death by pure willpower?" The male researcher asks.
"Yes." SCP-GU411 responds.
"And what of the door of your cell?" The female researcher asks.
"I heard SCP-303 outside and his whizzing pissed me off." SCP-GU411 responds.
The female researcher looks at the report and turns to the male researcher. "There was electrical interference in the hallway camera, before the door flew off, that suggests that to be true."
The male researcher shakes his head. "That could have been his 'willpower' influencing the electrical system."
"If that was the case, the camera in the room would also have been affected!" The female researcher quickly rebuts.
SCP-GU411 groans. "OKAY! I got bored, I wanted out, so I opened the door."
The male researcher produces a clipboard, setting it in front of SCP-GU411. "I am sure you know there will be repercussions for damaging foundation property, but If you would fill out this form for me, I will try to lessen the blowback." Handing him a pen.
SCP-GU411 looks at the pen for a moment, then back up at the male researcher. "Are you so confident that I am safe that you would hand me this pen?"
"I have worked with you long enough to assume you could have killed everyone already, had you taken the notion." The male researcher responds with a smile.
SCP-GU411 shrugs. "Depends on if you keep me as well entertained as I expect. Otherwise..." SCP-GU411 chuckles, pointing at the door. "No door on earth will keep me from getting out."
The form before SCP-GU411 reads and was responded to as follows.
Name, Rocky *****.
Age, 32.
Anomalous ability(s), Willpower.
Extent of anomalous abilities, Limitless.
Age of anomalous ability manifestation, Five years of age.
Threat to staff, Not likely unless attacked.
Threat to other SCP's, Depends on the SCP.
Willingness to cooperate with foundation, Willing.
Objections to working with other staff and(or) SCP's, Again depends on the SCP.
Preferred manner of addressing the subject, By name.
Preferred diet, Normal human diet.
Escape risk, No risk.
SCP-GU411 hands the clipboard and pen back to the male researcher. "So.. what will be the punishment?"
The male researcher speaks while looking over the clipboard. "That will be determined later by the 05 council. For now, you will be provided with meals, here, for the duration of the day." He pauses. "You say here that you are not an escape risk?!"
SCP-GU411 nods.
The female researcher perks up. "Why is that? What is so appealing about being contained instead of returning to your home?"
SCP-GU411 leans back. "I have my reasons. The fact that I will abstain from harming the personnel should be enough, for now."
"I am sorry, sir, but we will need to see cooperation and less damage to foundation property." The female researchers pushes.
SCP-GU411 shrugs. "I suppose I can play nice, for now, until I see progress being made."
As they get up to exit, SCP-187 walks by, a blindfold on and a cane in hand, and stops to survey the scene, which is to say tapping it with the cane. "You certainly made a mess, sir."
SCP-GU411 chuckles. "It must look highly uncivilized. I apologize."
SCP-187 smiles. "It is quite alright. This place has seen much worse things than this."
"Perhaps you would be so kind as to fulfill that inquiry for me?" SCP-GU411 asks.
SCP-187 pauses, listening to the number of people breathing. "It appears you have company and are under heavy guard. Another time?"
SCP-GU411 snaps his fingers with a smirk. "Rain check it is then."
SCP-187 nods with a smile, continuing down the hall.
The researchers turn back to SCP-GU411.
"What manner of inquiry were you hoping for?" The female researcher asks.
SCP-GU411 shrugs. "She can see a person's future. What else do you think I wanted?"
"How do you know that?! That is classified information!!" The male researcher asks gruffly.
SCP-GU411 smirks at him. "I hacked the system, read all the files, and memorized them."
The male researcher rears back slightly in surprise, his expression quickly turning to anger. "Forget my offer to lessen the blowback, I can't help you out of this one."
SCP-GU411 raises slowly and looks them in the eyes. "That's cool. Means I will not owe you any favors later."
As they exit, the female researcher mumbles to herself. "If you survive."
Once gone, SCP-GU411 approaches the doorway and leans against it. "Cheery pair, aren't they?"
One of the guards, outside, rolls his eyes. "They probably didn't get their morning cup of coffee, seeing as they were rushed down here to evaluate you."
"Piss poor effort, if you ask me. Speaking of which, who wants a cup?" SCP-GU411 asks.
The guards look at each other.
"We can't move from this spot, director's orders." Another comments.
SCP-GU411 pokes his head out with a smile. "All I have to do is make some noise and demand whatever I want."
One of the jumpier guards quickly points his rifle at SCP-GU411.
SCP-GU411 glances at him and then back to the others. "So! Who wants coffee?!"
The guards smile.
"I guess we could all use a cup." The first one responds, motioning to the guard to lower his rifle.
"Sweet!" SCP-GU411 exclaims, turning around. "Get ready, here comes the noise!"
SCP-GU411 begins stomping his feet, leaving indentions in the floor, all the while chanting "COFFEE! COFFEE!!!"
The guards do not react, instead glancing inside to ensure SCP-GU411 was not attempting to escape.
More guards arrive quickly, only to find SCP-GU411 cross-legged on the floor.
"So! Did you bring that coffee I asked for?" SCP-GU411 asks with a goofy smile. "Oh, and get some for these fine gentlemen too. Chop chop!"
"Listen here! You can not just demand anything you want!" The head guard snaps back.
SCP-GU411 stands and taps his heel on the floor. "On the contrary! You do realize whose containment cell is below me?"
The guards look puzzled at this question.
"It is SCP-682, and if I don't get what I want, I can promise that overgrown iguana is going to receive a rude awakening." SCP-GU411 smiles. "I didn't just memorize every SCP's file, I memorized the layout of every facility, and planned that you would bring me to this cell."
The head guard grits his teeth, while the other guards step back nervously.
"Threating the lives of personnel will not be looked upon favorably." The head guard growls.
SCP-GU411 stomps his foot again, as a loud roar emanates from the floor below. "I'd hurry up, if I was you. Two sugars, three creams, and no fucking decaf, so.. help.. me.. God."
The head guard motions to the four other guards present to fetch the coffee, for themselves and SCP-GU411, while he and his men standby.
The four guards quickly hurry down the hall.
SCP-GU411 smiles, sitting back down. "So nice to see you are being reasonable."
"I don't think you will be smiling for much longer. Rumor is, you will be meeting SCP-173 later today." The head guard grins.
SCP-GU411 leans to the side to look, around the guard, at the door across the hall. "I could say hello right now, for that matter. I am sure he is curious as to who was making so much noise last night."
The head guard holds up his hand. "You aren't going anywhere until orders are confirmed."
Just then, a voice comes over the radio.
The head guard smirks. "Orders just dropped, open SCP-173's containment cell."
SCP-GU411 groans as he gets up, stretching his arms. "And me without a cup of coffee. Allow me to assist you." SCP-GU411 walks into the hall and throws his broken door aside.
Per procedure, three officers stand by, fixing their eyes on the door as it is opened.
SCP-173 stands motionless in the center of the room, facing the door.
"Live through this and you can have all the coffee you want!" The head guard laughs.
SCP-GU411's cuffs are removed and he slowly walks into SCP-173's cell. "I'll do better than survive."
"Don't blink!" The head guard exclaims mockingly as the door is shut behind SCP-GU411.
SCP-GU411 stares at SCP-173 as the researchers watch the video feed.
Being still a good distance from SCP-173, SCP-GU411 blinks quickly, once open again he sees SCP-173 has advanced towards him.
"You really should keep your distance from me.. if you know what is good for you." SCP-GU411 says calmly. He then pauses. "I am not going to have a staring match with you, SCP-173." SCP-GU411 sighs, as he walks forward, keeping his eyes fixed on the statue. "Instead, let's test the durability of that exterior versus my strength."
SCP-GU411 walks straight up to SCP-173 and punches it once, sending it sliding back a few inches. SCP-GU411 smiles. "If that is the result of a normal punch, then this will be interesting." He says, punching it again.
This time, bits of SCP-173 break away, as it flies back ten feet, into the containment cell wall becoming lodged in it. SCP-GU411 blinks quickly again, but SCP173 does not attempt to move.
SCP-GU411 signs, crossing his arms. "You are smart.. I will give you that. You realize I just broke you, albeit slightly. But, let it not be said I wasn't fair." He then turns to face the opposite direction. "Here, have a go of it."
The researchers' notes of this incident are as follows.
We watched as SCP-GU411 turned his back to SCP-173-1. 173 then advanced quickly, attempting to break GU411's neck. Instead of being successful, we were surprised when GU411 turned and delivered a kick to 173's head, again sending it into a nearby wall. SCP-173 appears to have its head stuck in the wall, as GU411 again gives it a chance to move. GU411 advances again, this time breaking off an arm and hitting SCP-173 with it until its other arm is removed. We can clearly see the rebar skeleton exposed. The assault continues for over an hour until SCP-173-1 is rendered, as we have judged, terminated.
SCP-GU411 continues until his assault until all that remains of the statute is dust and rebar. He then grabs the rebar and twists them together into a large club. "I know you multiplied before, so the foundation really doesn't care that I destroyed you. Your bones shall be my spoils, you metal my weapon." SCP-GU411 then proceeds back to the door, knocking on it with the club. "You can open up now. I am done." SCP-GU411 exclaims.
The door slowly opens and the guards peek inside.
"H.. how?!" The head guard asks in shock.
SCP-GU411 steps past him, leaning over to his ear. "Because I'm smarter, stronger, and faster than a sight locked statue."
One of the four guards hands SCP-GU411 his coffee. After finishing it off, SCP-GU411 looks at a nearby camera. "If there is nothing else, I am going to the cafeteria for breakfast." SCP-GU411 turns back to the four guards. "Care to escort me?"
As they begin down the hall, the head guard turns quickly in rebuttal. "W.. wai...."
"Let him go." The voice over the radio exclaims gruffly. "He has yet to harm any personnel. It is safe to assume he will not start now. SCP-173-1 was a small loss to confirm this man as an ally."
"Good call!" SCP-GU411 shouts back