The door to my containment room opened and in came four heavily armed guards. All wearing protective equipment. Getting up from the bed on which I was thinking about magic, I was surrounded on all sides by the guards before they shepherded me out into the hallways.
The walk was a silent one, and very uncomfortable for both me and the guards. Luckily, it didn't last long as within two minutes we had reached my destination. After further shepherding me into the room, two stood next to me while the other two stood next a middle aged man in a chair that was opposite to another. Separated by a panel of probably bullet proof glass.
That guy was definitely who was interviewing me.
Sitting on the chair opposite to the man, he waited to see if I had anything to say before he started with his own questions. I did not.
"SCP-657. From the report I have gotten on you, you seemingly guessed that an organization like The Foundation existed? And you wanted to be in contact with them. Resulting in you doing your little magic trick in front of that camera. Correct?" The researcher said questioningly to me.
"That is correct. But, I had hoped this wouldn't be a prison." I insulted The Foundation. "We aren't a prison, just a protection facility. Many human SCPs would have been hunted and killed by enemy organizations. While many would have terrorized the world." The researcher said smoothly, clearly having said this line many times before.
Well.. if you put it like that. It made a lot of sense.
"You say human SCPs, does that mean that there are non-human SCPs?" I acted innocent. "Indeed. Now I'm going to ask a question. What are the limits of your reality warping, and do we need to worry about you attempting to escape? If so, within reason, what would you want to make you not want to escape?" Straight to the point, huh?
"I don't know the limits of my magic yet, as I decided to come here before then. And as long as I'm not being thrown into some death pit, and I can get at least a few hours to practice my magic, you don't need to worry about me escaping." I answered each of his questions one by one.
"Hm, I like your attitude. Now, for my next question. I can tell that you aren't dumb, but you refer to your reality warping as 'magic', what makes you think it different from that?" The researcher asked. "Well, I don't know how reality warping works. But I can say that what I do is probably different than it. Can I demonstrate?" I didn't want to go on a long winded explanation of my magic, so I'd prefer to just show and do a little bit of tell.
"Please do." He said, getting up from his chair and moving backwards. Doing the same as him, the two guards around me also backed away. Rasing my hand into the air, I decided that I'd do the not-very-hot-but-not-cold fire spell.
A triangle formed in the air encompassing three smaller squares—nearing the maximum of four squares per triangle—of [Create Flame], [Keep Flame], and [Follow Hand]. The researcher widened his eyes at the sight of it and quickly took a photo as I held the spell from going off for him to do so.
Pouring my mana into the spell, a stream of vary visible blue left my hand and went into the triangle. A flame was created. After waving my hand around for a few seconds the mana ran out. Killing the flame.
Sitting back down on the chair across from the researcher, he stated, "I see how you could perceive it as being different from reality warping. However, more testing will be needed to confirm if your conjecture about it being 'magic' is true. And even if it is, you will still be classified as a reality warper."
Before I followed up with, "Anything else you need of me then?" I asked to which the researcher replied. "A lot. Such as, how exactly does your 'magic' work? But most importantly why do you need the.. shapes in the air? And what was that 'blue stream' you pushed into the triangle?" He replied.
"Well now, I'm not going to give away everything about me without some sort of benefit. And I only want one thing in return. The privilege to start working whatever here is, rather than being whatever SCP stands for."
I wasn't asking this because I wanted to help the world, or even the so called freedom I would gain. But because of the condition for my ability to work. That being I had to spend thirty minutes with them being in my sight. And I couldn't do this through cameras but I could do it through my magic.
The researcher looks at me silently for a few seconds before responding, "That is quite the request. Although I have heard that a few SCPs have indeed become researchers. I cannot make this decision however I can ask the higherups. But, give me a real reason why. Why should we accept you? Although you may have magic capabilities, that doesn't mean that you won't tell us how they work with other, less demanding requests."
He had me there. I would easily cave eventually with nothing but the room and my mind. But, I did in fact have a proposal that they would think long and hard over.
"That is true, however, my magic is more versatile than reality bending. I'm sure of that. Although it may lack the raw power reality bending's name suggests. Do you have a problem that is metaphysical in nature? No problem! I could create a barrier that contains it. Need a deal enforced, but it has to be kept secret? I could use a little magic to make it an oath!" Although most of the words coming out of my mouth were bullshit. I didn't know if I could do it or not right now. But I was sure that if I copied enough magic talent into my own, I could do it in due time.
And seemingly, the researcher picked up on my bullshit. "Are you sure you can do all of that?" I nodded, "Right now? Maybe. In the future? Most certainly." Deathly silence overtook the room. And right as he was about to speak, the blare of a siren and flashing red lights overshadowed him.
A security breach.
"I assume thats bad?" I said to the already panicing researcher. "Very. I would suggest getting back to your room immediately." He said. "While you go to some hidden bunker?" I replied. "Indeed." He said, not giving me a chance to speak as two of the four guards escorted him out.
Well, that was quite rude wasn't it?
Being picked up by the two guards who stayed with me off of the chair, I was hurriedly pushed through the halls that had panicked guards, D-Classes, and researchers alike running through them.
Seemingly, all was going well. Although I knew what I had just thought was a red flag, my thoughts had no affect on reality so whatever was going to happen next would have happened anyway. So I didn't concern myself with it.
Soon enough, we reached my containment cell. And right as I was about to get pushed into it, the voice of a little girl sounded. "Strangle him."
And in the very next moment, I found myself being held up by both of the guards around me. Their hands circling around my neck and gripping hard. Managing to glance behind me, I saw the source of the voice.
A pubescent female of Asiatic-Indian descent. She appears to suffer from alopecia universalis. Over 80% of her pigmentation is a true black, while the rest of her skin has a complete lack of melanin, to the point of albinism. Her eyes are also a dark black in color.
'SCP-029'. She has the ability to control the minds of men permanently when she looks at them.
Oh, and she was also naked. What the fuck SCP foundation, are you trying to get me canceled? Although we can ignore that in favor of trying to not die by strangulation.
[Generate Force] and [Push] were applied to two rapidly forming triangles forming in the air. The two guards by my side were shoved backwards a few meters before they regained balance. This fight was not going to be fun.