Fastening the lab coat unto me, I began to wonder what the fuck had just happened. I was being tortured for answers, but then I escaped. But that was what they had planned for, telling me The Shy Guy was outside my room. But then I had completely reversed the situation by telling then all their top secret information and that I was related to an omnipotent being.
Was it dumb of me to even refuse the simple question, "Is there a limit to your reality warping"? Yes. Absolutely, but I was high back them from my 'profound revelation'. And, they most certainly drugged me. So I was in fact high. But apparently instead of becoming very laid back and truthful, I became super arrogant?
Me of the then expected for them to get really scared and release me back to my containment cell or something, or perhaps send in the Shy Guy to execute me after calling my bullshit.
What I, and me of the then, was not expecting however, was to be offered a position to work with the foundation. It made sense, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but I more so expected them to simply give me more amenities while figuring out if what I said was bullshit somehow.
Actually, them recruiting me worked better with both of those things. It was only dangerous because I had powers and could potentially cripple them. But then again, what was the lives of a few mortals worth in their pursuit of godhood?
If they could reverse engineer what the Scarlet King 'had done to me', wouldn't they take a gigantic leap on that stairway to omnipotence? The lives of the many were not needed for that.
Anyway, that was why—after a bit of tense silence from the 05, and an awkward meeting with the dude who interviewed me—I was officially a Juinor researcher. The lowest level of researcher.
Junior Researcher Asmodeus. Quite the title if you ask me. Also, quite the way to make the person in front of you think you are an edge lord.
But back to the matter at hand. I wasn't exactly an employee of the foundation. More like someone who lived there and had to do some chores and pay a little rent to make the actual owner's life easier.
Basically, I was going to research SCPs with my magic (under heavy supervision of the foundation), and report back on the results. They didn't quite trust me enough yet to let me contain SCPs, as I could let them loose in an instant (or if I die), and theoretically I could mind control the thing. Although they didn't know I had that, but they weren't beyond it.
But, with their newfound 'evidence', I wasn't so sure they would ever rule out that possibility.
'Just like I had done to SCP-029' supposedly. A few hours after my fight with SCP-029, the dark spots faded on her body and hair started to grown on her again. Supposedly she had forgotten all about her strangling past and merely remembered punching me in the face.
She had also lost her lust for human death and had been rendered quite peaceful and docile. Merely speaking out to defend me if I was insulted. She also called me her master, which was… quite confusing.
All of these factors led the foundation to believing I had mind controlled and wiped her. While I defended myself by saying it was likely just something to do with her, and not me. And that led to me being put in the same room as SCP-029. A crosstest.
Fucking hell.
Staring across the room from me was the pale body of SCP-029, who had now been outfitted in clothing. A plain white insane aslume outfit. Seeing me entering the room she smiled, her teeth looking darker than her skin at the moment. Not that they were yellow.
"Master!"
Prostrating herself on the floor in front of me, SCP-029 spoke with reverance. Ominously enough the same exact tone she had referred to the 'Goddes Kail' before in.
This- I didn't like this.
Prostrating herself on the floor for a few more tens of seconds, I realized I had to signal for her to get up. "Stand?" I said, doubting that would work.
In the next instant after that however, was SCP-029 shooting up like a springboard. Standing rigedly in front of me, SCP-029 looked with teary eyes at me as she spoke, "Master, please forgive my grave transgressions upon you in the past."
So… was she like a doll? Whoever beat her in combat became her master?
Yeah… I wasn't going to deal with this.
"Revert your loyalty to the 'Goddes Kali'. Do not question this order." I stated blankly. Staring at the frozen expression of SCP-029.
"What? I'm sorry master, but I can only be loyal to one person, you. If this is about me hitting you-", she tried to explains, only to be cut off by me. To which she stopped talking instantly.
"Do you remember the circumstances in which you hit me?" I asked, trying to jog her memory so that I wouldn't be saddled with a formerly psychopathic killer. As that wouldn't look good on my record.
"I remember you strangling me and I began to fight back against it…" She said slowly… as if trying very hard to remember something. Yes! Thats it, remember your Goddess so she won't be pissed at me and torture me to death!
SCP-029's face shot up, "But that was wrong of me! I should never hit master ever! No matter the circumstances." She said matter of factly. As of we hadn't been in a murder-off.
But, her words left some gap I could potentially exploit. "Then, what if I asked you to hit me?" This should break whatever code she has ingrained in her… or she will just say 'no', or hit me.
"Well, if you specifically requested it master. I can hit you. Please tell me where and how hard." SCP-029 said, standing up from her chair, although her eyes were pleading for me to say 'it's a joke, I would never make my beloved servant hit me'.
I could only sigh and prepare to ask the next question the foundation had told me to ask. "No, you don't have to hit me." She sighed and sat back down in her chair, prompting me to ask my question.
"How do your powe- ' anomalous abilities' work?" I said, using the exact wording that had been said to me. Now this should be an interesting part. As understanding how my own abilities work would be essential, and should be essential for everyone and everything else too.
"My abilities are a weaker and less profound version of your own amazing abilities, master."
… my own abilities? I just made her several times more powerful then. But, will it be passive or active? And also, how will I explain her still mind controling people if I hadn't explained I gained her ability.
Could I…?
Under the table, I began to form components in the palm of my closed hand. Two layers of cover were needed, as I had no idea what surveillance methods they had.
[Mind Magic: Transfer Thought], [Create Record 1: Do] [Create Record 2: Not] … (Do not show your mind magic unless explicitly told by me to do so. I shall say the key phrase 'Skibidi' when requesting you to do so) … [Collect Records] [Combine Records] [Select Target] [Insert Combined Record Into Target]
Was the complete spell I was going to create. Some might say it wasn't needed as I could just not ask her about her mind magic. But I would say the foundation wasn't dumb, nor average, nor (most of the time) exceedingly smart. But rather incredibly cautious and paranoid. As they should be. So it wouldn't be beyond them to wonder if the master gained the power of the servant, even with the most logical explanation being it was 'Goddes Kali's' power.
But, seeing the sheer amount of components in it, it would take too long of a time to create in silence, so I split my attention to talk to SCP-029. Reducing my creation speed to 1 component a second. I could do 2, but I would sound mentally handicapped talking in incomplete sentences and slowly at that.
I've tested this.
"Then, would you like to.. demonstrate some of my abilities? Please start with the.. fire magic." I said, speaking relatively slowly. But not slow enough for it to seem like I was doing something else, just thinking carefully on what to say.
"Sure thing master!" She said exuberantly. And, without even concentrating, a spell formed in her hand. Still blabbering on exitedly about what she was going to showcase first about fire magic.
…what?
My concentration broke. The spell in my hand nearly imploding when I left the intent of 'record' on repeat. Past me had been on the reviving end of said explosion when he tried to cram everything to make a fireball spell in one square.
I returned to my concentration a moment later, not even registering SCP-029's words as she then made the flame on her hand morph into a fireball and then into the shape of a square and triangle.
She then made two fireballs, and changed their shape at the same time as well as she did before. Although now that I was prepared for this I didn't take too much notice of it.
Just as my spell was about to me complete, she then did another shocking thing. Coating herself in flames and shooting flames off of her without a spell while still babling. I tuned back in for this part.
"-I infuse your power into the fire with the intent to make it move according to certain actions. Like hitting a button on a controller."
Hmm… maybe this partnership wouldn't be so futile afterall?