''So what was your name again...sir?''
''Aox,my name is Aox.''
Man in a lab coat was standing infront of Aox writing on a paper the answers Aox gived.He was a professinal scientist at SCP foundation.He was tasked to intrigate a new SCP,a reality bender.
The lab was sterile and dimly lit, the hum of fluorescent lights adding a tension to the atmosphere. Aox, sitting across from the man in the lab coat, felt the weight of the scientist's gaze. He had been through countless interviews, but this one felt different.
"Can you describe your abilities?" the scientist asked, his pen poised over the paper. Aox shifted slightly in his chair.
"I dont know,i existed for several Earth hours."
The scientist scribbled furiously, nodding as he listened.
"Several Earth hours?" the scientist repeated, his brow furrowed. "Could you elaborate on that? What do you mean by 'existing'?"
Aox leaned back, the sterile chair creaking under him. "I'm aware of my surroundings, my thoughts, but I don't have a clear grasp of time. It's like... I'm part of the moment, but I can't define it."
Aox while in the car that was going to SCP foundation looked at humans using his powers and figured out most basics in human life.He also understand he should wear clothing so he created a red robe.
Aox was 2 meter tall,had a dark blue-black skin with white glowing eyes.Anyway back to the introgation.
The scientist nodded slowly, his expression a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. "So you perceive existence, but without a traditional understanding of time. How does that affect your interactions with reality? Can you manipulate it in any way?"
Aox considered the question, the faint hum of the lights punctuating the silence. "It's... complicated. When I focus on something, I can bend it, twist it, reshape it. But it's not like I control it in a direct sense. It feels more like... I'm influencing the fabric of what's around me."
The scientist leaned forward, his pen moving more slowly now, as if weighing each word. "Can you give me an example? Something concrete?"
Aox thought for a moment. "When I was in the car, I noticed the trees outside. I wanted them to shift into a different form—like clouds. And they did, for a brief moment. But then they snapped back."
"Fascinating," the scientist muttered, jotting down notes. "So there's a limit to your influence. What determines that limit?"
Aox frowned, struggling to articulate a feeling he barely understood. "I think... there is not a limit...''
''Okay,we will call you SCP-8000 now...''
Man started writing something.He gived a nood and said.
''Okay,thanks our personal will guide you to your room.''
Aox POV:
I followed them,they lead me into a small room with no decoration.They always tought about my danger level for some reason.There will be no need for security because of my abilitys as far as i understood from the conversation.
Anyway this room looks small and empty need to chancge it.
Aox stood in the small, sterile room, feeling a strange mix of confinement and possibility. The bare walls felt oppressive, a stark contrast to the vibrant thoughts swirling in his mind. He could sense the potential to reshape this space, to fill it with something more reflective of his own essence.
Taking a deep breath, he focused inward, reaching out to the very fabric of the room. It felt like a thread in his consciousness, waiting for his influence. As he concentrated, he envisioned colors and shapes, the warmth of sunlight filtering through a window, the soothing rustle of leaves.
Gradually, the air around him began to shimmer. The walls shifted, colors blooming like flowers in spring. A gentle gradient of blues and greens enveloped him, creating an illusion of an open sky overhead. A soft breeze seemed to whisper through the room, and a large tree materialized in one corner, its branches swaying lightly.
Satisfied, Aox stepped back, taking in his work. The room felt more alive now, a reflection of the world he had glimpsed during his brief existence. He sat down on the soft grass that had appeared beneath him, a smile tugging at his lips. This felt more like home.
But then, a soft knock at the door interrupted his moment of tranquility. The door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside—a young woman dressed in a standard SCP Foundation uniform. Her eyes widened at the transformation before her.
"What... how did you do this?" she asked, a mix of awe and apprehension in her voice.
Aox tilted his head, the glowing white of his eyes softening. "I simply influenced the room to match my thoughts. It felt... necessary."
She stepped further inside, cautiously approaching the tree. "You really are a reality bender," she murmured, half to herself. "SCP-8000… this is incredible."
"I prefer Aox," he replied gently, his voice resonating with a calmness that belied his unusual nature. "Names carry meaning, don't they?"
The woman nodded, collecting herself. "Of course. Aox it is. I'm Dr. Mei, part of the research team assigned to you. I came to check on your well-being and to see if you had any questions."
Aox considered her words, the warmth of the room making him feel oddly comfortable. "What do you seek from me, Dr. Mei?"
She paused, contemplating. "Understanding, mostly. We need to learn about your abilities to ensure everyone's safety. But also… to understand you as a being. You're not just an anomaly to be studied; you have thoughts, feelings, a consciousness."