Chapter 12

As I layed on the crater I contemplated what I wanted to do now. My transformation into what I can only call the embodiment of domination had been something I didn't enjoy. All that power is not worth it if I suddenly have an inability to empathize or actually feel anything.

Though the experience did help me orient my goals a bit more. One thing I had thought about really was true, why was I allowing the Foundation to do all this to me? I had tried to justify their actions by trying to understand how things were developing from their point of view.

Human makes deal with devil and becomes all powerful. If you tell that to anyone, they'd be rightfully paranoid about that human. Now imagine an organization that on a daily basis has to deal with that kind of bs.

With a sigh I decided I would leave.

I had given the Foundation a chance to cooperate with me. I had extended an olive branch and they had slapped it out of my hand, burned it, and then pissed on the ashes.

I understood their need to kill a being that kept getting stronger and stronger, but their lack of wisdom was just appalling. Maybe this was an irregularity. The Foundation just may not be used to actual beings on my level that say they want to help and actually mean it. I wasn't gonna keep trying to reason with them any longer though.

I had given them a chance to have someone that could deal with the shit they couldn't, and they decided they didn't want the help. This was obviously not an experiment, this was a termination attempt.

I stood up and walked out of the giant crater.

Becoming that embodiment had given me a much, much better perspective of what I was, of who I was. This meant that I could safely use my version of 'Flash Air' and not leave something like my soul behind after my teleportation. I had been reluctant to try it out. Now that I knew everything that was a part of me, I did not have the risk of fucking up the teleportation spell expy.

I walked up to the door from where I had entered the cell. I would leave a message to the Foundation before I left. I dominated my mind and ordered it to not change no matter what, and then I focussed on the limits I had self imposed on myself.

My physical limits were tied to my mental ones. How annoying. I had hoped I could have the same level of strength without losing so many of my emotions, at least physically.

I did not feel any confidence at transforming again and not losing myself to my omnipotent self. I hated that I had lost my emotions. I hated that I could not control all my power without losing what made me human once. Are all beings so tied to concepts like that? So devoid of emotions?

I hoped not, maybe some just learned how to have emotions, or some fought to keep theirs in the first place. Maybe I could ask someone for help? I did not know any other conceptual sane being though, at least in this universe.

Still, the door had remained unlocked so I concentrated on bringing my flames back into reality once more. This time I had a much easier time controlling them. It was like they finally recognized me.

I destroyed the door and started walking towards where I felt Bright's soul.

Alarms started going off like the last time I had just walked where I wanted to walk towards instead of where the Foundation wanted me to walk to. They really did dehumanize me, not only to their staff but also to myself.

I felt a pang of sadness hit me really hard. This was depressing. I just wanted to be on cordial terms with one of humanity's first lines of defense against anything and everything.

As I walked through the corridors, following the running Bright, destroying door after door, I felt the need to just lie down and have some rest. I needed to have some me time, but I knew what I was doing was more important than just wallowing in my thoughts so I continued on.

I tried teleporting next to Bright and actually did it. I wasn;t really happy about it though. Bright looked at me, his hair in a mess and his breathing hard and sharp.

"Jackt, I have allowed myself to be a captive of the Foundation for far too long. I had hoped that I would be at least respected in some manner. I did not want to be feared, nor seen as an enemy."

Dr. Bright gasped for some air as I focussed my anger on him.

"I have been treated like a rabid dog. I have been treated like a nuisance. Not like a living being that actually wanted to help the Foundation."

Bright fell to his knees as I released more of my soul. "It was not my decision." He rasped.

"I know, I know that Jake."

I bent down and grabbed his necklace. His eyes shot out wide. His mouth opened in surprise.

I hummed. It seems like my domination of my own mind could indeed negate 'change' from affecting me.

I let go of the pendant and looked him in the eye.

"Y'know, I can actually kill you. Not like SCP-682 or SCP-076-2 can, but actually destroy your soul. I can end your existence with a thought alone."

He flinched back as much as he could. It wasn't much since his face was now pressed against the ground but he tried his best.

"But I won't do that Jake. I won't kill you."

He opened his mouth and heaved out a very painful wheeze that sounded like a 'Why?'

"I am not doing it in the name of the friendship we've had. I am not doing it because I don't hate you. I am not killing you because I am not a bad person, that is why I will not kill you."

I patted him on the back and stood up straight.

"I won't go around killing people because that's not who I am."

I sealed my soul as much as I could and concentrated on the bar I was last at. I did not want to just leave and start causing pandemonium wherever I ended up.

The distance between two things didn't mean much if one was teleporting. I had learned this when I had teleported some air around my cell.

I looked one last time at Jack who was trying his best to stand much after being affected by my presence.

"Y'know, I could have helped the Foundation so much. Don't you think it's a shame that your organization is so extremist?"

I teleported away.

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Being homeless is a less daunting experience when you are immortal. I literally didn't have to eat, sleep, or shit. I was actually pretty dandy all things considered.

My aura had scared people around me for like a week before I discovered I could use domination to make people not notice it. I felt a bit dirty messing with minds but it was better than some random undercover agent discovering me.

The same happened with my hair. Maybe it was the fact that shiny red crimson hair was unnatural or maybe my presence as a higher being brought attention to me, but people seemed to like pointing at me. It was easily fixed when I dominated my hair into changing color.

I had worried that I would be discovered and tracked down fast, but nothing had happened whatsoever. I had been allowed by the universe to just walk around the countryside unimpeded.

Now, some of you may wonder, but Gabriel, you don't know anything about tracking people down. How would you know if you are being followed or not? Well the answer to that is that I can feel souls, and not a single soul has been following me around.

I was still a bit lonely but hey, freedom!

… It wasn't as interesting as I thought. When I realized that I had been in the SCP verse I had thought that I was going to be finding abnormalities left and right once the Foundation felt comfortable with me leaving a site. Everything seemed pretty chill though, all things considered, the universe was still not that weird.

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Pov - Assistant Director of Personnel of Site-19: Dr. Jack Bright

"So, has there been any news on Gabe?" I asked the Director Moose.

She actually wasn't really bothered by Gabriel's escape. Though many considered it more of a 'leaving peacefully'.

"No Dr. Bright. SCP-12725 has not made any appearances since he left."

Bummer, he was fun to be around.

"Not even some suspicious activity?" I leaned towards her and she leaned back.

"Bright, you know Site-19's job is not to go around finding SCPs. Why would I have that information?"

"Well… you are a director. You have an important position. And Gabe was part of Site-19 at some point."

"SCP-12725 was not part of Site-19, SCP-12725 was a prisoner of Site-19. We have gone over this before Dr. Bright."

I wanted to argue that what she said wasn't true when a guard entered the office.

"Director Moose, we have a situation. It appears one of our d-class personnel was an undercover agent. They left a couple of minutes ago when word finally got to the d-class of SCP-12725's escape."

Director Moose stood up from her seat and glared at the guard.

"Why wasn't he detected? Have you started screening the rest of the d-class?"

"We are not sure how he got through the anti spy measures, but he went above and beyond to trick us. The d-class did not have a single thing on him to connect him to any GoI. We have begun checking on the rest of the personnel for possible infiltrations."

The director sighed as she sat down again. She rubbed her temples as she seemed to contemplate something. "You know what, Dr. Bright, you seem to have an interest in SCP-12725. Why don't you write the new report we have to send to the O5 about it? The possibility another organization is going to try to either terminate 12725 or come in contact with it is too high, and we are not sure what consequences it could have."

I groaned and the director had a hint of a smirk when she heard me. I didn't like doing paperwork. Especially when that paperwork was going to be sent to the O5, they are picky on the formatting of reports and complain a lot when things are out of order.

I saluted the director with as much enthusiasm I had left. "Yes ma'am."

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Addendum 12725-12

SCP-12725 object class has been changed to apollyon class. Justification: SCP-12725 has shown the ability to both break out of Site-81 and Site-19. Additional information: SCP-12725 always had stated it only stayed contained because it wanted to.

After Incident 12725-3, SCP-12725 somehow teleported out of Site-19, ignoring all reality anchors that had been constructed around Site-19.

SCP-12725's current location is unknown. Due to SCP-12725's shape shifting abilities, it is believed the Foundation may never come in contact with SCP-12725 again.

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POV - Tats 14238725/726: Reece Stafford Devin Ellighton

As the ray of blue lights disappeared and I stumbled down a platform.

I stumbled out of the apportation room and walked into a living room. There I was greeted by Dud sitting on a very comfortable looking couch. He was in the middle of eating some popcorn when he saw me.

"Welcome back Tats." He greeted me cheerily while Rocky played on the giant Tv in front of him.

"Fuck off. Next time we have to infiltrate somewhere you are going to be the infiltrator." He laughed and reached into a drawer on the end table next to him. He passed me some new clothes and I began changing. That dumb orange one piece was horrible.

"Was it that bad?" He asked as I finished putting on my get up and held up my hand towards him.

"No but it was annoying as fuck. Now pass me the imprinter. Not having my tattoo is making me nervous." He passed it to me and we began walking towards this houses' kitchen.

"Heh, Tats." He was still laughing at that?

"Fuck you." I was still salty my codename. Taking off the tattoo was important damnit. They checked for those on d-class guys.

"Heh."

And we fell into silence. I lifted my shirt and pressed the imprinter to my abdomen and turned it on. The sizzling of flesh sounded for a moment and I grunted in momentary pain.

With the new tattoo finally on me I grabbed some water bottles from a drawer and began drinking.

Sling walked into the kitchen and looked at me. "I felt the apportation gate being used. So… why did you come back so soon? Got discovered? Were you about to die?"

I grunted. "The Foundation made an Ex Machine threat unhappy with their containment."

That stopped Sling on her tracks. She looked at Dud and then back at me with an incredulous expression.

"They had an Ex Machina threat in Site-19?"

"Well, no, not before I got there anyways." I was not sure when Gabriel was brought into Site-19 but he sure as hell wasn't there before me.

Dud sat down on a chair and looked seriously at me. "So, what, the Foundation just found a random Type-Black on the streets and invited it over or what?"

Now this was the annoying part. "I don't know much, most of what I know may actually be incorrect."

"And why is that?" Desk walked into the conversation.

"Most of my information comes from rumors." D-class personnel didn't have much to do, so they liked to gossip.

"Only hearsay?" Desk had taken a fancy to that word after watching some video about Johnny Depp's trail.

"Well, I interacted with it once."

"... And?"

"He seemed like a pretty chill dude to me."

"Wait he? Not it?"

"Nope, too human. But man, he gave me the scare of my life."

"He threatened you?" Wish he had.

"Nope, after I met him, the Foundation had him fight Shy Guy."

"For real? Was Shy Guy finally destroyed?"

"More like fucking erased. I was all the way back in my cell when it was just fucking erased form existance and I still felt the amount of power 12725 used."

"You are calling the new Type-Black 12725?"

"Well, this one crazy guy they had us help around called him Red all the time, but that sounds too misleading and broad. The Foundation designated him as SCP-12725 Though some of the more crazy d-class called him Red Angel."

"And why is that?" Sling piped in.

"Well, Red apparently escaped not only Site-19 but also Site-81. I guess it gave some people hope that freedom was possible."

AN

Alright people, my test week begins on Monday and Imma have to study a lot. Chapters may come out slower because of this.

GoI means Groups of Interest.

Now, I know a lot of people don't know jack shit about the GoC. I'm going to try to explain some things. The GoC is basically a Foundation, but instead of being all about containment, they are all about terminating SCPs.

They are founded by the UN and basically are a bunch of different organizations working under one banner.

Their goals are to secure the survival of the human race, to conceal the existence of 'threats', to protect humans, to destroy parathreats, and to learn more about them.

The Foundation is kinda but not kinda on friendly terms with the GoC. They are not antagonists on most if not all stories, but they do not get along with the Foundation. Mostly because of their propensity to destroy all abnormalities they can.

The GoC was created after WW2 and its leadership is called 'The Council of 108'.

They are divided into three branches which are:

PHYSICS Division

The GOC's action arm, equivalent to the United Nations' Peacekeeping Forces. Tasked with the observation, investigation, and capture/neutralization of Threat Entities (TEs).

Assessment Teams: Investigate and observe parathreats.

Strike Teams: Capture or eliminate parathreats.

PSYCHE Division

The GOC's diplomatic arm. Tasked with liaising with the paranormal community and maintaining peace between humanity and the occult powers.

Special Observers: GOC agents tasked with observing scientific, archeological, and other investigations for possible emergent parathreats.

Ambassadors: Maintain diplomatic contacts with non-hostile occult powers.

PTOLEMY Division

The GOC's support arm. Tasked with supporting the other arms of the GOC and maintaining the smooth operation of the organization.

Quartermasters: Logistics and support. Handle everything from distribution of weapons and armor to coordinating food and supply management at GOC facilities.

Research and Development: Coordinates research into new technologies by the 108 member organizations, and directs/funds new research and development.

Copied from: Global Occult Coalition Casefiles.

That is all I'm saying of them. If anyone wants to know more, I invite them to do some research. They do not have that many stories but they are fairly interesting.

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