Chapter 1

Realizing you are in the SCP universe is a terrifying thing. I just woke up in a cell, with a bunch of other people in an orange prison-like uniform, when a group of men in a black armor walked in and commanded all of us "the d-class personnel" to follow them.

I was scared and confused of what was going on until I saw the sign all of the armored men had in their shoulder. A simple circle with 3 arrows pointing at its center.

I had been living for nearly 21 years in this world and I hadn't realized a thing. Or maybe I had and had just been mind whipped. Now that is a scary thought.

At the beginning I thought I was given a second chance after dying, I had considered the idea of being iseakied before. Pretty much every fan fiction reader's dream. I never really thought it would happen to me though. I was very much an atheist, never thought there was a higher being, and found the idea of being reincarnated a fun but silly idea.

I guess I couldn't deny the existence of gods anymore though. After all, I was pretty sure there existed multiple versions of them in the SCP verse, or at least many god-like beings.

When I was younger I assumed I was in a dangerous world; that is how every isekai ever begins, and I refused to be placed in a grimdark situation. I was quite nervous about everything. I was looking over my shoulder every 5 seconds, and at nights I would look for some kind of inner energy. Alas I never found anything, and eventually just accepted I was destined to live another normal life.

Then I felt a bit cheated. I could have been born in a magical world, one where superheroes were the norm, or even one where I could cultivate and grow stronger in time. But I guessed all of those were just myths in the end.

Now I only felt a sense of despair. For some reason I was now classified a d-class. I only remembered going out with some friends to a bar after my final test of the semester. The whole last week was very stressful, and even if I hated the taste of any alcoholic drink, I wanted to go out with my friends to relax some.

How did I end up here?

When I tried talking to what I assumed to be a security officer about why I was here, I was just ignored. It felt insulting, but maybe they were ordered to ignore every class-d personnel for security reasons. Didn't want a possessed d-class to be talking to anyone I guess, that was a real danger here I suppose. So I didn't let it affect me much.

We were separated into groups of 4, and ordered to put on a collar. It felt clunky and too big, but I didn't want to spend my last minutes alive being looked at like I was more of a pest than what the guards already thought I was.

We were next moved to a white room with nothing but some chairs and told to wait in silence.

The other class-d's with me were also nervous, though I was quite sure I looked like I was about to have a mental breakdown. One of the guys looked like what I assumed every thug would look like in a prison. The second person with us was playing with a pink bunny, and wasn't that terrifying. The last guy didn't speak English; I tried to distract myself trying to guess where he was from.

Didn't recognize the language he was speaking, and couldn't begin to guess his nationality by skin color alone. In the end, I just started to think of the many ways I could potentially die in the next few minutes.

Finally after what felt like 30 minutes of just sitting around in an empty room, the door to the room opened, and what appeared to be a researcher entered the room. He looked us over, like he was assessing how long we would survive whatever SCP he was going to make us throw ourselves over.

Finally, he seemed content with what he got and he spoke to us in a very condescending manner. Told us how we were about to make a deal with an "entity", and that we were to make it by thinking carefully how we worded things.

Now that just made a bunch of alarms go off in my head. Was I about to sell my soul? I liked my soul not selled thank you very much. I was looking left and right for a way out, I knew for a fact there wasn't one, but dammit I didn't want to lose my soul to some wannabe demon.

One of the guards looked over to me and made eye contact for a very long and uncomfortable time. I got the message, so I tried to stop looking like a cat who was just splashed with water and calm down.

I wasn't sure how good I did but the researcher continued to explain that we would be allowed to do any kind of deal, but that we should try to remember as much of the entity as we could so we could give a report on it.

So I guess we were not about to die. Hurray?

Pros, I know I'm potentially not about to die. Or is the procedure to tell the d-class to remember as much as they could? Cons, I'm potentially about to sell my soul for "the better good".

With his piece done, the scientist told the guards he was heading to the observation room, and left through the door he came through.

One of the guards manhandled the thug look alike and left with him through another door, towards what I thought was going to be his end.

After what could only be a couple of minutes, the radios on the rest of the guards went off, and an alarm could be heard. They did nothing but check on them and continued watching us.

Finally the guards came out of the room, and I couldn't help but notice the thug guy wasn't with him anymore…..

We were going to die here weren't we?

A new guard then took the non english speaker and left me and the bunny guy with the rest of the guards in complete silence again.

What could I ask the maybe, not maybe, demon? Some type of immortality, probably would end in my eternal suffering. A way to become god? Some kind of teleportation device? I really tried to think of what could potentially extend my life expectancy and at the same time, what I could give the entity in return.

After another couple of minutes something obviously bad happened because the inmate who walked in shot out of the room like a bullet, through the room we were in, broke through the closed door, and then continued through the hallway we came in from. Literally like a bullet, I didn't really know if they were the same person, but the orange blur matched the orange of our outfit, so it was probably him. Another alarm sounded off and I was just glad I wasn't in the way between the guy and the door because the guard who was, was thrown to the wall with enough force to break his arm.

The guards left appeared to panic, and only calmed down once the radio said something about a dead d-class and nothing else going wrong with the entity.

The guard who was inside the room walked out looking afraid and confused.

This was getting weird. Did he shoot off because he worded his deal wrong or something? Did I really have to pay that much attention on how I would word what I would likely try to negotiate with a possible devil?

One of the guards, the one that looked the least frazzled, grabbed the bunny guy, who complained about him almost hurting "Mopsy", who that was, I didn't want to know. And walked into the room.

I really needed to think how I was going to deal with the deal. Heh, get it? Yes? Can you tell I'm nervous?

I was trying to recall everything I knew about the SCP verse, and really was just realizing how many things I no longer remembered. How many things were different in this universe to my original one. Would I be considered an SCP by the Foundation's standards?

And then it came, a cry of mourning so loud I for a moment thought we were about to be killed by the shy guy or something. What site were we on? Which one was the most dangerous one?

Could I become a researcher and be spared if I revealed I knew more than I should? Like that one researcher, what was his name? Dr. Light?

I couldn't continue with my speculations since the guards came out of the room with a still very alive bunny guy, though he was crying his heart out and the bunny was nowhere to be seen.

Did he exchange whatever he asked for, for his bunny? That sounds a bit ridiculous. But…. SCPs so, meh? Technically anything could happen so whatever. I really wasn't sure what was going to happen to me in the next few minutes, and thinking about how a toy bunny was worth anything to an entity was not going to help me.

It took longer than what I thought it was going to take, but I was finally escorted into the room. And was very confused when I only saw a table and two chairs. I really wish I had read up on more of the SCP wiki because I had no idea what SCP it was.

The speakers in the room turned on, and the voice of the scientist explained how I could make a deal with the entity, and that whatever the entity wanted for the deal, would be taken from me, even if it was an abstract thing, like memories.

The guard that came in with me pointed to the less majestic looking of the two chairs and I walked up to it. I hesitated for a moment, but a look from the guard steeled my decision on what I was going to ask the entity for. And so, I sat down.

AN

This is my first time writting a story since second grade. How was it? Are there any mistakes? Y'know how I could make it better?

Thanks for reading.