Grabnok the Destroyer -167

SCP-507, also known as the "Reluctant Dimension Hopper," was a relatively ordinary man before his anomalous condition turned his life upside down. He had no extraordinary abilities, no superheroic past, and certainly no desire for adventure.

His real name was forgotten in the annals of the SCP Foundation, as he was simply known by his designation, or the growing list of nicknames was picking up, which included Tommy, Steve and Grabnok the Destroyer.

His life before he awoke this strange power was mostly forgotten; so many horrible experiences hand caused him to forget much about those times. He was rather thankful for the Foundation, they allowed him some measure of calm and comfort between his shifts.

507's anomaly was both a curse and a puzzle. Without warning, he would be involuntarily transported to alternate dimensions. These shifts could occur at any moment, leading him to worlds that ranged from subtly different versions of his own to realms filled with nightmarish and bizarre realities. Each jump left him disoriented and drained, the unpredictability of his travels being the only constant in his life.

The SCP Foundation discovered SCP-507 after one of his unintended dimensional shifts brought him into one of their secure facilities. Recognizing the potential dangers of his uncontrolled dimension-hopping, they contained him for his safety and the safety of others.

Despite the confinement, SCP-507 was treated with a degree of empathy uncommon for SCP subjects. He was provided with a comfortable cell, psychological support, and constant monitoring to better understand his anomaly and possibly find a way to control it.

Despite their efforts, SCP-507 remained a reluctant traveler, his jumps unpredictable and uncontrollable. He coped as best he could, developing a cautious and observant nature to survive in the myriad worlds he visited. Over time, he gathered knowledge about various dimensions, but the randomness of his travels meant he never stayed long enough to form lasting connections.

One moment, SCP-507 was in his Foundation cell, and the next, he felt the familiar disorienting sensation of a dimensional shift. His vision blurred, and the world around him twisted and warped. When his senses cleared, he found himself standing in the middle of a bustling city street.

The buildings were tall but not overwhelmingly so, the architecture familiar yet different enough to signal he was no longer in his own dimension.

"Where am I this time?" he muttered, looking around. The city was vibrant and full of life, with people going about their daily routines. It looked like New York City, but there were subtle differences. As he wandered through the streets, he passed a newsstand with a headline that caught his eye: "Iron Man Saves the Day Again!"

"Iron Man? Who or what is that?" SCP-507 wondered aloud, noting the image of a man in red and gold armor. It seemed he had landed in a world where superheroes existed.

He knew the first step in any new dimension was to assess the situation and find a way to contact the SCP Foundation. They had protocols in place for his return, but the challenge was always finding a means to reach them. Spotting a public library, SCP-507 decided it would be a good place to start. Libraries had computers, and he could use one to send out a distress signal.

He knew plenty of ways of getting in contact with the Foundation, and if they existed in this, they would likely have picked up on the sudden signal his implanted chip was sending out, letting them know about him, who he was, and why and how they should help him.

Oh, it wasn't always a foolproof plan, some dimensions he had traveled to the Foundation didn't exist, or the world was set in the far past where they didn't have the technology needed to pick up such signals.

Or they might be the bad guys that had happened a few times. Worlds where the Foundation had taken over the world and ruled with an iron fist. However, this one seemed relatively normal, except for that Ironman fellow.

He did seem like someone the Foundation would be all over, unless he wasn't an anormally? Well, he didn't care much; the faster he could get home, the better.

Entering the library, SCP-507 found an empty computer terminal and sat down, trying to blend in. He quickly accessed the internet and navigated to a secure site known to be used by Foundation agents in his dimension. Typing out a coded message, he sent out a distress signal, detailing his situation and requesting immediate assistance.

He leaned back in his chair, waiting for a response, his eyes darting around the library. People moved about, oblivious to his presence, and for a moment, he felt a pang of loneliness. His life had become a series of fleeting interactions, each dimension a new challenge, and each jump a reminder of how isolated he truly was.

As he waited, his mind wandered to the poster of Iron Man. He couldn't help but wonder about the heroes of this world. Were they like the SCPs he knew, beings of immense power that needed to be contained, or were they truly protectors, guardians of their realm? The thought intrigued him, but he shook it off. His priority was finding the Foundation and getting back to his dimension.

A soft beep from the computer snapped him back to the present. A message had appeared on the screen:

[We have received your distress signal. Please remain at your current location. Assistance is on the way.]

Relief washed over him. The Foundation existed here, and they had heard his call. Now, all he had to do was wait and hope that this version of the Foundation was one he could trust. If everything was well, he would be safe and comfortable until his return trip back home. This was indeed the best kind of shift, the uneventful one.

Meanwhile, at a nearby SCP Foundation site, an alert was triggered. Agents Rodriguez and Miller were briefed on the situation and dispatched to retrieve SCP-507. Equipped with their standard containment gear and a portable dimensional stabilizer, they headed to the library.

"Do you think it's really him?" Miller asked as they drove through the city.

"If the signal checks out, it's definitely him," Rodriguez replied. "We need to get him back to the site ASAP. He's probably disoriented and confused."

Upon arriving at the library, the agents quickly located SCP-507, who was anxiously scanning the room for any sign of trouble. Recognizing the Foundation personnel by their behavior, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. 507, we're here to take you to a secure location," Rodriguez said calmly. "Please come with us."

"Thank you," SCP-507 replied, standing up. "I was worried I might have landed in a world without the Foundation."

The agents escorted him out of the library and into their vehicle. As they drove back to the site, they briefed him on the basic details of this dimension, explaining the existence of superheroes and some key differences from his original world.

Once they arrived at the Foundation site, SCP-507 was taken to a secure interview room. Dr. Collins, a senior researcher, entered the room with a file and a warm smile.

"Welcome, SCP-507. I understand this must be disorienting for you. I'm Dr. Collins. Let's talk about where you came from and how we can help you return."

SCP-507 nodded, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, Dr. Collins. It's always a bit of a shock to land in a new dimension. It never does get any less disorienting." He was well aware of this kind of interview; he had gone through more than he could remember.

They were all the same, the Foundation wanting to know the differences between his own dimension and theirs. He didn't mind answering their questions; it was, if nothing else, a safe way for him to also learn about this dimension.

What followed next was indeed something that left 507 rather puzzled. For some reason, he didn't leave and return home but would reappear in this dimension, almost as if it was his original home, though that was a story for another time.

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[SITE-019]

SITE-019 was, without a doubt, one of the busiest SITEs within the Foundation when it came to SCP objects. It was the biggest SITE and housed the most objects, meaning that plenty of tests were carried out here every day.

But the SITE also saw far more then just the normal array of tests, be that the constant use of SCP-294 to produce liquid metal or something like what was happening right now.

SCP-2430, the immortal clone of Adolf Hitler, wasn't a newcomer. He had been living at SITE-019 since he was first captured by the Foundation, and while most lower-level Foundation personnel were told he was raving mad, the rest knew the truth.

He was far from mad, if anything, thanks to the efforts of the Foundation he was as sharp as the man who had plunged the world into war, not the shadow of that he had become towards the end of his reign.

This level of mental clarity was coming in handy, as he had managed to get the attention of a member of the O5 council, which kept him busy playing games for their amusement. In turn, he was more likely to get additional benefits for himself.

Today, he was given yet another task, a rather interesting one. Werner Reinheardt, a Nazi scientist who had betrayed the Reich to instead pursue his own little goal with those Hydra fools.

He had apparently turned himself into an SCP object using some medical science and another SCP object. The utter fool to choose to become a subject of the Foundation like that. He could have lived and died a normal life; now, he would never even have that.

But still, his mission was both to mess with him and to get information out of him. Given that he was a filthy traitor, he was all too happy to play along and make the swine squeal.

SCP-2430 was escorted down a long, sterile corridor by two heavily armed guards. They arrived at a small, dimly lit room where Werner Reinhardt was being held. The guards opened the door and SCP-2430 stepped inside, a confident smirk on his face.

Reinhardt looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw who had entered. "What is this? Who are you?" he demanded.

SCP-2430 took a seat across from him, his demeanor calm and composed. "Ah, Reinhardt. So good to see you again. Or should I say, Doctor? You look well, considering your circumstances."

Reinhardt's eyes widened in shock. "Hitler? But how...?" His voice trailed off as he shook his head.

SCP-2430 leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening. "Indeed, it is I, the great Führer But enough about me. Let's talk about you, Reinhardt. Or should I say, the traitor who abandoned the Reich for Hydra."

Reinhardt's face twisted in anger. "Hydra was a means to an end. The Reich was dead, and Hydra offered a new path to power."

SCP-2430 chuckled. "A new path to power? And where did that path lead you? To a cell, under the control of those you sought to manipulate. How far you have fallen, Reinhardt."

Reinhardt's eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his voice. "If you truly are who you claim to be, then prove it. Show me that the Reich still holds power."

SCP-2430 leaned forward, his demeanor shifting to one of commanding authority. "Reinhardt, do you really think I would have survived this long without being able to fool the likes of Captain America and his band of fools? The Americans have always underestimated the true strength of the Reich. They believe they have defeated us, but we have merely gone underground, biding our time."

Reinhardt hesitated, his loyalty to Hydra conflicting with the possibility of the Reich's resurgence. "But Hydra... it has resources, power. How can you claim the Reich is still stronger?"

SCP-2430's smirk widened. "Hydra was a convenient cover, a distraction. The true power lies with those who stayed loyal to the cause, those who continued the work in the shadows. The Reich's influence extends further than Hydra ever could. We have operatives in places Hydra never dreamed of reaching. And now, we need your knowledge, Reinhardt. The Reich demands your service once more."

Reinhardt's face twisted with a mixture of hope and disbelief. "You say the Reich still lives, that it is stronger than Hydra. But why should I believe you? How do I know this isn't another trick?"

SCP-2430 stood up, his presence dominating the room. "Because, Reinhardt, I am the embodiment of the Reich's will. You will see the truth soon enough. The Reich's reach is vast, and our influence is everywhere. Try to remember who it was that captured you."

Reinhardt's eyes widened in shock at what he heard; he had been captured by Captain America, the winter soldier, and Peggy Carter herself. Those three people were as far up the anti-Hydra and Nazi pole as one could possibly get.

Reinhardt's mind raced, struggling to process the revelation. The sheer audacity of the claim that Captain America and his allies were pawns in a grander scheme was almost too much to believe. Yet here he was, facing what appeared to be Adolf Hitler himself, alive and claiming dominance.

SCP-2430 watched Reinhardt's internal conflict with satisfaction. The scientist's confusion was palpable, a testament to the effectiveness of his ploy. He continued, his voice filled with a mix of derision and authority. "Reinhardt, you have always been a brilliant man. Do you really think the Reich, the true Reich, would fall so easily? We adapted, we survived. Hydra was merely a tool, a diversion to keep the enemy's attention away from our true operations."

Reinhardt's suspicion began to give way to a glimmer of hope. "If what you say is true, then the Reich's survival means we still have a chance to reshape the world. But why should I trust you now? After all these years?"

SCP-2430's smirk never wavered. "Because, Reinhardt, you have no choice. You are alone, imprisoned by those you once sought to control. I am offering you a way out, a return to power and purpose. The Reich rewards loyalty and punishes betrayal. Choose wisely."

Reinhardt's resolve hardened. The lure of power, the possibility of redemption, was too strong to resist. "Very well. What do you need from me?"

SCP-2430 leaned back, satisfied with the outcome. "First, we need every detail you have on Hydra's operations, their current projects, and their vulnerabilities. Your knowledge will be the key to our next moves."

Reinhardt nodded, the decision made. "I will tell you everything. But in return, I expect my rightful place within the Reich's new order."

SCP-2430's expression softened, if only slightly. "Of course, Reinhardt. Your loyalty will be rewarded. Together, we will restore the Reich to its former glory and beyond."

As Reinhardt began to divulge the secrets of Hydra, SCP-2430 listened intently, knowing full well that everything was being recorded and would soon be reviewed by Foundation analysts. But that didn't matter to him; he had done his job, and as such, he should be rewarded soon, right?

Back at SITE-019, the guards outside the room exchanged uneasy glances. They had been briefed on SCP-2430's true identity, but the sight of him manipulating Reinhardt so effectively was still unsettling. The Foundation's goals were pragmatic, but the methods sometimes left a bitter taste.

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