Chapter 1

"Ahhh"

Cameron Diaz sighed for the umpteenth time that day

He had just over 2 hours ago obtained memories of a past life, in those memories, he was a young programmer nobody who made a living in a random company, the only thing that differentiated him from his coworkers was his "second job", being a writer in the SCP community

He was a fan of the supernatural and knew a lot about the SCP verse, but one fateful day he was crushed to death by a truck

'FUCK, TRUCK-KUN, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SEND ME TO THE SCP VERSE?! I don't know, you could have sent me to BNHA or Tensura, but nooooo, it had to be this damn doomed multiverse'

Cameron wailed in his thoughts

"I'm so screwed"

The only thing he found that gave him a little bit of comfort was that he was Cameron Diaz, the SCP-2241 or Cameron The Crusader, a fucking cool reality DEFORMER

We highlight "deformer" because being a reality deformer is not the same as being a reality manipulator, deformation has quite clear limits, it only works with something that already exists and cannot alter it to a great extent, on the other hand, manipulation, although it has some limits, most of the time it can create things out of nothing and even the strongest manipulators can create or erase the laws that govern reality

But Cameron felt that he could improve his ability, it was a feeling like hunger, he felt the need to use his powers, he had a feeling that the more he used them, the stronger they got

Currently Cameron's reality warping was of a slight degree, he could barely do anything with it like telekinesis so weak that he could barely lift a cup or transmute a stone into a stone pencil that is not even good for writing and after 5 minutes it returns to its original state

'Well, it's better than having no powers'

"Young Diaz, what are you doing in the middle of the hallway when classes started 25 minutes ago?"

A teacher approached Cameron rather angrily.

"No, nothing professor, I was just thinking about life"

Cameron, who realized where this conversation was going, decided to end this quickly

"You can think about detention all you want, young Diaz"

Now he not only has to deal with the fact that he's in a world where LITERALLY everything could be a world-devouring monster or instant killer, no, even now he must also deal with teenage life

'I hate my life'

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After 2 minutes of walking he ended up in front of the detention door

"Okey, Cameron, it will only be 2 hours, you can do it without falling asleep, imagine if you fall asleep a SCP or a memetic virus will find you in your dreams... Okay, I guess I won't be able to sleep today, shit"

Raising his hand and opening the door, Cameron enters the detention room

"OH, look, a new one!"

Cameron was greeted with the sight of 6 people as soon as he walked in

4 guys and 2 girls

3 of them looked like gangsters, tattoos, dyed hair, very muscular, intimidating looks and they all sit around a desk right near the door

The last boy was dark brown hair with hazel eyes, wearing a red sweatshirt, blue jeans and black sneakers, he is sitting next to the window, in the last row, or what we would call "the protagonist's seat"

On the other hand, one of the girls has blonde hair and blue eyes, she was quite beautiful, she is wearing a blue shirt with black jeans, she has brown shoes, she also has a camera around her neck, she sits by the side of the window in the front as she stares dazedly outside

The last one, was a girl who looks like she is emo, she had short black hair and black eyes, pale skin, quite pretty in her opinion, she is wearing a black t-shirt with matching black pants, black boots and black fingerless gloves, she looks apathetic, she sits in the corner of the room away from the windows

"Hey, kid, are you even listening?"

"AH? Oh, sorry, I was lost in thought, what did you say?"

"I said you have to pay 20 bucks to sit at a desk, you idiot"

"Wait, this is unfair, you can't make me pay for chairs that belong to the school"

"Too bad for you kid, if you don't want us to beat you up when you get out then you better pay, look at the kids over there, they paid without complaint"

Hearing those words, the boy in the red sweatshirt frowned and clenched his fists but said nothing 

"It's... it's okay, but I don't have a whole $20, I have a $100 bill can you give me the difference?"

"It's okay, it's okay, kid, we're honest men, we'll pay you back the difference, won't we, guys?

"Sure, Jack, we're men of dignity"

"Yeah, we're trustworthy"

The three gangsters were laughing arrogantly, exasperating both Cameron and the 3 remaining occupants

Cameron, without saying anything, began to rummage through his backpack, but, without anyone noticing, he tore off a piece of paper from his science book and transmuted it into a $100 bill

Cameron tidied himself up before heading to the gangsters

"Here's the money"

The gangster moved his hand so fast that Cameron didn't even see it, snatching the bill from him 

"100 bucks gross, you sure got money boy"

"The difference, I want it now"

"Wow, kid, relax, here, here it is"

The gangster leader tossed him a wad of bills that Cameron barely caught, he started counting until he noticed something was wrong

"Why is it only 50? It was 20 for the chair and I gave you 100, you should give me 80 bucks"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Since you have so much money, then the price went up, I'm so sorry, I must have forgotten"

"You son of a-! Arggh... All right, you win"

Cameron, angry, goes to sit in front of the guy in the red sweatshirt while the others looked at the group of gangsters with bad eyes but they ignored them while laughing at Cameron

But what they didn't notice was Cameron's mocking chuckle as he looked at his 50 bucks he got for free

'Oh, reality warp, you don't know how much I love you now, really'

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