15 Chapter 10

Audio log -738-14

Dr. Eugene Baker: "Alright SCP-738, how are you this morning?"

SCP-738: "I am quite fine. Do you want to become head researcher of Site-81?"

Dr. Eugene Baker:"No thank you SCP-738. I did want to ask you something though. What did SCP-12725 ask for?"

SCP-738: "Who?"

Dr. Eugene Baker: [Sigh] "Gabriel Garcia, what did he ask for?"

SCP-738: "Hmmm, I can't give you that information. Would you like something similar to what he asked for?"

Dr. Eugene Baker: "No thank you SCP-738. Can you tell me what was the price SCP-12725 had to pay for what he asked?"

SCP-738: "I can't give you that. Do you want to know how Gabriel knocked everyone out when he escaped containment?"

Dr. Eugene Baker: "No thank you SCP-738, we already know that. Why can't you sell me the information about your deal with Gabriel Garcia?"

SCP-738: "Why, well he asked for privacy, I of course will give him some dealer's confidentiality!"

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Pov - Site Director: Dr. Tilda David Moose

"So you are telling me that SCP-12725 is a god?" This was not good, every SCP that was suspected to be one or confirmed to be known as one were always uncontainable.

Every director had been made aware of SCP-343 and others that could have passed for gods.

"Well, not a god exactly… the closest thing there is to the definition though. We believe it's actually something closer to an embodiment." I sagged a little. Maybe the situation was not as bad as it sounded.

"And can you repeat how you arrived at that conclusion?"

"Well you see Director. A being's strength is usually correlated to their soul's power. At least when it comes to mystical beings. SCP-12725 just confirmed to us that his 'aura' was an effect of his soul pushing out of him and into the material world." So it was all just a hunch then? Good. Now, for the gullible scientist.

"Uh huh, and how do you know what he just told you is true?"

"Well… SCP-12725 has never lied to us before." That was such a bad excuse; I had heard kids do better.

"And that is enough ground to believe everything an SCP has said?" Really, if we did that kind of thing at Site-19 we would all be dead in a week.

"I… well no, but it would explain a lot of things that we have seen happening to SCP-12725 and his surroundings." Now she would explain how her magic confirmed everything so it must be true. I resisted the urge to groan, the thaumaturgy branch did good work, they were just eccentric and sometimes wrong with their assessments.

"Continue."

"Well, if SCP-12725 is indeed some type of Blackwood Ex Machina like I believe, his aura would make sense, his reality bending powers would also make sense, his regenerative powers too. It could explain everything."

"How does it explain any of its abilities Dr. Aurelia, stop dancing around the question. I want answers."

"Well, with the power of his soul alone he could command reality to a certain degree. It would be similar to magic, but instead of having to study how to manipulate mana to manage feats, he could brute force reality to change with sheer will."

"So it's like a Type Green."

"Well, no, he could be limited to something, like if he has a sort of domain. He also wouldn't have to make reality weaker to affect it."

"And what does that mean for the Foundation Dr. Aurelia?"

"It means I can do shit like this."

…

"Sound the alarms! Site-19 is going into high alert immediately! Every personnel is to grab an anti-telepathy device! I repeat Site-19 is going into high alert immediately! Every personnel is to grab an anti-telepathy device!"

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7 days after Incident -12725-2

Pov - SCP-12725: Gabriel Garcia

"I uhh, am sorry?" I really was.

Connor took a long hit from his blunt and released a very tired sigh out.

"You know, when the Site goes into lock down, they lock down everyone below level 2 clearance."

"I'm sorry Connor."

"This means that I also get locked up, in my room, my very small room Gabe."

"I'm really sorry Connor."

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"So, what exactly did you do Mr. Garcia?" This was my second time talking to a director. Granted it was through a facetime call in my phone but still.

"Well I uh, started thinking about ways in which my soul could affect reality." Her eyebrows furrowed a lot.

"I thought that maybe I could sort of use my souls to find other souls. Like a sonar."

"And…?"

"Well, I actually managed to do it in my first try!" She didn't look happy at me. Maybe she just wasn't aware of how cool it was to do stuff with your mind alone. What am I saying, she of course wasn't, she was just a human after all.

"When I managed to sense another soul I discovered that they sort of reflect whatever thoughts the person is having."

"Uh huh, and…?"

"Well I of course began listening to everyone I could. My mom liked rumors and she passed that to me."

"Okay."

"And then I thought, well everyone's thoughts are pretty loud, wonder what I could do if I made mine intentionally louder."

"And that when you screamed to the whole Site your ability to telepathically communicate."

"Yeah! Isn't it cool?"

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Addendum 12725-7

SCP-12725 was discovered to have an abnormally large soul. Enough so to eclipse a city's worth of souls. SCP-12725 also appears to have what Dr. Aurelia Baldovini describes as very precise soul control.

Because of recent discoveries it is being proposed the change of SCP-12725 Type Green/Red/Blue status to a Ex Machina one.

Because of recent discoveries all of Site-19 personnel will be required to use a mental protection device at all times.

A message has been sent to the O5 council to ask for directions on what to do with SCP-12725.

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"So… what did you say you asked SCP-738 for again?" Connor started. We were chilling in my room again. The Foundation had finally calmed down after like 2 weeks of them running around like headless chickens.

I think the Foundation thought that his presence appeased me or something. He was spending more and more time here with me. That and obviously for interviews.Though I had to admit that playing video games with him was relaxing. The computer they gave me was fast enough to play most modern games on it.

It gave me a reprieve from all the practice I did. Mario Kart was also much better in this universe than it was in my old one. The fact that Nintendo did not limit itself to its consoles was very beneficial to the company.

I sighed and answered the question in a bored tone. "The principles of domination. Connor, I have told you this multiple times."

"Yeah but there is this one guy named Alto that insists he's gonna kill me if I don't give him an answer to his question. If you ask me, he is being unreasonable. I already told him all about your principles and all that." That made me pause the game and look at him.

"Connor… I may not feel crippling anxiety at the thought of death anymore, but I know for a fact humans do, and they usually don't talk about the possibility of someone killing them with that much nonchalance. You alright bro? The Foundation took your weed again? Should I ask for some and give it to you on your daily visits?"

"Nah, it's all good. Though I'm surprised you didn't know. There is a rumor about you knowing everything and everyone in the facility."

"Wait, for real?" This was interesting.

"Yeah, that mass message you sent made everyone think you are constantly trying to read our minds, and since you yourself have said that the Foundation can't really do much to contain you, most of us, the disposable ones, think that you already found a work around the mind defense gadgets we've all been given." Now that's just defamation. This was suddenly not very interesting, and instead it was saddening.

I huffed a bit. "I ain't picking anyone's mind." Not that I couldn't. "Why would I waste my time trying to understand a Site's worth of people's jumbled thoughts?"

"I don't know, you sure aren't doing anything?" He turned towards me and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes I am sure Connor. I don't like mind related powers anyway."

"Wait, for real? They sound so useful."

"One of my biggest fears was to have someone alter my mind. I heavily dislike the idea of mind control and reading just sounds like an extension. I would definitely send telepathic messages if I could focus them though."

"Well they still sound more useful than mine." I stood up and walked towards the table to grab a water bottle. My love for normal water would never die. I did not know Connor was an anomaly too. I unscrewed the bottle as I turned back to the chairs we were using.

"My immortality just keeps me alive." And promptly dropped all of my precious water to the ground.

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Addendum 12725-8

Additional Psyche analysis has been done and sped up thanks to: Connor Coenwall. SCP-12725 has expressed no kind of megalomaniac tendencies a normal Type Green would start showing. Going over how long SCP-12725 has had its powers and not developed any megalomania, especially with what it believes it now 'owns', it has been tentatively determined that SCP-12725 has a strong enough connection to reality to not lose its mind.

Tests on SCP-12725's power will be done to determine how strongly it affects reality.

It is also very relaxed in its cell. Differently to how 99% of SCPs usually feel resentment towards the Foundation for keeping them locked, SCP-12725 has shown no irritation over its current condition. It is believed that SCP-12725 thinks it can escape captivity as easily as it escaped in Site-81.

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"Uhh, Mr. Gabriel. We would like it if you could explain some of your powers before we test them." I had been moved to what looked like a very big blast room. They had asked nicely so I followed them to it without causing any issues. Dr. Aurelia this time was followed by an orange haired fellow with a very recognizable medallion around his neck.

"So far I have only developed the ability to control space, air, and some really dangerous fire. Oh, I can also, to an extent, control my body's metabolism, immune system and tissue distribution."

"What about your massive mind message you can do?" Dr. Bright asked.

"Well, those are powers anyone could learn, they'd just have to practice a lot."

Dr. Bright perked up and muttered something that had me nervous. "That means I can learn it too?"

"I suppose everyone has the potential of becoming a Type Blue." Muttered Aurelia back.

Oh, they were both crazy. One does not just exacerbate Dr. Bright's ideas. One runs away when he gets them… If they cannot defend themselves from them.

Dr. Bright shook himself out of his funk. "Okay, moving on, my name is Bright, this will help us determine if you really are a Type Green or not."

"What is a Type Green?"

"Let's begin with the tests. Go forth oh great Red, burn the world with a sea of flames and cackle as it all turns to ashes!" Dr. Bright began to do a very impressive evil laugh. Oh, seems like he wouldn't explain what the fuck type greens were to me neither.

The blast room did not survive my crimson flames.

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Addendum 12725-9

SCP-12725's abilities normally do not affect the Humes scale. This supports the idea that SCP-12725 is not a Type Green. Reality around SCP-12725 does not become weaker around it.

SCP-12725's crimson colored flames did make the Kumes Counter detect something.

SCP-12725 is capable of producing flames that destroy reality.

Additional note from Dr. Aurelia Baldovini: SCP-12725's flames also destroy the immaterium around him.

Additional note from Dr. Jack Bright: He is bullshit.

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"So, Red, I heard you had a very large soul. Would you be willing to let me seal a bit of it inside one of my suits and use it as a battery?" Clef asked as he got close to me and put his arm around my shoulder.

Y'know, before, I thought of Alto Clef was a legend. Now he just sounded like an idiot.

"No, Dr. Clef, I will not use a part of myself to power up your magic suits." He had also barged into my room without knocking, I wasn't going to help him with anything.

"But you broke the last one! You must take some kind of responsibility!"

"And I already told you I'd help you make the best uniform ever if you showed me how to runecraft." We could even build one similar to the ironman armors for him. The physics dictating it was impossible to build one could be ignored if he just told me how to use runes.

"Why do you even want to learn that, also, I just want a really small part of your soul. It is strong and big enough you wont even feel it."

"First of all, runes are fucking cool, second of all, the answer is still no." Also, if I could runecraft I could affect reality passively. Just imagine it. No more need to concentrate on stuff to affect them, it made me giddy thinking about it.

"Then I ain't teaching you anything." Awwww.

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Because Clef was an asshole and didn;t want to teach me how to make runes I began thinking of how to make my own.

There was no reason behind why runes, the alphabet of ancient Germanic tribes, affected reality. So maybe there wasn't a need to know how to write runic if one knew how they worked.

There was no reason for why a type of magic would be limited to an alphabet, it was like mages being limited to using wands or some other shit. It didn't make sense.

I started theorizing that maybe, just maybe, mages in many universes just hypnotized themselves into thinking runes worked, and instinctively their magic made them work.

So, I technically only needed to believe hard enough that certain symbols had certain effects and then infuse my power into them. Granted I had to make my own fucking alphabet and give every letter a different meaning to do it. I could probably give one symbol multiple meanings, but that sounded lazy; It would probably give me issues later down the line too.

I would have to delay my research (read: just trial and failure), on Flash Air, but that was something I would be willing to do for the ability to make runes.

So without much preamble, I began drawing in my phone's note app my own language. Should I name it something edgy like 'The Language of Domination'?

… Fuck no, that was embarrassing and dumb.

AN

For those wondering how Site-19 has so many anti-telepathic devices, they have SCP-914. They literally just have to put something like a dream catcher into it, set it to fine, and voila, a bunch of mental protection devices.

What the humes scale is, is mentioned here[/URL']https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/and-this-one-explains-humes]here[/URL].

I really am trying to make chapters longer. They just write themselves short though.

Also all the long lines were me trying to firstly make it clear when there were scene changes. and secondly to mark the passage of time. Did it work for the time thingy, I feel like it wasn't really well implemented.

Ps. I wrote half the chapter at midnight, there might be a couple of spelling mistakes here and there.

If any of y'all finds a spelling mistake, has questions, has some criticism, or whatever, please leave a comment. I enjoy reading them.

Anyway, thanks for reading.