Omake #1 - 4

Omake #1

Y'know, when the Foundation told me they wanted me to meet with a talking missile, I expected a lot of things. Just… was not prepared for it to be so… childish?

"And I'm telling you! I am the biggest bestest missile ever! I have the biggest explosion radius of them all!"

I guess they wanted to know if I could also negate telepaths and if I could, if I could willingly let them talk to me.

"And I'm telling you, I could probably make a bigger boom than you. Have you not been fired before? I'm pretty sure I read somewhere something about you being a dud."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! I am no dud! And how would you even make a bigger explosion than me!?"

He was somewhat annoying. Like when you visit your cousin and he just talks your ears off.

"Just fire me! Imma prove to you I'm the very best. C'mon, do it! You know you want to. Don't deny the beauty of explosions!"

Omake #2

Talking with Cassy was interesting. A bit sad since she was stuck in paper, but very interesting anyway.

Taking those sign language classes finally paid off.

She was very enthusiastic about the impossible drawings that they brought to her, she kept bringing more and more into her painting through a door that clearly went somewhere but I couldn't see where.

After about an hour of her trying to explain to me how the looping staircase worked we both gave up.

Omake #3

SCP-021 was clearly Cassy's distant cousin. The Foundation wanted to know if I could also repel things that wanted to "stick" to me, and not just mental effects. The dragon on the class-d rookie looked like evil incarnate, no matter how many researchers told me it was harmless, it looked like it wanted to bite my arm off.

I felt a little bit of pressure where the dragon thing kept trying to jump into my arm and a presence in my mind that was annoyed about something. Fortunately it seemed unable to transfer into me without my consent.

The class-d just looked happy she wasn't about to lose her cool dragon tattoo.

Omake #4

Specialist Rhianne was intense. She had this no nonsense air around her. She was mostly annoyed that she couldn't find a reason behind my ability to boost stuff. Supposedly she was the leading expert in thaumaturgy in the Foundation and it graded her that she couldn't detect with some magic what I was doing.

She became so annoyed that she decided we were done with the experiments and left to eat at the nearest ambrose restaurant.

I admit I was rather skeptical about eating some anomalous food, even if I had some kind of poison and disease resistance. Something about the bright pink hamburger in front of me just didn't sit right with me.

"Come on Gabriel. Just eat the damn hamburger, you've been staring at it for the last 20 minutes." Maybe she was also annoyed that I was letting "perfectly good food" get cold.

"Ms. Watson-"

"I told you to call me Rhianne outside of the lab."

"... Rhianne, the damn hamburger is pink." It was a really shiny, fluorescent, eye hurting, shade of pink.

"And? Just eat it already, I promise it will taste good."

I really wasn't interested in suddenly growing a third eye or something, it had happened before, and it was really disorienting.

With a sigh, I bit down on the hamburger, and marveled at how something so funky looking could taste good.

That's when the laughing started. I just sighed, looked up, and saw my beautiful red hair slowly transforming pink before I could even assert red as my dominant hair color. Magic was bullshit sometimes.

The agents around us, who were here for our "protection" were almost pissing themselves. I guess they finally got to see me in a dumb situation. They couldn't exactly take revenge on me themselves after all. And they had reasons to try after Dr. Bright had the bright (heh) idea to change all the grenades in site 27 to confetti bombs, and enlisted my help to do it. Apparently I was very distracting when I fought 682.

SCPs and others mentioned:

O #1: SCP-016-J

O #2: SCP-085

O #3: SCP-021

O #4: Specialist Rhianne Watson, Ambrose Restaurants, SCP-682