2 A clear goal.

I think I will call the Ancient Abel(the sociopath) 076-2 when MC is talking to himself or when he's mentioned out dialogue."

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3 months later: Area 25-b

"So I can get out?" Surrounded by guards that were helping him wear cuffs Abel asked, he already knew that he would get out of Area 25-b because of Bright help but still asked.

"Yes 076-2, the Overseers decided to transfer you to another site. But you must wear a tracking device and you are expected to work for the foundation for some times."

"I don't see why not. Then, shall we?" With a false seductive tone Abel proposed, obviously mocking them. They then started moving toward an elevator.

Area 25-b was a site of the foundation located 200 meters below the sea level. The only way in and out was by a vertical elevator that was separated each 50 meters by reinforced blast doors.

Each shafts were filled of sea water that was obviously take off during use of the elevator. 'At least they seems to have learned their lesson. I won't get dangerous jobs before they trust me.'

What Abel was thinking about was the incident at his arrival in this world. He had killed the entire team he had been paired with and asked to lead. Mobile task force OMEGA-7 nicknamed Pandora's box.

Some called this incident the 'Opening' because of the nickname of the team but they weren't really any names as the Overseers and other higher-ups in the foundation tried to cover their mistake by hiding 076-1 and 076-2 somewhere. Wich leaded to Area 25-b existence.

In his thoughts Abel didn't notice they arrived in front of a helicopter before the wind grew stronger. Looking up with his hair fluttering, he could see a helicopter of military purpose with the sign of the foundation on it.

What he didn't except was Seven masked figures coming out of the helicopter and firing at the guards! Only him and Bright were left. On the shoulder of one of the masked person he could see something written.

'ALPHA-1... THE FUCKING RED RIGHT HAND??!!!' In his mind Abel was in a complete panick. Not even in his wildest dreams did he thought that the mff of the Overseers would be the one taking the lead. His gaze cold, he turned to face Bright. "Mind explaining that to me Jack?"

After 3 months they could call each other by their names. Not that Bright wasn't already doing it.

At his question Bright just shrugged. "They changed your classification." That alone was enough to make Abel mind go blank. It was understandable, a classification was akin to how you would view such SCP, Keter almost never changed but him, after not even half a year(for him) changed his classification like it was a shirt.

"Mind telling in what classification I've been put then?" A smile formed across Bright face before he replied.

"Congrats! You're now an Archon!" Hearing that Abel trembled a bit... before exploding in full laughter.

"GHAHAHAHA! Of course, it all make sense now! I didn't think thoses Wimpy kids would do something like that." Why he was laughing was obvious. He was now an Archon! This classification meant that he was basically untouchable by the foundation now! At least not by average employees.

Archon was a class that basically made detrimental the containment of said SCP. For the World or the Foundation. So, because they didn't want their secrets being exposed they made him untouchable!

The best part was that by trying to cover their mess before almost no one knew of his existence. Every piece were linked! Even the staff of Area 25-b knew nothing about him. They were all new because the ancient employees died in the explosion of Area 25.

"Then we should get on don't you think?" Smiling at Jack, Abel made his way to the helicopter before taking a seat between two guards, humming a song. "This will be more fun that I thought~"

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"What Site is that?" Looking around the only things Abel could see were constructions of different forms all they had in common was their white color. 'Oh I just remembered but the SCP world is fucked up...'

Depressing informations that Abel forgot came to his mind. He didn't know if he was in a alternate world or anything but two things were sure. The first was that he NEEDED to get out of this world.

The second was, before that he could get really powerful. Yes he knew this was dangerous with all the people with reality warping abilities out there and other things or anomalies he couldn't imagine, but the fact was.

Even if he found a way out of this world, he couldn't get to it easily. Because of the Foundation of course. If the O5 knew about a place where you could cross worlds safely(or not) they would try to monopolise it like the greedy beings they were.

He had no idea who were the current members of the O5 as they weren't any detailed mention of them but he knew one thing for sure. All of them were dangerously powerful.

His mood now sour was almost obliterated by excitement when hearing the next words of Bright. "It's Site 17, you know, "he" is here." When mentioning "he" Bright was obviously talking about someone Abel, or at least 076-2 had a deep connection with.

Cain, his brother and also his killer. But he didn't have any of that. From the knowledge 076-2 had amassed, he knew this Site was attached to the personnel break room and in it, SCP-294.

294 was a sort of Coffee machine that had the anomalous properties of being able to extract ANY liquid in existence. By now you should know what he planned to do with it.

"I'm more interested about 294... why don't we go do some experiments with it~?" He asked gaining the curiosity of Jack. It was pretty easy, the man was incredible but at the same time his curiosity greatly overpowered his intellect.

"Eh? But I need to go now.... Grargh! I think I can spare some time." Bright thought out loud. Making Abel extremely pleased, now he just needed some time and he would get on levels of power out of this world. Not without the help of a certain SCP and a little thing in space called a black hole.

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"I can understand for the first cup but what are the other? Like Mark Viltrumite serum... is it some sort of upgrade?" Bright asked a smiling Abel, his curiosity growing by the second.

They were currently in front of a coffee machine with an English QWERTY keyboard embedded in front of it. It was SCP-294 one of the most powerful asset of the foundation, that has been wasted on employees.

Abel had asked three cups each different from the other. The first was SCP-682 capacities. Yes you could even ask for abstract concept like music or medical knowledge. And after trembling for over 15 hours it finally created a medium cup and filled it with a greenish liquid resembling tea.

682 also called "Hard to destroy reptile" is an entity that cannot die. It's that simple? No, 682 have an all-powerful adaptability, can resurrect at will, Cannot be erased from reality as it can exist in a non-corporeal state and can even exist in a non-existent state and so on...

Yes the lizard can exist without existing. Abel couldn't even understand how they were able to contain it. IT COULD LITTERALY MANIPULATE THE PLOT. So looking at the greenish liquid in front of him he couldn't help but smile in jubilation.

Of course if SCP-294 could make 682 capacity the world would already be in an incredible chaos, it was just a pale copy of it, and Abel knew that. The reason why he asked for SCP682 capacities was simply that even weakened his abilities were simply too good.

The first reason was, even if this cup didn't make him able to replicate the properties of anything he was in contact with like 682 he knew he could at least gain a resistance to what tried to harm him or made him in danger.

The second reason was simply, he didn't trust the Old man. Even if he did gave him an immortality he didn't know what it was. Now with regenerative abilities like thoses of 682 albeit on a smaller scale he knew that whatever happened to him be it Existence erasure or corporeal destruction he could, with enough time return to a state where his body was completely healed.

"I'm really a genius... But I need more if I want to challenge 'him'..." Grumbling to himself Abel looked at the second and third cup before the smile returned to his face.

The second cup was like you would think, filled with a Serum containing the Viltrumite Genes of Mark Grayson. Why he choose the Viltrumite Genes when he could have take anything, like the Kryptonians one was for two things.

The Viltrumites Genes ensured that after gaining his power he would have them for the rest of his live. Compared to the Kryptonians who lost their powers after a few days of not being exposed to a yellow sun it was clearly better.

And The Viltrumite augmented their powers by stressing their bodies. Like Mark proved it you just needed to get beaten/suffer damage to become stronger. This Alone coupled with 682 abilities were enought to make him incredibly powerful in the long run.

The last cup was something he had no hope for. A location that transport to another fiction. This was supposed to be impossible. A being of fiction COULDN'T see out of fiction. Was this because the picture used to represent 294 came from our world? He didn't know, nor did he needed to.

"So anyway, Now I know I have a way out of this world... I just need some time before. Well now I should drink the cups." Saying that he quickly ingested the first cup. Pain. Excruciating Pain was visible on his face, not even talking about his body. The only thing preventing him from screaming the knowledge that he will be shoot at if he expressed any anormal behaviour.

He felt like his very soul was being pulled apart and reformed to better fit his body, that was also undergoing internal changes. Without his immortality or more accurately the inability to die in the SCP verse, granted by the Old man he would obviously have died, immortal or not.

While the pain was enormous compared to everything he had ever felt before. Actually there were no goodside to this. After a period of fifteen minutes that was seemly an eternity for Abel, the pain finally started fading.

After another minute he was finally able to observe his own body. No change were visible on his body but he could already feel himself adapting to the poison... poison?

Abel looked suspiciously at Bright. "Jack, I swear on god if you put poison in my cup I will make you choke with your own amulet."

"It wasn't poison calm down." Bright put his hand in the air.

"Wha-"

"It was SCP-469 neurotoxin." A vein bulged on Abel forehead. SCP-469 without entering into the details could create a toxin that activated all the pain sensors in the body so no wonder he felt like being pulled apart.

"YOU FUCKING... Argh forget about that." Groaned Abel while taking the second cup in hand. Inside was a transparent liquid with bubbles coming at the surface.

He drank it. Like before he could feel himself changing, but this time only on the physical level. Only having slight discomfort now, he knew that it was because of Bright that he suffered so much. 'But it feels different... Oh shit.'

"Bright? You will not believe what I'm about to say."

"Yes?"

"I can fucking fly Bright." Bright seemed shocked by this new so he quickly responded. "Don't bullshit me, if you really can fly prove it." Hearing him Abel could only smile weirdly before pointing at the two guards that were standing fifty meters apart from them.

"Oh right. GUYS! DON'T USE YOUR WEAPONS IF HE FLY, HE CAN JUST DO THAT!" Hearing his words the guards nodded slightly to say they understood as Abel looked at Bright like he was incredibly dumb.

'What kind of excuse is that??? Well anyway.' He started levitating above the ground his arms parted slightly, it was a weird sensation. Like a mysterious force driving him where he wanted. Looking at Bright from above a condescending grin formed on his face.

"I can fly bitch." Bright looked unfazed at his choice of words only grinning. "I can see that you dumb fuck." They then both started laughing. Abel turning in the air.

It was evident that flying wasn't as important for them as it could be for another person. The reason was obviously how inconsequential it was compared to some abilities. But if Bright knew that with some training Abel could go at billions of time the speed of light he could have tried to take over his body.

Wich wouldn't have many effects due to Abel nature now as an entity not bound by a body. But that was a story for another time, in another universe.

Now it was time to drink the last cup. It looked like a normal cup of water. Too normal to be a true cup of water. Drinking it only some words appeared in Abel mind.

'So you want to escape this world I created? Interesting.... I will help you but before you must defeat the Scarlet King.' When this message appeared into Abel head he was pleasantly surprised. Why?

The Scarlet King was an entity he planned to defeat, why would he want to do that? To consume him of course. Gaining power by the consumption of higher entities was something possible in the SCP verse, the Scarlet King having already done that in the past.

The Scarlet King was a Demonic Elder God of the SCP verse and one of the main antagonist of the canon. He had powers touching Omnipotence and a complete control of Darkness after proclaiming himself the God of Dark Below. Names had power here.

Now how does such a being get defeated by one sword monke? Well the short reason was that Abel had first been corrupted by an army of the Scarlet King and only after destroying his homeland did he was able to win over the corruption.

After that it was something on par with anime logic. But the end of it was that, After summoning the Scarlet King, with the help of a weapon called The Tumbling blade Abel caused an event called the Flood wich permitted him to reset the universe and rewrite existence itself to effectively Separate The Scarlet King from The dimension earth resided in. Sealing him into his own realm.

The memories that Abel had of the events were extremely clear. As he litteraly lived them. He defeated the Scarlet King. Yes, but only because the Old man helped him cause the Flood.

In a spiral of pure information, Abel tried to recall everything that could help him in his quest of eating a God. Well there weren't anything that could really help him but he still tried. There was a spear if he remembered well...

This was for the future. Now he needed to make himself strong. Strong enough to fight with a near omnipotent being.

He just needed two things.

But before that it was the time to make Bright choke on his amulet.

A/N: It seems I like the number two a bit too much.