4 New Life New Challenges (Revised)

I opened my eyes for what seemed like the 1st time AGAIN. I found myself in a 1960s hospital room with a blinding light shone in my face.

I of course as a civilized man yelled. "Shut off that fucking light for fucks sake." But came out as. "Wagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." And then I fell asleep from exhaustion and shock.

After waking up I realized I couldn't actually open my eyes, or move my arms, and in turn my head. As I lay there I thought 'this is gonna be the shittiest time of my life isn't it.' And was soon proven right as I found something being shoved in my mouth. And as I tried to tell them off I found my voice muffled as I sucked on something. It was at this moment that I knew I could not wait to murder this newly discovered woman.

(Timeskip 5 years)

After having gone through five years of mental degredation from having my newfound parents talked to me as if I was stupid was painful. I for once had for the first time in a long while had a moment of peace.

With my newfound peace I decided it was the perfect time to consume a bottle of SCP-207 to increase my mental capabilities. Unfortunetly what I can only assume to be god decided that I would have to suffer more as I got a prompt when trying to do so. Or perhaps it was a good thing as if I could barely handle being coddled around everywhere if I got smarter I may just build a bomb.

(You may not use system Inventory until age is 16 to compensate for soul strain)

It was at this point that my plan to become an expert in every subject known to man before adolescence ended before it could begin. And with the year being 1963 the entertainment for myself was thankfully surplanted by my bodys needs for obsurd amounts of sleep.

Unfortunetly this would not be the case as I got older and my entertainment would be a mix between black and white TV and physical activity. Which honestly isn't a bad thing especially considering the types of creatures I may have to fight. But I still had at least 11 years left until I would hopefully have to worry about anything.

I was soon proven wrong as it seemed my dad Mikell was involved in something shady. He would disapear for weeks at a time sometimes even months. Thus leaving the care of myself solely to my mother most of the time. I had trouble acting as a baby as my father would talk to my mother about my "strange" habits.

Such as walking at a very young age. Seemingly being able to understand words before I was 5. The ease at which I was able to be potty trained. And how I seemed very antisocial with kids my age. It got to the point that my dad seemed to watch my every move. Believe me I tried to act like a baby. Acting stupid and doing dumb things, but it was just unnatural.

Add onto the fact that I couldn't help but try to fight off my neverending boredom with how I was expected to just sit in one place smashing block together was torture. Though I did eventually get a rythm down. Allowing myself to read and try to entertain myself when my father was off on "missions". And pretending to be stupid when he came back home.

I wasn't too worried about my mother as she seemed to have realized that I wouldn't hurt myself. It wasn't good parenting but it was favourable to me so I made sure to never hurt myself in any meaningful manner. Or else I would give a reason to be watched constantly.

This was how my life went as I kept trying to advance at gow a regular child would. Changing my habits slowly as my age increased. Of course it wasn't perfect and I slipped up every now and then, but no child was perfect. So it wouldn't make sense for me to be perfect either. However I had noticed my father kept staring at me everytime he came back from one of his "missions".

I wondered just what my father did, and who he was doing these missions for. But I held off in favour of trying to get rid of whatever suspicions he might have. This routine of changing my habits and trying to blend in continued onwards until when I was 13. That was when some men came over during the night congradulating my dad on some sort of promotion.

It seemed this was planned as they spoke about going over to some bar for celebration. One thing stuck out to me however as one of the men asked how hunting a "creature" went. I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation as they were already out the door. This however sent out huge alarm bells for me. I couldn't do anything about it besides maybe searching my dads suitcase. I however just didn't know the code to unlock it.

Recognizing how I wouldn't be able to learn more I played into normalcy. Though I always kept a lookout for when his briefcase were to be unlocked. I had searched my house hundreds of times looking for the key, yet had no such luck. Putting the mystery of my dad on the back butner I made some friends.

George and David being the most notable as they seemed faster than most. When I realized this I made sure to befriend them in hopes they may be a useful asset in unlocking the journal when the time came.

I had also noticed a gradual change in my "father". After his promotion he had gone on another mission. However afte coming back he had been been acting somewhat strange seemingly paranoid and keeping his head on a swivel. Almost as if he believed that if he didn't know what was around him at all times a monster would sneak up on him.

Unfortunately that wasn't the only change he seemed colder, apathetic and more mean towards both me and my mother. Multiple arguments about his apparent rudeness had happened which in turn only led to my father going on even longer missions. I was lucky to see him once a week. This continued onwards my mom and dads relationship seemingly boiling over.

One good thing that came out of this however was upon his return my father had gotten into an argument with my mother. And in the heat of the moment had left his jacket on the lounger in our house. Due to the late hour he had returned my dad webt straight to bed followed a couple hours later by my mother. After confirming them asleep I went to the living room and rifled through the jackets pockets.

Finding a key I tried inserting it into the briefcase and twisted it. To which it responded with a click. Taking some leather gloves and slotting them on I opened up the briefcase and found two beautiful pearl revolvers attached to the top of the suitcases lid. Then there were some papers inside. I found false IDs, mission reports and a bunch of what would be regarded as classified information.

And that begged the question. If this was classified information why was it held in an unsecure briefcase guarded by only a single lock? Upon further inspection I relized the reports and fake IDs didn't add up they contradicted eachother. And that's when I realized it these papers were meant to be a distraction, guve the enemy false information. But ultimately fell under my scrutiny. Looking for something actually identifying I eventually found a grey card that read SCP with a white strip slightly off centre.

I didn't need to see more as I placed everything back inside the exact way I found it. I softly closed the briefcase as a click resounded in my ears before putting the key back within my fathers coat pocket. I then made my way back to my room and layed in bed.

This was the correct decision as not even a minuite later I heard the hallway lights turn on followed by footsteps towards the living room. Which preceded the ruffling of what I would think my dad searching through his coat before finding what he was looking for.

Ad I layed in bed I thought about the Foundation. Of all the creatures and objects that bent realitys will. The lives sacrificed to learn just a smidgin more of the things the Foundation wished to contain. And the fact that, if found out, I would be locked in a cell poked and prodded until they felt satisfied to watfh me rot. I will not, could not, allow this to happen unless I favoured the rest of my life be spent in some concrete box.

Sure I may have not have gotten the [System] yet, but I needed to prepare. If my father was tied to the Foundation I needed to set up contingency plans in the event of my detection. I had to start looking into location to set up in alongside research into possible anomalies that hadn't yet been captured by the Foundation or killed off by the G.O.C.

So I continued onwards spending time at the local library and searching up locations and strange happenings. I had decided to also introduce the world of the unusual to George and David so that way when I ultimately recruited them it wouldn't be too much of a culture shock.I continued getting good grades though I tuned it down to honours instead of gettibg perfect 95-100s.

As my dad had been getting suspicious of me and my sudden change of routine. I furthered my relationship with George and David. While doing so I slowly brought up "conspiracy theorys". Towns that people could recall existed at some point in time yet seemed to be wiped from the face of the earth. Murders and disappearances that seemed connected, yet somehow the police hadn't recognized these signs. Almost as if someone was intentionally silencing and covering up whatever happened.

Unfortunately despite my brst efforts my father still seemed to be off about me. With my father parnoia growing my mother got involved. As she was getting involved as multiple arguments ensued about his paranoia and how he wasn't being as supportive as he should be. My father had calmed my mother down by saying how he would take me to see his side of the family for Thanksgiving this next week.