After leaving Cherry and Tomato in the SCP-939 containment area again, I immediately began worrying about what Sebastian and 682 talked about in the containment cell.

What did I do that upset 682 that much? I don’t remember doing anything to upset him...

Something fishy is going on. I plan on figuring out what.

It was quite early in the morning, and I figured most people were still asleep. That likely included Sebastian, so I decided to wait until later in the evening to talk to him about things.

I went to the aquarium. Now that it's been so long since 682 crashed through here, it doesn’t even look like there was a breach here in the first place.

This place always makes me feel so soothed. There’s just something so calming about looking at our underwater friends living in their perfect little ecosystem, right here in our facility.

I put a hand on the glass, inciting one of the fish to swim closer to inspect my fingers. It swam away quite quickly, joining up with its swarm once again.

I let go of the glass window and made my way over to the bar. I could really use a drink.

“Good morning, Bacon. What brings you here so early?” The bartender gave me a broad smile before she poured me some Rum and Coke. “Or should I say so late? You look like you haven’t slept for days.”

I nodded before grabbing the glass. “Thanks.” The bartender smiled back at me before returning to cleaning some cups on the counter. “It’s unhealthy to stay awake for more than a day at a time, you know.”

I went over to one of the tables sitting next to the aquarium glass and began sipping some of the drink.

If only I could be as carefree as a fish... Just swim around and not have a worry in the world.

I raised my head in suspicion as I heard some boots clicking on the floor. That sounded like high heels, if my hearing is anything to go by.

I looked at the figure which disturbed the quiet peace of the aquarium, and saw it was just some random researcher.

I returned my attention to the aquarium glass and took another sip of my beverage.

The researcher passed me with little regard, and I paid them no attention.

After finishing my drink, I looked at the clock on my wrist display. It’s been an hour already?

Sure enough, the clock didn’t lie. It was now 06:20. Around the time Sebastian opens his office for visitors.

Almost as soon as I put my wrist down to leave a notification popped up. It was from Sebastian.

Speak of the devil. I opened the messaging app and read his message.

Sebastian: Hey Bacon, swing by my office when you have time, okay? I’ve got something important to discuss with you.

I smiled slightly. It seems he’s calmed down a bit, thankfully.

Bacon: Sure thing Seb. See you in a few.

I closed the messaging app and got up from my seat, leaving a tip for the bartender.

I made my way over to the office building. Seb’s office is on the second floor, so I'll take the elevator. I stepped into the elevator, and it began ascending. It didn’t take long for the elevator to come to a stop once again, opening with a soft ding.

I stepped out of the elevator. The view up here is always so nice. There’s a central walkway crossing above the floor 1 offices with glass railing on the edges leaving nothing to the imagination.

The office building was about 14 floors, both upward and downward. 28 in total.

I stepped away from the railing and walked across the walkway. Sebastian’s office is just down the way here...

Ah, here we are. I knocked on the door and waited patiently.

About 5 seconds later the door opened and a calm sebastian Sebastian greeted me.

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“Please, sit down.”

I stepped inside the office and sat down in one of the chairs he had. Sebastian himself sat down in his highchair, letting out a long sigh.

“Hey buddy.”

He leant forward slightly in his chair, folding his hands.

“Are you sure you feel alright? I’ve heard some... rather upsetting news lately, and it would be of great help if you could answer honestly.

I raised my eyebrows in shock at the tone of his voice and got into a more professional posture. “Yeah sure, what’s up?”

Sebastian cleared his throat lightly. “Do you remember your encounter with the Anomaly known as SCP-1223?”

I thought back to the strange event with the anomaly. “Yeah, I do remember that. The moon champion, correct?”

Sebastian nodded. “Correct. You may also recall that on that same day, 682 escaped containment.”

I nodded. “Sure, but I don’t see what that’s got to do with this.”

Sebastian’s eyes softened a little. “Do you... remember anything about there being any form of, say, blood or... muscle tissue strewn about on your rover?”

I was a little puzzled at his questioning, but instead of arguing I tried my best to recall the event. Looking back on it... There might have been some blood on the rover.

“S-sure?”

Sebastian motioned for me to go on. “I just... I never thought about that before now. What’s that got to do with anything though?”

Sebastian shook his head. “Yeah, I’d guessed you wouldn’t remember.” He seemed to have his words mixed up, almost as if they were stuck on the tip of his tongue and he wanted to say something he couldn’t bring himself to say.

“682... He saw you, dead, on that rover.”

My heart sank. “I... How is that possible? I am alive, right here in the flesh. Are you sure he didn’t...”

My mind raced with possibilities, maybe he spotted another rover... maybe there was some explanation for this...

“I know what you’re thinking, and no. The rover he spotted your corpse on was the exact same vehicle that you drove into the hangar. It couldn’t have been anyone else.” Sebastian motioned his hands toward a monitor in front of him. “We didn’t get the security footage of the cargo bay room declassified and remeshed until just this morning. Do you remember that flight, where you met the SCP-939 you’re so fond of?”

I nodded. “Tomato, right?”

Sebastian waved me closer. “You should look at this.”

He pressed play on the video footage, and the scene displayed me, unconscious on the floor. Next thing that happened was Tomato came into view, before uttering a sentence. Moments later... He chowed down on my body.

I put a hand on my mouth in shock. “Don’t look away just yet. Wait and see...”

Sebastian sped up the footage, and the feed showed the wounds I had gained somehow healing, slowly, but it was healing. Every time the wounds looked like they would almost close completely, Tomato bit again.

The cycle repeated itself maybe 6 times when it looked like Tomato had enough and just lied down on the floor instead of continuing his assault.

Maybe 20 minutes later, it seemed I was regaining consciousness.

“I think we can end the footage there.”

I immediately felt my exposed skin, feeling for any scars. There were none.

“How... How is this possible?”

Sebastian motioned for me to sit back down at the visitation chair. “Well... The leading hypothesis is that you are an anomalous entity capable of regenerating from even the most life-threatening injuries.”

Sebastian took a pause. “If- well, there’s really no other possibility- if you are an anomaly, me and the other foundation council members have no other choice than to revoke your clearance completely and assign you to be monitored daily. Cooperate, however, and things might change.”

I gulped some saliva as the gravity of the situation dawned on me. “Yeah... I understand.”

Sebastian pointed to the keycard hanging around my neck. “Put that on the table, please.”

I nodded and did as he told me.

“Now... Since we are still uncertain exactly how your anomalous powers work, as well as the possibility that there might be more to it we don’t know of yet, you’ll start off with the classification of Euclid. We simply don’t know enough about your properties to determine if they may be of any danger to personnel around you, or yourself.”

Sebastian motioned to the door. “I’ll escort you to your containment cell now.”

The cell I found myself in was more or less the same as my office, only that one of the walls was replaced with a plexiglass window, and my door had one-way access only. The window let researchers look into my office area. Fortunately, they gave me some privacy as the bathroom was the only room not being monitored at all times.

The next few hours included some tests, most of them involved me committing suicide in one way or another. The researchers stood by, scribbling away at their notepads before concluding the tests.

You’d think I'd be traumatized or just in agony the whole time, but I couldn’t even place my finger on remembering a single one of my deaths. It wasn’t as if I once had the memory and had forgotten it either, because you can always recall a lost memory if you try hard enough. It was as if the memory had simply never existed in the first place.

But there was no doubting the fact that I was unkillable. Waking up from the fact that I pulled a trigger on a gun pointing at my own face was more than enough to convince not only me, but the foundation that anything that would normally be fatal to a human I could brush off no problem.

Don’t think they immediately made me shoot myself though. They had me do all sorts of self-mutilation experiments, which all healed. Even amputation didn’t affect the healing process. The limb would either reattach itself if it was close enough, or it would begin growing out of my body kinda like Deadpool would.

Even when they punctured my heart and I seemingly lost all my blood I remained conscious, and alive.

The tests where I lived were the ones I remember best.

The Agony.

It didn’t take long for Sebastian in particular to completely write off tests where I was subjected to non-mortal wounds, as it was simply inhumane.

And inhumane It certainly was. I’ve been injured before in my life, sure, but life-threatening injuries are on another level entirely.

Anyway, after they were done with all their initial tests, they left me to my own devices. Safe to say I was exhausted, and after brushing my teeth I went to bed.

“Tomato... Cherry... I miss you two.”

The thought of my 939 companions was the last thing that crossed my mind before I let out a last sigh and drifted off to sleep.

Time for a whole new life.