Alden wakes up and blinks a few times. The lights are extremely bright and he raises his hand to block them. After a second of his vision adjusting he notices the knife in his hand. When he notices the knife, it falls and lands on his chest. Alden flinches and the brief moment of panic subsides. He sits up and picks up the knife. The knife doesn’t look special in any way, and hasn’t changed from what he can tell. The room around him is similar to the one he was in during the interview, just without the glass window. Alden looks around him and notices he’s not connected to anything. He shifts his legs to hang off the bed he’s sitting on. “Hello?” Alden says. After waiting for a moment, he stands up since there is no response. “If you guys want me to do something, I don’t know what you want,” He states. Still, no response comes. He sighs and looks at the bed next to him. He looks down at the knife and something comes to his mind. “I’m bored and I have a knife, so as long as you guys don’t mind, I’m going to see how well it cuts things,” Alden states. No response comes. He shrugs and grabs a chunk of the sheets on his bed. He lifts the knife and begins to cut the bedding. The knife cuts through the sheets like they’re water. Alden recovers from his motion of cutting because it was easier than he expected. He looks at the knife with shock. He removes the sheets from the bed and exposes the mattress. Alden lifts the knife again and begins to cut it. The knife again cuts through with ease. “Huh?” Alden reacts. He crouches down to the legs of the bed and lines up the knife perpendicular to it. He pulls his arm back a few inches and swings the knife at the leg. The knife cuts cleanly through the metallic frame. The bed makes a clicking sound as its weight redistributes. “Woah…” Alden says. He looks around the room to see if there is anything strong he could test it on. “Oh! I know,” He remarks. Alden runs up to the wall next to his bed and scraps the edge of the blade onto it. As he does, a cut mark is left in its path. He pulls back the knife and goes for a slice on the wall. He feels a bit more resistance, but the knife still glides through the wall with ease. Alden looks at the knife again, and back at the wall. Alden backs up and adjusts the knife in his hand. “I’ve only done this a few times, but hopefully it works,” Alden says. He reels his arm back and throws the knife at the wall. As he throws the knife, he notices it rotate once and then level out to only fly with the tip pointing forward. Just before the knife makes contact with the wall, a door he couldn’t see in the wall prior, flies open. He looks over at the door then hears the knife hit the wall and clink on the floor. A group of people with tactical gear walk into the room, guns pointing at him. He instinctively raises his hands. “Stand Down!” One of them yells. “What!? I’m not doing anything!?” Alden reacts. A scientist walks into the room with a machine and begins to scan the knife. “What is she-“ Alden begins to say. “Don’t speak!” The same person yells. Alden jumps and takes a step back. “Anomalous readings,” The scientist states. The scientist stands up from analyzing the knife and begins to walk to Alden. “Don’t do anything, allow for a basic anomalous scan,” The same person explains. “You have guns pointed at me, I wouldn’t have prior, I’m definitely not going to now,” Alden says. The scientist walks to Alden and begins scanning him with a weird device. “Just don’t move, you’ll be fine. This is just a protocol thing,” She says. Alden remains still and the scan is completed. “More anomalous reading…” She states. “Well yea, I thought that’s why you guys were keeping me here?” Alden asks. “No, well... We had you here due to 701, but our tests showed you didn’t trace it anymore. We were going to do more tests, then you started doing whatever you were and we jumped in before you destroyed the place,” She says, adding a hint of emphasis to her last statement. Alden drops his shoulders and gets a slightly embarrassed feeling. “Yea, sorry. I was just experimenting since it-“ Alden begins to say, starting to talk with his hands. As his hands begin to drop, another person steps forward and yells. Alden flinches and partially covers his head with his hands. As he does, the knife flies across the room and towards him. One of the people notices the knife and reacts to it, accidentally firing a shot at Alden. The knife makes it to Alden’s hand and the bullet hits the knife, ricocheting into a wall. The bullet hits the wall and creates small cracks around where it made contact. “DROP THE KNIFE!” One of them yells. Alden releases his grip on the knife and it falls to the ground. The scientist refocuses herself after standing right next to a shot being fired. “How, how did you do that?” She asks. “I don’t know, why the Hell did you Shoot ME!?” Alden yells. The group of people raise their guns. “Don’t MOVE!” They yell. “That’s enough!” The scientist screams. “You are dismissed,” She continued. They lower their weapons and slowly make their way out of the room. Alden drops his hands and looks at the scientist. “What are you guys doing, I understand you want to be safe, but you can’t just sho-“ Alden begins to say. “I don’t know what is wrong with them, but you need to get some more testing done. Follow me,” The scientist says, cutting him off. She begins to walk away and Alden waits for a moment. He looks at the ground and then back to her. “Please, come with me,” She states. “What about the knife?” Alden asks. “You’re the only one who can do anything with it, so pick it up and bring it,” She says, walking through the door. Alden crouches to pick up the knife, but stops before he reaches the ground. He holds his hand inches above the knife. He feels he should wait for a moment and after a second the knife quickly lifts up, into his hand. His eyes widen with surprise and he looks at the knife. He snaps out of his shock and stands up to run to the door.

The Sergeant walks into his office and sits down. He reads over his usual stack of papers, and moves them to corresponding parts of his desk. As he moves them, he notices a file that looks familiar. He slides it to the front of his desk and opens it. “Your special case is as special as you thought,” A sticky note reads. The Sergeant starts flipping through the pages of the file and sees another note with an arrow drawn on it. “No memetic, still anomalous,” The note reads. The Sergeant continues through the file and leans back in his chair. He begins to go over more of the file and then his phone rings. He picks it up and hears the Doctor’s voice on the other end. “I was told you arrived around this hour,” The Doctor says. “Well, I picked up the phone, so,” The Sergeant responds. A brief sigh is heard through the phone. “Sergeant, he is anomalous. We don’t know how, but since he is anomalous, we are going to need to question you along with your team concerning your… ‘contact’ with him,” The Doctor states, emphasizing the word contact. “Doctor, are you saying my team did something to him?” The Sergeant asks, with a growing disbelief. “I am not saying that Sergeant. But, we have to go through a history, exposure risks, and so on. So this is more so protocol,” The Doctor explains. “Wait, you’re classifying him as an SCP?” The Sergeant reacts. “Yes, likely a subset of 701, and as I said, your team had direct contact with him, just as other teams have,” The Doctor says. The Sergeant doesn’t say anything in response to this. “This does mean that your work, and your team’s, has been stopped for the time being. I will be sending out messages to your whole team, you may tell them sooner if you wish, save them the trouble of some work. You all will be notified of your interview time,” The Doctor states. The Sergeant is about to respond, but the phone clicks and a dial tone hums. The Sergeant puts the phone down and walks out of his office. “Listen up!” He yells. Everyone stands up and looks at him. “We are done with work today,” The Sergeant states. Everyone looks at each other and back at the Sergeant with confusion. “Our most recent incident has developed into something a bit more than prior expectations. This means that every one of us is currently held from our duties until further notice. I have been told you will receive a message for further instruction. In the meantime, I recommend saving your work and taking a break before the foundation’s protocol steps in,” The Sergeant says. “Sir, how has the situation developed that stops our work?” Someone asks. “I am unsure of whether or not I can share this information at the moment, but if and when I can, I will let you know,” He explains.

“We did some more tests, Doctor. We have never seen this before, not from victims of SCP-701, not from victims of other SCP’s, he doesn’t even show relation to any other SCPs we have to date,” A scientist explains. “Are you positive? Some of the tests only have a 98% success rate,” The Doctor asks. “Doctor, we ran all tests multiple times, and even if we wanted to, some tests require him to be perfectly still, and we’ve put him under so many times, we’re risking his health if we do again. He is a new anomaly, I know you want to avoid that, but we-” The scientist tries to say. “I understand...” The Doctor interrupts. “Apologies… the work for adding a completely new SCP is quite the task. Keeping him classified as part of 701 is much easier…” The Doctor explains. “All things considered Doctor… there is no resemblance between him and 701 anymore. The knife doesn’t even show any traces. So we need to give him his own SCP number and give the knife its own within his SCP number,” The scientist states. The Doctor sighs, and pinches his temples. “I know, I know… I already have the request sent to the site director… I was hoping I could just refute the request, keep everything simple and easier to manage, but it won’t come to that,” The Doctor says. “Have you not done this before with other SCP’s?” The scientist asks. “Yes, I have… but this is different,” The Doctor explains. “How is it different? He presents anomalous qualities, yes it’s a lot of paperwork, but you fill it out like you have with plenty others,” The scientist responds. “It’s above your pay grade to worry…” The Doctor says, sighing.

“What is this test for?” Alden asks. “Unfortunately, I can’t tell you, but it’ll help us figure out what’s happening with you,” A researcher explains. “Oh, okay. Should I prepare for a sharp pain or something?” Alden asks. “No, you shouldn’t feel a thing, but if you do, let me know,” the researcher states. “Ok,” Alden replies. The researcher finishes what they were setting and sits up in their chair. “I wish we had more people like you show up,” the researcher says. “Oh?” Alden responds. “You’re a lot calmer than most people we do this test on,” the researcher explains. “Well, I’m probably not going to be here for long, so I might as well make it easy for you, right?” Alden states. The researcher looks off to the side and then back to Alden. “Let’s just get through this test. It should only take us a few minutes,” the researcher explains.

The Doctor walks into a room with some researchers reviewing test results. “What came back?” The Doctor asks. “Just as we were starting to expect, new anomalous readings and the knife carries the same readings,” A female researcher states. “Do we have theories on how that happened?” The Doctor asks. “Regarding the knife? She asks. “Yes,” The Doctor responds. “We believe he made it anomalous. Well, changed its anomalous properties,” She explains. “Are you implying he has anomalous properties that combated the 701 memetic?” The Doctor asks. “Yes, we did some dating on him, and we believe he’s been anomalous for almost all of his life, the readings always vary of course,” She says. “Well… it’s definitely turning into more than just a new 701 anomaly...” The Doctor states. “Oh, also Doctor, he’s fully recovered from any psychological damage that 701 could have caused on him,” A male researcher explains. “Really?” The Doctor responds, turning to face him. “Yes, he doesn’t display any symptoms of psychosis or related issues, and he’s actually been very calm throughout the testing we’ve been doing on him,” He says. The Doctor doesn’t say anything in response to this. “This is quite unique considering his interview he had with the Sergeant. He started off displaying normal mental conflict, specifically to note with the knife, but by the time the interview was coming to an end, he seemed to be over it. I believe his symptoms healed throughout that time,” He states. “That’s impossible, people don’t heal mental trauma that quickly,” The Doctor reacts. “Doctor, It lines up with our times of testing. We tested him a few times before the interview, it was present before the interview started, he calmed down during the interview, then when it was over, our tests continued to show negative for any traces of the memetic. He did, and Doctor, we work with anomalies… understanding the impossible is our job,” The female researcher states. The Doctor looks at her and sighs. “Alright, we need to start some standard classification tests, make sure we check if he possesses a memetic or antimemetic himself, and-“ The Doctor begins to say. “We’ve already started. He was very open to taking the tests, and said he was willing to experiment with his knife,” The male researcher interrupts. The Doctor’s head quickly spins to look at him. “You should meet the kid, he’s very nice,” He says. “He’s a college student,” The Doctor responds. “Yes, Film Major, Sophomore, enjoys reading, plays tennis, certified in CPR. I’m aware Doctor. He makes those long tests a bit easier to get through,” He states, turning away from the Doctor to continue working. The Doctor looks at the other researchers in the room. They all avoid his gaze and return to work. The Doctor walks out of the room. The doctor walks down a few hallways and makes his way into his office. He takes a seat and dials a phone.

The Sergeant hears his phone ring in his office and dismisses himself from the conversation he was having to pick it up. “Hello,” The Sergeant answers. “Sergeant, how would you like some one-on-one time with your special case,” The Doctor asks. “How do you mean?” The Sergeant responds. “Well, I was hoping it wouldn’t get to such a point, but it’s unavoidable… He’s getting his own SCP classification, pending site director approval,” The Doctor explains. “The kid is becoming his own SCP?” The Sergeant reacts. “Yes, but so is that fancy knife that’s attached to him. So, how does some testing sound?” The Doctor asks. “Testing on the knife?” The Sergeant clarifies. “Yes, round up some materials and some of your team's weapons to test its durability. It already cut through the walls of the holding room he was in, just so you have a starting point,” The Doctor states. “Oh, ok, well, the most I can do is fire some weapons at it, we don’t have many direct contact weapons considering the SCP’s my team fights, could I possibly get some more material? Simple; like wood, steel, concrete,” The Sergeant asks. “I’m sure I can find some around the site to give to you. You’ll meet up with him later today, I’ll inform you of the time given other testing we may run,” The Doctor explains. “Roger that, also Doctor. Am I allowed to explain to my crew, at least the ones that aren’t in for questioning yet, why they’re being questioned? They’re bored as hell in the office,” The Sergeant questions. The Doctor sighs. “Yes, but keep it vague,” The Doctor replies. “Thank you sir,” The Sergeant says. The call disconnects and the Sergeant stands up and walks out of his office. “Everyone, at least those who are still here,” The Sergeant announces. “I’ll inform those who come back from interviews if they need it, but our most recent incident might have brought a new SCP to the foundation’s attention,” The Sergeant states. The group of people scattered around the office reply with surprised faces. “The male victim from the last 701 incident is getting classified, hence why we need to be brought in for questions. Hope that this clears up the air a bit,” The Sergeant explains. “The college student who fought SCP-701-1?” A team member asks. “Yes, him,” The Sergeant responds. “Do they think we did it to him?” Another team member asks. “No, but the foundation has protocols and we need to follow them,” The Sergeant states. The room goes silent for a moment. “If you have any other questions, I’ll answer them to the best of my abilities and remember to go to your interviews. I have enough work being pushed behind as is, I don’t want any more because of someone’s absence,” The Sergeant says, walking back into his office.

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The Sergeant moves some targets around in an indoor shooting range and hears a door open. He finishes setting up one target and makes his way past the shooting dividers to the door. As he gets there, he sees Alden waving to the researchers leaving him. “Hello,” The Sergeant announces. Alden turns around and looks surprised. “Oh, hi, you’re the dude that interviewed me right?” Alden asks. “Yes I am, and I’ve been told you’ve grown to like that knife of yours,” The Sergeant states. “Well, it magically flies to me, so of course I like it,” Alden explains. “It flies to you?” The Sergeant reacts. “Yes, I’m still working on how it happens, but I’ve been messing with it and some researchers had me do some experiments with controlling it,” Alden states. “Ah, I see. Well, I’ve been told to run your knife through some tests, cutting stuff. I did hear it deflected a bullet, so I have some weapons to test it on,” The Sergeant explains. “Oh, what kind?” Alden asks. “Some standard SCP foundation rifles, and some other, more scientific, ones I don’t know that much about, but it helps us fight things like 701 and other anomalies, so it’ll be good for the researchers to take notes,” The Sergeant says. “What do they shoot?” Alden asks. “The round size? We use NATO, at least for the normal rifles,” The Sergeant answers. “7.62?” Alden quickly questions. “No, 5.56. Do you shoot?” The Sergeant asks. “Sometimes. I’m a college student, so it’s not like I can just shoot whenever I want, but I go out to the range with friends every once in a while,” Alden explains. “Oh, nice,” The Sergeant reacts. Alden is about to ask something, but the door swings open and someone walks up to the Sergeant. The person presents the Sergeant with an ear piece. “Oh, of course,” The Sergeant says. He takes the ear piece and puts it in his ear. “What’s that?” Alden asks. The person walks out and closes the door behind them. “They want to be able to talk to me while I do this,” The Sergeant explains. “Oh, makes sense. Also, what’s your name?” Alden reacts. “You can refer to me as Sergeant for now, but shall we get started?” Sergeant asks. Alden nods his head and the Sergeant guides him to the targets. “I put the shooting targets on them in case you were delayed and I wanted to get some more practice in, but since you’re here,” The Sergeant says, ripping the target paper and revealing a wooden block. “I have called in for several materials to test your knife. I have wood, steel, some concrete, and I was hoping for the Doctor to be more creative, but I got all I asked for,” The Sergeant explains. “Cool, so I’m here to just cut stuff?” Alden asks. “For the most part, yes. I’ll ask you to contact the materials in different ways, and I’ll ask how the knife feels when you do so, just give me as good of a response as you can, like you did during the interview,” The Sergeant explains. “Alright,” Alden says. The Sergeant Steps off to the side of the wood and pulls out a clipboard. “I assume you already know this, but this is being recorded and I will be taking notes,” The Sergeant states. “Ok,” Alden responds. After saying that, Alden swings the knife through the air, cutting the wood in half. The top half of the wood slides a few inches in the direction of the cut. “How did that feel?” The Sergeant asks. Alden and The Sergeant proceed through more tests. At each test, the knife cuts through the material with ease. Each time Alden replies with the variations of, ‘I barely felt it hit anything’. After each test the Sergeant took notes and noticed that the cut in the material was much larger than the knife’s blade. After running through the base materials, the Sergeant asked Alden to place the knife on a stand in the range. The Sergeant then took Alden out of the range and presented various rifles to him. He would explain their firepower and round size, then prep for firing the weapon. After each round was fired the knife only moved with the motion of the bullet, not receiving any scratches, dents, or blemishes. After the Sergeant finished shooting the weapons he had Alden titled the knife on the stand it was locked in. “Are you curious about the ricocheted bullets?” Alden asks. “Yes, we want to collect some of them to see if any of the anomalous properties spread to them,” The Sergeant explains. “I assume you’ll do that with the wood and everything else you had me cut,” Alden says. “Yes, they’ll probably look at those too,” The Sergeant answers. “Could I possibly take a few shots? With one of the standard issue rifles, I know I probably can’t shoot the other ones,” Alden asks. The Sergeant waits a second, and doesn't seem to get anything with his patience. “I don’t see a problem with it, I’ll let you shoot some 5.56, have you done it before,” The Sergeant asks. “Only a few times, on some specialty days the range hosts,” Alden responds. “Ok, I’ll get you set up,” The Sergeant states. The Sergeant arranges some equipment and motions for Alden to step into a shooting divider. Alden grabs the rifle in front of him, gets a fell for it on the front of his shoulder then switches the safety. He takes a second to focus his aim and fires. The bullet hits the knife and bounces off into the wall. Alden looks back and the Sergeant waves his hand. “Use the full clip,” The Sergeant mouths. Alden looks forward again and continues to take shots at the knife. He misses a couple times, but most hit and fly off to the side. After he finishes shooting all the bullets, he turns the safe on, checks if there’s any bullets left in the gun and sets it down on the ledge in front of him. The Sergeant takes off his ear protection and walks to Alden. “Nice shooting, I’d say you can try some more, but I’ve probably overstayed this idea for long enough,” The Sergeant explains. “That’s fair, it was fun at least. I was curious to see if something different would happen just because I was shooting it,” Alden states. “Yea, well, these are tests and that is something that I’m sure the researchers will note when looking back at this experiment. What do you think would happen?” The Sergeant asks. “I don’t know, I’m not an anomaly, I wouldn’t be surprised if It started exploding instead of deflecting,” Alden says. The Sergeant pauses for a second after hearing his first sentence, then shakes his head. “What all have you learned about the knife?” The Sergeant questions. “As of now, I can make it fly to me,” Alden states. The Sergeant gives a surprised look and steps to the side, motioning to the knife. Alden reaches out his hand towards the knife and it shifts off the stand it’s on, flying directly to Alden's hand. Alden twirls it in his hand and shows it to the Sergeant. “Can you make it move away from you? Or do something else?” The Sergeant asks. “I didn’t think about trying that. I kinda just learned how to hone in this ability, I don’t know what causes it or how to change it,” Alden explains. “Just give it a try,” The Sergeant says. Alden looks at the knife and shrugs. He turns to face down reach and lets the knife rest in his open hand. Alden looks at the knife and feels it move a few times. It tips and rocks in his hand for a moment, then flies off and hits the stand it was previously on. After making contact, it breaks a chunk off the stand and falls to the ground. “Oh, wow! I kinda did it,” Alden says. “Yea, do you think you could hold it in place while I shoot at it?” The Sergeant asks. “I uh, I guess?” Alden shakily answers. Alden looks down range and after a moment of silence, the knife floats up from behind the stand it damaged. It hovers forward to be just above the stand and stops. “Can you hold it there?” The Sergeant asks. “I can only try, I’m not 100% sure how I’m doing this,” Alden replies. The Sergeant nicely shifts Alden out of the divider, puts some ear protection on him and grabs a weapon. The Sergeant readies himself and fires a shot. It hits the knife and bounces off just as it did before. The Sergeant looks behind the Alden. “You good?” He mouths. Alden briefly looks at the Sergeant and then nods his head. The Sergeant fires the rest of the bullets in the gun and then sets the weapon down. The Sergeant takes off his and Alden’s ear protection. “You still alright?” The Sergeant asks. “Yea, It’s easier now. Whatever it was, I think I’ve gotten used to doing it,” Alden explains. “So you can move it around telepathically?” The Sergeant asks. “I guess, I again have only really just learned how to do this. Does this happen with all people that fight, uh, SCPs? Whatever you call them,” Alden responds. “No, I think I’ve heard stories of people affected by SCPs, but not like this, at least not in my sector of work,” The Sergeant replies. Alden reaches his hand up and the knife flies to his hand, leaving the stand before his hand even started to lift up. “Can I keep these powers?” Alden says. “What?” The Sergeant replies. “I know with all this you figure out what’s wrong with me, and fix it. Can I keep this cool ability even when you fix whatever happened to me?” Alden restates. The Sergeant looks at Alden and waits for someone to talk in his earpiece. “Are you okay? Oh, is someone talking… I’m sorry,” Alden asks, but then quiets his voice. “No, I’m not listening to anyone. I was hoping someone would say something to me, but… Out of curiosity. What all have the people running tests told you?” The Sergeant questions. “Not much, I assume it’s something I probably don’t understand, why do you ask?” Alden replies. “Oh, nothing, I’m just as curious as you are. I’m not a researcher so I don’t understand most of their jargon either,” The Sergeant states. A brief silence follows the Sergeant's statement. “Well, we’ve been at this for a while, so how about you help me start shutting down shop?” The Sergeant asks. “Sure,” Alden replies. Alden lets go of the knife and it hovers next to him as he begins to help. After a few minutes of helping, some people walk into the shooting range and call for Alden.

The Doctor finishes compiling some papers into a folder and hears a knock at his office door. “It’s open,” He says, looking for a place to store the folder. “You haven’t told him he’s anomalous?” The Sergeant asks, opening the door. The Doctor sighs and motions for the Sergeant to close the door. The Sergeant does so and remains standing next to it. “He’s only a college student, I’m not going to tell him he’s some special anomaly until we learn how to deal with him,” The Doctor states. “So you’re just going to let him live with the pretense that he’ll be fixed and sent back to his old life?” The Sergeant asks, taking a few steps to the Doctor’s desk. “Yes, I am. It doesn’t risk him thinking he can overpower our staff and result in us having to put him down with force,” The Doctor replies. “So what happens when you do? He’s been down here for how many days, and he’ll be down here for how many more? When you finally tell him, he’ll have been through the ringer of tests and probably feel more inclined to escape,” The Sergeant states. “Sergeant, I am unsure of this liking you have come to gain with him, but he is an anomaly. A conscience one at that. Yes, he’s a human, yes, he has feelings, but we might be dealing with something we don’t understand, and I’m not going to risk something like that just to make someone feel better,” The Doctor states, closing the drawer he put the folder in. “But Doctor-” The Sergeant begins to say. “Listen,” The Doctor interrupts. “I don’t expect you to understand, because our two fields of work are very different. You are a response team coordinator. You help people in response to anomalies, I’m a Doctor, not in the traditional sense as you are well aware of. We both work for the Foundation and the Foundation has a goal. Each of our jobs assist in completing this goal. I am sure I don’t have to recite what that goal is,” The Doctor states, standing up to meet the Sergeant’s eyes. “You work to keep part of that goal true. You handle response teams to anomalous events. Securing anomalies when needed and helping Contain them. I on the other hand work in keeping the whole goal of the foundation. I am part of management relative to Securing, I design and help with contracting Containment, and head or assist with learning about anomalies to help those who Protect them. Not just from the world, but the world to them,” The Doctor continues. The Sergeant looks at the Doctor, not saying anything. “I am not trying to dismiss your position or show some power over you, because all sectors within the Foundation work together to complete this goal. There would be no learning and researching anomalies if there were no teams sent to respond to anomalous events, and there would be no response teams if there were no people waiting to help learn and contain what they respond to. So Sergeant… Please, do not question the work I am doing. You would not take kindly to some researcher telling you how to do your job, so do not approach me with the same attitude,” The Doctor finishes. The Sergeant takes a few steps back and sighs. “Don’t let me talk to the kid then,” The Sergeant says, turning to walk out of the room. “Why did you take a liking to him? If I may ask.” The Doctor asks. The Sergeant stops right before he was about to grab the door knob. Silence follows the question. “I could tell something was different. Not just on the basis of how SCP-701 victims normally act, but there was something else I could infer. Something I feel like I knew,” The Sergeant responds. “Do you think it’s because of his anomalous effect that you felt that way?” The Doctor asks. “I don’t know, I’ve never run into a case like this before,” The Sergeant answers. “Well… can’t say I have either, but we’re both stuck here, now aren’t we?” The Doctor remarks. The Sergeant takes a deep breath and puts his hand on the door knob. “Keep me out of this until he’s been classified and he knows what he is… and make sure he’s still allowed to be human,” The Sergeant states. The Doctor is about to respond, but the Sergeant opens the door and leaves.