Final Descendant After War - Skibidi Toilet Harem x Male Reader

Chapter 5 pt2

Y/N sat on a bed, he was stuck in a cell. There was a bed, a small closet and desk. There was also 2 doors, one leading outside and one to the bathroom, which was pretty basic, a sink, toilet, mirror and shower.

Y/N had learnt some things, number 1, he killed G-Man, or otherwise known as SCP 353881-1 here. Turns out he could bite things and turn them into Skibidi, which were 353881-2. And there was also the Scientist who was 353881-3 and he was what happened when a 2 was able to live for a long time.

Number 2, this place was called the SCP foundation, SCP standing for Secure, Contain, Protect. They contained whatever normal society couldn't know about here and researched it. Y/N was specifically at Site 19, apparently one of the most well known ones in the foundation.

Number 3, Y/N was now a SCP, more specifically SCP 26609-1. SCP 26609-2 was his gear which had been confiscated and put into a locker somewhere.

Number 4, the races were divided, so far Y/N had found answers to multiple groups. Cameramen were the foundation. They did the containing and research. The Speaker Men were the D-Class, the guinea pigs besides the anomalies in the foundation for them to use. TV Men were a group called the chaos insurgency, a defect group trying to bring the foundation down. The computer men were apart of the Global Occult Coalition, a group who also deals with anomalies but via killing them. There were the clockmen, who were part of the Church of the Broken God. The Forgers were now a group called Dr Wondertainment and Marshall, Carter and Dark.

Y/N leaned back, already looking around for ways to escape his cell, he had requested to just be able to go back home, but he had been denied as apparently they didn't want to risk breaking reality, even though Y/N had teleported just fine using his gear many times before. He knew it was a lie.

He looked over the things he had been given, he walked up to the door and formed some nanites around his arm and punched it, the cold steel barely budged as a lavender scent was projected. Y/N ignored the calming scent as he struck it multiple more times until he was eventually shocked, he stood back and shook his left arm.

Y/N: For fucks sake....

He looked around once more, eventually landing on the button on his door, it allowed for him to call site personnel if he needed anything. Basically if his cell lit on fire he could let them know so they could get his body out by the time they had been bothered to get someone to put the fire out and he was already dead.

Y/N was interrupted by the door opening and 2 Cameramen walking in, they slotted some cuffs on Y/N.

Y/N: Your aware I can break out of these pretty easily.

Y/N just snapped them in half as they raised their rifles.

Y/N: Just saying it's kinda pointless, besides I'm bored as fuck, if it's an opportunity to do something different I'll go with you guys.

They kept their rifles raised at him as they led him through multiple test chambers, he looked at the door. SCP 682. Though Y/N noticed his power Glove on a table.

Guard: Put it on.

Y/N nodded and slotted it on as the door was opened and Y/N was forced inside.