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since Doctor Wondertainment is basically a parody of Willy Wonka, I hereby declare it’s canon that doctor Wondertainment’s father is a dentist who’s only anomalous ability consists of teleporting houses.

My Discovery.

Has anyone else really truly wondered who they actually are? I've always wondered if I was even human, since I was a child. I've known since i was a child that while my whole family was Christian, I was Pagan. Nothing has changed since then, not even after me uncovering the existence of SCP-343.

I am still a Pagan, however I now truly question my humanity. The other day, while I was setting up some protection wards, I was also thinking on a topic I had heard of: Blood Magic. I had heard that even some of the most powerful and experienced Pagans were hesitant towards it.

I wanted to try it, I wanted to prove that I too, was powerful. This was my biggest mistake, and yet my greatest discovery. Moments later, I had everything set up at my altar. I prayed to Hades, my patron God, to protect me, and to help me in this ritual. I did everything i was instructed to do. I created a small cut on my hand, and let the blood drip into the spiced and herbed water. I proceeded to drink said liquid, until there was no more liquid to drink.

I felt no different. The instructions had specifically quoted to call on a very powerful word the moment I was in any danger after the ritual was performed. I thought nothing of this.

The next day at work with the foundation, there was a breach. It was very minor, as a D-class had somehow escaped and was deemed unsafe due to acquiring a gun.

While I was finding a safe place to hide, I, of course, had the luck of running into said D-class. He was only a few feet away from me, when he held up the gun at me with a psychotic, shit eating grin. I outstretched my hands in a moment of panic, for any form of defense. I remembered my previous instructions, and called upon the ancient word.

My palms felt warm, and almost burning. A beam of light appeared from my hands, aimed directly at the D-class. Within seconds and a short ear piercing screech, the D-class was nothing more than a pile of ashes. After a few discussions with some higher ups, and some speculation, I was deemed a Type Blue.

My name is Dr. Thompson, I work for the SCP Foundation, and I still don't think I'm entirely human.

She listens closely hoping to understand what might happen, but yet still nothing happens. Seconds feel like hours, and she final stands up to peek through the small bullet proof window on the door.

"Hello, you are a man of science, correct? " It's appears to be a breached D class.

"Well, more like a lady of science but yes...why, what's it to you..." She looks at him suspiciously.

"I'm actually investing in a necklace that apparently is scientifically designed to repel negative energies and wavelengths using proprietary biometric frequency infusion technology and scalar energy. Essentially its carrying good vibes around your neck... literally..."

((Ps. This is a real thing I'm investing in. I can post the link if you guys want.))

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