SCP-9834: Ghost of an Extinguished World

Out of the frying pan and into corn.

Day 3 since the apocalypse from the Sun

Journal Entry #1: I decided to make a personal journal for the events around me. Let me start with introducing who I am. 

I am SCP-9834. I am a dude in my mid 30's whose of [REDACTED] descent. Hehehe. I added the redaction btw. It is always funny to me when I read their files and it's just an ink fest and expunges. Anyways, the reason I got locked up in the Foundation, it's because I somehow got splashed by water, which I later found out to be the Fountain of Youth. They were chasing a scientist, who somehow got his hands on it, on the highway me and my family happened to be at the time. By some misfortune, the scientist crashed against our car and the liquid drenched me and my family in the process. Some soldiers caught up and arrested the scientist, while they investigated us. My mom and little brother reverted back 5 years in age, but I stayed the same. We were obviously panicking, but the soldiers calmed us down by saying "help will arrive soon." More scientists and people in hazmat suits arrived at the scene. Some of them even had flamethrowers, which definitely did not calm our nerves. One of them approached and was fascinated that I was unaffected by the water.

"Do you feel anything changing within you?" Is probably what he asked. My memory isn't the best.

"What the hell is going on!?" A natural response I gave. The people took me away and locked me up in the back of a vehicle and sped out of there. They were asking me tons of questions, but I was more worried about my family. I was fearing the worst and something manifested behind me and broke the door open. Without thinking, I jump out and run back to them, only to witness them being burned inside the car. I barely remember what happened next. All I know is I screamed to the high heavens and heard people shouting, while gunshots and screams of pain were invading my mind.

I woke up in a white room, with something looking down on me. It is SCP-9834-1 or Newi as I call her. She is a tall humanoid creature of 7'9 in height. Yea I know I'm from America, bite me. She has bronze skin and is wearing white bandages covering her breasts, waists and legs. Her feet are reptilian and she boasts white angel wings on her back. Her defining features is her white hair, that covers her eyes and reaches down to her feet. The other one is her long ass black claws that are OBVIOUSLY used for cuddling. I just realized you can't write sarcasm, but it is what it is. 

You can imagine the horror when someone wakes up with that thing on top of you. I retreated to the corner of the room, scared for my life. But she stood there. Looking at me confused. I could sense she wasn't hostile, but that didn't change from me shitting my pants. 

"Are you okay, SCP-9834?" I heard someone spoke through an intercom. That's when I noticed a one way mirror, or whatever the fuck the actual term is, behind me. 

"Get me out of here! Please! What's going on!?" Pressing against the mirror. I'm not ashamed to admit to crying like a little bitch. 

"Calm down. I'm going to ask you a couple questions, if that is fine with you?" The voice was trying to be reassuring, but that didn't stop me from punching the mirror. As if copying me, Newi started scratching and cracking the mirror. An alarm went off and soldiers busted in with their guns pointed at me. Newi sensing danger, sliced them in half. That was when I found out that any damage she takes, I receive back. One of their shots landed on her shoulder and a bullet wound appeared in the same place. She then disappeared.

After a while, things calmed down and I was tied up and sent to another room. Another white room, but this time it had a table and two chairs across one another. I was chained to one of them and a black haired scientist sat on the other.

"Hello. My name is Dr. [REDACTED]. I know this must be stressful for you, but you are now part of the Foundation, SCP-9834."

"I have a fucking name! It's [REDACTED]! Not fucking SCP-9834! And what the fuck was that monster!?" Yea. I was definitely not in the right state of mind to be interviewed.