SCP 963-3

Therapy with God (343)

When Izuku arrived at Isa's office, he was hesitant to enter this time... because this was something he didn't think he'd ever want to do. The reason was simple: He didn't want that monster's name as his own. That much was clear... it was nothing but a pseudonym to hide from the authorities... and it was also his original mother's name. He didn't want to forget her... but at the same time... well, he never really knew her, as sad as it was to say. As it currently stands, it is his legal name, and the greenette needed her help to change that. Knocking on the door, it opened to his adoptive mother. She smiled slightly, glad to see him, asking: "Well? Besides linking 8619 to 7520, how did it go?"

Taking a seat in front of her desk as the door hissed shut behind him... Izuku replied: "I was right. He is... he is my father."
She nodded, sympathetic in spirit. "Well, we cannot control who our parents are." There seemed to be more to that... but for now, that was the end of that line of inquiry.

Well, still avoiding the main subject he wanted, well, had to discuss, Izuku stuck to business. "Have you found them yet?"
Shaking her head, she sighed, "No. Not yet. But... it really isn't our problem to solve."

As Izuku thought about the League, he had an epiphany about how to catch them. It was a gutsy, out of the box plan, but still... something interesting. "I have an idea."
"What is it?" She could tell it'd be unique... but was already positive about where it headed...
"Well, I could make Todoroki wear my pendant and send him..."
Interrupting the proposal, it was vehemently: "Denied. That would be a breach of Containment protocols for 963-1. While you have been quite good for us, I cannot go against the council's decisions." What she didn't mention was that she was against sending him into espionage a
Seeing her so impassioned did put a slight damper on his voice, I knew she took this seriously, but... "It was just a thought."
Softening her tone, Isa considered Izuku's emotions. Not something she would do for anyone else, mind you. "It is a good one, but we cannot weaponize anomalies. It would make us no better than the Chaos Insurgency and threaten reality as it is. So, sorry, but I have to."

Izuku nodded soundlessly... and the room went quiet. After another few seconds of unadulterated silence, only broken by the clack of keys as Isa typed something, probably a report from the sounds of things... Izuku then asked: "I would like a request."

She didn't look up, still focusing on her work. "What is it?"

"I want to have your last name."

A silence hung in the air as she stopped immediately after he spoke, and looked up at him through her glasses. She fully took in what her adopted son was saying. It would be taking their relationship as mother and son a step further, something that, frankly, she didn't realize would hapen... and it shocked her. When signing up to work for the Foundation, Isa was fully understanding the fact she wouldn't feel love. That she would become a sort of monster in her own right. That she would never have a child. But now... now he would be, in all but blood. O5-2 did mention about how much she meant to him, but work had kept her from investigating on her own. It was safe to say she was surprised, pleasantly. The heartwarming gesture even broke her normally cold voice, causing it to stutter. "R-Really?"

Looking her in the eyes, Izuku simply stated: "Yes."

Another awkward silence. When she finally realized this was actually happening, she breathed in, regaining her composure. "I... I will take care of it. I'm... honored that you think so highly of me."

And, of course, the reply to that was simple... heartwarming and reminded her that, even though he bore 963-1... he was still a child. A previously neglected one, that valued her here and now. "You're my mom. Of course I do."

For the first time in her young, but very successful life, Isa Rabenherz blushed with embarrassment. "R-Right."

He looked at her, surprised. But, before he could say anything, she cleared her throat, using a closed left hand to cover her face as she did so. "Onto the next topic... I know that this mission was very... emotionally taxing." Her face went back to being pale, her usual look. "So, I'm organizing a chance for you to meet SCP 343 for therapeutic reasons. He is one of the few beneficial entities within our containment, and Eve has had a session with him before. I think it would help."
He didn't look at her directly, only stating. "If you think it's best..."