Glacial Motion (An SCP Reader Insert)

[Alpha] CH.01 - SCP-0X447//'Handling Notice'

It's been maybe a day of not being bothered after Dr. Bright had met you; you simply chalked it down to the danger of the scp he had allowed to become a part of your arsenal. Although you could use it, your version of the substance was more tame, and only responded to command or threat.

As for the wait, well, it had been a long period where you were able to just experiment. You found that ice was your main ability, that you could create it from nothing or draw water to do the same thing, though you could manipulate this ice as much as you wanted without a limit in distance, but in exertion. It was a bit like waving a limb around; it was easy, but got tiring after about an hour.

As a side note, you figured out that you could partially manipulate, with high difficulty, anything else with a crystalline or fractal atom structure, such as the graphite of a pencil. You weren't too practised in that, though.

You were thinking to yourself about what else you might be able to learn when the door was opened. You could tell who it was, and cringed at hearing his gleeful greeting to you echo throughout your room, that was now covered in a layer of ice that made it look like a cave.

Doctor Bright.

"Had you missed me? Well, you needn't, because I'm now in charge of experiments and testing with you!" His loud voice repeated itself in a chorus of echoes as you grew curious. If he was now in charge, then how would that affect you? You sure hoped it meant some better treatment, and maybe a bookcase or something like that.

Although, better ideas graced your mind as you felt like making the future slightly more stable. At that, you signed at him. "Can I go to the big lizard again?" You shot your chance, knowing that SCP-682 was not dangerous for you, and would give you time to prepare for the test after that by being predictable now.

The doctor looked at you for a minute with a downcast expression from the smile he previously had before it came back, with his voice in tow. "I don't see why not, as long as you behave, and keep 682 from killing site staff, otherwise you'll give me a fuck-ton of paperwork to ignore." He replied to you, continuing with a mischievous inflection in his tone.

"After all, I didn't get to see you be a Teddy bear for the overgrown lizard last time. We'll tell him to get ready for snuggle-time with you, and you can show me the truth in the rumours!" He basically shouted at you before darting out the room with a peculiar pep in his step.

Regardless of not being the biggest fan of his uncomfortable volatility, it seems like he'll be more lenient with you. Whether for his own amusement or for a sick joke, it's all the better for you to have him around. Although you won't be able to stop yourself from spearing him the next time he bellows so loudly in your presence.

Your ears are still faintly ringing with the echoes in your ice.

Soon, you picked yourself up, and began again experimenting with your abilities. You figured, that with your weak state, you should train some sort of fighting style so you don't get cornered by anyone dangerous.

In a swipe of your hand, your ice had creeped from your fingertips into the shape of a long polearm. It was called a Partisan spear. You held it in one hand relatively easy even though it had a mighty weight to it, and gawked at how natural a shape it seemed to be in offence.

It looked like a long pole attached to the blade of a sword that had a sharp crescent at the point where it met the pole, curved outwards. It also seemed to have a pointed pommel that helped with balancing. You were surprised that it felt so natural to form as you gripped it using both hands and swung it around a bit, understanding how to use it instead of simply trying to poke someone with a pointy edge.

During the half an hour of swinging it around, you began to get better at using the weapon, being able to defend yourself with expert precision, and yet your offence was what gave you trouble. You would be complimented if someone told you that you were a beginner, because whilst you were very good at wielding the spear, you threw yourself off balance when you jabbed it.

Swinging was fine, but jabbing was horrible. You were tired though, annoyed from the exercise. So you decided to try something you've wanted to do since figuring out what you could do. You, with focus, drew the silver from a plate on the wall behind your ice before forming it into the shape of the weapon you were using.

After all, ice wasn't as strong as a metal. Though it troubled you to have to form and unform the silver when you wanted to use it, so you began to carve your ice into it. Making any sorts of patterns you wanted (up to your preference) on the blade, which made it a lot easier to manipulate.

Whilst not a weapon, you hid it as a wrapping around your dominant hand; a long silk-thin silver plate that wrapped around your hand, forearm and wrist like a bandage, as malleable as fabric.

It wasn't the most hidden, but it certainly wouldn't cause you as many problems as walking around with a sharpened weapon will. Anyway, you can stretch it out and use it like a ribbon-like whip or a rope or something.

Unfortunately, as you sat down to rest your now weary body, the intercom flared up, talking about how you needed to meet another SCP today, before 682...

So much for your predictability.

[Okay.

It seems Y/n is now armed. Not just a dainty little 'snowflake' anymore. Although I wouldn't call getting speared by pillars of ice dainty, either.

This was a little different compared to other pages, but think of it as an intermission.

If you liked it, then feel free to comment or upvote at your leisure. I certainly won't force you, but I really appreciate even the smallest gestures of support in improving or getting my story noticed. Honestly.

I'm thinking already about specials, and would love to hear what you personally would like to have be a special.

Our protagonist is getting crafty, as we all know the SCP Foundation cuts nobody any slack. Even the good looking ones.

Anyhow, this was the Author,

Øwuelen.]