It had not been long since you had decided to be a test subject for the SCP foundation. You were forced to go because the government promised to pay big bucks for your family if you did this kind of thing, and your family had kind of sold you out. Also not to mention they had said it would clear your juvenile records from high school. However you had survived the first two ambiguous assignments and this was to be your last before the government handed you your 20K check. Each subject was required to associate with 3 SCP objects. Many usually did not pass the first two rounds.
“You are to interact with SCP 420 and will be monitored at all times” a man in a mask and lab coat stated.
“Your third assignment will remain unknown to you to prevent the subject resistance, information will be provided once inside the containment chamber” he continued in a matter-of-factly tone. You gulped. Great so i could even have been put in a room full of cute but deadly poisonous fuzz balls that can try to kill me upon the physical touch. This was great.
You walked into the cold room filled with torn apart couches and shattered pieces of wood and stuffing. You couldn't really make anything out in the distance. However upon taking a closer look in the corner behind the sofa, you could see a quivering figure. You made a mental note to yourself to remember that this was a highly dangerous subject that could attack you anytime so no matter what it was, you had to keep your wits above you.
You approached the figure and could make our strands of brownish blond hair.
It must be some type of new exotic animal they found.
You started humming softly to let the substance know of your presence in the room and not get too startled as you approached it.
You were completely unprepared for what you saw next.
It was a human.
A boy more your age.
He had dark blond hair, a muscular build and was wearing nothing but tattered jeans. You approached the side of the couch from where you could see a full profile of the boy.
He must not be human. It might be an illusionary substance...whatever this is might be playing with my head to take something away from me.
You stopped humming.
The boy suddenly realized you were several feet away from him and immediately crouched on all fours. Not in a threatening way but more in a cautionary way. You too took a cautiously step forward and he a step back. His eyes were wide and his skin pale. It was something you had never seen before. His behavior however, was familiar. It was one of a child that had grown up in an environment full of animals. Kind of like the jungle book, Tarzan, and some of those sick child abuse cases where the kids had been raised in dog panels and had learned how to behave and act like dogs.
He seemed innocent...
You smiled at the figure but he didn't seem to lie down.
The speaker over the mike boomed in the room causing the boy to cower to the corner of the room. You wondered why he was so scared but then upon one more look at his body you saw scars and bruises that must have led him to reach this facility. You didn’t know what but it simply rang a bell in you that this boy was like you in many ways. A normal human.
“SCP 420 is known as wolf boy he is known to transform into a werewolf on full moon nights and displays superhuman strength and power when threatened.
I froze at the information. I had to be extra careful not to let this boy feel threatened or i might end up like the furniture.
You are test subject 0045. The previous attempts in this mission have been fatal. Two test subjects have been injured so far in trying to associate with SCP-420. TWO?!!
