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What looks like an ordinary camp on the outside, is unlike anything else on the inside. Could bending the elements really be possible? Crystal has her doubts and Page has her excitement and once inside, there's no telling what will happen.

PLEASE CHECK OUT THE REWRITTEN VERSION- The Experimentalist You are an scp. Secure, contain, protect. Tch, right. You're called SCP-3042, your real name is (Y/N), though. You are a shape shifter. Well kind of. Your molecules and DNA are unstable and there for can take the shape of anything you chose, sometimes it happens automatically, changing to best fit your surrounding. You have been classified as Euclid, and have been staying at the Foundation for a few years. With your unique power, you can practically get out of any room or teleport, by focusing your molecules into a different place. You also aren't affected by anything, for example, SCP-409 had no affect on you, and SCP-178 couldn't even touch you, seeing as he practically couldn't touch you. But, let's see how you face with the dreaded Doctor, SCP-49.

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.