NerdInABush

"How can one assume to know myths or legends if the backs of one's hands are charred and bloody? How can the eagle learn of the moose and it's ways and not return to the cycle? Ask of the universe and you shall receive mighty boons and thunderous strength, but the universe takes as good as it gives. That's why I have pigeon feet!" SCP-XXXX's rant comes to a halt for a moment, a crazed look on his sweat covered face as he points down to his seemingly non-anomolous feet.

Dr. Ithe straightenes his glasses and cleares his throat.

"I'm sorry SCP-XXXX, I don't believe I understood your answer." He states plainly. "When did you become aware of your anomolous nature?"

"Oh! It must have been at some point during the zucchini war back in 27'! The giants were invading from Ngresh and the forms were closing in on the vacuous oblivion!" spittle spattered onto the table and the old grey beard of SCP-XXXX as he excitedly rambled.

"…Alright, give me a moment." the doctor says, and stands. He straightens his tie and briskly leaves the observation chamber. The door's hydraulics hiss quietly as they work to close the door behind him. He approaches one of his research assistants, Wexley he believes.

"Wexley, we did actually screen this guy, right? I mean he might as well just be some bum." the doctor states as he removes and cleans his glasses.

"They sent him to us straight from retrieval, sole survivor of an apartment building collapse. He was rambling like this when they found him and there were some superficial spacial anomalies hovering around him, but dissapated when the MTF approached."

He pauses to hand Dr. Ithe the briefing folder and shake out his coat.

"We're still unsure if he was the cause of the damage or a byproduct, but he's been co-operative so we can't tell. Hence just the cuffs-" Wexley stops suddenly as he looks over into the observation room.

"What is-" Ithe turns to see what the SCP is doing, but instead sees Wexley seated behind the table, hands in chained cuffs and peering around confusedly.

"Oh-" but the doctor is cut off as he turns to look into the eyes of SCP-XXXX. The old man is inches from the doctors face, Ithe could count the bloodshot veins in his Eyes if he was want to. He wasn't.

"Trumpeted was he on that day as the demons heralded in a new age of enlightenment!" the old man spat out in a frenzied stream, spray lighting on the doctors face and making him wince as the anomaly grabbed him by the collar and started moving, swinging them both around in a circle.

The doctor flailed for the security button on the wall nearest him, but his arm collided with nothing.

"A contrived tail of four lovers and a goose set sail for the mighty Alabama ocean while the aligned ignite the fires of the poor!" the ANoMoly raves as it brings them to a stop.

Dr. Ithe stumbles momentarily as he's released, but straightens and looks around. They are surrounded by a void of blackness, yet they stand on a hard, reflective surface. He can see the a█mo██ as if his surroundings were well lit, but there was nothing. He bends over and closes his eyes, his mind struggling to stay together as he is suddenly forced into this ludicrous situation.

"The pain your feeling only withdraws when the others tell you that it's Christmas!" the ██moly shouts and cackles into the darkness.

Dr. I██ breaths deeply and casts a glance up at the anomoly. "That one almost made sense." he says, a small chuckle excaping him.

"What almost made sense?" Wexley asks.

Ithe shouts in alarm and stumbles away from Wexley, nearly tripping before steadying himself against the wall.

"What… Where…" he stammers as sweat springs to his forhead. He was back. Apparently. He looks to the observation window as reality assaults him to see SCP-XXXX absentmindedly fiddling with his chains.

"You alright doc?" Wexley inquires, worry creasing the young man's face.

"You should see the other guy." he hears himself say. He feels the corner of his mouth curl up slightly and they both share a small chuckle before Ithe shakes his head.

"No! Why did I say that? Follow me." he commands Wexley and strides from the anti-chamber.

W█xl█ follows.

Ithe leads his assistant to a nearby watercooler and fills a small paper cone with water and downs it, followed by a second. He crumples the cup and turns to Wexley.

I think the subject is effecting me in some way. He tries to say, but he can feel himself moving up, disconnected from his own body. His vision starts to dim and in the blackness he feels something pass him. What are you? What's happening? He thinks to whoever or whatever this is.

He hears the girl's voice as if it were a thought of his own. Don't worry, you'll be safe, try not to panic too much, it'll take some getting used to. And she's gone.

The darkness settles for a second as he can feel himself moving through some sort of space in some sense that he can't really categorise. As he starts to panic he sees pinpricks of light appear and blossom outward so fast that he recoils.

"Woah! Take it easy, the first time is always… An experience." Ithe hears an unfamiliar voice and tries to focus his eyes on the source. A blurry youth in his mid to late twenties slides into view with some effort.

"Who are-" the doctor begins but stops at the sound of his voice. "What the hell is going on here?!" he exclaims, sitting up too quickly and being thanked with a stabbing pain in his head. He brushes his long… Red… Hair? Out of his eyes…

"Wh- what?" the forty-seven year old doctor looks down to see the body -his body, currently- of a late twenties female, by the looks of it.

And he screamed like a girl.