SCP foundation- the lost files

Chapter 1

     It was a night like no other. Exept I new that the foundation was looking for me. The SCP foundation. You may be wonderong who they are, I'll tell you. SCP is an acronym. Secure, Contain, Protect. They find anomalies ( like me ) and put them in a secure location away from the watchful eyes of the world. My name is Wyatt Wilson and I am invinsible. When you try to hot I wouldn't feel a thing and when you tried to manipulate me you would get punched. Now that thts over let's start with the real stroy.

     I was sitting In my room when I heard the shrill shriek of my old broken doorbell. I went to open the door and someone shoved a chloroform coverd rag to my nose, as it's putrid stench filled my lungs. I shovved him out of the way in favor of the large aurmored car I was most likely being transported in. I walled in to the truck and took careful note of my surroundings. The car was made of iron, (nothing I couldn't handle), and there were two benches seated across from each other. On one bench there was a large man. He had a black neard and deep blue eyes. He wore a lang lab coat with a western hat on his head. He looked at me and a look of pain came across his face. I saw a small snake like creature slide across his neck, and he looked at me longfully. I thoughtfor a moment on what this ment. This was SCP-021 the living tattoo. I thoight of all the ways to get it off of him on to my painless body. The only ways that I could remember were through open wounds, which o obviously couldn't do and through some form os sexual conduct. I really didn't want to do either so I would have to compromise to something slightly less... vulgar. I walked over to him and I grabbed his shoulder. I already new he was strong, because the tattoo increased his strength and all of his senses. I grabbed him and thrusted my mouth to his. Slowly the scp crawled over to my body and away from the other victim. The man looked at me with a look of surprise on his face.

     He began to talk.
" my name is agent Walker. And you are Wyatt Wilson I presume?"
"Yes it just so happens I am. And at this moment o gert to say my conditions. You can't keep me locked up on a cell I will have free roam of the fpundation. I will be treated as a level 5 agent. And I'll have access to scp-049 on any time I want."
I told him blandly.
" those certaintly are some requests." He began you are just a human same as the rest of us. Just because you have this oddity on you, doesn't mean we can't meet your requests. You will have a specific cell block for your time at the facility. And you are to repprt to me at the exact time of 8:00 on a daily basis no matter where you are. Is that clear?" I nodded in responce and I then relized the truck had stopped moving. We were hear at the foundation. I looked artound and relozed where we were. This was mountainside middle school. And we were under it.