Tonight was Slugathon and he had been waiting months to try out his new Guyver outfit. At least the suit hid that he was wearing a wet suit, and in fact the wet suit actually added authenticity to the outfit. With some special electronics he had been able to fashion a great single eye, and he was ready for the convention. He only hoped that there would only be the usual weirdness at a convention. He seemed to have a curse at conventions, and there was always someone who stared at him the wrong way.
Agent Adonses, on the other hand, disliked that she had been conned into babysitting duty. While the kid could escape from the site every so often, he still needed a bodyguard and he had conned her into the duty. At least there was the irony that there were so many agents in pop culture that she would not be out of place in her normal wear. She would be virtually invisible in the sea of costumes, and that made her smile.
A smile that faded a little when Oswald, grinning from ear to ear, had handed her a laser pen with the light perpendicular to the pen and shown how to trigger the light. “Oh, and don't hold the button down.” She didn't trust the smile.
A few hours later, and Agent Adonses was already hoping Oswald was ready to go home. One man kept hitting on her; she flashed him with the pen as a joke, but was happy when it stopped him for a moment, just long enough for her to escape, but he would be back at it as soon as he saw her enter the bar later on. Too bad the bar was the only place to find a decent juice.
Oswald sidled up to her. “We may have a problem. My electricity keeps fading in and out.”
“Could it be the general atmosphere? There's a lot of weirdness here.”
“Debated that, but then I started backing up and seeing if it was centered on a particular area.”
“Smart. That would establish the region and a rough diameter.
“Sooooo...see that guy with the red hair? Directly in my six.
“There's a lot of red hair behind you”
“He's the only buzz cut.”
“Yeah, that is a stand out in this crowd.”
“He's the only consistent feature when it cuts out.”
“Guess I'd better go check it out.”
She avoided eye contact with the man while scanning him. He worked out, and the buzz cut combined with the green vest made him look ex-military. She also noted tattoo of a boxing glove hitting a shark on his shoulder. He quickly made her, and retreated and tried to hide in the crowd; she was impressed at that, but also annoyed as it made him harder to catch up to. She let him think he had lost her but in reality arced across the room so as to catch him at a different spot. He was good at evading her, but she had already scanned the area and knew all of the exits; if he was trying to avoid her there was only one way to go, and it led to the....bar.
Frick.
“Hey! You're beautiful!” The man from earlier tried to put his arm around her but she dodged it. She saw the red-hair vet fade out of the bar. “Can we go get something real to drink?”
“Again, no.” She moved away from him.
“This is the first time you've said no!” He turned away. “Some people...”
She moved as fast as she could, but he had managed to lose her. Even a quick scan of the area revealed nothing. She then sought out Oswald. She grinned as she saw a red head sneaking up behind the boy. Power walking, she quickly cut into the distance separating them. She reached for her pistol, swore to herself as she grabbed her taser instead (she had left the pistol at home), and readied herself for the confrontation.
He slapped Oswald and the ran for a side exit and forced open the door. She had to catch the kid. She set him up and ran after her target. Oswald was right behind her. She passed the door, claw marks in in the ruined metal.
He ran for the wharf. She smiled as she realized that she had him. Even if he jumped off, he couldn't get far; she was an excellent swimmer. They ran halfway down the wharf, and then he predictably jumped into the water. She stopped to pull off her shoes, but paused as he saw that he was a good hundred meters in the few seconds she had stopped to pull of her shoes. He had stopped just a few hundred meters out.
Oswald ran up to her and started stripping to his shorts. “Man, he's fast.” He looked at her, a little worry in his eyes. “Think he still wants me?"
“Yeah. But that doesn't help us.”
Oswald smiled at her. He then appeared to be lost in concentration as he crunched some numbers. He broke out of it. “When he's about 50 meters from me, flash the pen I gave you.” He dove into the water.
She pulled out the pen and readied it.
The man had seen him dive and started swimming at him. Oswald was obviously nervous; he wasn't sure what he was planning would work. If it did, great; if not, he would be an easy target, a wimpy sixteen-year-old in nothing but a pair of shorts in the middle of the water. And the guy, who was nothing but muscle, was bearing down on him.
He saw the flash. He summoned a charge and let it go, illuminating the water around him. It quickly faded as the man's aura hit Oswald, but then the guy cruised right into Oswald.
The good thing about being in the middle of the ocean is that no one can see you wet your shorts.
The man appeared unconscious. It took Oswald a few seconds to realize he was still alive, and then he started pulling the man to shore. Agent Adonses was running up to him even as she called in a team.
When Oswald finally reached shore, he collapsed. “I hate being a junior agent.”
“In training. But good job.”
“Thanks. Did you have fun with the pen?”
“It's just a fancy laser pen. I showed it to one guy as a joke, but he still backed off. Must have thought I was a real agent. Heh. He kept coming back for more.
“The pen shot out a low-level amnestic. When he got hit by the spray, he forgot the last minute or so.”
She looked him. She looked at the pen. She made sure the pen was secure. Then she looked back at him. “So, have fun?"
“Yeah. Placed fourth in the costume contest, met with some friends, got my exercise in. Almost got killed by a guy with a tattoo. Yay.”
She smiled as she threw his wet suit at him. The beach was soon filled with red and blue lights.
SCP 5275: Lieutenant Felix Mannfred Smythe
Class: Safe
Description: A muscular red-headed military specialist. He bears a tattoo of boxing glove hitting a cartoon shark on his right shoulder and a pentagram composed of an octopus on his left.
History: SCP-5275 is a visitor from an alternate universe, one where the SCP Foundation has apparently been replaced by the “Shark Punching Center”, a group interested in defeating aquatic anomalies through hand-to-hand combat. He seems to have acquired several anomalous abilities as the result of an occult initiation. He currently seeks to return to his home universe, disliking the current one; it has an “oily” feeling to him.
SCP-5275 is currently exploring the world looking for challenging anomalies to fight. While he does find some challenge in fighting pits (as well as some money), he works as a mercenary for various groups interested in eliminating anomalies, especially when there is the chance of combat.
Containment: Ironically, if captured SCP-5275 would be contained next to any anomalies capable of reality warping in hopes of mitigating their effects. It should be noted that he must be secured in order to avoid escape, as he would attempt to rejoin the Shark Punching Center while sabotaging whichever Foundation site he ended up in.
This means that isites with an anomaly capable of penetrating dimensional walls need to be on special guard. SCP-5275 may attempt to be captured by security at said sites in order to escape at a later date and access the anomaly it was looking for. This tactic has actually been employed twice, but in one case the anomaly could only access a peaceful Hawai'i-style dimension, and the other would transport him but he would be deceased upon arrival. The subject escaped from the sites after determining that the anomalies were useless to it.
Effect: SCP-5275 is capable of mitigating the effects of other anomalies within a radius of approximately 50 meters, effecting acting as a reality anchor. While he has definite limits (there are some items and persons that he cannot seem to effect), nonetheless he effectively tamps down most anomalies he encounters. Also, the ability appears to be passive; it is in effect continuously and regardless of his conscious state. This ability does not seem to stem from his initiation but rather because he is foreign to the universe; several researchers want to study him further due to that effect.
He also seems to be completely amphibious, able to stay underwater indefinitely. As part of that adaptation, he has an extra layer of insulating fat and increased muscle density. Also, his fingernails are capable of scoring steel and he can swim at surprisingly fast speeds.
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