Able looked at Dr Bright, as he spoke. "So, the 05 councils are ok with me working for them".
Dr Bright looked as he chuckled. "Yup, but there is a condition".
Able then spoke. "What, the Bomb that has added to my neck".
He just looked at Able as he spoke. "How did you?"
Able looked back at Bright as he spoke. "You can feel a metal piece on in your spine, especially once you have been alive long enough as me".
Bright just shrugged as he spoke. "Will, that is not the condition; the O5 need someone to keep an eye on, like that Handler, just Scp 999".
Able raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his eyes meeting Bright. "So the foundation doesn't trust me".
Bright just shrugged as he spoke. "I mean, what did you expect? Let's go and meet her".
Able looked at him as he spoke. "Fine".
Bright then spoke. "Also one more thing".
He throws him a box, and as Able catches it he looks back at Bright, as Bright looks back at the former murder machine. "Change, you can't keep wearing those old Clothes forever".
Able looked at his ancient robs, things he always got to wearing after each death, he just nodded and went to try changing room, he now wears a plane Black shirt with the Foundation Logo, Pants, and boot, and his hair was a bit tied back, he did have need not want's to cut his long hair, even if it gonna take a long time to shower from now on.
Able walked out and joined Bright again; after walking for a while and giving some of the old stuff, especially the ones that survived his Containment Break heart attack and PTSD attacks, they finally met up with her.
She had yellow hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and some freckles on her face, she was wearing a typical lab coat the female scientist in the foundation wears, a cross necklace over a yellow button shirt, and she had glasses.
[Insert Image of Dr Sophia Light]
Bright then spoke. "Sophie, meet Able, the Scp you have assigned, and Able, Meet Dr Light, or just call her Sophie; she will be your handler, by the order of the O5".
Able looked at her as he raised an eyebrow. "Really? I thought they would pick someone more... Confident".
Dr. Light blinked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Her voice was calm, but firm. "And I thought you'd be taller."
Able paused for a second, processing the jab, before a small smirk appeared on his face. "Alright. Maybe you're not as soft as you look."
Dr. Bright chuckled from the side, amused. "Oh, you have no idea. She once stapled a researcher's tie to the table mid-meeting for talking over her."
Sophia gave Bright a sideways glare. "He was also trying to activate SCP-294's anomalous slot just to get 'liquid chaos.'"
Able raised an eyebrow again, impressed. "Okay. So what now, Handler?"
Sophia crossed her arms. "Now, we figure out if you're useful without turning Site-16 into a splatter painting. You're not here to 'prove yourself.' You're here because the O5s are curious. They want to see if a monster can become something else."
She turned and began walking down the hall. "Follow me. Your first task starts now."
Able stared for a second, then followed. "So… no welcome cake?"
Bright grinned. "Oh, there was one. SCP-682 ate it."
The two of them started to make their way through the hall of the foundation; the walls were lined with many doors, and each had one Scp Behind it, contained and everything; as they continued to walk, they walked past Able old Containment room.
Sophia kept waking, as she then spoke. "So, what exactly is your deal Able".
Able looked at him as he spoke. "Be specific".
Sophia looked as if she stopped waking for a bit. "What is your deal? Why did the Berserker Become Normal?".
Able raised an eyebrow as he chuckled. "I haven't told anyone, and maybe the O5 know, but I won't tell you".
Sophie narrowed her eyes as she spoke. "Fair enough, everyone in this damn place has their secrets".
They kept walking to Able first task. They arrived in a room, and the door opened. Able looked at a table filled with Text of the old, particularly old Sumerian Langues, as Able looked at them.
Able looked at her as he spoke. "Didn't I already help the foundation translate these?".
Sophie saw him taking a seat as she sat on the other as she spoke. "While yes, does were the only ones that interested you, like the Epic Of Gilgamesh, or war's".
Able chuckled as he tapped his forehead. "I was not in the best of mind back then, but what makes you say I help you translate this other ancient text".
Sophia gave him a small smirk, resting her chin on her hand. "Because the O5s aren't dumb. They know you remember things no one else does. You don't just read Sumerian—you lived it."
Able's expression faltered just a little, not enough for most to notice, but Sophia caught it.
She continued, tapping one of the older, rougher tablets. "These aren't just old stories or records. Some of them are tied to anomalies—SCPs that predate even the Foundation's understanding. Stuff we still don't fully grasp."
Able leaned forward, scanning the text, his eyes narrowing. "This one's a warning. It's about something sealed… not killed. Something that sleeps beneath the earth."
Sophia pulled out a notepad, already jotting things down. "And here I thought you'd refuse."
"I didn't say I'd help you," Able replied flatly. "I just said what it says."
Sophia smiled. "That's enough for now. Keep reading. The more we learn, the better chance we have of keeping people alive."
Able let out a breath as he looked at the text again, his voice low. "You ever feel like the past is laughing at you?"
Sophia didn't answer for a moment. Then quietly, "Only every day."
The room was silent for a while, the only sound being the faint hum of the lights overhead. Somewhere down the hall, an SCP let out a muffled screech—but in this room, a killer and a handler sat at a table, reading the past and rewriting the future.
Able then picked up an ancient Tablet as he spoke. "Day 239 of the New Year, was a normal day, like always, As I looked at the kingdom I Built, as I wore my crown as the King of these People, As I basket on the greatness of the Kingdom I hand made, I do release the truth my Kingdom will fall, like always as with the age of Gods coming to an end, so does my time, as I say in my throne I remember the friend I lost, and the quest for Immorality that failed.
Able Just laughed as he looked at the Tablet. "So this was yours".
Sophie looked at him as she spoke. "Who's?".
Able looked at him as he spoke. "Who else, if the arrogant words weren't enough, belongs to the Golden Baster, or as you all call him, the King Of Hero?". He looked at the tablet as he spoke. "This is, in modern-day terms, a page from a Personal Diary".
Sophia blinked. "Wait. Are you saying this belonged to—"
Able nodded, his smile twisting with something unreadable. "Yes. Gilgamesh. The real one. Not just the myth, not just the Epic… this is his handwriting. His thoughts. His regrets."
He held the tablet with strange care as if handling the ashes of an old rival. "We fought, once. Maybe more than once. He always thought he was untouchable. God-King, destined for immortality." Able ran a finger across the carved lines. "This? This is the writing of a man who realized too late that he was still just human."
Sophia's voice dropped. "You knew him personally?"
Able gave a low chuckle. "Oh, I knew him. Arrogant, proud, powerful—everything you'd expect. But under all that gold and bluster? He was just a man afraid of death. Just like the rest of us."
She leaned forward. "So… what happened to him?"
Able paused for a moment, as if weighing whether the truth was worth telling. Finally, he spoke, voice quiet. "He died. Not in battle. Not in some grand legend. Just… faded. Alone, forgotten by time. And now he's a footnote, carved on stone."
Sophia's fingers tightened slightly around her pen. "And what about you?"
Able met her gaze, something old and weary in his eyes. "I didn't fade."
The room went still again. No SCPs screamed, no alarms blared. Just the echo of two people sitting with the ghost of a king.
"Keep that tablet safe," Able said, standing. "It's one of the last honest things he ever wrote."
Sophia nodded, unsure of what to say.
Able then spoke, trying to fix them. "Also, he never had bear form what I remembered; he was very faced. Does status lied".
Sophia blinked at Able's sudden comment, caught off guard. "Wait—what?"
Able pointed at another tablet sitting on the edge of the table, flipping it around to show an old etching. "See this? Says here 'the lion of Uruk, with a golden mane and the strength of ten beasts, who could turn into a great bear when enraged'. Total nonsense. Gilgamesh never had a bear form. He barely had a beard."
Sophia furrowed her brows. "So you're saying ancient propaganda is a thing."
Able snorted. "It always was. The man himself probably had scribes write half these things while he lounged around in gold. The bear stuff? That's probably some romanticized nonsense to make him seem even more untouchable. Truth is, he was just really into himself."
Sophia leaned back in her chair with a tired sigh. "Great. So even in ancient times, egos ran PR campaigns."
Able chuckled. "Oh. And trust me—his ego could fill a continent."
She gave him a side-eye. "Kinda ironic, considering who's talking."
Able smirked but didn't deny it. "Takes one to know one."
She looked at him, as she spoke. "So what was your relationship with him, were you friends? Enemy's? More?"
Able thought for a bit before he answered. "I don't remember".
Sophia blinked as she continued. "What do you mean, you don't remember".
Able then spoke as his eyes narrowed. "I don't remember, my Memories are still coming back, I just became 'Normal', it's like trying to fix a trying to fix, a Broken Mirror, when all the Pieces set Mirror are from different Mirrors, you need time, and also you find which piece goes to Which, so yeah, even do I know About Gilgamesh and I know enough to say what is Flash and Truth I don't know everything, I am not like my Brother Cain, who has perfect Memory, I was and probably still am 80% rage".
Sophia stayed quiet for a moment, digesting what Able had just said. The hallway hum and distant mechanical hums of the Foundation facility filled the silence.
"…That's actually kinda sad," she said softly, her tone more thoughtful than sarcastic this time.
Able didn't respond immediately. He stared down at the tablet in his hand, fingers tightening slightly around the edges.
"Yeah," he finally said. "It is."
Sophia adjusted her glasses. "Still… it's kind of impressive that despite all the rage, something in you wanted to come back. To be more than just… the berserker."
Able let out a slow breath. "Maybe. Or maybe I just got tired of breaking things and being broken."
Sophia leaned forward. "Do you want to remember? Everything?"
Able didn't answer right away. But then, in a low voice that barely masked a tremor, he said: "I don't know."
There was a pause before he added, "Some things are better left buried. I don't know if the man I used to be is someone I want to meet again."
Sophia nodded, her voice quiet. "Then let's figure out who you want to be now."
Able looked at her, surprise flickering in his gaze. He didn't say anything… but for once, he smiled.
After that, they went back to the warning about something that was sealed below the earth, which, after a bit, they released. It was talking about Scp 2317, as after a while, they wanted to read the Other Text; when they reached a scroll, Able closer with embracement as he stopped it.
Sophia looked at him as she spoke. "Wait, what is wrong".
Able looked at her as he spoke. "I am not gonna talk about it".
Sophia looked at him as she spoke. "Was it about you?"
Able looked at her as he spoke. "No, but it is someone I am related to".
Sophia took a while to guess as she spoke. "So what, Adam?".
Able looked as he spoke. "Yes, My dad".
Sophia as she took a deep breath, as she spoke. "Sometimes I forget you literally the Able From the Bible, even do I have read your files many times, Your and other Scp".
Able stepped away from the scroll, his posture unusually tense for someone known for his indestructible bravado. His eyes refused to meet Sophia's.
Sophia exhaled slowly, adjusting her glasses again out of reflex. "So… what does it say?"
Able muttered as he spoke. "Image if your dad decides to tape your baby days, and while you were working with someone, he comes and shows to you and them".
Sophia blinked, then snorted—before covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "So... ancient divine baby tapes? That's what has you this rattled?"
Able glared at her with a deadpan expression. "It's worse than tapes. It's written in poetry. Old poetry."
Sophia couldn't help it this time—she laughed. "So what, does it talk about how cute you were? Little baby Able smiting goats or something?"
Able crossed his arms. "It talks about my birth. My first steps. The first time I... apparently tried to suplex a sheep."
She choked back another laugh. "Oh my God—sorry. Oh your dad, technically."
Able rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "I told him never to write anything."
Sophia walked over to the scroll and gently nudged it with her gloved hand, peeking at the ancient text. "So… this stuff—does it have anything useful? Anything about SCP-2317?"
Able shook his head. "No. This is just… my father reminiscing. It's not dangerous. Just… embarrassing. I'd rather deal with Keter-class anomalies than have someone read that scroll."
Sophia gave him a teasing smile. "You are aware I'm definitely reading this later, right?"
Able narrowed his eyes. "Touch it, and I introduce you to the ancient art of suplexing sheep."
She burst out laughing again. "Deal."
The tension finally faded from the air between them as they both chuckled, standing next to one another in front of the ancient scroll—a strange, tender moment between immortal rage and curious intellect.
To be continued
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