I am Scp O76/Able in Scp the copy cat

Able was in a white room; he looked around for a bit as he looked at the glass where behind the other Scp Scientists, as he looked at them.

Then the intercom from the observation room came; it was Kondraki Voice. "From Yesterday we checked you're mental... Ok, we are gonna do some Physical Tests; this room is a high-tech room where we test new MTF recruits, testing them agents' Holographic/Robotics copies of the Scp".

Able then spoke as he summoned his sword, as he spoke in a somewhat dry voice. "That Answers, so many of my questions on how the MTFs are trained".

Able looked at the glass as he continued. "So why exactly is this necessary, you all already know that I am strong".

Another Scientist's voice came through the speaker. "Will, yes, that is true; we have only seen them, as we have now classified as Scp 072-2 Range Mode; we have never seen how you fight, Outside of you just waiting to kill for the want to Kill".

Able just looked at them, his eyes narrowed a bit as he spoke. "Fair enough".

As the glass dimmed slightly, the room's walls shifted. Panels in the ceiling opened, projecting hard-light constructs of humanoid shapes—vague at first, but quickly sharpening into forms. Each one resembled various SCPs Able had heard rumours about.

From the intercom, Kondraki's voice returned, this time more clinical. "Test 1: You'll face a simulated version of SCP-939. It's designed for agility and teamwork."

Able narrowed his eyes. "Great. Fake monsters with fake teamwork. Let's see if this simulation bleeds."

The ground trembled as the crimson, canine-shaped projections leapt into motion. Their mouths opened with mimicry of human screams—accurate enough to make the average recruit falter. But not Able.

He disappeared in a blur of speed, reappearing behind one with his sword already swinging. The construct flickered violently as it was cleaved in two. Another leapt at him from the left—but Able had already summoned a piece of the Chains of Enkidu, which wrapped around the beast mid-air and slammed it into the ground.

The scientists watched, murmuring to one another.

"His reaction time is unreal."

"No signs of hesitation—he's not using brute force alone. It's precision."

"Did he just... summon an object from outside the simulation into the sim?"

Meanwhile, the final simulated 939 tried to flee—some self-preservation logic triggering in the code. But Able's voice stopped it cold.

"Running? Tch."

He twisted his wrist. A golden chain burst from beneath the floor, impaling the creature's leg and yanking it back toward Able, where he delivered a clean decapitating slash.

The intercom clicked again. Kondraki sounded... impressed. "Not bad. You cleared the simulation in 47 seconds. Ready for the next one?"

Able wiped his blade on his coat, despite it not having a drop of blood. "Why not? Send me something harder. Something real."

The scientists looked at each other, then nodded.

"Upload scenario two. Let's see how he handles simulated SCP-076-1... his own sealed form."

The lights dimmed. Chains began snaking from the walls, and in the centre of the room rose a stone coffin—the replica of the one Able once called home.

Able's expression hardened. His grip on his sword tightened.

From within the coffin, the other version of him stepped out—identical in face, but twisted in aura. Cold. Merciless. Pure wrath. No memories. Just instinct.

Kondraki's voice echoed faintly: "Now we see how Able handles a fight with... himself."

Able started to walk toward the fake, each step deliberate and echoing through the silent test room. His eyes never left the doppelgänger stepping out of the stone coffin.

"My fake," Able muttered coldly.

Before Kondraki could reply, his voice came through the intercom, uncertain. "Yes, we thought—"

But before the sentence could finish, Able's blade was already in motion. A blink—and the head of the fake Able hit the ground with a hollow thud. Sparks flew as the chains of Enkidu erupted from the ground and ceiling, wrapping around the twitching body. With a twist of his wrist, Able commanded them to tear, shred, and bind. He wasn't fighting—he was erasing.

Then he raised his sword again, eyes glowing with fury, and struck down with finality. The remains vanished into the pixelated mist.

Silence.

He turned to the camera mounted in the corner, eyes narrowed, voice like thunder held back by ice.

"NEVER. DO. THIS. WITH. ME. EVER. AGAIN.!"

The scientists in the observation room flinched. Kondraki leaned back in his chair, adjusting his glasses with a wince.

"…Well, that was faster than expected," one muttered.

Another whispered, "I think he's mad."

"No," Kondraki replied flatly, "He's furious."

Back in the testing room, Able let the sword dissolve and the chains withdraw. He didn't wait for instructions. He turned toward the exit door, arms crossed, waiting for them to open it.

Inside, his mind burned—not with rage, but with something worse: memory.

Kondraki looked at him as he spoke. "So um, we just thought the best way to test you was-".

Able looked at him as he spoke. "One thing you scientists must learn is simple, there is no Fake that will surpass me, and if you try that in a different training Simulation, they will meet the safe fate as the clone".

Kondraki nodded as he spoke. "Noted".

Able held his head as he sighed as he walked out of the room, then lay on the wall, with his back touching the wall; the walls in the foundation were cold, probably because of the metals that it was made out of, cement was put over it but still.

He closed his eyes, as Memories flashed in his mind, mostly his younger day when he was first born, his first day as a sheep farmer with his brother Cain, and then his brother by his Own Brother's Hand and then his Revival by his Father, to be real, seeing another version of him, just put more pieces of glass in his mental Mirror.

He then felt something moving on his leg, he looked down, to find it was Scp 999 climbing on him, and he sighed and smiled at the slime, his anger or was it even anger? He was melting away as he closed his eyes, feeling the Tickle monster trying to help him.

Able didn't say anything as SCP-999 nestled comfortably against his side, the gelatinous creature's soft gurgles resonating with an odd warmth. Despite everything, despite the rage, the centuries, the wars, and the blood... 999 had a strange way of cutting through it all, like sunlight piercing through storm clouds.

The warmth spread through his chest. A sensation he had almost forgotten.

"You're lucky," he muttered softly, barely audible, as he ran a hand over 999's smooth surface. "If only more things were like you."

SCP-999 gave a happy squeal, bouncing lightly in place.

Able chuckled under his breath, the edge in his voice gone for a moment. "Don't let the other anomalies hear that. Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation as the best part of this whole cursed place."

The hallway was quiet. The cold no longer bit at his back, not with 999 curled against his leg like a loyal companion. The world didn't feel quite so sharp. His mental mirror remained fractured, but for a brief moment, it wasn't shattering further.

He stayed like that for a while.

Eventually, footsteps approached. Kondraki again—this time slower, cautious, respectful.

"I didn't mean to cross a line," Kondraki said. "But… we do need to understand you. Especially now that you're working with us."

Able didn't open his eyes. "Understanding isn't built by copying someone's corpse and calling it 'training.'"

"Fair. Still, thank you for not killing everyone in the control room."

Able smirked faintly. "You make it sound like I considered it."

"You didn't?"

Able opened one eye. "I always consider it."

Kondraki went quiet. Then, seeing SCP-999 comfortably sprawled over Able's lap, he chose wisely to retreat with a nod.

As the sound of retreating steps faded, Able leaned his head back again, muttering under his breath:

"Guess I'm still learning how to not be a monster."

SCP-999 let out a low chirp, as if in protest.

"…Fine. Trying not to be a monster."

And with that, he let himself rest.

After a while, Able returned to the testing room, as this time it was not combat training, it was Reflux training.

Kondraki Voice came through through speakers again, as he spoke. "Now we test your reflex, you faster than a Bullet, but how fast your reflux is is what we are checking".

Able looked at them as he spoke. "How fast are these things you gonna send at him?".

Kondraki's Voice came as he spoke. "That the meet part, we are not telling you".

In the room, Kondraki pressed a button that had the word MiG-25, as in the training room; Able jumped out of the way, and she saw Lazer was trying to cut him; as the platform and more things started to come out for the ground.

As the holographic technology flares up in the room, then the room starts to change, and Able just sighs.

"Let's just get on with this".

The walls shimmered, technology whirring faintly as the simulation changed. From sterile white to the interior of a speeding jet-fighter, then into a chaotic battlefield—urban, with collapsing buildings and drones buzzing overhead. The MiG-25 simulation had kicked in, and the sensors tracked everything from heartbeat to eye movement to neural impulses.

The voice of Kondraki returned, but this time with a bit more excitement. "Welcome to Reflex Test #2: Hell on Earth edition. Let's see if your reaction time is just muscle memory or something deeper."

Almost instantly, turrets popped from the walls, laser pulses firing with pinpoint precision. A split-second later, mechanical arms extended from hidden compartments, launching weighted spheres, smoke grenades, and needle-thin projectiles. A barrage designed to disorient, confuse, and overwhelm.

But Able didn't flinch. He moved before most would even register the threat.

Duck. Roll. Pivot. He sidestepped a barrage of laser bursts, then deflected a dart with the flat of his sword. One of the drones tried to flank him—he summoned a segment of the Chains of Enkidu and flung it like a whip, entangling the machine mid-flight before slamming it into a wall.

The platform beneath him shifted violently, trying to simulate uneven terrain. A slab shot upward, and he used it to launch himself into the air, twisting mid-flight to avoid a barrage from the right.

All this in under ten seconds.

"...Holy shit," one of the scientists murmured from the observation deck. "He's not reacting—he's anticipating."

Kondraki muttered, "He's not human. He's… something else entirely."

Back in the simulation, Able landed in a crouch as the landscape around him morphed again—this time to a dark forest, visibility nearly zero. The sensors had increased their aggression, not just speed but randomness.

Able clicked his tongue. "This is just getting annoying."

Suddenly, an overhead strike from a simulated predator—a holographic panther with metallic enhancements—launched at him from the shadows. Without hesitation, he spun and drew a rune on the ground with his sword.

A burst of golden light flared—Rune Magecraft. The predator froze mid-air, its systems disrupted.

"Reflexes aren't just physical," he muttered. "Mental, magical, instinctual... even divine."

Then, he stood still, closed his eyes… and as five projectiles fired from different angles, he deflected all of them—without opening them.

In the control room, nobody said a word.

Finally, the simulation ended. The lights died down. The room returned to white.

Able, unfazed, dusted off his coat and walked toward the observation glass.

"Next time, you want to test my reflexes, just ask me to slap a fly."

Kondraki then spoke, as he stopped. "We knew he wasn't Human; this just killed any doubts that that was something Human left in him".

Another one fo the scientists then spoke. "Have we tried the higher ones?".

He said, as he pressed a button that said lighting speed; back in the room, Able felt something; he jumped around, but something did hit; he held his hand, and there was a cut, which his Absolute immortality was healing.

Able looked at whatever it was, as he spoke with a smirk. "Things are finally becoming interesting".

In the observation deck, alarms briefly flickered as the button labelled "Lightning Speed" activated a far more aggressive combat protocol. Kondraki narrowed his eyes at the screen. The speed of the projectiles now surpassed that of natural lightning—testing beyond even what elite MTF units could dream of handling.

In the room, Able flicked his wrist, the blood from the cut flinging onto the polished white floor before it healed instantly. The sensation wasn't pain—he had long since grown past that—but surprise.

"It touched me..." he thought, intrigued.

A pulse rang through the room.

Then it came again—blurs of pure kinetic energy, things not visible to the naked eye, crashing through space with the force of railgun shots. Able moved—faster this time, leaning into the momentum of the space around him, using micro-movements of his feet to redirect his path before each pulse hit.

He began to grin.

"Faster. More," he whispered.

In the control room, Kondraki leaned in. "He's adapting. Not just dodging—he's learning the speed in real-time."

"Sir," another scientist said nervously, "at this rate, he'll break the room or worse—sync with the system."

"Let it run," Kondraki ordered, eyes sharp. "If he can adapt to lightning-speed attacks, then we need to know what the limit is."

Back in the test room, Able vanished in high soedd as he appearing behind one of the turrets and slicing it apart. He then leapt mid-air, letting a projectile graze his shoulder as he twisted, summoned a rune mid-spin, and activated it with a snap.

Time slowed.

Just for a split second. Just long enough for Able to see the barrage in full. Just long enough for his mind to map it.

As time returned to normal, he blurred into motion, dodging every strike with increasing grace and style, like a dancer in a storm of blades and lightning.

The final bolt zipped toward him. He smirked and caught it with his bare hand, the impact slicing open his palm—but he held firm.

"Now this," he said, breathing calmly, "is training."

In the observation deck, silence.

Then Kondraki finally spoke, his voice low and almost reverent.

"…We're not just looking at an SCP anymore. We're looking at a weapon forged by gods and nightmares."

Another whispered, "He's not just surviving... He's enjoying it."

Kondraki then pressed a Button that said, Light speed, as it was time from them to see how far can he go.

To be continued

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