"Ok... so... 682... look, not that I don't... enjoy our little visits, but-" I'm sitting in our counselors office, busted lip, black eye. There's a blue teardrop under my eye, along with several other tattoos. I'm pale & I push my dyed black hair out of the way. "This is the third time today... & it's only noon!" I groaned. "You should see the other poor bastard." I said. You sigh, hair messy & clothes slightly wrinkled. "Look, 682, this was your last warning. So now, I've got no choice. You'll have a Safe chaperone." I lunge at you, but realize it's useless when you don't flinch. You know me too well & too long to be scared of me anymore. You see me as a toddler throwing a tantrum instead of a teen with super strength that's way to hard to kill. "Are you fucking kidding me!?! No, I don't need-" I sighed, seeing the look on your face. "Who is it?" You smile.

"Wowwie... you're my partner!?! Cool! I'm 999, but people call me TM, what's your number?" I snarled at the young girl, who gave me a big smile.

"You're not gonna go away are you?"

"Nope!"

"Great. Well, I'm from the Keter Dorms so be ready."

"Ok!"

She's pale with light brown hair in pigtails & a frilly orange dress. Her eyes are big & blue & she smells like a strawberry milkshake. "I'm 682." I start walking off; she has to take 3 steps for every one I take. She barrages me with questions... I'm hard to kill, but she'll be the death of me.

There's three sets of Dorms in the SCP House for the Powerful. Safe, which are kids that are pretty harmless with their abilities, or easily understood, lucky bastards. Then there's Euclid, who they still don't understand, dumbasses. Finally, there's Keter which are the kids that will blow up the whole world given a half hour alone & enough firepower. I've been here since I was 5; I'm 19 now, but since I'm in Keter, I'm stuck until they pick my brain enough. I pretty much hate everyone; if you told me that clapping my hands would kill 1,000 people each time I did it... well, I wouldn't be able to clap fast enough. But this 999 TM girl, she's way too happy, even for someone in the Safe dorms. No matter how much I yelled, snarled, cussed or even growled at her, she only laughed; she was sicklingly happy all the time.

Finally, I was allowed to visit 079; he's smart, but has short term memory loss, but he's an ok guy. "682!" I turned around to see 999 running at me; she jumped & I quickly stepped out of the way. She fell on the floor. "Owwie... what was that for?" I sighed, kneeling down to help her, when I was suddenly hugged. "GOTCHA!!!" I felt... odd. I don't like being touched, but something... something about this made it worth it. I began to laugh loudly. I didn't like it; everyone grew weary, slowly coming towards me. Suddenly, a burst of light shot out of my mouth, knocking out about 30 guards.