When TMNT and the SCP Foundation get into a trainwreck...

[scp_terrapin]

Miss Mundane,

This is unexpected. I guess it makes sense with your time freed up a lot more than how it was. Still, I don't get out of the Foundation often, so I can't complain about the sudden outing. It might be nice to meet some new people, talk to some fresh faces outside of work.

Don't worry about finding a game for me. I have some work assignments of my own coming up. I'd tell you more if they weren't classified, but you know how it is. It's been great getting out of the labs more often. I understand why they keep my room on lock down, but there's nothing like getting out to do what I'm best at. Dad says that he's been trying to get me more work, and I know he keeps his promises. It's enough for me to get more lab time with him right now. I really think we're going to make some breakthroughs on this latest project.

Anyway, this can all wait until you get some sleep. And maybe look into more science textbooks - I know you're apprehensive about playing me.

Regards,

Tiernan Quinlan, 'SCP 20198-1'

Comments

[randallboggs]

You're very polite, aren't you.

[scp_terrapin]

I guess so. I'm just trying to be nice. Besides, when you look like me, it's sort of a requirement.

[randallboggs]

Why? Don't you think you're scary enough to demand instead?

[scp_terrapin]

Why would I want to scare anyone?

[randallboggs]

It's productive.

[scp_terrapin]

...no. No, it really isn't.

[randallboggs]

Yes. It is.

How else do you get your power?

[scp_terrapin]

Electric and nuclear generators, although solar energy is increasingly becoming popular.

[randallboggs]

Solar? You mean from the sun? How can that work.

Sorry, I can't fake his technobabble...

[scp_terrapin]

[Insert long explanation of solar power using the most technical terms possible, lots of gesturing, possibly a sketch of it on something, and even more technobabble.]

[scp_507]

Hm never seen you around the Foundation before, but it's nice to meet you nonetheless.

[scp_terrapin]

We're probably just assigned to different bases. But it's nice to meet you, too.

[scp_507]

It's also equally likely you might be from one specific universe I haven't been to yet. Judging from your designation you might not of been found yet in the versions of the Foundation I've been to.

[scp_terrapin]

True - oh, man, we should compare notes, maybe I can help warn your universe about some things. Has your Foundation locked down Quttinirpaaq yet? That whole area just spews SCPs after one too many earthquakes, it's a disaster.

[scp_507]

Well that explains why your SCP count went up, but no we haven't got it on lockdown.

I'm only SCP 507, they've found a lot after me, but not enough to have you on the list. Any idea what was under there to cause all those SCPs?

[scp_terrapin]

From what we can tell, a lot of SCPs were either native to the area and no one noticed because of the extreme temperature and weather in addition to the remote condition, and many things, people and objects were in perma-freeze under the mountains and the ice from a very long time ago and a variety of places, not all of them Earth.

When that thing burst open, all research was dropped. It was all skeleton crews to keep things running while they dove on the grenade that was that place. My father explained it to me as being the only time they ever considered nuking a site from orbit in lieu of even trying to contain it.

[scp_507]

That's certainly saying something given everything an' everyone the foundation has locked up.

So what about you then? They let you out to do some field work every now and then? More than I can get out of them beyond my field trips.

[scp_terrapin]

It was a pretty bad scene. Enough got contained that the world didn't realize how insane that things really are, but it was a close call. There's a base now in Greenland that is full time monitor and containment work to this day. They keep having to expand it to keep up with things.

Oh, well - I get some field work, when I can infiltrate something or hack something. It's usually four to twelve hours, max, and obviously I can't just walk around. I think they just treat me as nicely as they do because my father's a Doctor at the Foundation.

[scp_507]

I think I'm mainly just tolerated because they could kill me when they wanted and I can't control when I leave. It's not the most kind place in the world, but I think it's the best situation I could be in.

Maybe I'll convince them to let me be an agent one day.

[scp_terrapin]

Hey, you could really help people with what's going on with you. One you start helping them handle real threats, I'm sure they'll understand how valuable that you really are. Things will change with the influx of information.

[scp_507]

I've been helpful, but I get what you mean. Until I capture an SCP on our end or prevent an outbreak I'm not making any headway with my universe's Foundation.

[scp_terrapin]

Well, you may be able to do more than you think. Simply by being here, you'll acquire invaluable information. I mean, think of the possibilities!

[scp_507]

Except I'm pretty sure we get a mind-wipe on leaving this particular multiverse. Still it will be an adventure while it lasts.

V4 Mirage Casey

[goddamnbatsman]

Donnie? What the hell are ya talkin' about?

*rubs hands together* Eeeeeexcellent.

[scp_terrapin]

[He blinks, obviously confused. His voice has a faint Irish tinge to it, like someone who's never been to Ireland but has had just enough influence to inflect his words differently.] I'm sorry, you must know one of the terrapins remaining in New York. I don't know you, and my name isn't Donnie. I'm Tiernan. Tiernan Quinlan.

Re: *rubs hands together* Eeeeeexcellent.

[goddamnbatsman]

No, see, I've known you for, oh, say, over a decade by this point. Yu are definitely Donatello Hamato, or first name ain't Arnold.

[scp_terrapin]

Uh, no, sir - Arnold, was it? - I really don't know you. I haven't seen you working around the Foundation and your accent is a bit of a giveaway you're thinking of the turtles of New York who tried to kidnap me when I was younger.

Which means I should be tazing you in the spine, but, well. Da and I were always softies about violence, so I'm just gonna try to give you the benefit of the doubt, here.

[goddamnbatsman]

...Wow. Maybe you aren't Don. I mean, he's usually smarter'n that.

I mean, really, what's more logical? Some giant turtles, who, despite bein' mutated in the exact same way you were, are completely unrelated to you, kidnapped from some secret Foundation. Or y'know, yer actually related to them and this foundation kidnapped you.

Cause in my experience, and there's a lot of it, secret organizations are the one's who usually do the kidnappin', not the other way around.

[scp_terrapin]

There have been multiple cases of people working with certain SCPs giving birth to children with animal features. Granted, the Foundation's record lists mostly mammals, but amphibian and reptilian mutations as a result of contact with the wrong materials isn't unheard of. My parents were working on one such classified project when I was conceived; hence, terrapin mutations.

Around my sixth birthday, there was a containment and security breach on three floors. The next thing I know I'm in the sewers and these other terrapins are trying to take me somewhere I didn't want to go, underground - if the Retrieval Team hadn't gotten to me I might never have gotten back to my father. Let's play the odds, here: Dr. Quinlan's only son and mutant partial terrapin goes missing on the day of a major breach, and then is retrieved, and you believe somehow the diligent work of a world-wide organization picked up the wrong terrapin? There just aren't enough turtles out there for that to make any sense.

But the Foundation has a lot of enemies. Other groups that want to stop us from keeping the world safe. And so attacks like that, they happen. Not often, but they do. I was lucky. I got back to my Da, even... even if Ma didn't survive the attack. [He can't even remember her, not really. Her pictures are largely out of his reach and his father isn't keen on the subject unless he's drunk, and nobody wants a drunk Dr. Quinlan sobbing about his darling Aislin. Tiernan's face falls for a moment, lost in the guilt of not remembering and the white streak that those events instilled in his father's hair.] Anyway. I'm really not this Donnie person.

Casey has about as much tact as a hammer.

[goddamnbatsman]

No, I'm saying the they lied about you bein' his son. Or him having any turtle for a son. That's sorta what secret worldwide organizations do, Don. They lie.

Ouch. Just because he's right doesn't mean that couldn't have been stated better.

[scp_terrapin]

That's insane. Da showed me the records. I have a birth certificate, I have a few baby pictures - they don't take many because if there's a mole in the organization this is exactly what people try to do! They try to steal anomalous children from people who just wanted to raise a family somewhere safe. I've always been his son. He would never lie to me. Do you know, he broke regulation to get into the infirmary ward and make sure I was okay? He sat with me all night after they got me back.

The Ethics Committee wouldn't let this kind of lie fly, anyway. They'd have half the staff involved demoted right to D-class if they thought anything like that was going on.