The Foundation, a secretive organisation that deals with Remnant's anomalies. They secure. They contain. They protect. They shield the eyes of the public. But when a Keter-class anomaly strikes during the Vytal Tournament with no MTFs or Agents nearby, they must rely on the cooperation of an uncontained anomaly - SCP-3636, former member of the now disbanded Mobile Task Force Omega 7, but some of you may know him as one blonde, blue-eyed, lovable idiot - Jaune Arc.

AN: I may get some errors in lore for both RWBY and the SCP Mythos. Apologies in advance. I am also still learning English so any feedback would be appreciated. Some SCPs will be altered, and only a few will be used. Sorry if they're not to your liking.

Jaune Arc was an SCP, an anomaly contained by the Foundation - or in his case, a monitored but uncontained anomaly.

When he was ten, he had his aura unlocked and semblance discovered during a containment breach of a nearby site - the ability to enforce or weaken what made things natural. He could weaken anomalies but also empower them. This garnered the attention of the Foundation, and he was soon taken in by them after the death of his family during the containment breach.

When he was twelve, after two years of testing, it was discovered that he could use the abilities of some anomalies he'd affected to an extent.

When he was fourteen he joined Mobile Task Force Omega 7, also known as Pandora's Box.

So when the Foundation disbanded Pandora's Box nearly three years later, Jaune decided to protect humanity in a different way - by becoming a Huntsman. To prevent raising suspicion he had to feign incompetence. Having some forged transcripts and having his Aura locked, he joined Beacon Academy.

Speed things up a bit, and now here he was, pushed into a rocket-propelled locker by his partner. Time passed by as the locker flew further away from the tower. He cursed, when he noticed a message on his scroll.

POTENTIAL EK-CLASS END-OF-THE-WORLD-SCENARIO. INITIATE PROTOCOL SDGP.

Widening his eyes, Jaune called forth the power of SCP-118 and placed his hands on the door of the locker. Concentrating harder, he could see and feel the metal being absorbed as the door slowly deteriorated. He also absorbed any Dust that he could from the locker - he'd need it later.

Jumping out of the now doorless locker, he called upon SCP-994, seemingly levitating through magical means. Based on previous tests, his maximum speed was 10 m/s. Now that may seem really slow compared to the original source of the speed, but he's been barely exposed to SCP-994 and he probably would crash and burn if he went that fast.

He shuddered at that thought. 'Thanks Pyrrha for saving me during Initiation. Now it's my turn.'

Looking around for the location of the tower, he cursed when he saw the distance from him. 'Shit. I gotta speed up.'

AN: Not 100% sure if I'll continue this. I might, but for now it's just something I do when I'm bored and have not much else to do. I might, though, if this turns out to work well. Not sure. Well, R&R, I guess.