Danny had to admit he had been caught off guard by the woman who had appeared so suddenly in his prison. After he had woken up in this cell he thought he would be left trot. That or experimented on by scientists safely tucked away behind bulletproof glass.

Since he had arrived here he had been treated like he would kill as many people as possible if given the chance. Hell even the woman who had yelled at him like she was his mother took a step away in fright when she first saw him. Sunken blue eyes looked back at him in the mirror, but all he saw was harmless little Danny Fenton. What did they see in him that he didn't?

He still remembered the screams of the man in the jumpsuit. Danny hated that he only had that one feature to remember him by. He didn't have so much as a name. Everyone just referred to him as D-class.

As part of the tests they forced on him when he arrived, Danny had been sealed in a large empty room. He couldn't remember being placed inside though. His mind was fuzzy from being drugged for most of the day and his body felt heavy and weak from all the manhandling.

He could see the scientists behind a glass section of the wall. There were at least six of them looking out at him, scribbling away at notepads whenever he so much as blinked. The airtight container was painfully silent, he could hear his breathing and the sound of his heart beating was disconcertingly loud.

The door on the far side buzzed loudly making Danny look up in surprise, staring at the metal plate with wide eyes. The smallest of hatches was opened in the door and a little furry thing was thrown into the room with him. The little furball bounced off the floor and uncurled. Danny couldn't stop himself from recoiling in disgust. It was a rat, and a huge ugly one at that.

It got to its tiny feet and began to run about the room. Danny pushed himself against the wall using it to help him stand up. Keeping his back to the rat he slid along the wall and towards the corner furthest away from it.

He wasn't scared of the creature. No.. no way.. For all he knew it was a booby trapped rat.

It ran around for what felt like an eternity before sitting down on the floor. Danny looked at the researches behind the glass raising his eyebrows at them. "I don't know what you're expecting me to do with that." He said, pointing at the rat. The men the lab coats didn't answer him, their blank expressions hardly wavering.

It must have done some good though because shortly the rat was removed from the chamber with some cheese on the end of a string. Danny dropped back to the floor, his head pounding. the sudden excitement was proving a little too much. He slipped to the lab floor, shivering violently.

He wondered if whatever they injected into him would end up killing him. Maybe all this talk about containment was just a ruse to get mom and dad to give up their captured ghost boy? He honestly couldn't decide what was worse. Dying in his parent's lab or dying alone in this isolation chamber.

Something hot and wet poked his cheek and Danny started so hard he hit whatever it was with his elbow. He heard a yelp and the thing pulled away. The teenager tried to back away from it, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes of the tears that had been welling up under closed lids. Two large green eyes looked up at him and Danny's mouth dropped open.

There was a cocker spaniel in the room with him. A tiny little dog with fluffy ears and tiny tail. It looked up at him with this look of cautious curiosity. Danny glanced to the researchers but they were stone faced as ever.

He moved closer to the puppy but it backed away from him. Probably still sore about the accidental elbow in the gut. "Come here boy..." Danny cooed "It's okay I won't hurt you." he patted the floor beside him and tried to look friendly.

The dog trotted over obediently and lifted his head for Danny to pet. The teenager smiled and ran his hand along the soft blond fur, giving the puppy a scratch behind the ears for good measure. His head still hurt like no one business but it was easier to ignore when he had something to focus on.

The pup rolled over and bore its tummy and Danny eagerly rubbed his belly. "Who's a good boy? You are! Yes, you ar-" he notice the glass wall and his mantra died down. The wave of puppy induced glee coming to a halt.

He kept petting the dog till someone from the outside lured it away with dog treats and the hatch was slammed behind the pup. As soon as he was alone Danny wished bitterly that he had held onto the dog. Everything was better than the whitewashed walls and impenetrable silence.

Danny sighed, feeling the isolation closing in around him. The room seemed so empty and small-

The door buzzed, and Danny watched wide-eyed as they pushed an orangutan into his cell.

Ten minutes later that hatch opened and the monkey left, leaving Danny with a pain in his scalp from where she had pulled on his hair. Still, he had gone toe to toe with a gorilla so he couldn't even say it was the most damage a primate ever did to him.

Danny went back to his corner and sat crossed legged on the floor. His head had stopped pounding and he was feeling stronger than ever. He placed his hand on the wall double checking he couldn't pass through it. yup, solid..

If only mom and dad knew what they had done when they offered the shield. Oh well, it didn't matter. He would find his own way out. No one could keep a ghost contained for long. And…and when he got home he would tell them. Damn the consequences. He was done having to hide from his own family… Look where that secrecy had already gotten him.

The door opened, not a hatch but the whole thing this time. Danny lifted his head, eyeing the doorway that was now being filled by three men. The middle one was dressed in an orange jumpsuit, the other two in full tactical armor and holding assault rifles.

A burst of static, then a filtered voice filled the air. "Please step into the testing chamber" The guard's helmet must have been too thick to make his words out clearly without a microphone. In fact the helmet was so misshapen it was hard to tell that there was even a man inside all that padding.

The male in the orange jumpsuit shook his head violently. "No fuck'n way man! I saw what you bastards let that thing do to Randy. I'm not going near any of your fuck'n monsters no more!"

One of the guards lifted his weapon and jammed the butt right between the man's shoulder blades. A scream of pain filled that air and he fell to his knees inside the cell. The two guards walked into the room behind him, one gun pointing at the man and the other pointing at Danny.

Another static hiss. "D-Class personal are required to participate in testing procedures. If you refuse you will be terminated."

Danny got to his feet, his heart jumping into his throat. "No don't-" he started but he was cut off by the man they had called D-class. "I don't fucking care! Put a bullet in my head, I don't care! That's my best option in this pit!"

The guard cocked his gun. "Final warning. Approach the test subject or I will fire." Danny stepped forward intending to tell the man it was alright. Then his saw the look in his eyes. The raw fear, terror, the pure hatred all directed right at him. He had never seen anyone so desperate before.

The man in the jumpsuit bolted, slamming his fists into the door. Trying to get his fingers around the edge and pull it open. Both guards turned to fire.

The sound was unreal. Danny's head exploded in pain. He clapped his hand over his ears but it was too late to help. His ears rung and his eyes were blinded by the muzzle flares as round after round went off. Stunned Danny fell back to the ground. Shutting his eyes tight against the glare.

Then it was over.

Something warm and wet dripped down his cheek and when Danny finally forced himself to look he saw the uneven splatter of blood covering the walls… Not just the walls.

Danny open his mouth to scream but the sound was only a muffed whimper to his blasted eardrums. It was all over him, crimson streaks lining his favorite white T-shirt down his pants and on his face. Danny started hyperventilating, clawing at his skin. He had to get it off!

Then he saw the fallen husk that had been a human mere seconds ago. Lying in a slowly spreading poll of blood. Danny wanted to throw up, curl into a ball and cry. He couldn't move. He lay on the floor his eyes wide open, not even able to process thought anymore. The enormity of what just happened sitting on him like a bolder and crushing every sane thought from him.

The guards radioed for a clean-up team, lightly poking the mutilated corpse to make sure he was dead.

"Damn Bernstein! Why does he always give us the unstable ones?"

"I think its revenge for what we did with SCP-038"

"Stinking doctors get so touchy about their SCP's. I offered to share a cut of the profits with him. It's not like a few extra cases of beer were going to topple civilization."

The door hissed open and one of the researches entered the room. Both guards turning to him the static hiss clicking on. "Please do not enter the cell. Area is unsecured"

The elderly looking gentlemen in the lab coat waved them away. Pulling a needle from his pocket. "Please return to your posts, we can handle it form here."

Danny didn't resist the needle pressing into his wrists. He wanted the world to melt away this time. Make this all go away. The drugs kicked in fast and blackness swallowed him.

Below is a transcript of a newspaper article published in the Amity Times on ██/██/████.

Police have confirmed that decomposed remains found on the Westmont nature trails earlier this week belong to a Casper high student Daniel 'Danny' Fenton, who vanished two weeks ago.

Autopsy results were compared with medical and dental records to confirm the body belonged to the missing boy.

Amity park Police said they were' fairly sure' the remains belonged to Danny Fenton after they were found alongside shreds of a T-shirt and jeans that matched the clothing the boy was reported to have worn before he went missing.

They confirmed this in a statement on Friday, adding that 'There will be no further comment on the Fenton investigation at this time.'

Police recovered the body after it was discovered by Anthony Redwall, a visitor to the city who was taking a hike in the woods when he found the body.

Redwall offered the following statement on the matter.

"I've seen this kind of thing far too much in my lifetime. If you go out in the woods at nighttime without a plan or a path, it's easy to trip over something and knock your head open on a rock. I only wish we had found the body before the critters got to him. Absolutely horrible."

The boy's parents, Maddie and Jack Fenton, say they had no idea what their son was doing in the woods and are very vocal in their suspicions of foul play. They have publicly accused local hero Danny Phantom of having a role in their son's death.

Danny Phantom could not be reached for comment.

"So your name is Danny Fenton right?"

Danny shook his head yes, his eyes focused away from the woman addressing him. A scribbling sound filled the air as she wrote something down on her clipboard. "Why are you doing that?" The pen stopped its movements and she looked up at him. "If it bothers you I can stop." Emily offered, placing her clipboard down on the armrest of her chair.

Without the board to hide behind Danny could see her properly. She was a blond woman, her hair pulled up in a tight bun. She wore a black suit and stockings with a stark white blouse. An ID tag around her neck showed a photo of her in what looked like the same outfit, but she looked a few years younger and about thirty pounds lighter. Even if her outfit gave nothing away her face spoke clearly of someone under a lot of stress. Maybe he could use that.

At the very least her black and white outfit nicely complemented the gunmetal gray jumpsuit he had been given to wear. Apparently the foundation hated color as much as it hated supernatural creatures.

Emily smiled softly, folded her hands in her lap. "I thought we might begin with you asking me questions. You must have a lot."

"That's one way of putting it" Danny scoffed. He rested his head in his hand and fixed her with a glare. "Oh I've got one. Why are you guy's such psychopaths?"

Emily raised an eyebrow, seeming not phased one bit by his brashness. "What gives you the impression that we're psychopaths?

Danny grit his teeth hard. "Gee, I don't know! Kidnaping me, holding me prisoner when I did nothing wrong , experimenting on me while I'm drugged out of my mind and murdering…"

He couldn't finish Danny felt his eyes stinging and he fought himself hard to pull it back. He wasn't going to cry for these bastards. He crossed his arms over his chest his lips pursed tightly.

Emily was annoyingly unfazed by his rant though, she just nodded along with him. "Those are horrible things aren't they?"

"y-eah just a little!" Danny's voice cracked and he took a deep breath. This wasn't working out the way he had hoped at all.

"So, you assumed that because we do horrible things for apparently no reason, the foundation must be full of psychopaths?" Emily asked.

"I think that's the textbook definition.." Danny said apprehensively, he could tell she was trying to get somewhere with this and he wasn't sure he would like it.

She folded her hands in her lap fingers lacing together. "Your rough treatment when you arrived is regrettable but at that time no one knew what you were capable of or if you were aggressive. That's why we tested you with small animals first. You didn't hurt any of them so we sent in a human analog just to make sure."

"Human analog? Is that what you call the man those guards shot." Danny snapped sitting up in his seat and glaring dangers at Emily.

The woman just shrug her shoulders. "Normally we call them non-essential personal or just D-class." her expression softened a little and her tone dropped, becoming a touch more soothing. "If it makes you feel better Danny we only recruit D-class personal from the world's most dangerous convicted criminals."

"So because he's a criminal it's just fine to kill him."

"No, but it's better than abducting people off the street."

"And you know what would be even better than that? Not murdering people at all!"

Emily sat back in her chair looking at him. The oddest look on her face. Danny felt slightly unnerved again shrinking back into his seat.

"Well I think we've made a lot of progress today." Emily smiled grabbing her clipboard and getting to her feet. Danny stood up as well, "wait you're leaving already?" He said taking a step toward her and nearly tripping over the coffee table.

"Just for a little bit yes, I have something important I need to take care of." She walked over to her change and took the chance of resting her hand on his shoulder. "I can come back later today if you like." Danny looked away again shrugging off her hand.

"umm sure.. if you like or.. whatever" he muttered. He wasn't really sure if he wanted her to come back but anything was better than being alone, right?

"In the meantime why don't you make me a list of things you might want? I'm allowed to give you things like games and toys and any other personal objects that will make your stay a little more bearable."

Danny nodded and stepped away, watching as she left the room. Not moving until the sound of the metal reinforcement sliding back into place finished. Then it was just him and the empty room again.

From: ████████████
To: ████████████
Subject: SCP-2056-2 Testing Inquiry

Hey Ron,

How are things going with scp-2056-2? I haven't heard much about it besides the fact that it's a copy the generator needed to keep SCP-2056 from using its powers.

I know contentment procedures aren't usually my concern, but I was wondering if you thought it would be possible to pack the power neutralizing capabilities of SCP2056-2 into a smaller portable size? Anything that would allow SCP-2056 to leave his containment chamber without risking escape would be extremely useful.

Sentient SCP are usually given a chance to have daily walks and I'm worried that being confined to one room his whole life will have sever negative effects on his wellbeing. The last thing anyone needs is another homicidal SCP.

Also between you and me I think I've discovered a way to convince SCP-2056 of the necessity of his containment. If they are successful, the strategies I intend to use on him could revolutionize how we handle sentient SCP.

All of that is just conjecture for now though, but I felt I should better explain why it's so important that we look into improving 2056's condiment protocols. If I'm to convince him he will need to interact with some of the other SCP. (Under strict testing protocol of course)

I'm going to run the idea passed the director Bernstein but I would prefer to have more than just an idea before I bring it to him and your input would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks in advance,

Dr. Emily Forbrs

From:████████████
To:████████████
Subject: Re: SCP-2056-2 Testing Inquiry

Dear Emily,

I have something that will suit your needs perfectly. I can give it to you but you can't ask any questions about where it came from. Orders from one of the O5, you know how it is.

Feel free to drop by and pick it up, you should also probably go through proper testing with it, faster than getting the step overruled. I know for a fact it will work though.

I wish you the best of luck with your project,

Ronald Sunderland

AU:

Thanks a lot for all the wonderful comments guys. im surprised theirs even an interest for this story. it seemed like such an oddball crossover.

A friend of mine drew up some pictures to go with this story. If you want to see them look up scp2056 on tumblr. (scp-2056 . tumblr . com)