I am Scp O76/Able in Scp the copy cat

My name is Able. Some of you Foundation folks know me better as SCP-076, the unstoppable, unkillable murder machine. For the past few centuries? I did what I was made to do—kill. Over and over. Until one Containment Breach changed everything.



Let’s just say… I died. Again. But this time, I stayed dead—just long enough to come back different. I sliced off more than just my head. I cut away the part of me that lived for mindless bloodshed.



Now? I still kill, sure. But I'm selective about it. I work for the Foundation now—not because I love them, but because in a world of neck-snapping statues, world-ending gods, and eldritch horrors wearing lab coats, they’re the safest bet.



Also… Dad left me a parting gift. Well, two.



1. Absolute Immortality – Not just healing fast. Not “comes back stronger.” I. Do. Not. Die.





2. Perfect Mimicry – I can copy anything. Skills, weapons, powers, anomalies… you name it. And not just mimic—I master it.







This isn’t redemption. It’s evolution. I’m still the old Able... just upgraded.



And with Cain watching my back, Iris on comms, and a wild world full of SCPs to play with...



“Looks like it’s time for work.”



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MC: Able



ship: Able X Harem