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(TW/CW: Mentions of killing, genetic manipulation, toxic behavior)

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SCP-7367, Safe class object. Known for printing novelty mugs as a form of communication, source of material unknown.

Unknown.

Milligan, for all his genius with technology, couldn't recognize bio-components when he saw it. What was originally thought to be ceramic was actually hardened and mutated cells. A disease, and a sentient one. Perhaps a parasite? 7367 didn't like to put labels on himself like that, they felt too limiting when he could change himself to be anything he wanted-- with enough DNA, that is.

Oh, it'd taken ages... producing so many mugs until eventually all the mugs in the facility probably originated from him. They'd use them, because they figured it was harmless, hardly knowing they were still extensions of 7367. He studied their genetic material, replicating it, storing that information... until eventually, he broke free from his tiny mechanic shell.

It wasn't very pretty at first, can't grow a full human body inside a tiny metal box. No, he broke out as this tiny, slimy being, letting himself lay on the cold tile floor all night long. He used Dr. Bowa's gene for the shade of hair he liked. Dr. Jillin's for the eye-shape... bits and pieces here and there until he was a fully assembled being all his own.

It was utter chaos when he was discovered. He'd killed a random researcher who'd come into Milligan's office to collect some data pads the doctor had been fixing up, only to encounter... well, 7367. He felt a little bit bad for the mess he left behind, he didn't particularly like Milligan, but he knew how much the doctor liked keeping his space clean. Ah, well... shit happens.

He'd been moved to a cell, rebranded as Euclid until they could figure out what the hell 7367 was made of. Prions were their best guess, a self-replicating virus with the capability mutate at an alarming rate. A sentient one, able to form its own body with the DNA stolen from other lifeforms like some kinda fucked up parasite. He'd grin the widest smile whenever a researcher would poke their scared little head into his cell, dressed to the nines in a hazmat suit. They weren't gonna make the same mistake of underestimating 7367 twice.

He liked toying with them, anyway. Today was no different. When a new researcher, one he hadn't seen before, entered his cell... 7367 was already perched on his bed, legs crossed as he eyed their approach with barely-concealed amusement.