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Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-J is to be held in a padded humanoid containment chamber. SCP-XXXX-J is to undergo regular therapy sessions.

Description: SCP-XXXX-J is a 30 year old Caucasian male formerly employed by the Foundation. SCP-XXXX-J has an anomalously strong belief that he possesses anomalous abilities. It is currently not fully understood how SCP-XXXX-J is able to maintain this belief in spite of overwhelming evidence to the contrary: further study is needed. The Foundation is currently employing a variety of strategies in an attempt to cure SCP-XXXX-J, including persuasion, pleading, cajoling and abject mockery.

Addendum A: Partial Transcript of Recent Session:

(SCP-XXXX is shaking, having suffered a barrage of sustained sarcasm.)

Researcher Thompson: I mean you've got the look down: white hair, electric blue eyes, great body, now you've just really got to work on the actual having superpowers part.

Researcher Kidd: The spandex works though, not sure where you found it, but it really helps the image.

Researcher Thompson: For sure- if you were an ultra-powerful being able to wield otherworldly powers, I'd definitely expect you to dress like that.

SCP-XXXX-J: Enough, I tire of this nonsense!

(SCP-XXXX-J punches the wall of the chamber, then stares at his fist in horror.)

Researcher Kidd: Hey! Perhaps you had super strength, but then you were bitten by a radioactive bodybuilder and lost it again.

Researcher Thompson: Yeah! Well actually no, no, I'm not sure that really makes much sense, Brian.

Researcher Kidd: You don't think it would work like that?

Researcher Thompson: No I don't. And I doubt he understands what you're saying. Come on man, we've gone over this, you can't just say whatever shit-

Researcher Kidd: -Does it really matter?

Researcher Thompson: Yes it really matters! (In hushed tones) Didn't you read the dossier? If our mocking's not up to scratch, they're going to try direct confrontation again. Last time he got very nasty.

SCP-XXXX-J: Silence! I know not what mechanism you have installed to dampen my abilities, but I warn you now, your gadgets shall not hold me for long.

(SCP-XXXX-J assumed the lotus position. When questioned, he claimed to be "generating chakra". Beyond this initial explanation, he refused to respond for several hours.)

Addendum B: Incident XXXX-J-2

Site Director Danielson: Johnson, hasn't this gone on long enough?

SCP-XXXX-J: I know not of this Johnson. I am Zodiac!

Site Director Danielson: Zodiac? Right, sure. Only… last week you were Battle Boy, and before that it was Acrobat Archie.

(SCP-XXXX-J does not respond)

Site Director Danielson: The document I'm holding here says that you are Researcher Johnson. Look, there's your picture, that's you in a lab coat. This is not a forgery; this is not a trick. You are Johnson; you are not Zodiac. Now please…I know you've had a difficult few months, but you are acting like a cognitohazard victim, and there's just no call for it.

(SCP-XXXX-J appears to be deep in concentration)

SCP-XXXX-J: Your mind games, fiendishly cunning though they are, will not work on me. The forces of justice can never be deceived, for truth itself is on our side! Surrender now, oh nefarious one, or I shall have no choice but to strike you down.

Site Director Danielson: (sighs) I guess it was a long shot. Okay, back to plan A

As Site Director and attendants turned to leave the room, SCP-XXXX-J extended one arm, straining, his face contorted. A beam of crackling purple energy did not burst from SCP-XXXX-J's palm, burning a steaming crater into Site Director Danielson's chest. The walls of the chamber did not buckle under the pressure generated by the release of SCP-XXXX-J's non-existent, potent psychic energies, before rupturing like tissue paper.

SCP-XXXX-J then completely failed to disintegrate security staff as they moved to restrain him. You could see he was really trying though. For a while we were afraid he might hurt himself.