1998, Or The Year When 1902 Began

You open the door. The year is 1999 and 1903.

Dust sweeps your eyebrows, blowing in chorus with the wind from an open window; an archive sits in front of you.

You pick up a folder, titled "Incident XXXX - Ongoing". You take a look at the files inside.

+ UIU FILE 1001 | 01|12|1998

UIU REPORT 1001 | 01|12|1998:

An unexplained event seems to be connecting the years of 1998 and 1902 together. Specifically, those who were not alive during January 1st, 1902 (which is nearly 95% of the entire population) are being "unborn" (ceasing to exist due to a time paradox) at random.

Witnesses described an entity appearing when the event started at 00:03 today, but any further attempts to describe the entity result in their vocabulary devolving into an unknown language. This has not been translated as of yet, but several documents in the language have been saved in the database so that the SCP Foundation can study them further.

+ SCP DOCUMENT XXXX

Note: SCP-XXXX has breached, and this document has been compromised.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter Apollyon

Special Containment Procedures: [DATA CORRUPTED]. In the event of a TK-Class Scenario from SCP-XXXX, Protocol 2317-579 is to be activated.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a [DATA CORRUPTED] entity. [DATA CORRUPTED]. If uncontained, SCP-XXXX could cause a TM-Class Time Merger Scenario, which would slowly evolve into a ZK-Class Reality Failure event unless Protocol 2317-579 is activated. [DATA CORRUPTED].

Addendum I: [DATA CORRUPTED]

Addendum II: [DATA CORRUPTED]

Addendum III: It got out. Protocol 2317-579, pronto.

You notice a silver watch on your left arm. It wasn't there before, or was it?

+ You found a pager in your pocket. Read the email it just received?

To Emily

Dad vanished today, apparently there's something that can't be named erasing people from existence. All the digital clocks are saying this is December 1902, don't know why. If I get erased from existence, just know that I've all ways loved you as big brothers should do.

Best wishes,

John.

You don't have a brother named John. You don't have a dad. In fact, you don't remember a family at all. You know deep down that you did. Is this the answer to your never-ending question?

+ There's another email from a few months prior. Read it?

Unusual Incidents Unit Agent Agnes

~ You are not safe. Nor is anyone else that assisted in containing the entity. Get to SCP Site-01 IMMEDIATELY. The entrance is under Paddington Station, it's a train trip hidden below a storage room. The crates are the clue. Good luck. We will discuss this further.

O5-10, Special Containment Procedures Foundation.

Who even is Agent Agnes?

You booked a flight to London for tomorrow. Maybe answers lie there.

+ The plane landed.

Unusual Incidents Unit Agent Agnes

~ To clarify, our discussion will revolve around Protocol 2317-579. Best wishes.

O5-10, Special Containment Procedures Foundation.

+ You arrived at Paddington Station.

You fumble around, looking for the supposed secret entrance.

You found a crate that couldn't be moved. Opening it, you find a ladder. You went down the ladder.

At the bottom of the ladder, there is a train station.

You waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It arrived.

+ You take the train.

You entered through the blast door at the edge of the new station.

As the train goes back to Paddington Station, you are surrounded by a strange, clean and enormous office building.

You meet a muscular man in red military garb and a SWAT visor, with a badge displaying a hand holding an arrow. In his transparent front pocket, a dark orange striped keycard is visible.".

"Uh, sir, may I ask, why have I been summoned here? Just wanted to know," you say to the man.

"You forgot why you were summoned here? Odd, I must say. Now, what is your name?" says the man.

"All the emails have been calling me Emily Agnes. Who the hell is she?" you say to the man.

Shocked, the man says "What the fuck? That was quite a mindwipe you got there, miss. You still look somewhat sickly, must be an experimental amnestic, like Class G."

"Uh, sorry…I guess…? Better late than never, right…?" you say in a bewildered fashion.

"Sorta true. But the protocol is going to be activated and the world will be reset in 10." says the man.

"9."

You watch a strange white orb grow in the distance.

"8."

You know what's going to happen.

"7."

You know what it happening will result in.

"6."

You start to smile, knowing better times will be ahead.

"5."

You stare at the expanding sphere.

"4."

You smile at the expanding sphere.

"3."

The world begins to collapse around you, yet you continue to smile.

"2."

Your thumb disappears in a cloud of ash. You pray that it's for the greater good.

"1."

You smile once more.

"0."

+ SCP DOCUMENT XXXX ~ REVISION 2

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX has been neutralized. The containment procedures initiated before its neutralization are unknown.

Description: SCP-XXXX was, to current Foundation knowledge, an anomaly stored at Area-150. The former chamber of SCP-XXXX appears to be a 30 m³lead alloy cube coated with pure iron, suspended in midair with a (now non-functional) electromagnet. The cube appears to have a 1m² crack on its surface, presumably causing a containment breach. No former properties of SCP-XXXX are known as of yet.