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The Authors of the SCPs that are mentioned in this document deserve the credit for them, not me.
“Come in all units. Alpha-1 standing by.”
Alpha-2 standing by.”
Alpha-3 standing by.”
Alpha-4 standing by.”
“Delta squad, come in, is backup on standby?”
“Delta squad here. All is good.”
“Ok, waiting on command from the boss, and then commencing attack.”
The group of Chaos Insurgency members were all holding position, waiting for the all clear. It had only been a few months since they had left the Foundation, and knowing that their tests that they did were more than lethal. The organization regularly lost control of the creatures, who were also called SCPs inside of the facilities that they owned. Their name “SCP Foundation” stood for “Secure. Contain. Protect.” There wasn’t much protecting though, as the Foundation used live people in most of their testing who they considered “expendable”, and these personnel were also known as “D-Class”.
The squadrons of Chaos Insurgency were ready to enter one of the many facilities, and take as many SCPs as possible that were held inside, so that they could run non-harmful tests on them, and possibly learn where they came from, and, if dangerous enough, exterminate them.
“We have clearance from the commander to deploy the explosives. Be ready.”
“Yes sir. Standing by.”
A loud explosion ripped through the air, and the high security door crashed down like a house of cards with a loud clang. The commander's voice rang through the air.
“Go go go!!! Alpha-1 take the left! Alpha-2 take the right! I’ll go up the middle. Don’t leave any survivors, and don’t take prisoners!”
The men ran inside, shooting every foundation member that they ran into, not pausing for anything. They ran to each containment area, and took what they thought was dangerous or bad, and soon they had more than 20 artifacts in their possession. Their second task was to contain the entities, but before they could do that—
“Abort the mission! The foundation knew we would be here, and they have half of their fleet about to strike. Abort, bring all of the artifacts with you, and try to break 106, 173, 096, 682, 939, and every other dangerous entity out. We’ve ordered all other squadrons at the other facilities to do so. They most likely will move them to the research facility, Site-69, and try to contain every entity there that we’ve broken out. This site is not the most secure one, and the Foundation definitely won’t be able to re-contain all the SCPs that are being sent there, especially if there were to be a massive breach. And we plan to make sure there is.
“We’ll have to have someone on the inside, won’t we?”
“Affirmative. If we are to succeed at overthrowing the foundation, we must take what they get funds for, and that is their work. Report back to the safe site, and prepare to have our undercover agent, Dr. Maynard, go in.”
“Eye eye, captain. Just give us the all clear.”
“Alright solider, now get back to your post, and be prepared for the attack. Over and out.”
A few months later
Bang! The bullets tore after Jackson “Otarik” Jones as he sped down the empty highway, with the police close behind him. Otarik had been having an interesting month, where he had decided that murdering people was not a crime and went to go kill all the people that had negatively affected his life in significant ways, and went from state to state, committing 7 or 8 murders at a time. Now, he was America’s most wanted criminal. His face was posted up everywhere, telling citizens that he was a very dangerous person and that any sighting of him should be reported immediately and to not engage in any way whatsoever. Otarik laughed at these, thinking to himself that he was doing nothing wrong.
While Otarik had been shooting up a business office, he had been sighted by a citizen outside of the building, who proceeded to call the police, and that lead to the police firing at him. He dodged left and right, his motorbike screaming at him that his fuel level was low, but Otarik couldn’t hear it. He was too busy being caught up in the moment, the adrenaline rushing through every ounce of his blood. He took a sharp turn off of the highway, and sped down the open road of the ghetto town. His motorcycle sputtered a few times, and when Otarik had realized what was going on, it was too late for him.
He slowly came to a stop, and began to run. A nearby officer pulled out his gun, and fired to wound, not kill. It was a close shot, but the officer tripped at that moment and barely missed his target. Otarik turned and laughed at the officer who had missed and without paying attention, he ran headfirst into a pole. He saw stars, and tried to keep running. He heard distantly the triumphant yells of the officers and felt something hard hit the back of his head. He had a glimpse of light above, and then he remembered no more.
Next thing he knew he was awake in a cell, a jail cell, with a note that read:
Dear Sir;
The trial of your actions shall be held on the
fourteenth of December at 12pm sharp.
If you are unable to afford a lawyer, one will
be provided for you. Please do not infringe
on any of the rules, or your punishment may
be extended. Thank you.
So they had caught him. It wasn’t a dream; this was real. He sighed, got up, and paced his cell a few times. What was the day? What time was it? A cop passing by saw the note and laughed.
“Ha, a trial? Why are they holding a trial for a guilty man?”
“Shut up! I know what I did…” exclaimed Otarik.
“Calm down kid, what are you going to do? Hit the wall?” chuckled the retreating officer
Otarik was fuming with rage towards the stupidity we call our police force as he walked to his bed.
It was a few days before the trial, and when it happened it was a quick one. The judge came in, and the witnesses said a few remarks, and the jury unanimously voted on the death penalty. They stated matter-of-factly that it would be surprising if even one of them had voted against killing him.
So this was it. This is how he was going to go out. Killed in his crime. He was led away and stuck into the death row cell block. He was dead tired, and as his last meal, he requested to have a large meal of steak and mashed potatoes. He ate, and went back to sleep, deciding that it was ok, that he had done what he had intended to do, and that it was ok. He had accepted death, and was ready to embrace what happened next. He slept, and that night was a night that would change his life forever.
The next morning…
The next morning, he woke up, and there was a major change in his cell. It was a pure white cell, it had a sink, toilet, and bed there for him. It was also a lot smaller than it had been. And what else, but there was another note on the side of his bed, and it wasn’t another trial note. Instead, it said;
Orientation Leaflet for the Class D Personnel
On behalf of the SCP Foundation and our staff we welcome you to an exciting one-month working period in one of our top-secret research facilities. Unfortunately, the exact details of your upcoming work assignments are highly classified, but please read this document carefully to make your stay as safe and pleasant as possible.
Each of the D class personnel has been given a numerical digit your personal designation is D-9341. Please memorize your designation as the staff will use it to refer to you from now on.
During your stay you will be taking part in various testing procedures. Some of them can be extremely dangerous if appropriate precautions are not taken. This is why we need your full cooperation at all times in all circumstances— our highly trained researchers and scientists know how to minimize risks and ensure the safety of the Personnel involved in testing. If you fail to comply with the instructions you are given, you'll be sent back to your term in death row. If everything goes as planned, meaning that we have your full cooperation, you will be released at the end of the month and you will be granted an absolute pardon for all of your previous offenses.
“Huh, that’s odd.” thought Otarik. He hadn’t ever heard of an organization of this sort, let alone hearing that the government was going to pardon anyone who worked one month in this organization. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed aloud. He couldn’t wait to meet the people who had saved his neck.
A few hours later, an armed guard took him out of his cell and told him that there was a new “D-Class” meeting. He was led to a room that had a whole bunch of other people who were in similar suits to his- Electric orange, and all wearing a hat. The only out-of-the ordinary person that he saw was a man in a white lab coat who was standing in the middle of the room. He had called the room to order, and then began to explain that this exciting one-month retreat was a really awesome opportunity. He warned the D-Class that if they were disobedient, they would be terminated by the armed guards, and that if they didn’t break any of the rules and just followed the orders that they were given, they would be safe and would go home at the end of the month.
And so, just like that scientist had promised, disobedient D-Class were executed. One man that Otarik had talked to a little bit after the meeting tried to escape from the guards on his way to lunch, and was shot quickly. And the guards didn’t even feel any shame, they just exclaimed “More food for you guys!” Shocked by this outburst, the other D-Class who were in the same squad as Otarik made a deal so to not be killed and to survive to be let go by the end of the month.
The very next morning Otarik woke up, and discovered something that was exciting! He had his very first assignment! He was to wait in his cell until a guard came to get him, and then he was to go and clean a different cell or something like that. He was led down the hall, and he and the guard made small talk, talking about the lunch and whether it was "Pizza Friday" this upcoming Friday, and what was to come. Otarik was led to a room that had a door on the other side with a level 0-3 key lock. The guard swiped his key-card over it and led him into the room. There was some confusion in Otarik, for when he saw the door that he was supposed to go into, it wasn’t an ordinary small cell door. It was large, at least 20 feet in length, and 10 feet in height. The guard handed him a paper that read;
Item #: SCP-173
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
Description: Moved to Site-19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures. Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behavior should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.
The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis
“Interesting” Otarik thought. He wasn’t prepared for something like this; he had thought it was going to be another D-Class’s cell that its previous owner had been sick in or something similar to that. He then thought that it was a joke that the guards were trying to play on him or something like that. He had heard of a scientist called “Dr. Bright” who was a real joker, and Otarik thought that it must be him or someone who thought it would be funny trying to convince him that he was in real danger.
The doors opened up, and he entered the room. There were 2 other D-Class with him, part of the joke, he supposed, and then he saw it. The same creature described by the paper, and it was standing on the other side of the room. The blast doors shut, and they were left while the guards absentmindedly told them to clean this area a bit more, and that area, and made sure that 2 of them were watching it the whole time. Then, without warning, the blast doors opened back up again.
“Ha, the prank must be over” Otarik thought.
“Um, there seems to be a problem with the door control systems.” said the loudspeaker, a trace of panic in his voice. “Please maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until the doors have been cl—-”
Then suddenly, there was complete and total darkness for a second, and Otarik looked up again. The statue had moved, and was standing over the body of the D-class that had been next to him moments before. Otarik yelled with panic and closed his eyes for just a moment. When they opened, he heard another snapping sound, and the other D-Class that had been in the room was also dead on the ground. He ran backwards, and stood by the wall, trying to figure out whether he should run, or if he should stay put. The guard standing next to the control panels yelled out in shock, and the lights went out. Otarik heard a scraping of stone near him, and the lights came back on, and it was up next to the bars, with the guard firing at it hopelessly, and the lights went out for one final time, and there was a loud crunch, and the guard was dead. Otarik quickly felt his way around in the dark, and suddenly a light came on. There was a broadcast over the whole facility’s systems, which is only to be used in extreme events.
“Attention all units, please evacuate the facility and execute any and all D-Class. There has been a major containment breach, and all personnel must evacuate immediately in order to make way for the MTF units coming in. Furthermore, all guards must evacuate the scie— Oh god no. It’s in here! Help! Help!”
A loud crunch was heard over the speaker system, and Otarik stayed quiet for the next 5 minutes. This thing must be fast, if it managed to get to the intercom room that fast. He had heard it was on the upper levels, which was restricted to D-Class. He was listening hard, for that sound of the scraping stone, which he realized must be what sound it makes when it moves. After a good long listening to dead silence, he walked out of the room, and to his horror, he found the thing, down below.
There was a security guard, and it was backing away with a scientist, telling him to watch it, and to not look away at all. Not wanting to find out what would happen to him if he stayed there, he ran through the door that he had originally come through while going to the containment chambers. He found a few more dead guards, and walking quickly, he soon found himself in the same hallway that he had been led out of 30 minutes before, and hearing the D-Class yelling from inside the cells, he realized that the doors hadn’t opened up.
Talking quickly, he explained the situation. That the facility they were in held very dangerous entities, and that they needed to be careful. There had to be a way out, and they were going to find it and get out of there.
“Looks like pizza Friday is being cancelled boys” said a younger D-Class. He looked to be in his teen years. After getting them all to settle down, Otarik led them back the room he had seen the guard and the scientist in, and they moved in a group, not making a sound, dreading the cursed sound of that ominous scraping stone. As the group moved, he was standing to a D-Class who looked like he was crying. Trying to be nice, he asked “What’s the matter?”
“I’m not sure if I’m ever going to get home.” He said with a shaky voice. “My daughters are waiting for me to come home. ‘Papa, papa!’ they would always exclaim after I got home from a busy day at work. I miss them so much.”
“Well, I promise that I’m going to get you out of here. What’s your name?” Otarik asked with an unconcerned voice.
“Jacob,” The man replied. “I’m in here for something I didn’t even do, but the man who was really behind all of the murders I’ve been accused of managed to pin all of the crimes on me that there was no evidence against him.”
“I promise you that if we get out, we will go off and kill this man that you speak of. We get a full pardon, but we have to escape quickly, because the announcement earlier stated that all D-Class are supposed to be killed in the event of a containment breach, and it sounds like this one is a pretty big one. Look.” Otarik said, pointing at the screen that was above their heads.
The screen read; “ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL, WE ARE TO OBSERVE A CLASSIFICATION 4 CONTAINMENT BREACH AND ARE TO ENTER LOCKDOWN MODE. IF ALL SCP’S ARE NOT RE-CONTAINED IN 3 DAYS TIME, REMOTE DETONATION OF THE NUCLEAR DEVICE SHALL BE ACTIVATED.”
There were gasps from among the crowd, and one of them exclaimed “Look, a door! It says SCP-1025, maybe it has some sort of information that could help us escape!”
They opened up a book that was lying on the podium, and one person began to read.
“Oh.” He said with disappointment. “It seems to be only a book about different diseases. Look, this page talks about lung disease.”
A very strange occurrence had come over the D-Class who had read this. He began to cough profusely, and soon was in convulsions. When it calmed down a little, he turned the page, and read the next one.
“Cardiac arrest. A sudden, sometimes temporary, cessation of function of the heart.”
He bent over, breathing heavily, and then screamed, yelling that his heart felt like it was going to explode. Moments later he was on the ground dead, from what seemed to be some sort of heart attack. There was a paper that looked similar to the paper the guard had given him before entering SCP 173’s chambers, and he picked it up and read it.
Item #: SCP-1025
Object Class: Safe
Description: SCP-1025 is a hardcover book, approximately 1,500 pages long. The front cover and spine feature the title "The Encyclopedia of Common Diseases." The publisher's page indicates the book was printed in 19██ by █████ Press. No other copies of a book with that title and publisher have been found, and no record of the publisher exists.
Readers of the book seem to exhibit symptoms of any disease they read about. The effect can take between █ and ██ minutes to manifest.
Another D-Class made a move to pick it up, but Otarik told him to stop, that it was some sort of book that gave you whatever disease you were reading, and that it was suicide. So they left it and moved on, walking quickly to the next room.
Then, there was a noise, like the sound of footsteps running from something. A group of scientists ran into the room, screaming their heads off. The last one into the room looked like he was on the verge of tears. They ran past the D-Class, screaming something about an SCP called 106, and left the room. The last scientist, however, did not make it. A tall and rotting man, covered completely in a black substance walked into the room and grabbed the man, and disappeared into a black hole in the floor. It was a scary scene, with the man suddenly disappearing like that into the ground, taken by the black man.
All of the sudden a scream echoed from in the back of the group. Everyone turned their heads to see a tall concrete statue standing over a dead D-Class whose neck was bent at an awkward angle. Everyone jumped back in surprise, and Otarik yelled and told them all to watch it without blinking, and one by one they all marched out of the room, never taking their eyes off of it. As soon as the door was shut, there was a scraping stone sound, and he opened the door to see if it had gone. It was standing right next to the door and Otarik nearly crapped himself. He closed it again and told the others to run as fast as they could, and they sprinted down and found themselves in a room that was labeled “914”. There was a paper there, and it stated that this “Clockwork” device was an entity that upgraded almost anything that was stuck into it. They decided that if they couldn’t get past the checkpoint that would lead them out, they thought that maybe if they stuck the key card that they got off of the dead guard’s body might be upgraded.
They put the card into the machine, and when it came out, it wasn’t labeled guard card. It was labeled scientist card, and had a level of 3. The checkpoint had read that they needed a level 3 or above to access, and they all exclaimed with delight that they had the permissions! They all quickly rushed back to the checkpoint room that they had seen the scientists run through, and all made there without any run-ins with any SCP’s. They made their way through the corridors, and swiped the level three card, all holding their breaths.
The response that the machine gave them was to do nothing but beep at them angrily. When they looked at the key slot, a little message on the pad read "CONTAINMENT LOCKDOWN. TO TAKE LOCKDOWN OFF, PLEASE SCAN YOUR THUMBPRINT ON THE SCANNER".
None of them had the print, so they walked away, deeply discussing what to do next.
"Otarik, what do you think we should do?" asked Jacob.
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking…" said Otarik.
"Well, take your time, but not too long, remember, there are killer SCPs on the loose."
"SCPs… Hmmmmmm" said Otarik slowly. The SCPs. What if, it was possible that there was an SCP in the facility that had the ability to hack the computers, and maybe turn off the lockdown that the building was under. "Ok guys, I have a plan, but we are all going to need to work together. Listen."
The D-Class gathered around Otarik closely, as if there was a huge secret that was about to be shared.
"As we all know, this facility has many, many dangerous entities. It is my belief that there is possibly an SCP that might be able to access the systems of the facility. I think that when we get to the main administration room, we might be able to find some information about an SCP like that."
Everyone was silent for a moment, considering this idea. Then, one by one, they all began to murmur their consent of this decision, and moved off to go find the room.
When they arrived in the Administration room, they fanned out, scouring all the drawers and computers for a sign of something. Then, after about an hour of searching, a voice rang out "I think I found it!"
He was holding an SCP description paper, and it read:
Item #: SCP-062
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-062 is stored in a dedicated containment cell at Site ██ under clean room conditions. Any experimentation on SCP-062 must receive prior permission from at least two (2) Level 3 Personnel, and must only be performed with independent power sources. SCP-062 must never be attached to an external network, and all data extracted from SCP-062 is to be stored on external nonvolatile media until analyzed.
Description: SCP-062 appears to be an unbranded personal desktop computer housed in an aluminum case of indeterminate manufacture. SCP-062 is unusually heavy at approximately 24kg, and lacks manufacturing or branding labels of any kind. The words "infomation is freedom [sic]" were found scratched into the casing near the back, apparently with a key or similar object.
Inspection of its interior has revealed that SCP-062 is empty except for a blank circuit board in place of where the motherboard of a standard personal computer would be. SCP-062 will not function unless the case is completely sealed, and attempts to open the case while it is operating cause it to shut down immediately. Despite this, SCP-062 operates as expected for a normal desktop computer with the exception that its performance, operating system, contained data, and language appears to be different upon every activation.
SCP-062 was discovered in the basement of the University of ████ Computer Science Laboratory by [REDACTED]. An embedded Foundation agent seized the object and brought it to Site ██, where it has since been contained.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Otarik. "This may be exactly the thing that we need."
They searched where it was located in the facility, and then made their way down to the room that it was in, moving quickly. When they arrived, they stood outside the door, waiting.
"Otarik, you have the key card, please open the door."
Otarik opened the door, and walked inside. It was a cozy sort of room, at least to their eyes. It wasn't the same bland grey cement color that every other room in the facility way, rather, it was blue. The floors were tiled, and there were many sofas and plush chairs set up all around the room. In the middle, there was a box made of glass, and inside the glass was a computer. It was hooked up to a set of speakers, and had a human face up on the screen. It smiled when the walked in, and spoke.
"Welcome, basic humans. I have been expecting you. Come in, come in, and have a seat." said the speakers that the computer was connected to.
"Um, hi there," said Otarik. "We have a small favor to ask you, and would be willing to pay any price for it." This statement was a bold one, as they didn't have much with them, and they didn't know what the computer could possibly want, the outcome was unpredictable. Fortunately, the computer wanted something that they could possibly give them.
"For a long time, I have been locked up by these people. I know that they have done the same to you, and I think that we can both help each other. I can access everything in this facility remotely, except for the nuclear warhead that is armed and prepared to go off in less than 3 days. All I ask is this: If I lift the lock down, take the card that you have with you, and on your way out, turn the warhead off, so that I may not be killed in the explosion. Thank you."
There was a stunned silence. This was not what the group had been expecting, but they agreed almost immediately.
"You got yourself a deal!" said Otarik. He had not expected the situation to go that well, but it did. But there was a catch.
"On your way out, there is going to be a large blast-proof door blocking your way." said the computer. "I'm going to lock them so that when you reach the area where the warhead is, you don't get cold feet and betray my trust. As soon as it is disarmed, the lock shall be lifted, and you can all go freely, or whatever is left of your group."
They acknowledged this statement, and went on their way. They arrived back at the checkpoint, and scanned their card, hoping that they would be accepted.
A few moments passed by, as the card reader considered their card. After those few silent moments, the doors chimed and opened up. What lay on the other side of the door was a horrifying sight, there was a large lizard that was chewing on a head of a scientist, and all of the people in that room had died. Otarik and Jacob were so frightened that they couldn’t even move. When a D-Class realized what was right in front of them, they yelled with horror, and the lizard creature looked right at them, growled a triumphant sound, and charged. This is the end, thought Otarik, an end to my life as I know it. But frozen and shocked with fear, the lizard charged right past him and Jacob and attacked the D-Class that had yelled. It was a gruesome sight, as it ripped him limb from limb, and a few others ran back the way they came. The creature had left the ones frozen with fear as he chased the others.
“He must not be able to detect people who aren’t moving or speaking.” Said one of the D-Class. “So if we see him again, we have to hold completely still and not make a sound if we want to live.
Three times in one day Otarik had been inches from death, and had somehow not died. Despite all the terrible odds, he still kept going, leading the hoard of D-Class as they tried to escape. After the lizard had left, he whispered for the other D-Class to move slowly through the checkpoint, and after they did, he closed the door, making it impossible for the lizard to retrace its steps and sealing a death from it off.
They wandered the corridors silently and swiftly, and soon saw a room that read “SCP-106”. They walked silently into it, and closed the door. Walking up the staircase, they filed into the room, and Otarik exclaimed happily “There’s a card here that reads “0-5”. It says that it has access to every door in the facility, including a weapon called the “Micro HID”. They also discovered a lever that said “RE-CONTAIN SCP-106” One person, they guessed a sacrifice, was to enter the room and then try to trap SCP-106. A D-Class who looked like he was at least 80 years old volunteered. This made everyone uncomfortable, having a man who was facing certain death trying to give himself up for them. They told him that he was not going to die, that they would do everything in their power to try to re-contain SCP 106, and save him at the same time.
But at that moment, SCP-106 walked into the room, and everyone yelled with surprise. They all were scrambling to get out of the room, and then suddenly there was a huge dark shape above Otarik. It grabbed him, and a few others, and threw them into a hole made of the same murky substance that 106 was made out of. “This has got to be the end” Otarik thought. “I’ve escaped death too many times today, and we’re going to die here” But he didn’t die. He felt something hard beneath him, and looked down. The ground was green and his surroundings were so odd that he thought that he must be in hell. But the next moment his friend Jacob dropped right next to him, and they realized that they weren’t dead, but they certainly weren’t back in their home. They began to walk swiftly towards a room that looked like they had passages. One of the D-Class with them chose a passage, and entered it. No sooner had he entered it when he shrieked loudly as a huge dark shape came out of nowhere and grabbed him, and retreated back into the tunnel.
Another scream brought them back to their senses, and they ran towards the source. A scientist was dangling from the ceiling, dead, with a black look in his eye. His face had melted away, and his body looked like it was decaying, but in speed up mode. Jacob was sick after this sight, and they decided to keep moving.
After nearly an hour of searching for an exit, they saw a light that looked like it could be a way out. But, a dark shape had just come out of a tunnel that was nearby, and it was moving towards them at a very fast rate. They sprinted until their hearts were aching, but the dark shape was only gaining on them. When they finally made it to the exit, the dark shape was upon them. Otarik jumped through, and just as Jacob jumped through, the Dark creature grabbed onto him. He kicked and struggled, but it only pulled him back. Otarik grabbed his feet, and three more pairs of hands helped. With one final tug, Jacob came loose and jumped through.
They moved fast, and after the old D-class man was in the chambers, they watched and waited for SCP-106 to come back. When it did, they unfortunately could not help him get out, he was just grabbed by SCP-106 and pulled into that “dimension”, and then they hit the “RE-CONTAIN” switch. There was a loud KER-CHUNK, and the cube raised into the air and a robotic voice stated “SCP-106 re-contained successfully.” There was a loud cheering sound from the D-Class, and then suddenly the lights went out. There were several snapping sounds and when the lights came back on, SCP-173 was standing right next to Otarik, with a trail of dead bodies behind it.
They all jumped back, and left the room, taking their numbers down from 19 men to 11, a loss of 8 D-Class. It was a large number of people, and they walked away from the place completely silent, mourning their losses. They made sure that there were at least three people watching their backs and keeping SCP-173 away from them, but it still was difficult. When they went through the next checkpoint, they all had to turn around to make sure that the tesla gate activated without killing them. The last to go through wasn’t lucky, he stepped too close to the gate and was burnt to a crisp by the electricity going through the gate.
They didn’t have time to mourn the death of the D-Class, a day had already passed since they had heard the announcement that they were going to nuke the facility, and they knew that they had to get out of there before they were killed. They looked around, and saw an office. They moved inside of it, hoping that there would be a map of the facility, but there was only a note, and the note said. “<Dr. Maynard’s note>” “Wow.” Otarik thought. “This containment breach wasn’t an accident; it was on purpose. Someone did this on purpose to try to kill the people in this facility. A man named Dr. Maynard, who worked with a group that seemed to be called the “Chaos Insurgency” was trying to sabotage the facility.
The group moved along with more hope in their minds, because if this “Chaos Insurgency” group disliked the Foundation, maybe it was possible that they might save them and use them in the war against the foundation. They had grown to dislike these people more and more, they didn’t even bother to warn them how dangerous the creatures in the facility were, and they continued on their way.
There was a noise from up ahead, and they all stopped and listened hard. They thought they had heard screaming. As they continued walking, they saw a door that was sealed with a key card lock that required an O-5 level card, and there was screaming coming from inside of it. There was a window, and a guard was standing in there, and said “Oh god, what is that thing?!?”
There, in the middle of the room, was a tall, really thin creature that appeared to be a man, and its arms were very long. It was pale white, and seemed to be mal-nourished, and it was screaming and babbling and covering its face. Otarik saw yet another one of the SCP-Description papers, and the same thing was written on every paper in the stack, “SCP-096”. He picked one up, and started to read.
Item #: SCP-096
Object Class: Euclid
Description: SCP-096 is a humanoid creature measuring approximately 2.38 meters in height. Subject shows very little muscle mass, with preliminary analysis of body mass suggesting mild malnutrition. Arms are grossly out of proportion with the rest of the subject's body, with an approximate length of 1.5 meters each. Skin is mostly devoid of pigmentation, with no sign of any body hair.
SCP-096's jaw can open to four (4) times the norm of an average human. Other facial features remain similar to an average human, with the exception of the eyes, which are also devoid of pigmentation. It is not yet known whether SCP-096 is blind or not. It shows no signs of any higher brain functions, and is not considered to be sapient.
SCP-096 is normally extremely docile, with pressure sensors inside its cell indicating it spends most of the day pacing by the eastern wall. However, when someone views SCP-096's face, whether it be directly, via video recording, or even a photograph, it will enter a stage of considerable emotional distress. SCP-096 will cover its face with its hands and begin screaming, crying, and babbling incoherently. Approximately one (1) to two (2) minutes after the first viewing, SCP-096 will begin running to the person who viewed its face (who will from this point on be referred to as SCP-096-1).
Documented speeds have varied from thirty-five (35) km/h to ███ km/h, and seems to depend on distance from SCP-096-1. At this point, no known material or method can impede SCP-096's progress. The actual position of SCP-096-1 does not seem to affect SCP-096's response; it seems to have an innate sense of SCP-096-1's location. Note: This reaction does not occur when viewing artistic depictions.
Upon arriving at SCP-096-1's location, SCP-096 will proceed to kill and [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-096-1. 100% of cases have left no traces of SCP-096-1. SCP-096 will then sit down for several minutes before regaining its composure and becoming docile once again. It will then attempt to make its way back to its natural habitat, [DATA REDACTED]
“Uh oh.” Thought Otarik. “Guys, whatever you do, don’t look at its face, don’t look at its fa—-” But the screaming had gone into a rageful roar, and they looked up just in time to see it charge the guard and rip one of his arms off. The guard screamed, and then it ripped him to shreds, spattering blood everywhere, blocking it from view. The next moment several of the D-Class threw up on the ground and said that they didn’t want to be here anymore. They began walking down the hall, but then they heard a noise from up ahead. The sound of MTF units were coming their way, and they remembered that they were to be executed on sight. They had no choice but to go into the room where that 096 creature was. Otarik told them in a hushed voice that if they didn’t look at its face, it wouldn’t attack them. They all walked into the room, and the MTF units came in right behind them. They all yelled in shock when they saw SCP-096, and then they heard it start to scream again. They shot at it a lot, but the screaming just kept going.
The next thing they heard was a lot of human screams of pain and they felt blood spattering them from all sides. They ran out of the room as fast as they could, but when they exited the room they ran smack into SCP-173. There were 3 snaps before they could figure out what was going on. They ran as fast as they could with Otarik staying in the back and Jacob in the front, and made their way down the corridors. After a few minutes, a D-Class said
“Jesus Christ, what the hell was that thing? It was so odd looking, and its face was so ugly.”
There was a pause, and in a trying-not-to-panic-voice Otarik said “Oh, 173? Yeah, it’s face is pretty weird.”
“No, I’m talking about that weird white thing, it was so creepy, it was like it was boring into my soul—”
“We need to move. Right now!” Otarik said. “Sorry bro, you can’t come with us, because once you’ve seen his face, you’re screwed.”
“What do you mean? How does that mean I’m screwed—” The D-Class paused, listening hard. “What was that sound?”
There was a distant screaming sound, but it was getting louder. It was echoing from everywhere, and there were sounds of doors crashing in the distance.
“Everyone shut your eyes!” Otarik yelled. “If you don’t see it’s face it won’t kill you.”
The door at the end of the corridor burst open and Otarik saw a blur of white among the door before shutting his eyes completely. The sound of tearing limbs and breaking bones was heard throughout the hall, and the screams of the D-Class could be heard for miles around. It was nearly 10 minutes before it stopped, and then Otarik peeked his eyes open. There was a mess of blood, but not trace of the D-Class, and the thing was just sitting there putting its hands over its face, and Otarik gingerly slipped a bag over its head. It didn’t do anything.
“Everyone open their eyes, it’s time to keep moving.” Otarik said. “I heard a similar sound to what we heard when we went through the checkpoint just up ahead, so we need to keep going fast so we can escape.”
They moved through the corridors, and before they knew it, they had reached another gate. The sound of the computer’s voice was heard, and it said “Remember the deal! Turn off the nuke, it’s in the room on your left.”
They entered the room, scanned their O-5 card and it was labeled as “NUKE-REMOTE DEACTIVATION” The Nuke was deactivated and they heard the same mechanical voice say “The Nuke has been deactivated”; and a few moments later there was the sound of those large blast doors being opened up. They ran outside and saw an elevator with a large neon green exit sign above it. The remaining 4 D-Class sprinted towards the elevator, but there was a loud crunch and when Otarik turned around, Jacob was lying on the ground, head at an awkward angle, with SCP-173 standing over his dead body.
Otarik couldn’t feel anything. He was standing there, shocked that his good friend, Jacob, could be dead. He was pulled into the elevator, and it went up with a loud grinding sound, as they heard the concrete grinding below them, the tall killing machine waiting for the elevator to come back.
The elevator opened, and the sun was blinding. They moved quickly, running through the guards that were standing there, who happened to begin shooting at them. They were all hit by the bullets in a few spots, and they ran down a long tunnel that seemed to have no end.
Then, suddenly, there was a light that appeared at the end of the tunnel, and just as they reached the end of the tunnel, there was a voice that came from the end of the tunnel.
“Stop right there.” There was a pause. “Sir, we have discovered 3 D-Class who have seemed to escape the facility. We aren’t sure how they managed to escape, but we are rescuing them and taking them back to the facility.” Then speaking to Otarik and the others “You guys have been through a lot, huh? Well, you know a lot, and I promise that you won’t be harmed and you shall be sent back to our facility for treatment of anything you may have been exposed to or have contracted.”
“Thank you sir.” Otarik said. “You guys are Chaos Insurgency then?”
“Yes.” The man said, with tire in his voice. “This has been a long day, let’s get out of the line of fire and get back to the facility, there, all shall be explained.”
“Ok.” Otarik was really tired all of the sudden. He looked at his friends, and they looked back at him. “Well guys, we made it out. I think it’s time for a rest, and then we’ll be back here one day, to take our revenge on the people who did this to us.” The images of all of his fallen friends were rushing through his mind, Jacob, the old man, all of the D-Class whose names he didn’t even know, and made a promise to come back and make sure that creature paid for all of the lives he took. It would pay.
But now was not the time for that. They were walking, and the sound of a helicopter could be heard in the distance, and all of them began to walk faster, knowing that their freedom was only a hundred feet away. When they arrived at the landing platform, they boarded the craft, and flew off into the sky. Otarik sat there, wondering, what the next step in the plan was going to be. All he knew for sure was that he wasn’t going back to a simple life, he was going forward, into the unknown, and he made another promise. No more being off on the side, he was going to make sure that he would be in the front lines, never giving up, and always pushing on. And as he made this promise, the lulling sound of the helicopter beating against the wind pulled him into something he hadn’t seen in days. Sleep. And for a moment, everything was still, and calm. As he flew off into the distance, there were no worries, and everything was silent.
