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Special Containment Procedures: shits fucked yo
Description: SCP-XXXX is an essophysical phenomenon centred around Site-02, manifesting as the antithesis of the concept of 'Containment'.
-Phenomenon
-Only affects Foundation - conceptual? Targeted.
-Affects specifically Foundation - Manmade. Probably dislikes Foundation
Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven. He had in his hand a key to the hole without a bottom.
He also had a strong chain. He took hold of the dragon, that old snake, who is the Devil, or Satan, and chained him for 1,000 years.
The angel threw the devil into the hole without a bottom. He shut it and locked him in it. He could not fool the nations anymore until the 1,000 years were completed.
After this he must be free for awhile.
Main Sandbox isn't working due to high word-count (I think; I've experienced this thing before) so this'll be our second tale depo and the SCP draft will be on the main one.
FEBRUARY 2020 - TALE ONE
The remains of Area-02 were a smoldering mess. Misshapen chunks of metal filled the floor, smoke billowing from every hole and crevice. Screams echoed down the halls.
Two men ran through what was once halls, sidestepping fires and twisted, jagged metal. Large holes in the ceiling illuminated the tall, bald man in front brandished a small pistol. He wore a tactical vest covering a muscular frame. Behind him a shaggy scientist followed, brandishing nothing. A once-white lab coat clung to his skinny body.
"I thought I saw troops coming in!" The skinny scientist exclaimed.
"Keep moving, don’t stop! We need to get to the extraction zone now!" The tall agent shouted.
They scurried over piles of debris, wiping smoke and ash from their eyes.
"I can see a helicopter- they're soldiers- I think- they're coming to get us!" The man with the lab-coat grinned and threw his arms up in celebration.
They both turned around and watched the incoming brigade. The tall one’s eyes squinted as he looked closer, before opening them wide with realization.
“Those aren’t Foundation troops."
Each helicopter flew by with a blue star on its side as more and more GOC soldiers jumped out and onto the chaotic mess that Area-02 had become.
"God- damn it! Run, now!" The tall one shouted, sprinting away.
"What are they doing here!? I thought this was a Chaos Insurgency raid!"
"Hide!" The tall one commanded, grabbing his companion by the scruff of his coat. They ducked behind a large burnt table and watched as a troop of seven soldiers, all with the CI’s red dot, ran from a gigantic heart pursuing them on spider legs that jutted out from its sides. A disembodied voice followed it around, calmly spouting a stream of words as it attacked.
"The understanding of death and love is a nuisance to the rebirth of unjust cruelty and violence to all who cease to find the love of holiness and the hate of those below."
With that, its spiked tentacles grabbed two soldiers and crushed them to a bloody pulp.
"We only understand the truth of untruths when we fear the hungering jaws of salvation."
It ran along, chasing the rest of the soldiers. The two Foundation men got up and kept running. They turned down hallways until a finely-dressed men stepped out of the shadows, holding an automatic rifle trained on the two.
"Marshall, Carter and Dark would like to apologize for the manner in which I will have to kill you tod-"
With a deafening bang, the man with the tactical vest shot the business man in the head. The man slumped onto the ground, and the soldier continued walking forward. He glanced around the corner and continued running.
"Why the hell is MC&D here?!" The skinny one shouted.
"It doesn’t matter, we’re almost there!" The tall one shouted as he kicked down a door into a large room. He ran through but stopped as a vibration began to fill the air, growing stronger and louder.
Suddenly the wall to their right collapsed and a large group of bionically-augmented soldiers marched in. Gears and wires showed behind scraps of torn skin, and oil seeped from bullet holes. They surrounded the two, their built-in guns pointed at them from all angles.
"The Church! What the fuck is happening?!" The skinny one cried.
"I-I don't know!" He threw his hands up, watching the strange things circle them, built-in guns raised.
They both closed their eyes, waiting for a bullet to turn everything black. But it didn’t come. The rumbling hadn’t stopped. It wasn’t coming from the super-soldiers breaking down walls.
An unearthly, hideous, monstrous nightmare of a roar filled the air and pierced all ear drums.
The cyborgs ran at the sound, breaking through another wall at a breakneck speed. The room was suddenly full of stillness, as if the war around them had completely stopped.
"What just happened?" The scientist asked, his voice quivering.
"C-Containment Wing 3A didn't seal- it didn't seal- the nukes- they-they didn’t go off-" The other man muttered, eyes wide open in horror.
"What?!"
The soldier mumbles again, "I don't- 682- it's-" The doctor recoils. "682 is free? I- fuck- William, what the hell are we supposed to do?"
The soldier looks up, eyes wide with fear. "
Ten O5s sat around the table.
They wore somber faces and expressions of mistrust; there was a suspected traitor among them. "Let us toast O5-1. He served the Foundation for many years, and we are forever in his debt." O5-12 spoke, holding a glass of cognac.
They all drank, and after finishing their glasses, Eight was the first to speak. "Well- we're fucked."
Seven smiled. "Yes, that attitude will win us the war."
"We've lost- no way out of this. GOC just fucking took Site-19, and then we have MC&D destroying our Italian Sites, and then we have the Serpent's Hand and the Chaos Insurgency just being a nuisance."
"And the Church of The Broken God." Eleven spoke.
"Yeah, them too!" Eight added. "How are we going to fight off all these threats? Are we going to whip out some secret weapon that'll fix everything, are we going to use Yellowstone? What plan do we have?"
Eight looked defiantly at the rest of the O5s. No one answered for a while.
"Let's look at what these groups want. What do they want?" Four leaned back, contemplating his empty glass.
"To destroy the Foundation." The voice came from a grandmotherly looking woman near the head of the table.
"And what's a way to stop this useless bloodshed?" Four asked the table.
Five snorted. "Fuck no. We're not dissolving the Foundation. We'd have to let our anomalies—especially the humanoid ones—go into GOC custody. And then we'd all be killed because we're the enemies. Hell, Thirteen and One were executed, and you want us to surrender?"
Four shrugged. "It's ten lives to hundreds of thousands of lives. This… is for the greater good."
"Much different from dissolving the Foundation. Seven- you agree, right?" Five asked.
Seven looked back at Five, her face drawn into a calculating look. After a moment, she spoke quietly. "There is a case to be made… for surrendering…"
Five slammed his hands down on the table. "God- no, we're doing a vote. No fucking way we're giving up all of our assets, our power, our positions, for a war we can win. All those in favor of dissolving the Foundation?"
Eight, Two, Four, and Seven raised their hands. The defeated looks on their faces was prominent, and Five had difficulty concealing his smile as he said, "All those in favor of not dissolving the Foundation?"
The rest of the O5s raised their hands, and suddenly, Four stood. "When the house of cards comes down, it'll be on your head, Five."
He left the room, coat flapping around his ankles. There were a few moments of silence, and then Two spoke in a quiet voice. "Well- let's go and try to save the Foundation."
ONE YEAR AGO
"Well- everyone in attendance, then? Except for-"
"Four. He told me he was in Toronto, he should be here in a few minutes." O5-9 spoke, her odd necklace gleaming in the white light. A heavy wooden staff was next to her. O5-1 nodded. "Good, good."
Five shrugged. "So, four Sites destroyed in two weeks. Two of them were our most important on the West Coast. We're still pulling out survivors from Site-47- but things don't look pretty. What the hell is that ball?"
One hesitated, but Four spoke first. "New SCP, probably Keter, I'd say. Six, how are attempts to contain it?" Four's eyes flashed to Six.
"Not good. We tried to lure it with a D-Class- just ignored us. We tried to trap it into a box, but it phased through, just-" he made an hand motion, "went right through. Right through six inches of pure steel." His face was full of disgust and disappointment.
"Well, where did it originate, then?"
This time, Five spoke. " 'Round the west coast, my intelligence says somewhere in north Washington or Canada."
"Any Sites up there?"
"Just Site-01."
Four frowned "I thought we didn't keep skips in that Site? It's supposed to be an O5 meeting place- speaking of, why the hell aren't we there, again?"
"Too much risk that that damned ball would destroy it. We have a lot of classified documents there."
Silence enveloped the table. Then-
"Well, this isn't that bad. 682 destroyed fourteen sites before we caught it. This doesn't seem too bad." Seven smiled, her teeth gleaming. "The Foundation is everlasting, after all. It'd be mildly unfortunate for us to fall for something as trivial as this."
They nodded.
"Well," One said briskly as he stood up. "Good meeting everyone. We'll meet on the ScpNet platform in two weeks time. I want this issue to be resolved, now."
He left, and the rest followed.
FEBRUARY TALE 2020 DRAFT 2
William Bose was not having a good day.
A spray of bullets hurtled over his head and he recoiled further down behind the metal sheet that was serving as his shield. He stuck a hand out and squeezed off four shots, and was rewarded with the dull thunk of something hitting the ground.
The footsteps stopped, and William peeked over. A doctor in a white lab coat was in the clutches of several black-clothed men. An odd red insignia was embedded into their clothes, and they looked at the doctor impassively.
"Kill him. Then we look for Bose." William flinched as the man raised the gun to the doctor's head. Quickly, he raised the gun and shot the the man holding the gun. He dropped- but the other three turned and raised their guns in unison.
He dived beneath the metal sheet and scrambled down the white-tiled hallway. He raised his gun and shot out the lights, then the security camera. William dove into an office, scrambled under the desk, and waited.
He heard voices after a few seconds, and then footsteps growing louder. The office door swung open, and the footsteps stopped. William held his breath, but surely the man could hear his heart beating in his throat.
A cupboard opened, then there were more footsteps as the soldier advanced towards the desk. Suddenly, William rushed out of the cramped hiding space, turned, and swung the barrel of the gun into the soldier's head.
The man fell, but William was quick to catch him. He stuffed him into a corner and looked out into the hallway. A few other office doors were open. William glanced down at the black uniform and its sleek helmet, and sighed.
"Did you find Bose?"
"No, sir. He may have exited in the air ducts, or he may have kept on running-"
"I saw him go into this hallway. He's around here, somewhere…" The leader glanced around and muttered several swears under his breath. He adjusted his shiny black helmet and nodded. "Right- we'll continue searching down the hallway. I want the guys in the security office on the phone- we need Bose."
They trooped off.
In the adjacent hallway, the leader spoke. "Alright, search quickly. If Bose gets out and doesn't give us the codes, then we're fucked."
They nodded, and William Bose smiled under his helmet as he ran to an office and pretended to check inside it. As long as he didn't speak, then he should be fine under cover. If he could somehow slip away…
He stepped out of the office and shook his head. The leader cursed wildly. "Fuck! We need that damned flash drive- now-" The wall behind him collapsed, and a large bright red heart with several appendages protruding from it stood. There was a moment of silence, and then William ran.
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