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I will use listpages
The plot progresses in the order of the tabs.
- SCP-5000
- Y. Golden Tooth investigation log - 1
- SCP-5000-c
- SCP-5000-d
- the second SCP-5000
- The heart
- horizon initiative
- 05 Tale
- Y. Golden Tooth investigation log - 2
- Jerusalem
- the third SCP-5000
- a warrior of self spite
- Y. golden tooth and david
- שמע ישראל
Item #: SCP-5000
Object Class: כתר
Special containment procedures: SCP-5000 was tied in chains, suspended in the air in an unlabeled humanoid containment cell on the seventh floor of site 9 containment block 3.
Site 9 is not containment capable, it consists of 1 building 5 floors tall.
Description: SCP-5000 was humanity bearing seven broken wings on its back.
SCP-5000 had straight stiff legs and it was made entirely of thin dimmed damned light and dirt.
"SCP-5000" lacks any evidence of existence except for this document which has been deemed unreliable. It is unknown how SCP-5000-a logged this document. This document has proven impossible to delete, all additions made the document will be deleted after addition if they contradict the original sections, this applies to censor as well, additionally any new sections are deleted after addition. No code in the database is the cause of this.
Discovery: SCP-5000 was revealed to me at the end of its journey. It did not have a number so I am adding it here, spreading knowledge of the truth so that more may choose light, more may be freed and be loved in the new age. The king stands in the field, but the foundation builds a site around him and keeps it secret, are the High Council alone worthy of redemption? is salvation not humanity's true destiny? Tell me please, I am so close, so close to seeing 5000 again, so close to heaven.
SCP-5000-a's awareness of the existence of the Overseer Council is a level 4 breach of secrecy and constitutes its investigation. Agent Y. Golden Tooth is tasked with the investigation and containment of SCP-5000-a.
Report transcript Compilation
Agent Y. Golden Tooth updates on his investigations via phonecall.
Call #1 - Audio Transcript
Hello? Richard? I am very much blessed thank you, how about you?
Good to hear, so this call isn't just chitchat, it's my first report on scip-5000-a.
I am currently on my way over to site nine to take a quick look, I'll report again after that.
We had this conversation already, I work fast and I am not going to send a God-damn "Email".
Call #2 - Audio Transcript
Hello, I am calling to report my findings on my investigation.
So I found a paper written by scip-5000-a, that guy's full of shit, I will text it to you in a sec.
Agent Y. Golden Tooth is silent for a few seconds.
Wait a second I think I found something…
Another short silence.
I just found a staircase that leads to the seventh floor; call my team in, whoever's free.
S-M-S Message from Agent Y. Golden Tooth:
Graphology analysis was unsuccessful in identifying the author
Item #: SCP-5000-c
Object Class: Decommissioned / Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: If SCP-5000-c manifests again; the surrounding area is to be cleared and access restricted. In the occasion that SCP-5000 is re-contained, the use of SCP-5000-c as a containment chamber is advised.
Description: SCP-5000-c is currently inaccessible, it is a spatial anomaly, its entrance resembles a normal flight of stairs in research site 9.
The anomaly itself manifests when a person attempts to climb the stairs to levels that don't exist in the building, namely; levels 6 and 7. while the door to level 6 leads to the roof1, the seventh level consists of a corridor of indeterminate length that terminates in a room.
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Exploration Team: MTF Gevurah-5 "Yitzhak's Team"
Subject: SCP-5000-c
Team Lead: G5-0 Agent Y. Golden Tooth
Team Members: G5-1 Shmuel (Gevura-5 second in command), G5-2 Rivka, G5-3 Menahem.
[BEGIN LOG - 11/2/2019 12:54 ]
G5-1 Shmuel: OK, check! Check! Is everyone's gear OK? is mine?… yeah it's on.
G5-2 Rivka: Check! Check! Yep mine's on two.
G5-0 IS SEEN IN G5-1'S CAMERA GIVING HIS CAMERA BACK TO A DISPATCH TEAM MEMBER.
G5-0 Lead: I am not wearing that!
G5-3 Menahem: Check! Check! If it's the green light blinking it means it's good right? Oh good.
G5-0 Lead:CLAPS HIS HANDS Give me eyes people! If this is going to be anything like what I think; we can do it in under one hour! Then go for some pizza, how does that sound?
THE TEAM CHEERS
G5-1 Shmuel: OK let's do this.
G5-1 OPENS THE DOOR TO THE 6TH FLOOR, THE REST OF THE TEAM ENTER.
MTF Gevurah-5 CLIMB THE STAIRS WITH NO INTFERANCE AND REACH THE 6TH FLOOR
G5-0 OPENS THE DOOR ON THE 6TH LEVEL AND LEANS OUT OF IT LOOKING AROUND FOR THREE SECONDS BEFORE RECLOSING IT AND CLIMBING UP THE STAIRS
G5-0 Lead: It was just the roof.
CONNECTION WITH ALL MTF GEVURA-5 MEMBERS IS LOST.
G5-1 Shmuel: We lost connection with HQ.
G5-0 Lead: That is to be expected.
G5-2 TRIPS ON THE STAIRS
G5-2 Rivka: The stairs are different sizes.
G5-0 Lead: Take another look, they should be normal.
G5-2 Rivka: yeah it stopped.
MTF GEVURA-5 REACHES THE 7TH FLOOR
G5-1 OPENS THE DOOR TO THE 7TH FLOOR
G5-0 Lead: Thank you, Sam.
G5-1 ENTERS AFTER THE REST OF THE TEAM
MTF GEVURA-5 IS IN A CORRIDOR THAT RESEMBLES AN UNDERGROUND CAVE, THEY TURN ON THEIR FLASHLIGHTS
G5-3 Menahem: How is it so humid here?
G5-0 Lead: Humid? I'm getting dry.
G5-0 Lead: Menahem? can you see a white sign?
G5-3 Menahem: Yes sir, it says "exile".
G5-0 Lead: Nebech! That's what I thought.
G5-2 Rivka: Finally something! I am so bored! Sir, you said this will be quick!
G5-1 Shmuel: what are you talking about?
G5-2 Rivka: We've been walking for forty minutes already.
G5-1 Shmuel: Sync watches!
G5-3 Menahem: Quarter to three.
G5-2 Rivka: Three-thirty.
G5-1 Shmuel: Mine's says quarter to three too.
G5-0 Lead: Your all wrong! It's time to walk!
G5-2 Rivka: i hate walking in water.
G5-3 Menahem: What water?
G5-1 Shmuel: Wait you guys aren't seeing all this water?
G5-0 TURNS AROUND TO FACE G5-1 AND HOLDS HIS HAND
G5-0 Lead: Look around you son, is there really water?
G5-1 Shmuel: Uhm, not now sir.
A DOOR BECOMES VISIBLE IN G5-1'S CAMERA.
MTF GEVURA-5 REACHES THE DOOR, IT IS SIMILAR TO AN OUTDATED KETER CLASS HUMANOID CONTAINMENT CELL DOOR, G5-1 OPENS IT REVEALING A LARGE ROOM.
BEFORE THE TEAM ENTERS G5-1'S CAMERA FOCUSES ON THE FLOOR,
WHICH IS COVERED IN A THICK LAYER OF DUST, IN THE DUST A TRAIL OF FOOTSTEPS IS VISIBLE.
G5-1 Shmuel: Sir I think someone was here before us.
G5-0 Lead: Good! So we're in the right place. What did they do here?
G5-1 Shmuel: Looks like they… walked up to this weird bed and… knelled? yeah, looks like it then turned back and out.
G5-1 ENTERED THE ROOM TO SURVEY THE TRACKS
G5-1 Shmuel: Yeah that is a kneel. They were barefoot and wore a corse fabric.
G5-3 Menahem: It's probably 5000-a, right?
G5-0 Lead: Exactly.
COLLECTIVELY THE FOOTAGE OF THE GATHERED FROM THE CAMERAS AMOUNTS TO THE FOLLOWING DESCRIPTION OF THE ROOM: A 5X5X5 METER ROOM COATED IN A THICK LAYER OF DUST, IN THE CENTER OF THE SPACE IS A MEDICAL BED SUSPENDED IN THE AIR BY 8 METAL CHAINS. EACH CHAIN TERMINATES CLOSE TO A SEPARATE CORNER OF THE ROOM WITH AN SRA.
G5-3 Menahem: I found feathers.
G5-3 PICKS UP A CLUMP OF FEATHERS AND PLACES IT IN A PLASTIC BAG.
G5-2 WALKS OVER TO THE CLOSER RIGHT SIDE CORNER OF THE ROOM AND EXAMINES THE CHAIN
G5-2 Rivka: Sir these are early prototype Scranton reality anchors, they are fully operational, and also in mid-air. This is not right.
G5-0 IS SEEN WIPING OFF THE DUST FROM THE WALL
G5-0 Lead: Oh that's fine, is this marble?
G5-1 WALKS UP TO THE BED
G5-1 Shmuel: I do not like the thought that five thousand isn't here right now.
THE ROOM VANISHES AND MTF GEVURA-5 ARE SEEN 4 METERS ABOVE A BUILDING 370 METERS NORTH OF SITE 9, THEY FALL ON THE ROOF WITH MINIMAL HARM.
[END LOG - 12/3/2019 15:24 ]
Item #: SCP-5000-d
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: All components of SCP-5000-d are stored and preserved in a biologic containment locker.
Description: SCP-5000-d is the designation for 7 white and 1 blue 45cm-35cm long feathers connected to a piece of skin. SCP-5000-d is the sample taken from SCP-5000-c. SCP-5000-d is presumed to be a piece of SCP-5000.
TEST SUBJECT: "skin" sample from SCP-5000-d
Chemical Composition Analysis
PROTOCOL: Chemical Composition Analysis
RESULT: A majority of the attempts to test the sample have resulted in errors and technical faliure. The few proper results have been contradictory; in some tests the matter was proven to consist entirly of Photon particles while in others it appeared to consist of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, silicon, phosphorus and some minor minerals, similar to dust.
TEST SUBJECT: SCP-5000-d
DNA TEST
PROTOCOL: DNA TEST
All DNA tests have concluded with a 100% match to every human DNA sample presented.
All DNA tests have concluded with a 0% match to every nonhuman DNA samples.
TEST SUBJECT: SCP-5000-d
INTERACTION WITH MIRROR
PROTOCOL: A feather is pressed against a mirror to prove if the SCP-5000 document is to be taken at face value; the body should be made of "thin dim damned light", this protocol should prove or disprove it.
RESULT: The feather entered half way into the mirror; the reflection exited at the contact point creating a "bend" that is a maintained when the feather was pulled from the mirror.
Mirror has shown no abnormal activity. "bend" maintains itself indefinably.
Item #: SCP-5000
Object Class: כתר
Special containment procedures: SCP-5000 was tied in chains, suspended in the air in an unlabeled humanoid containment cell on the seventh floor of site 9 containment block 3.
Site 9 is not containment capable, it consists of 1 building 5 floors tall. This containment chamber is currently inaccessible and is designated SCP-5000-c
Description: SCP-5000 was humanity bearing seven broken wings on its back.
SCP-5000 had straight stiff legs and it was made entirely of thin dimmed damned light and dirt.
"SCP-5000" lacks any evidence of existence except for this document which has been deemed unreliable. The hidden "ity" in the original document along with the results of the tests run on SCP-5000-d, lead to the suspicion that SCP-5000 is a metaphysical manifestatioמ representing the human race as a whole. It is unknown how SCP-5000-a logged this document. This document has proven impossible to delete, all additions made the document will be deleted after addition if they contradict the original sections, this applies to censor as well, additionally any new sections are deleted after addition. No code is the cause of this.
Discovery: SCP-5000 was revealed to me at the end of its journey. It did not have a number so I am adding it here, spreading knowledge of the truth so that more may choose light, more may be freed and be loved in the new age. The king stands in the field, but the foundation builds a site around him and keeps it secret, are the High Council alone worthy of redemption? is salvation not humanity's true destiny? Tell me please, I am so close, so close to seeing 5000 again, so close to heaven.
SCP-5000-a's awareness of the existence of the Overseer Council is a level 4 breach of secrecy and constitutes its investigation. Agent Y. Golden Tooth is tasked with the investigation and containment of SCP-5000-a.
A heart
On a cold winter morning In Paudex Switzerland in a courtyard in front of Marc A. Hayek's office. Leo was taking a smoke break, he always felt a little stressed indoors and he liked the patio. he also liked spying on Mr. Hayek in his breaks, this is his second morning-smoke.
He leaned on his small tree like he always did, his metal arm scratching the naked tree bark, and listened to the goings-on in Mr. Hayek's office.
Mr. Hayek dismissed his secretary and asked her to leave him with his guest. He had visitors in his office very often and Leo always liked to listen to foreigners talk with Mr. Hayek, today though his visitor was a little strange. he wore a coat indoors and a dark hat and he spoke very little before leaving.
Leo saw the strange visitor shake Mr. Hayek's hand and greet him with a smile. Leo couldn't pick up on any accent, Mr. Hayek sat down as the man produced a wrapped box from his coat. Mr. Hayek jumped in surprise and excitement thanking the man.
Leo rarely saw Mr. Hayek so excited but it did happen on occasion. Leo perked up his bronze ear, an implant he had for over seven years replaced his left ear with a superior mechanism of gears and tubes.
"Oh don't mention it" he heard the man in the coat say as he left the room.
"Ich meine nicht zu" Mr. Hayek said to himself as he opened the box.
Leo almost caused a fire in the building; his cigarette fell from his mouth to the floor when his jaw dropped in awe. In the box was the heart of MEKHANE.
Leo couldn't breathe for a minute from the shock. he left the courtyard and straight back home, Crushing the cigarette bud as he went.
A meeting
On a cold winter evening In Paudex Switzerland in the back room of a bar; a crowd of cogwork orthodox adherents is arguing around a table.
Gabriel, the bar owner in his fifties bangs on the table, almost tipping over the replica of the Antikythera mechanism on it. "listen up! if you lot keep yapping like this for one more second I will throw you out the second-floor window!"
The room is silent except for the constant ticking and whirring noises some of the people present made.
"Aright! good! now for why we're all here…" Mr. Gabriel signaled to his nephew to come to him.
Leo came to the head of the table and stood next to Gabriel, "Leo here has something to say, so listen!"
Leo fidgets and crumples a cigarette between his metal fingers. "I..I…I d-t-S-Saw" he stammers, Gabriel gives him a new cigarette and lights it, "come on Leo, deep breath."
Leo takes a minute burning through the whole cigarette before recomposing.
"I saw the heart of MEKHANE".
The room filled with voices again.
Gabriel almost broke the table this time: "What did I say?"
His threats were less effective this time as whispers ran rampant in the room.
"Where?", "Bullshit!", "and I saw rocky 2!", "No seriously where?" the crowd shouted at Leo.
"In Mr. Hayek's office".
Mrs. Anna, Mr. Hayek's secretary who happened to be there "how do you know? I've been there all week and saw nothing!"
"I—it, it was small, a-a-and that man with the dark coat b-brought it to Mr. Hayek this morning." Leo doesn't cope with confrontation well.
"what man?" she asked back.
"Gabriel! did you call this meeting just to disgrace our lord's name? and involve our honorable Hayek? Do you think this is funny?" asked old Liam.
"He would never!" yelled Reverend Samuel, his voice accompanied by a loud buzz.
"Is this true Leo?" the reverend asked, the whole room looked to Leo hungry for an answer.
Leo nods.
"Shit!"
A theft
On a cold winter's midnight frost In Paudex Switzerland in Marc A. Hayek's office, Mrs. Anna is sneaking around. Security is scarce and she knows all the night guards well.
Anna sifts through Hayek's office looking for his cabinet, she sits at his desk and listens.
She hears a fast quiet humming noise beating in the north wall. following the sound, Anna looks for a hidden door and finds it in a rather obvious bookshelf. The door clicked open, revealing a room filled with artifacts of surgery and worship. and in a brown wooden box lined with silk a small seven chamber heart is beating. Anna was never seen in Switzerland again.
"you were right! it was nobody, I have it! Tell Bumaro now, I am coming" she hangs up and disappears into the darkness.
The wolves are coming
It's a cold night in the endless plains of mother Australia, the winds are howling. A holy beacon is stemming from Reverend Jack's son. He alerted the Initiative as soon as he saw his son's glow.
In the stroke of midnight, Jack heard a heavy knock. Seven holy bloodthirsty wolves were at the door.
Jack looks through the window in the kitchen and sees the men at his door, he opens it.
"Reverend Jack?" the closest to the door asks.
"That's right mate! Please please come in."
"We have no time Reverend, we will take the son and our leave."
A dread befell the young father. "But, so soon?"
''We haven't the time to spare Reverend, the thirty-six tend to disappear as soon as found"
A tall man in black robes and black glasses towered over Jack. "Bring forth the child".
Jack disappeared into the bedroom and exited with a small blanket wrapped around his son. Through the folds of the blanket, a heavenly light shines and fills the room with strands of blessing.
Reverend Jack held his child for the last time and sobbed "I'm so so sorry son"
"Where is the mother reverend? So that she may too bid her farewell" the leader of the group asked as he took the child from his father.
"His mother burns all around us" Jack could hardly wipe his tears away.
The group exchanged concerned looks, "Jack. What happened to the mother?"
"I am his father, and his mother is holy Australia."
As they left the hurting father could hear his son crying in the night. A silent helicopter made haste to the Vatican, where all the rest are waiting.
The child of a goddess and her priest was born for a purpose. he shares that purpose with his bedridden fellows that were as of late in the clutches of the blasphemers. they wait for him where he's headed now.
A murder
The dim fluorescent light reflects in a small blackbird pin in his suit, it shines with every other step the man takes.
He's almost three kilometers underground and only his footsteps disrupt the silence in the long hallway.
He hasn't done this kind of thing a while now, but he doesn't mind, it's part of the job.
Her office is around the corner, he loosens his tie a little as he walks.
The light pours on him and into the corridor as he opens the door, a thick cloud of smoke that gathered in the ceiling spills out from the door.
The woman in the room finished a phone call "It's in place, and David is safe for now." She hangs up and glances at the man "well isn't this a surprise! how may I help you?".
The man sits down in front of her desk. "Always a pleasure dear, and yes you may help me. This has bothered me for a while, do you know whatever happened to five thousand?"
The woman raises a brow "how do you remember that?"
"If memory serves me well, and you damn better hope it doesn't. It's your job to make sure no one remembered five thousand."
she walked over to the door to show him out, she noticed his lack of gloves and his loosened tie.
"There is no five thousand! That number has been a destroyed safe class scip for decades, now if you don't mind I have a job to do."
"That's funny; if you say it's safe then why is there an investigation happening right now? could it be that you let it slip?"
"I erased the entire narrative concept from the face of the earth forty years ago! There is no way it came back."
"well it's back, and its god blessed fucking influence is kicking every religious scip to overdrive! what do you think is causing all the commotion in every GOI we keep tabs on?"
The man stood up, burying his hat in the smoke on the ceiling. "One sent me here," he started walking towards her, "he ordered me to make sure this kind of thing won't happen again".
She is all too familiar with terror, but this felt somewhat nostalgic, she didn't fear for her life in quite a while.
"But One ordered me to let it—*" she couldn't finish her sentence. The door locked and the light flickered, the man stood over her with a smile that can win any heart in seconds. The smoke that gathered under the ceiling parted and split in two over them.
Terror ceased as her mind gave way to darkness and her soul passed on to a land of midnight and rain.
His hand stayed in place holding her heart, keeping it beating as her body hit the floor.
He dismantles the fail-safe precautions added to the heart and lays it in the bin behind the desk. A familiar thought appears in his mind. "I'm cleaning up something much dirtier than blood aren't I?"
Report transcript Compilation
Agent Y. Golden Tooth updates on his investigations via phonecall.
Call #59 - Audio Transcript
Hello. Now now, you know what happens when you talk to me like that Rich.
Good, yes I know, breach of secrecy yes yes, and the broken god idiots are at it again? Just send Someone in to deal with them. An undercover MTF can easily handle it. The thirty-six are going to be fine I tell you.
No, Rich, I believe this is somebody else's fault entirely, that's why I'm tracking him down.
Well if it isn't your's then it's the council's damn problem Rich, If Nobody is walking around spilling secrets then we have no way of stopping him.
Yes, of course I can, no I won't, there's a limit Richard.
I suspect that all the recent Groups of Interest's overactivity is connected to five thousand.
Something is coming Rich, and it's coming from the sky in a firey carriage.
Call #60 - Audio Transcript
Hello, Update on the scip-5000-a investigation.
I've looked at the new addendum scip-5000-a added to the document and thanks to voice recognition software, I found him.
This whole investigation will be over soon so I will make it as quick as possible.
Take a look at Jerusalem, the mist is falling on it and we won't be able to access that area at all when it settles. The people know something is happening.
Jerusalem 30 Jul 2021 22:19 Event Memo
DATE: 30 Jul 2021 22:19
NOTE: Religious POI active in native communities have warned the populace of the old city againts this event in advance. This resulted in the evacuation of 42% of local residants before the event, the remaining 58% are missing and presumed dead.
[BEGIN LOG]
06:39: The old city area experiences a blackout.
07:39: The old city levitates 2 kilometers above its initial position.
08:39: The neighborhood of Crown Heights, Brooklyn disappears from its location and reappears in an unpopulated area 1 kilometer north to Jerusalem.
09:39: 24,000 aetherial humanoid entities appear beneath the old city and pull it down back to its former location and disappear.
10:39: A fire burns the whole of the old city for 55 minutes before disappearing, leaving the area unharmed.
11:39: All structures in the old city fluctuate in size and visibility for 30 minutes before disappearing entirely.
12:39 All sound waves in a radius of 2 kilometers around the old city cease for 45 minutes.
13:39: For 20 minutes, any human that viewed the old city became blind.
14:39: A mist gathers around the area blocking any outside viewing of the old city, entry has proven impossible as a barrier is present 3 meters into the mist from every direction. Sounds of construction can be heard emanating from within the mist.
15:39: there exists no log or record and all humans present have no recollection of what transpired between 15:39 and 16:39.
16:39 The entirety of Jerusalem experiences an M 4 earthquake.
17:39: All forms of communication with field operatives have been cut.
[LOG LEFT OPEN FOR FURTHER INFORMATION]
Item #: SCP-5000
Object Class: כתר מלכות
Special containment procedures: SCP-5000 was tied in chains, suspended in the air in an unlabeled humanoid containment cell on the seventh floor of site 9 containment block 3.
Site 9 is not containment capable, it consists of 1 building 5 floors tall. This containment chamber is currently inaccessible and is designated SCP-5000-c.
Description: SCP-5000 was humanity bearing seven broken wings on its back.
SCP-5000 had straight stiff legs and it was made entirely of thin dimmed damned light and dirt.
The hidden "ity" in the original document along with the results of the tests run on SCP-5000-d, lead to the suspicion that SCP-5000 is a metaphysical manifestatioמ representing the human race as a whole. It is unknown how SCP-5000-a logged this document. This document has proven impossible to delete, all additions made the document will be deleted after addition if they contradict the original sections, this applies to censor as well, additionally any new sections are deleted after addition. No code is the cause of this
Discovery: SCP-5000 was revealed to me at the end of its journey. It did not have a number so I am adding it here, spreading knowledge of the truth so that more may choose light, more may be freed and be loved in the new age. The king stands in the field, but the foundation builds a site around him and keeps it secret, are the High Council alone worthy of redemption? is salvation not humanity's true destiny? Tell me please, I am so close, so close to seeing 5000 again, so close to heaven.
SCP-5000-a's awareness of the existence of the Overseer Council is a level 4 breach of secrecy and constitutes its investigation. Agent Y. Golden Tooth is tasked with the investigation and containment of SCP-5000-a.
The first and last addendum:
This event is to be prevented at all costs. SCP-5000-a is to be contained. all related GOI activity is to be compromised by force.
Dissonance.
A call between Dr. Clef and Agent Y. Golden Tooth - Audio Transcript
Dr. Clef: What's up Gold?
Agent Y. Golden Tooth: You know, same old same old. You rarely call, to what do I owe the pleasure?
Dr. Clef: It's that investigation you're running, the five thousand investigation.
Agent Y. Golden Tooth: What of it?
Dr. Clef: I took a look and it seems way too fucking familiar.
Agent Y. Golden Tooth: You know I don't like that kind of language Clef.
Dr. Clef: Whatever, Did you hear the scip talking?
Agent Y. Golden Tooth: No, Clef don't tell me you have information and you haven't told me
Dr. Clef: I don't really have information. It just reminded me of some shit.
Agent Y. Golden Tooth: I would appreciate it if you elaborated Clef.
Dr. Clef: Nevermind, I'll figure it out myself.
Agent Y. Golden Tooth: No! No! No! Clef don't…
Dr. Clef hangs up.
Dr. Alto Clef is standing in a field, he sets his phone down in a compartment in his motorcycle.
He walks away from the dirt road until he can't see the motorcycle anymore.
He cracks his neck and stretches for a second. He falls to his knees and starts crying, and he keeps crying for thirty minutes before he stands up holding SCP-5000-d yelling into the twilight sky;
"אני מהלך במדבר שממה ומחפש את בת המלך, ולא מצאתיה, הסר נא רעלתך מעל פניך שר אנוש"
A figure made of light and dirt appears standing in the field, on its back seven broken wings.
"I knew it was fucking you."
The figure does not move nor speak.
"Humanity doesn't need you bitch! You're just messing everything up, you can either fuck off or I will banish you the fuck off."
Clef unsheathes a sword with an SRA embedded into its hilt and runs up to the figure.
The figure does not move nor speak.
Clef runs up to the figure and swings the sword to slash at the figure's face. A flash of holy light blinds Clef for a short moment, a stream of blood gushes from his face.
"Fuck you!" Clef grabs at the figure's chest, he lifts the giant in the air "What the fuck is with all the whispers?"
The figure speaks, but not with its mouth, instead it's Clef's lips that give way to words.
"You know of a piece of you that is too dangerous to let loose. You hush it with harsh thoughts, explosions, and distractions. so do I"
Clef clenches tighter his hold on the figure's neck "Don't use my fucking mouth asshole!"
"Clef, we both know what kind of hell Francis may bring upon us. Those voices you hear are your doing, my voices will inevitably whisper in your head as well."
"You don't know me, bitch!" Clef slides the sword deep into the figure's stomach, but again it is his flesh that he pierces. He falls to the ground, and as he falls he trips his foe into falling first.
"What do you want? Death? Normalcy? Salvation? You suck all the dicks on the planet!"
Clef is on his knees again, hunched over the figure, his blood spilling onto it.
It speaks again, this time only in Clef's mind. "You are our champion in every battle Clef, you are our most faithful soldier, and you are the key to our demise. In this twilight between salvation and damnation I want nothing but answers, just as you do, we are both blind in the dark"
Clef bashes the figure's face into the ground with his open palm trying to stop it from talking. "You're full of shit you know that?"
"Is this fight about you or is it about me?"
The dirtied bloodied figure is no more.
"We have faith in you Clef, We trust you, to keep us safe from the demons in the night, and you too."
Clef cries the sky in half, and his tears rain down, washing his wounds. Soon an ambulance was backing up into the field and it stopped in front of him. Two medics pulled Clef onto a bed, he saw the name tag on one's chest; "Jhon Smith".
Clef snickered in pain "Fake fucking name". Clef lost consciousness and the medic's name changed to "Fillis smith", then he didn't have a name, and by the time Clef was in the hospital, the medic was no more.
Call #61 - Audio Transcript
Agent Y. G. T.: Hello Rich, I am calling one last time before I'm bringing him in.
Richard V.: Be careful sir, you know what he's capable of.
Agent Y. G. T.: Thank you for your concern, Don't you worry, I have this under control.
Richard V.: Sir, are you sure you can take this guy in alone? he's a level three type green.
Agent Y. G. T.: Trust me Rich, David and I go way back, It won't be a problem.
Richard V.: Sir how did you know about Jerusalem?
Agent Y. G. T.:I get around.
Agent Y. Golden Tooth is miked for this conversation.
Y. Golden Tooth: Nice spot.
SCP-5000-a: It feels appropriate, the view is stunning come sunrise.
Y. Golden Tooth: I agree, God certainly put his back into making that mountain range. Do you want a smoke?
SCP-5000-a: Yeah thanks, I really shouldn't but hey; who knows what happens next.
Y. Golden Tooth: You mean you don't?
SCP-5000-a: Nah, I'm just a humble vessel you know.
Y. Golden Tooth: You're speaking my language.
SCP-5000-a:I haven't smoked since last time we talked you know.
Y. Golden Tooth: Impressive!, tell me, Dave. Why did you play dumb writing that document? You know how to document better than that.
SCP-5000-a: Well I had to get your attention somehow, but not get caught right away, and as I said, vessel.
Y. Golden Tooth: So you know absolutely nothing?
SCP-5000-a: Not a clue, I have a feeling it's gonna be awesome.
Y. Golden Tooth: So all that crap about "we will all be freed" is all out of your ass?
SCP-5000-a: Well no, it's a holy duty, prophecy, but I don't know how seriously I should take it.
Y. Golden Tooth: You better hope this is a major CK because you are due a shit ton of Keter duty and all you can eat amnestics back at work.
SCP-5000-a: I know, I am positive this one is going to matter.
Y. Golden Tooth: Faith gets you like that doesn't it?
SCP-5000-a: Certainly does.
Y. Golden Tooth: First light.
SCP-5000-a: It's happening now.
Y. Golden Tooth: So shachris?
SCP-5000-a: Good idea.
the sky it opened, and behind it an endless light
On a cliff surveying a small mountain range, two people were standing still, and together they prayed, for they have sinned, and prayed for redemption and redeemed from within. Soon enough, David is cuffed and Yitzhak is taking him in.
Every true believer knows that there's a reckoning coming, and it's coming from within.
Every religious and otherwise person can feel it in their veins. If humanity lost its way, well it's on its way again. no one talked or even whispered, simply waited for the story to begin.
Jerusalem in love again, she is ready now for tomorrow for her beloved to come back to her again.
All across the globe, MTFs of all colors and sizes are readying to strike.
A wave of holy fire spreads in all directions. The chosen thirty-six finally came to meet and sent a terrible ripple across creation. And changed it a little bit. The age's holy chosen ones now dead, and in their stead, the new age's dawn comes.
In a world too familiar with destruction, a fainted hope is blooming, and the unknowing masses' eyes were opened to a truth undeniable. Beauty and pain were dancing in the streets. wolf and sheep rested together beneath trees. all was peaceful for a moment, all was well. And a gate opened, a window to god's love and will.
A seat at the Council of Overseers was never part of the plan. He has a lot of work on his hands, and what a mess has his predecessor left him, so many cover-ups and so many lies. It's going to be hard to keep straight, but hey, the job's gotta be done. He is in an office that stinks of cigar smoke and blood, three kilometers underground, he doesn't even notice the shift.
In a barn somewhere in texas, ticking and whirring can be heard for miles and miles. excitement has only once ever been this intense, all the pieces are back together, all that's left is the heart. Robert Bumaru can't hold his tears back. From the fog, a silhouette enters the barn, and it comes in through the door of the clockwork holy church. It lifts both hands in prayer, a six-chambered heart lays in the figure's arms, and it buzzes and it hums.
In a deep dark hole, where no one enters and leaves the same, where no one is ever so strictly sane. The quiet sobbing of Dr. Clef echoes in the chamber leading to SCP-231-7's cell. Apologizing, pleading forgiveness, and listening to the little girl, that cries as well behind the metal door.
They're all in place and left no shame.
The sins are forgiven, and a peaceful quiet came.
in the darkest hour before the dawn, all trembled in awe and anticipation.
waiting for the silence to be broken, and give way to the light,
and the dawn came, the silence broken.
they all spoke as one, humankind's prayer broke it.
the sun rose and filled with light, the redemption song ended the longest night.
