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To Forge a Shield


Rain drummed onto Sarah’s fibreglass helmet, the steady beat made it near impossible for her to disregard the hangover that weighed upon her. Three weeks at the Foundation and already she’d learned the sad truth about her deployment to Site-83: It was a dead end. Her time would be better spent trying to squash water or teach calculus to ants than patrolling this barren facility.

She’d heard that the enigmatic SCP Foundation guarded secrets beyond comprehension: Equations that create life, Gods confined to mason jars, people who can manipulate matter with their minds… She thought she might at least see a dinosaur or weird looking sea creature or, well, anything.

But alas, here stood Sarah Shields: ‘Protector of Oblivion’. Which sounds quite impressive, except for the fact that this was the definition of ‘oblivion’ synonymous with ‘nothingness’. 23 days she had worked for the Foundation. In that time she’d met four people. The man who carried out her interview and induction, and the three others who patrolled the empty halls of Site 83. Being hired and paid- well, not paid poorly that’s for sure- to ensure the safety of what? Some cast-iron, titanium and reinforced glass that houses nothing?

So, she spent her nights with Michaels, Chen and Steel, the rest of the security detail at Site-83, getting incomprehensibly drunk. Hence the splitting headache she felt as the sideways rain bounced off her polycarbonate visor.

“Ugh.” She groaned.

“I thought you were supposed to be the young one here, Shields?” teased the terminally cheerful Chen. Chen baffled Sarah in more ways than one. Where on Earth did he come from? His accent seemed to carelessly cross oceans every other word resulting a confounding mess of dialectal vomit pouring out of his mouth. And just how did he manage to maintain his chubby physique while eating so little and parading around in 20kgs of riot gear every day?! Actually, Sarah had just realised the answer as she recalled the troubling volume of beer he’d put away the night before.

Though she didn’t vocalise her thought, it felt to her as though the word “beer” had become caught in her throat. She shuddered and grew pale, moving a hand to her diaphragm in a desperate attempt to quell her sundered stomach.

“Even Michaels is holding up better than you! Well… maybe I wouldn’t go that far.” Chen jeered.

Michaels, who normally towered over both Sarah and Chen trundled along in a freshly adopted diminutive stance. His typically ochre skin bearing a jaundiced, greenish-yellow tinge and his neck seemingly relying on his arms support in keeping his chiselled head from the floor. He whined his way through what Sarah understood to be “Shut it, Chen” though she couldn’t be sure, as his loose jaw struggled to properly form the words.

Chen simply chuckled and carried on with such a bounce in his step it seemed to threaten to propel him through the weeping clouds and straight into heaven should he stray on the far side of careful.

PLAN FROM HERE:
-Where’s Steel anyway?
-They find her staring blankly at a wall, ask if she’s okay
-She acts weird - in reality she has seen the willingly contained reality manipulator but said person has wiped her memory
-Stuff happens
-GOC launch an attack, all of squad killed except Shields who is knocked out
-GOC do some shit while Shields KOd, reality bender trapped by machine
-Shields dunno how to fix, reality bender increases her IQ and gives her knowledge of science n shit
-Shields fixes the issue and saves reality bender
-Stuff happens idk work it out later