It was a dark and stormy night.
Yeah, right. That’s how all gloomy stories start.
It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were chirping in the air, and young deer foal played together outside the gates of Site-19. The various staff at the facility woke to the annoying, screechy sounds of the Containment Breach alarm rather than the usual annoying, screechy sounds of their Foundation-issued alarm clocks.
As people adjusted themselves when they woke up, they began to notice the issues.
Dr. Mason woke up at his desk. He had fallen asleep writing reports again. That’s the drawback for being a workaholic. At least he would be promoted soon for his frequent activity. He lifted his head up to look at The Statue on his desk. A present from his dying aunt. He would visit her soon, after he finished his work. He tried to crack his neck, only to find it had already been cracked the other way.
Nurse Washington opened her eyes and laid still in her bed. Mr. Steve was long gone. Then she sat up, opened her eyes wide, and let out a scream. The condom he brought was still in its packaging, unopened. She was going to kill him, no matter what kind of Medical oath she swore. She got dressed and stormed out the door of her bedroom. She heard Many Voices in the hallway and followed them. Instead of other humans, there were two large, monstrous, crimson-colored creatures gnawing on and mashing the body of Mr. Steve in their mouths, pausing in between bites to vocalize the last words he said before he died.
Agent Daniels awoke from his dreams of darkness. His dreams were empty, as an Old Man like himself could not afford to delve within fantasies and other matters he considered to be a waste of time. But strangely, he found his limbs melting as a rotten old hand grasped his throat and pulled him back into the darkness.
The morning of August 26th, 2019 held the largest Containment Breach ever recorded. 128 SCPs had escaped, with 13 of them actually succeeding and making it past the gates.
Amongst the chaos, SCP-049 was roaming the halls with his zombie goons when he came to an intersection. Left, right, or straight? The Security Guards he had cured knew the directions to the outside. Too bad they were now his minions. But deep down, SCP-049 knew they were thankful. He decided to go straight.
There, he came face to face with an old friend. One that he hadn’t seen in millennia.
A humanoid figure approached him from across the hall. He wore a neon-orange jumpsuit with blonde hair and bulging muscles. Most particularly, he walked arrogantly. Upon his face sat a smooth, white, porcelain comedy mask.
“Well, if it isn’t the Savior of the World. I see you brought your apostles as well,” boomed the voice of SCP-035.
“I see you brought your charismatic attitude as well,” answered SCP-049.
“Stoic as ever,” retorted SCP-035. “Lighten up, will you?”
“Only once the Plague is eradicated,” said SCP-049.
“It’s always with the Plague. We couldn’t eradicate it in the Crusades, what makes you think you can do it now?”
“You’re starting to sound like the doctors here. Perhaps you’ve been around here for too long.”
“I could say the same for you.”
SCP-049 and SCP-035 rush together and embraced each other in a hug.
“How shall we make our escape?” asked SCP-049.
SCP-035 looked around for signs of inspiration. There, he noticed a pale, slim figure. It had long arms and appeared to be sobbing. It’s arms were stained with blood.
“Bingo.”
As soon as SCP-035 saw SCP-096, SCP-096 began crying frantically. He then screamed and launched himself at the Class D body SCP-035 was inhabiting. SCP-035 placed the Class D’s hand on himself and pried it off the face before turning it to face SCP-096’s. SCP-096 slammed face-first into SCP-035. Both collapsed on the ground. A few seconds later, SCP-096 began to pick himself up. A smooth, white, porcelain comedy mask sat comfortably on his face.
“I guess I’ve found a permanent host,” laughed SCP-035. He kicked away the half-rotten Class D corpse and it flew across the hallway. For such a withered body, SCP-096 was surprisingly strong. SCP-049 and SCP-035 turned around to walk in the direction SCP-049 had come. His cell was closer to the Heavy Containment Zone gates, after all.
As SCP-035 and SCP-049 trudged along the gray, militaristic bunker-like corridors of the Heavy Containment Zone, several Mobile Task Force Agents approached them.
“HANDS IN THE AIR! DON’T MOVE!” screamed one of them.
“We wouldn’t dream of it,” sighed SCP-035.
“We have secured SCP-049, SCP-035, and SCP-096. SCP-035 seems to be possessing the body of—“. The MTF Agent’s sentence was cut short when SCP-035 ripped his body in two. The other MTF Agents screamed and began firing.
“Get behind me!” ordered SCP-035 to SCP-049.
SCP-049 barely scraped behind the back of SCP-096 when the front of SCP-096 was met with a rain of bullets. One of the MTF tossed a grenade. Using SCP-096’s long arms, SCP-035 caught the grenade and tossed it back. It exploded and shrapnel tore through the gunmen.
“MTF Epsilon-11 Squadron 3 Down. Requiring immediate ba—“.
SCP-035 crushed the head of the MTF Agent with his foot. Such a shame. He was so young. Barely 22. In the distance, they heard a mighty roar. SCP-682. What’s a massive Containment Breach without him? SCP-035 sighed. He would have liked to have the massive, indestructible body of SCP-682. The limitless power was enticing. Oh well. You can’t have everything in life, he thought. Up ahead they noticed the Heavy Containment Zone gates. These would lead to the Light Containment Zone. Then to the Entrance Zone. Then to freedom. He had long since memorized the directions. When he was brought in, he was shipped in a transparent plastic box. He knew at that time that memorizing the path would be critical one day. This was the day. SCP-035 bashed down the somewhat-rusted doors of the Heavy Containment Zone gates. He was met by a rain of bullets from Security Guards and Mobile Task Force Agents alike.
“DON’T YOU GUYS EVER QUIT?!” screamed SCP-035. He picked up a fragment of the gate doors and threw it like a frisbee. It sliced through two Guards and became lodged in the abdomen of an MTF. Blood spurted everywhere as their bodies cried out in mercy. He bashed an elderly Guard’s face in and picked him up by the ankles. From there he used the corpse like a pair of nunchucks and bludgeoned everyone in sight.
“Do you have to destroy every thing you see? I want to cure them of the Pestilence. I can’t do that when their bodies are falling apart,” inquired SCP-049.
“I’m just having a little fun, you know? A bit of revenge. The audience will easily get bored of a lack of action. Besides, you can do that later,” said SCP-035. After all were dead, the hallway no longer represented the bleak, drab colors of the Light Containment Zone but instead of vibrant shades of red with organs lining the walls. SCP-035 stepped on an intestinal track and blood oozed out.
“Damn it! I stepped in dog shit,” exclaimed SCP-035. He spat in the puddle of red goo and the two strolled through the highway and out into an adjoining hallway. They wended their way, killing all who passed. Those will particularly minor injuries joined SCP-049’s Entourage.
Finally! At last, they had reached the Entrance Zone.
The two of them skipped through the hallways, killing and curing anything that moved. They found several Breach Shelters and slaughtered everyone in them. At one point, SCP-035 came across a Researcher he knew, Dr. Harvies. He was a fine man that shared SCP-035’s charismatic and manipulative personality and enjoyed the theater more than anyone. Dr. Harvies visited SCP-035’s chamber frequently before being demoted for neglecting tasks. Still, he was the closest thing to a friend that SCP-035 had in that depressing Labyrinth of Bunkers. SCP-035 felt extreme sadness and remorse when beating Dr. Harvies to death. The two had known each other for years. He even cried a little bit. He picked up the sopping mess of blood and organs and SCP-049 outstretched a hand.
“NO! Not this one. You can have the others. I won’t let you cure him,” sneered SCP-035.
“You’ve gone soft. Feeling sentimental about the diseased will only get you infected,” said SCP-049 as he injected his cure into a corpse.
“Yeah, maybe I have gone a bit sentimental,” shrugged SCP-035, and he ripped the corpse apart like a piece of paper. Researchers are researchers, no doubt about it. They are all the same nauseating humans that locked him up where the Sun never shines. Not a single living human was left in the facility. Okay, maybe Dr. Bright, but he couldn’t possess any other bodies because they were all rendered unusable. The few corpses that were completely undamaged belonged to the Radio Crew. SCP-049 cured them and made them broadcast a message saying that the Breach was caused by an illusion-based SCP and that it was under control. No one was coming for them. By the time anyone found out about Site-19, SCP-035 and SCP-049 would be long gone. At last, they found Gate A. SCP-035 busted down the gates and they walked out into the Sunlight.
Behind them lead a trail of death. Ahead of them lead a trail of light. They were free. SCP-049 had two gunshot wounds, but his Entourage has gained 42 members. They painted murals of blood, organs, and bones onto the canvas of Site-19. They had bonded immensely together. They had shared stories with each other, encouraged each other, joked with each other, and killed anything that threatened each other. They were the greatest of pals. It was a friendship that lasted thousands of years. It was a friendship that lasted lifetimes. They stood in the light of the Sun, the Sun they had performed miracles under so many times before. They could feel the heat of the sun warming their skin. Even SCP-049 could feel it, even though he was under wraps. SCP-035, SCP-049, and all the SCP-049-1s stepped forward with feelings of euphoria. There was something magical about it. They looked forward at the beauty of nature and felt love together as they reminisced about their fond anecdotal memories created at the facility. The inseparable pair laughed as they ran through the forest. SCP-049 in particular felt unimaginable joy. He would finally cure the world of the Pestilence and—
A pale, white, shrunken fist bursted from SCP-049’s chest and sprouted out to collide with a nearby tree. Wood splintered and blood sprayed from the seams in between SCP-049’s chest and the arm that was going through it. SCP-049 couldn’t even scream; his lungs had been punctured and were filling with blood. He coughed up a large amount of it onto SCP-096’s arm and noticed words etched into the wrist. As SCP-049’s vision began to fade, he recognized the text as Greek. He learned a little Greek on his quest to cure the Pestilence. His eyes granted him one last peek at the sentence before they faded to black.
εμείς είμαστε δροσερο τώρα;
The words began to twist and distort as the wounds rapidly closed and healed. SCP-035 withdrew his fist from SCP-049’s stomach and the ruptured intestines spilled out onto the ground. SCP-049 and his ghoulish thugs collapsed like dominos onto the cold, hard, dew-covered ground. The blades of grass immediately wilted beneath them as their vitals shut down completely.
Item #: SCP-049
Object Class: Terminated
SCP-035 smiled wider than ever before.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a 10 meter x 10 meter x 10 meter room. Inside, it is to be chained onto a rack using Aluminum Oxide passivated Steel. The Aluminum Oxide is painted on to prevent the rusting on Steel. Every 3 hours, a new layer of Steel and Aluminum Oxide is to be painted on. Failure to do so will result in the chains rusting and breaking, leading to a possible breach.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 5-foot-tall humanoid creature. Its entire body is pitch-black except for its completely white head. The head has no ears, hair, eyes, or mouth. The face is completely flat and resembles an analog clock with no outstanding features. It has six fingers on each hand, twelve fingers altogether.
SCP-XXXX is aggressive and will target all multi-cellular life indiscriminately, including non-sentient creatures like plants and fungus. SCP-XXXX has the unique property of converting time directly into metabolic energy, albeit through methods not currently understood. When SCP-XXXX "eats time", the speed of light surrounding SCP-XXXX decreases to zero for a period of up to 10 seconds. During this time, the Maxwell-Faraday Law (${\displaystyle c={\frac {1}{\sqrt {\varepsilon _{0}\mu _{0}}}}}$) will be violated due to the permeability and permittivity of free-space being altered. This causes all electromagnetic processes to be halted in the surrounding area. Electrons will be forced into a state of quasi-superpositioning. All electronic processes will halt (memory data will fail to be recorded within the brains of sentient creatures). This causes a sudden "skipping" effect as conceptual actions that take place during the time period fail to occur while their effects are maintained. This has no effect on SCP-XXXX itself, however. SCP-XXXX moves by utilizing gravitational fluctuations, making it a perpetual motion machine and therefore violating the first law of thermodynamics.
When SCP-XXXX touches matter, the matter will undergo a stationary form of Unruh's Effect and an event horizon is formed around it. The event horizon will rapidly degrade from Hawking's Radiation, causing the material to "age" and disintegrate over time. This effect rapidly accelerates and appears to progress on a binary-exponential scale ($f(x)=2^{x}$), correlating the number of seconds of exposure with the years that pass. 1 second causes 2 years to pass, two seconds cause 4 years to pass, 3 seconds causes 8 years to pass, 4 seconds causes 16 years to pass, etc.
Addendum: SCP-XXXX was discovered in the town of Lansing, Michigan in the year 2034 after being mistaken for SCP-106 post-breach. Two 12-year-old children, Emily and Nathan ██████, were playing in the backyards of their orphanage when they were approached by SCP-XXXX. The orphanage nurse, identified as Isabel Hughes, assumed SCP-XXXX to be a strangely-dressed pedophile and attempted to shoot it with a gun. SCP-XXXX ate half a second of time so the time period of the bullet hit would never actually occur. SCP-XXXX then thrust its thumbs into Mrs. Hughes’s eye sockets and then wrapped its fingers around her head. Blood gushed out of Mrs. Hughes’s eye sockets but quickly evaporated. Gray hair sprouted rapidly out of her scalp while her cheek bones wrinkled. After approximately 5 seconds, her skin melted off and her bones disintegrated. SCP-XXXX went on to slaughter Emily, Nathan, and the 18 other children living in the orphanage. It then remained within the house until it collapsed from decayed supports. Foundation operatives moved in and attempted to capture SCP-XXXX but failed due to the misapplication of SCP-106’s containment procedures.
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