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I hope I can put this on the site
“So, how’s the regular check in’s with ”her”.” Rum said sitting in the cafeteria of Site 43. “It’s ok” Clef said while trying to eat the disgusting tuna casserole. It was 2 months after they’re confrontation. “I’ve always wondered something Clef.” “And What is that?” Clef said. “Where the hell does the foundation get all this funding?” Clef thought for a second. “Never really thought of that, what I want to know is where they get their chefs from, this tuna casserole is terrible.” Both Rum and Clef laughed, this first time in months. The intercom spoke over the cafeteria “Dr Clef and Dr.Rum Report To Sub level conference room.” “Thank god.” Clef said in relief. “Anything s better than whatever they serve here, let’s go.” Rum knocked on the door “come in” a muffled voice said. “Ah O5-1.” Rum was surprised they called him. “Sit down please” said O5-1 standing at the end of the table. “We need new ideas to “kill” 682.” How about we use 106?” Said Rum “NO NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! That is a disaster waiting to happen! For one thing the herculean effort required to move either SCP individually is huge! Not to mention creating a containment cell capable of containing both of them is almost impossible. Also there is the risk that SCP-106 would enter a lulling phase and we would have to wait for months for anything to happen, presuming SCP-106 would even try preying on SCP-682 to begin with.
However worst of all is the risk of them both breaching containment simultaneously. If this were to happen it could cause a chain reaction, resulting in massive loss of life. SCP-106 has also shown signs of sapience and the two SCP's could form communication with each other which could end up hindering the Foundations efforts in the future. The foundation can barely re contain either of them let alone both of them simultaneously.” “Why don’t we just.” Rum thought of something. “Aha!” “What is it Rum.” Said O5-1. “How about we put 682 asleep and when he’s asleep we put cocktail of cyanide, arsenic, whatever 035,106 and 075 produce into his system with about 17 syringes.” “How will we do that?” “From the coffee machine.” “Rum that might just work.” Said O5-1. In 682’s cell, the beast was sound asleep while mechanical arm arranged were the syringes were positioned. “Are you sure you want to be in the cell Rum?” Clef said through the viewing glass. “Of course I do, if he does die I want the last shot, and if he doesn’t and he evolves well we would all be screwed.” “Good point.” A scientist moved the syringes to point to 682’s veins and pushed the syringes in. 682 let out a booming roar. As his body started to melt away. “You foolish apes you can’t kill me!” Roared 682. “Oh shut up you chameleon.” Rum said to 682 while putting three 44. Rounds in the creature. 682 roared and charged towards Rum trying to crush him with his scaled head. “You have to be quicker dinosaur.” 682’s tail whipped in the air then melted away and didn’t show any signs of it regeneration. The cage was filled with dents and scratches. 682 tried to charge at Rum once again must his hind legs melted away with the lower part of his body tripping the creature and making it paralyzed and unable to walk. “You fool you’ll never be able to kill me!” Almost all of 682 body was gone except for his front half. “Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!” 682 roared before Rum put a 44. Bullet in 682’s skull tearing through it killing the beast once and for all. Rum did a revolver spin and blew out the the smoke from the barrel of the gun. “See ya later alligator, or crocodile, there both the same thing.” Rum remarked as cheers from the viewing portal grew loader Rum could also hear some researchers singing We Are The Champions. After that Rum requested to have 682’s skull on his office wall he said it was the least the Foundation could do and a promotion. “Clef.” Said Rum standing in front of the Now dead beast. “Yeah Rum.” Clef said with cheeriness in his voice. “Drinks on me when we get to the bar.” “I mean it really was that hard Clef.” Said Rum in the bar. “We already knew it was to dangerous for any of them coming in contact so why didn’t we get a “Cup Of What 106,035,075,811 produces.” “Wait, you didn’t say 811 in the Conference room.” Said Clef drinking from his beer. “I snuck it in to add a little bit more, so.” “Hey,Rum.” Said Clef. “Yes.” “Why is your name a alcoholic beverage?” Clef said while putting bottled rum. “Why is your name a musical note?” “Good point.” Rum looking around leaned into Clef to whisper something to him. “I can feel all of these people staring at me.” “Well.” Clef said. “They don’t see a person with cybernetic arms, legs, and eye.” “Lunch was pretty good in the cafeteria today.” Said Clef. “Yeah who new 682 was so delicious.” Said Rum. “Probably all the scp’s that tried to kill him.” They both chuckled. “Well Rum said Clef while leaning in. “You did something god himself couldn’t do, you should take that as pride, you basically saved the entire world.” Rum’s phone started to play the WII music theme song indicating someone’s calling him. “Hello, at the bar why? Really? How, seriously? Alright we’ll be there.” Rum said as he packed his things. “Who was that?” “The Site Director, theirs been a containment breach, monthly checks weren’t administered so 079 got into the system, we go to go, grab your jacket.” Clef grabbed his jacket but not before grabbing another beer. “Oh for, get out of my way! Said rum as he cut off the road into the grass around the traffic. “Uh oh, Police.” “What! I thought we worked for the government. “No, the Foundation is nothing like the government, we have billons Of dollars.” “Let’s just lead them to the Site, we need all the help we need.” “B-But What if they tell someone.” Said Clef over the rising siren. “They’ll probably die when we get there, I don’t really care for them.” “Your cold.” “Says Dr.Clef.” Clef and Rum pulled up to the front of Site 43. “Alright Clef, now we just need to BOOK IT!” Rum yelled as the front door flew open. “They’re on foot now we have a runner, what is this place 01? Said the Police helicopter pilot. “Don’t know 04 but we’re going in.” Come on, Come on!” Rum said as he tried to open the front gate of the door with his Id card. With a crank the gate opened and shut the officers out. “04 the gate closed we can’t get in, we’re going to load some officers into a helicopter and fly over the gate.” “Copy 04.” “Wait a minute does that guy have a robotic arm, and leg?” “Alright, Clef you search East wing and look for any survivors, while I, take West wing, sound good.” “Well it’s not smart to split in these circumstances but, we have to find and secure the survivors and SCP’s if we have to.” “Hello?” Rum said as he walked down the dark hall only lit by the Red alarm siren on the wall. “We’re here to help.” Rum murmured something under his breath. “Why isn’t Epsilon 11 doing anything about this?” Rum heard a scream in the distance. “HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME.” it was the voice of a man in his 30’s. “I’m coming!” Rum raced down the halls and when he ran around the corner 939 lashed out at him. “Jesus!” Rum said as he shot the creature dead. “I need to be more careful around here.” Rum thought. “What’s that noise?” It sounded like a broke lawnmower, “096.” Rum waited over the ledge for 096. As 096 passed under the ledge, Rum got his blindfold ready and jumped on the creature’s back. “Yee Haw! I’m a cowboy! Let’s go boy!” Rum said as he put the blindfold over 096’s face and hung on. “Let’s go boy!”
