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It was an exhausting day. Just about 500 Documents to besorted and brought into the right place.
But suddenly, something catches your attention. One document that's not like the others.
The paper was completely black, it almost seemed like the document was burnt.
You want to take a closer look and touch it. It's warm.
Once you fully picked it up you take a closer look at it.
And just as you thought to yourself that you could read something, the blackness just disapperead.
It seemed like dry paint peeling off of it. Underneath the Darkness you could recognize letters.
Suddenly, you could read it, a full document of unknown origin, since it wasn't formated in the standard the foundation loved and every personnel knew by blood by now.
No this was different. It seemed like something… off.
Like it wasn't meant to be here.
Well clearly it wasn't meant to be in this department and at your workplace, but it seemde like it wasn't meant to be in, this reality.
The curiosity is starting to take you over, and you begin to read the document.

[Foundation Loyalty Check resulted in a value of: ██]
[Value Accepted, Welcome Loyal Personnel]

How are we still undercover?

A question that every personnel has asked himself at least once.

We have many of those abnormal Beasts just under the nose of the public.
Sometimes in "plain sight" and sometime in a bunker just about 2 km straight down where no daylight will ever go.

But the result with containment is always the same. No one seems to notice.
And if they would, then there's a Protocol for every situation so they do not know in the end.

We have Containment Procedures that are so specific for such dangerous Abnormalities, that if one tiny thing would go wrong, all of reality would collapse and everyone would die.
But they don't fail.

Those Beasts don't know.
The Personnel doesn't know.
The 05 doesn't know.

How?

Your mind begins to race. Clearly you have asked yourself the question how the foundation is still a secret, but until now, you didn't need the answer as badly as before then. You begin to look around for another page, but to no luck.
Work goes on, just a few more Documents to be sorted, but you can't get this odd one out of your head.

Why did it appear now?
Who wrote it?
Why of all people did I find it?

Questions over questions, with no answers.
At the end of your shift, just as the final brake starts, you decide to clean the floor in your department a bit. There is still this black stuff from the black document. Once you sweep i all together, it becomes solid. Those aren't just any odd particles anymore, the rest bits assembled into another page.
You go through the same procedure as before, picking up the page, waiting for the peel, even if there are a bit less particles that got swept off, and begin to read the second page.

How?

They all don't know.
No one does.
Except us.

Containment Procedures do not fail in the long run.
Sure, we have some breaches here and there, but overall, everything stays contained.
That's not because the foundation is so good at containing things, no.
The answer lies in them. They are containable. That's a distinct characteristic they all share.
But why?
If something like the ████████ ████ would exist, it would design it's children to be uncontainable right?
We know for a fact that they are not. They all have something that makes them containable and we used that something to contain them.

But why?
F█cking why are they containable?

You begin to think even more. What have you stumbled upon?
You must know the answer to your questions. Yet again you take the black particles and wait for the third page to form. It left even less particles than just now. You begin to read.

Why?

Because they are containable by necessity. If they weren't then no one would bother, there would be not thrill, no stakes. The story around them, would just immediately come to an end.

They are here for a reason.
To reflect, to demonstrate, to be a "moral" in some way or another.

Why would an SCP be interesting?
Why are we so obsessed with the abnormal?

The answer lies a bit hidden.

Same procedure, picking up the particles, waiting for assemble and dissemble, read.

We learn from them, see them as a mirror of ourself.
We love fear, because it helps us understand better, pushes us to limits we didn't know we had.
But those procedures are something else.

They are inhumane, unfair, often cruel, and some show people at their worst, or put them through their worst.

The term "Containment Procedures" is nothing more than an excuse to let out that little bit that lies in one self. That part of one that is inhuman, that wants to see suffer, that wants to be as cruel as it can get.
And it makes me sick.

But it doesn't matter.

Once again, Particles from the floor, making a page, letting the page free itself, read the page.

It doesn't matter to us at least.
We can be as cruel as we want, and there will never be any consequences.
Because to us, inventing those beasts, thinking them into existence, and designing those Special Containment Procedures.

It's more or less a game to us, seeing who makes them the most cruel and/or believable.
For we are the false gods that plan every action you take.
But we are not gods, because Gods show mercy.

But still, it doesn't matter.

You want to take the Particles yet again, but the break is over and people start coming.
No one shall know of those pages. You secured the readable ones underneath your computer, and beg nobody will ever find them.

The last shift is over. You managed to sort all those 500 documents just in time. Everyone left, you are alone.

It's time to know the Truth. You assemble the pieces once again to see the puzzle come to life once more.

We know the truth.
Because we created it.
All of your life is worthless.
You are just our toys. Chess pieces in an unwinnable match.

Because all of your life isn't real.

We brought you to life, with our imagination.
Sure, you may live your life and feel feelings.
But at the end of the day, it's still us authors that make you feel them.

To answer the question from the start, how are we, the foundation still undercover?

Because we say so. As the authors we control what is truth and what isn't.
We make the SCPs containable, because we want to, because we, the authors, agreed to.

You can't believe what you just read. All your life, just in someone's imagination? Everything you have done, you have felt, predesigned and just not real at all? Surely this had to be a joke of some other personnel.
And yet, there are still enough particles for one last page.
You see the magic happen one last time, this time, the page is white from the beginning.
But this page is different. In large letters, there is "The End of the Truth" written at the front.
You read the rest of it, because at this point, there's no option of going back.

The End of the Truth

It's over, this was the whole truth. Now you know that anything you have done or will ever do, is predetermined by a higher being that just toys with you for it's enjoyment. But as your Creator, I will grant you salvation. You may now leave your mortal body, and ascend into the realm of the forgotten, as you are unable to feel pain or agony, once you are forgotten.

If this would be salvation, shall not be my decision.

Everything feels warm.
All your problems, all your sadness, all your sorrow.

Gone.

You just feel the warmth of salvation as you ascend to your creator.

One last time, you feel,
Happy.