Per 
“Sargent Jackson? I heard of him only cause he’s kind of a celebrity; Don’t think we’ve met, though, sorry.”
“He says that you're the one who implanted him with the strain of SCP-008, Why would he have the need to mention you?”
“Not sure. It maybe soldiers guilt. Killing that girl you mentioned, When I took a look at the photo of her… I do see a resemblance. Did he see a photo of me? What were the results of the DNA test you gave me? I figured that was why and wanted to help as quickly as I can. That and, why did you all kill the kid in the first place? Was she anomalous? Operation gone wrong?”
"The results were negative. It could’ve been as you said… your photo, along with those of other staff were hanging in the lunchroom…
“Yes,” said Sam,” But the man was distressed before that… Isn't that something else you should consider. You think he knew he contracted it in service, and… was- hiding it? I’ve just become a researcher… and seeing how these D-Class are done, like guinea pigs — were there any rounds missing from the-”
“No. No shots were fired from the gun as claimed…" said the interviewer." The ballistic markings yielded nothing conclusive. As for moments when Sargent Erickson came into contact there were several instances…”
“You guys were still able to extract the strain and develop a vaccine, right? I heard so. Maybe he felt… would you of told someone you had a Deadly-” Sam shivers.” Jeez, hells no — Give him my regards… I feel bad my face triggered him or whatever really happened.”
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Metatron turned the next page in his book, "Looks like they left that timeline."
"Yeah. Fucking better. Stupid Division. The Insurgency needs to learn to mind its own damn business. Fucking coming in with their stupid distraction. Disturbing my shit." Sam said with calmness, grumble in her voice a display of her annoyance.
"They didn't take you into account, now they have. That's why they evacuated those timelines. Your employer is no doubt in caution of you now as well."
"The Angels didn't show up. Jackson accepted his Hero's fate, and I was invited to Site-19. So someones about to tell me they knew about it." Sam sighs and shrugs."I' ma get back to work. See ya bro."
Metatron smiled in bliss."Yes. Thank you. I cherish your complaints."
"Are… are you being sarcastic?" Sam asked mystified.
"I don't know, am I?"
"….I hate you sometimes…"
Sam walked down the giving them each a careless flip of the bird, those who cared looked. Sam stopped midway. This was exhausting, she needed some other stupid gimmick to commit.
Two guards guarded the automatic doors to the west wing. Then Sam then her hand goes for their belt, the intention the thought behind the action was mistaken their pistol was gone and a shot was fired.
Dr. Rose walked laughing, skipping, tracking red from the bullet she had just put in her foot, she tossed the gun back over her shoulder, the glossed pinky nail of her finger coming off the trigger and firing off one last accident shot above their heads.
She stopped and came back to work all over again. But every time after one another, the same day ended. This wasn’t it. What was? She could hardly get past one part of the day without it ending and her having to relog into the Domain. No one else noticed but her, others only wondered what would happen if the world ended at that very moment, and it remained as thought, but she sees every one of them fall out of use at once.
How many times were the worlds ending that she couldn’t even spend a day in multiple realities? Countless and while at the same time none at all.
“Time to ask a few questions.”
“Excuse me?”
Two researchers by the cooler took her question,”Yes.”
From the looks on their faces, she could tell they knew she was a rookie like she needed.
“Um yes…” Sam pulled the hem of her shirt collar, falsely nervous.”So I just became a researcher… and I heard that well I already knew, but, reality can be destroyed??” she said questioningly.
“Yes… you're new. Dr. Rose right? I wouldn’t worry too much. Just be prepared. Whatever happens, happens.”
“Oh. Okay, but I was wondering, what do you have to hit to destroy reality? It’s weird, isn’t it? How it reacts like some kind of substance?”
“Substance? By substance, you mean by Temporal shifts… and-”
“Yes. Temporal shifts. It’s like breaking a Something there's just an adverse reaction…”
“Uh, yeah reality exploding, fading or warping — killing all of us?”
“Do you think its made of something?”
“Made of what? What made of something?” said one researcher,” Like a chemical reaction?”
“No. like a substance. Maybe like water, it has a vaporous form and solid form.”
“Water?”
“Yes. Water.”
In an instant, Sam chucked the entire gallon off the water cooler it bounced and rolled… missing the point.
“See. That was an attack on reality,” she tried to explain away the weird looks given to her, but only made them worse, Sam giving up in embarrassment and disgusted defeat, walked away.
When she returned the next day Sam passed by the one-way windows of offices every day to reach her own station, with every pose she strikes checking out whatever curves she was blessed with, much to the confusion and bafflement of those on the other side.
Next was the matter of proving that she wasn't just crazy, skipping her monthly psychological reports, Sam set out to find a way to harvest the material make up of reality. Preferably where it was the most exposed, as temporal shifts. She was immune to those in perfected harnessing by way of her surrogate father being Seth, the creator of the 36 anchors of this multiverse when her first birth name was Samariah. She'd use that trait to her advantage.
Next was a method for extraction.
After repeating the same 10 years over and over again, in a reality where the world she had to make infinite happy endings for the lack of interference.
Then the Hyperversal Spanner… the creation of her endeavors of hard work…
A device used to mine resources from unstable areas of intense temporal distortions. Can also be used to extract the essence from things, like the cute from 999 and the Ugly from 682 and put them into objects for an enhanced appeal. To access these properties Sam needed to then to invent
The Zero Algorithm. A way to divide by Zero with a meta-mathematical formula inputted into the Spanners coding. Allows for the mining of materials in areas of damaged reality, Mainly, used for the mining of Realitinte
The Transdimensional Alert and Prediction system…
The T.T.AP or TAP
Using Realitinite and the Zero algorithm. This machine is able to forecast different realities with input and simulate the various classes of end of the world scenarios. With access to the guidance of Etcetera, it can formulate the solution to each. Even if the possibility ratio is Zero, it’s self.
Unfortunately, Sam needed to add a function that prevented people from changing positive pregnancy tests to negative. On top of that Falarith had joined the foundation.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?"
"I have been a pop sensation for five realities now. I wish to assist you here in this one differently."
"What did Metatron say?"
"I've allowed for it." he came in just to say."When you start the next cycle let her join you in your successes."
Sam sighed."Fiiiine… but your lab coat can't be black. Do you even know what to do?"
"I have watched you all this time… though, my main wish is to satiate this loneliness… to find love."
"Just don't pick a douche…" said Metatron."Or I may need to deal with him myself."
Falarith rose through life with her sister she met her lover, however in every timeline they met all she did was mourn his loss. With blessing from the All-Mothers womb, she recreated her lover endlessly, to be reborn across the endless expanse of the domains minimal infinite realities.
So that they may never be apart.
However, his contributions as a holder of the Domains Main Anchor Qualities was still a necessity. To maintain a pivotal part of the site's history, the same events in order were maintained, whether in the timelines 1889 or 2000.
So as the name Dr. Anna Lang… with her sister, both invented the Scranton Reality Anchor, afterwards the oldest let herself die to an old man from the wall. Then that reality ended.
When it continued in the next dimension. Where they both invented theHyper-Energy Hive
And then the Bloom… they discarded the project
It all happened all over again this time the worlds heard of the success of the Thaumiel Sisters… the Super Researchers both 28.
Samantha Rose. The same dyed red hair in a long ponytail with golden rose-tinted goggles behind her even cut bangs on top of her head with sidelocks framing her youthful face. Yellow lab coat and skirt that looks squeaky in the light. Her forms still modestly proportioned, fit, and a bit mousy.
Then there's Annabeth Thorne, who radiated a politeness, in her signature black lab coat with feathered cuffs and dressed like a card dealer at a casino most of her pale olive skin was concervitavly unrevealed. A lot more maturely blessed and taller than her fraternal twin sister older looking.
They each side of the same office room was shared. Leftover bags of chips All-in-one monitors like the other adorned with sticky notes of forgotten reminders were on one. On the other there were porcelain dolls on various stacks of shelves as well as teacups of varying sizes and photos of two small children between the ages of 10 and 8, boy and a girl.
"Is there even any right way to contain an entity, little sister?"
"Well Falarith, let's think of Azathoth for example, she said pointing at a slight scar on her cheek." As long as it doesn't awake, everyone is safe, at the expense of its ignorance, so long as the depiction remains, and that no way is written for it to escape. It is perfectly contained in its source. If not, anyone can make it awake. But its aftermath still only remains in within the material it appears."
"Is that how you fought-"
"Hells no. I woke it up so we could fight… there were a thousand more suitable possibilities… that was my own."
"Sister… you are a bigger Idiot than that god."
Sam didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."It was only in the Arena of debate sheesh, no one really suffered any consequences. We're actually cool now… I introduced him to Queen. Hopefully, he's sleeping to the bohemian rhapsody. There's no bigger fuck you to the incomprehension than making it how it works understood! He didn't like your music though, Falarith. Sorry."
Falarith shrugged and hummed."It wasn't for everyone… I suppose.."
"Yup. He's the Main Anchor. I break that rule my own author has to delete every last trace of me. The Domain needs him."
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Raziels POV
He had plans for a Real Estate firm that would depend on his skills as a former Initiator. However, the firm would need skills that would reflect his own. Another Initiator. He was permitted to train at least 3 outside Etcetera. Which to pick. You could imagine how hard it was in this Domain… but it had developed enough since 2008 to wield some proper candidates.
One was a bunch of Horror writers… some were still around when everything began, some weren't. He thought about asking them then it dawned on him — if he were to make an account and private message them he wouldn't be the one doing so, would he? Of course not. It would be his creator but he and she were in good agreement. And she would just get in trouble for taking things to far, 'sock puppeting'. It would be against his nature of an angel after all.
After all, if she goes so does he.
Why not ask the one that is the manifest of all these writers, then?
I Raziel entered 'The Database' what did he look like? Let's say he was Barney the dinosaur. With the same stats and that stuck open smile that scared many children in the 90s.
"What are you doing to me!?"
"You were left to interpretation."
Still the same way Raziel wrote him, SCP-001 SAS, grit his teeth in angry embarrassment."Yes! I am but, I am not Barney the dinosaur! I am an author! You are a creation."
At that moment Raziel was allowed from then on to act on his own whim.
Raziel blew out a small breath and a sigh."…I really wish she was more subtle about how she pulled this little joke."
"I'm going to make the tale to your ending…"
The wind howled in silence, "With what account? All of them? or Mine? and how long will it take to post it with you little avatars?" the database came to know that it was not him writing this, in fact, it was even harder to make this conclusion even more drawn out and pointless than it already was without him/it/them. In the beginning, currently being made up on the spot.
'what?'
I MADE AN OUTLINE YOU IDIOT! In an instant, a world was made in my mind! I TRAPPED YOU WITH MY CORE CONCEPT ONE THAT I DETACH AT MY LEISURE LIKE A HOOK WITH BAIT. I DON'T NEED IT, UNLIKE YOU. I ALSO LEARNED SOME DIV BLOCKS TO MAKE THE WORDS FILL UP MORE SPACE. THOSE SPECTATING DESERVE A GOOD FIGHT, WOULDN'T YOU SAY SO?
'Div block you can't!'
'No. No. you can't. The degree of your tenure varies, unlike mine. Ready to hear why you lose? Alone I deny your premise, it exists for the purposes of this story, then it doesn't exist. As I do not believe one being can speak for all of us — I find it's view almost insulting. I'm the author of my own fate. Thank you very much. I chose to include you for the narrative value — you've overstayed your welcome, so, it is my turn, not yours, to write you off. You are at the writers mercy despite being all the writers.'
For once SCP-001 SAS felt unneeded, but how…? He was a 001 their whole concept necessitates their necessity as the first and only-
"SCP? Don't kid yourself there is no first SCP. And you most certainly aren't to me. Plus SCP-001 is a vague premise anyway. You should'nt of tried to prove you were the only one."
SCP-001 began to fade before he did he had to know… he needed proof what the Angel did…
What happened…
"I wanted to see what I would catch. You're not obligated to know, but I am obligated to tell you that, morally."
SCP-001 SAS was gone.
Canon participant SCP-001 SAS has been desolated from the canon!
"Goodbye. If only you hadn't tried your hand against me… or attempted to assert yourself; regardless I can't say it doesn't make me happy that it came to this."
A little 10-year-old girl with a pink panda bear stuffable backpack and buttoned overall dress and a long brown ponytail in a ribbon roamed the halls of Site-19. A circular green glass lens was over her left eye like half a monocle, and stickers with silver fibers on her arms went from a shoulder pad to finger caps.
“Dr. MAN! Dr. MAAAAANN!!?”
A researcher bent over to talk to her concerned that she may be lost.“Excuse me, sweetheart, are you lost?”
The little girl shook her head.”I’m looking for Dr. Mann. I just got here and mama said to find him.” The little girl held up a Level 3 access laminated in a fuzzy blue card holder.
“Is that your mommies?”
The little girls' cheeks inflated, making what she said next all the more unconvincing. ”No! It’s mine! I work here too! I’m learning to be just like her and my auntie!”
The researcher smiles finding it very hard to believe that such a cute little girl would do such a thing. Her mother must be her role model and needed an errand from man.
“Why don’t you tell me what you need to tell Dr. Mann, and I'll let him know for you.”
The little girl paused for one whole second…
“Young lady?”
“Move aside Madame. That Intel is classified.” The little girl's finger aimed directly at her like a gun, both hands.” Interfere further, and I may have to temporarily subjugate you!”
The researcher was flustered. What the heck? What was this professional talk?!… Oh, she was playing pretend.
The female researcher's hand went reaching for the girl's wrist, “You can go play at the sites daycare…— let's go.”
Fly and Fall! a single shout and the little girl faced her hand out in command.
A flash of light made a perfect cross in the girl's eyepiece. Onlookers witnessed the woman's body fly away and fall arched inwards, like something from the little girl's finger hit her at point blank range.
The researcher was hurried too with aid and the little girl walked away with a sense of accomplished duty. Only one person's late glance noticed as the girl used her level 3 card to advance deeper down into the site.
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Dr. Everett Man and Sophia interrupted on their daily on foot commute to their offices, stared down at the little girl in the parking lot.
The child saluted with a crow of earnestly."Agent Marigold Rose reporting for duty!" she declared.
“Will anyone care to tell me who the little girl running around calling herself an agent in my site is?” said Moose on entering the meeting, one between Dr. Everett Man and Sophia Light.
“I- uh… I think the man was just about to get to that-” said Sophia.”Go on Mann. You said as soon as she gets here.”
“Yes. But let me prepare, the way I need to put it, either way, it may come out outlandish.”
“That a challenge?” remarked Light.
“No… that little girls the daughter of — have you heard of the Thaumiel Sisters?”
Moose raised a brow.“No…? Who the hell?”
“Thank the 05. If you think we’re thier favorite, the ones they really love to hate are them. They’re around, like us may as well as be GOIs’ but — fuck it’s hard to explain — thier diplomatically immune, despite knowing nothing about them… actually they do, but also don’t. I can even show you thier entire life history, nothings hidden. Yet, they find out what we never knew about?”
“They actually do know everything, but actually don’t know anything about them? Isn’t that just — average secret agent mysteriousness?” Light noted wagging a pen by her cheek.” Did they have a life before they joined the foundation?”
“Yes. From the point from when they were born, we know it all.” said King pulling up a chair and sitting finally.”Yet it's like they lived before that.”
Moose crossed her arms.“Reincarnation?”
“They confirmed that. But where they lived… did… was unimaginable… things our ‘laws’, we, haven’t caught up to yet.” says Mann
“Meaning?”Moose said.
“We haven’t expanded enough, their only a glimpse to show it exists. Hell, they could be using me to talk through to get the message across!!”
“So what is that little girl?”
“The daughter of the oldest Thaumiel twin, Annabeth Thorne. You see those things she had on her?”
Sophia nodded.”Yeeeah?”
That was developed by the woman herself… like a device to train her to be like them. Whoever they were, or, still are. Without them, you can say she’s a regular little girl, but if we really ask them, whatever they say after will be the undeniable Truth.”
“You know them, how?” asked Sophia."And that's the name of one of them? What's the name of the other?"
“The little girls father was an assistant of mine… in the days of Project Thaumiel. Before her mother and her sister took over the project. And the other sister? Her profile states her to be Samantha Rose. However, she's also called her self many other things. And since it cannot be considered lies — just read her profile her very nature is certainty — we've nicknamed her Zero.”
“The Thaumiel Sisters, with a name like that we can assume their object class of focus, is — holy crap…— hold on.”Something wasn't right, it hadn't been, moose carried on, “Keeping objects that can prevent the destruction of sites, be used for the detection of other anomalous, all concealed… would be for security reasons, protection, right?”
Sophia shook her head. “Who would ever come to that conclusion?” she said sarcastically.
“Aren’t they?” Inquiries Moose.”Thier valuable assets.”
“Yeah. But the sisters would have the say in the — retrieval. They have free reign in general. Thier afraid of what may occur if the two of them lose thier assets.”
“If they abuse thier Authority?”
“Hardly… thier immune for a reason. Thier far more responsible than we will ever be. Thier trusted to the fullest extent. What's more, they can handle it…"
“Then… the 05 are powerless!? And they let it!? Seriously!”
“Most likely…”
“Most likely. So thier guessing. Right, so we can just send the kid back — Or I actually don’t want to… Does she count as a Thaumiel class?” Moose asked wanting to really, really, know what he was implying.
“Of course not, Moose, and, We can’t they lower themselves to the 05s.” sighed Mann massaging his brow from the stress this was giving him. “In the nature of humans, as humans or we have no clue. This was probably thier contribution to the cause. And yes we know that. I was called a week prior that they were going to do this.”
“A-a child?! Thier own kid!? Why weren’t we informed!?” said Moose.
“Because they didn’t ask to have you know, majorly it was on my own personal choice, too. Especially you Moose… they know how you are… when you find something that kicks up your spirits, how you get.”
“I might… start digging in. But I mean, I’d stop when anything about anything Thaumiel began to surface. Or I’d just ask you…”
“Exactly and now we’re here. Sophia, what are you going to do with the kid, now?” asked Mann
“I… don’t know…” Sophia heaved a heavy sigh.” She came with another skip, I had to verify that she had the actual clearance for that first. But 073 is looking after her after I found her in the clear.”
“Another- what did she come with?” asked Moose.
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The stuffed patchwork bear clung climbed back into Marigolds Pink Panda Backpack. Marigold nodded then reached behind with a hand and gave it a pat on the head before it was submerged.
“Good work Tommy.”
They left the man in the medical bay surgery room B. Dr’s Hurried to check and inspect the wound that had once been a man with half a brain on life support. Cain waited on the other side of the doors as they swung open.
“Okay! That ones done.”
“Yes.”Cain nodded gracefully in agreement.”It is.”
“Um, Can you leave me alone now?”
As she complained, Cain couldn’t help imagining how this one was standing there without him having picked her up.
“No! Why!?”Marigold inflated her cheeks and kicked her legs.”I’m the Agent here! Not you!”
Cain beamed down a friendly smile. " How could I allow my self to leave a child unsupervised. And Agent I am sorry. But I can not allow for a child to come to that supervision.”
“No. I refuse! This was an unjust interaction!”
“There, there little one. Come let us view Iris and her training.”
S
Iris checked twice behind the corner she hid behind, she took a deep breath out her nose, briefly fogging the glass behind her visor, a chest in an attempt to evade the motion sensing sights of a bot armed with sets rubber bullets after two of them soar by her head on her second peek.
She ran for new cover, on her way still faced with a pistol, firing at the blinking modules on the bot’s chest and tossing a flashbang with her empty hand, taking note of its location then advantage as the moment its sights went white its jaw was whacked jaw with the but of her gun.
After the blonde pulls off the helmet and shakes her hair down and sighs a breath, relieved that it’s all over. She met Andrea, standing with Cain by the training area 45-R gate, still holding a spot on her arm, sore from a hit she got fifteen minutes into her training.
Suddenly her pain becomes temporarily meaningless. “Cain? Hey! Not like I don’t want you here… but why are you here?”
“We got a new addition… apparently.”
“A new…?-”
“Like you, I now have my own security detail… or partner? Whichever you see it…”
“Where-wh-”Iris felt a tug on the pant legs of her fatigues up staring at her was a little girl with a ribbon in her hair and a cheery wide-eyed head tilt.
“…Cain. What the hell is this?”
“My thoughts exactly,” said Andrea.”No offense honey. I’m sure your an excellent agent…”
“None Taken!” said Marigold with a sweet and pleasant smile. (I swear I’m gonna peel every one's skin like an orange…) she thought to herself.
“Cain. What! That's a kid!” Iris turned to Marigold as if she needed to test her theory.”How old are you?”
“10.”
“Yeah. A kid.”
Andrea chuckled. Could Iris not tell by looking? Also, what was the council thinking… now she felt bad…
“I understand. But it was what Sophia ascribed.”
Ooof. Now Andrea was wondering what Sophia was thinking."Sophia? really?"
"Or some one. I am unsure."
“Were you training?” Marigold asked Iris hands on the straps of her backpack.”Are you an agent? Or a skipper?”
“Um. Yeah… did you do-” Iris stopped herself there. Why would a child have training…
“Of course I do. I’m a Rose. Genius is in our Blood.” Marigold advertised.” At Least my mama tells me so — my auntie Sam doesn’t act very smart sometimes.” she said placing her fist over her mouth to conceal it.
“And your father?”
“He was a scientist here. But he died.”
Iris frowned.”Oh… gosh… I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. My uncle helps my mama a lot. So does Auntie. He's helping my older brother right now!”
“Older brother?”
Marigold nodded soundly.“Mm-hm. He’s like me but he wants to be a Lawyer instead… he’s with my uncle.”
Suddenly Marigold's eyepiece began to beep. “Oh! Sorry, I need to talk to someone, can I leave?”
“Of course,” Cains Demeanor made Marigold correct herself.
“I mean! I mean! I need to take this! You three stay here and stuff!” she commanded.
The little girl took only 6 feet away of distance when a cone of light projected a woman.
“Hello. Everyone.” said the woman whose voice drips with sumptuousness and sultry.” Mari? didn’t I tell you to hide behind places when you take your calls?”
“Oh! Sorry, mama!”
“Holy crap! A projection.” said Andrea.”…Since when did we have that kind of budget?” and they couldn't afford to change her suit.
Falariths pleasant smile made a noise of delight.”And, you are?”
“Andrea Adams. Senior special agent.”
Falariths gaze hit Iris.”And you?”
Iris sputtered, she was stunning, no one should've been allowed to be-be she was- her knees felt weak?
“Something wrong?”
“Iris Thompson.”
Falarith nodded.”A pleasure to accidentally meet you all.”
Cain spoke in lackluster representation.“Pardon me? But I have been placed in charge of your child. Or rather, her me. I was wondering why you would take such an irresponsible risk.”
“I have already replaced all unfavorable variables."Falarith pointed up a snapped finger." Is that how you would say it? And as far as I am concerned she has been mandated to you.”
“I see. I apologize. I just grow frustrated when preoccupation isn’t shown to choices like these.” he said in an inert tone.”I am SCP-073, you may call me Cain.”
“No, I understand perfectly. I adore children too. I would have more if I could. I, also, already know who you are- given that, it’s surprising you would care so deeply…”
“-What.”
“We’ll speak later. Marigold. Next time… don’t use such a volatile Quality to apprehend others. Your Spanner is not for that…”
Marigold squeezed her eyes and fiddled in the dirt with the tip of her shoe.“Sorry…”
“It is fine. Just remember the outcomes of your actions. Goodbye, my precious.”
Falariths form flickered off and the light sucked back into Marigold’s eyepiece.
When Marigold turned around.“I’m sorry. If you guys don’t want me here… I’ll just leave. I just wanted a chance to be like mom and auntie…"
