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Documentation SCP-XXXX-C

Incident XXXX-3

Firsthand report from SSgt Bishop.

Description: SSgt Bishop's complete report on the incident XXXX-3 and what had transpired within the hallway of Site 118

<Report begins>

After incident XXXX-2, I was ordered with my soldiers, the Tasmanian Devils, to escort D-Class 373270 to his new containment cell at Site 118. No unusual reports until arrival at Site 118. After customs and courtesy, we walked down through the hallways of Site 118 leading to the SCP's new containment cell. As the Devils were escorting Murdoch, the D-Class, and SCP-XXXX, a group of researchers were walking out of the containment cell of SCP-2006. This had caused no alarm until they got closer to our group. SCP-XXXX instantly transformed into what can be described as the child of a vampire and a snake demon, what is described in documentation as SCP-XXXX-Epsilon.
After alerting the crew, I ordered the researchers to leave the immediate area being escorted by Vasquez and Guerrero as we subdued the SCP but it was too late as Epsilon slithered past everyone and grabbed one of the researchers. At this point the researcher glowed a phosphorescence light grey, the hands of Epsilon were opened, and the gravity within the hallway was manipulated to be upside down. Now on the ceiling, my crew disoriented and the researchers panicking fled the scene, I looked up as Epsilon and the reality warper battled.
Epsilon was not immediately affected by the gravity as the two were upside down from my perspective and on the ceiling, but from their perspective they were still on the floor with normal gravity. Epsilon released a dense black smog into the brightly lit hallway but it did little as the reality warper grabbed Epsilon with a glowing grey hold and threw Epsilon down the hallway, past me, and into a wall. I looked up as the reality warper looked at the Tasmanian Devils and said something along the lines of "you won't remember a thing", but before he could wipe our memories, Epsilon flew out of the wall and grabbed the reality warper. In the hands of Epsilon, the reality warper screamed, the hold of SCP loosened, and he punched the creature with such a force that it was sent flying back a few meters. The reality warper looked at us and clasped both hands together like he smashed a bug, then twisted his arms like two snakes embracing each other.
It was at this point impossible to tell which way was where. The entire hallway was twisted and mangled, the hallway walls, ceiling, and floor entangled and fused together, the gravity within the corridor was messed with to such a degree that it is impossible to tell how it was originally was. The Tasmanian Devils twisted, turned, and, after a head-aching tossing around, we were all disoriented. From my perspective two were on the ceiling, one was separated on the right wall, and I had Johnny next to me, taking his mask off and coughing. Epsilon was now affected by the gravity and was slammed into the left wall. It crawled using both its hands and its bat wings making its way towards the reality warper, ignoring everyone else in the corridor.
The two Devils on the right wall found the door leading to a small office and told everyone of their location and I ordered everyone to head into the room and wait for additional instruction. As I was making my way towards the door, helping Johnny up and into the room, the hallway was twisted once more, and my personal gravity was sent towards the far off wall at the end of the hallway which led at a 90 degree angle to an adjacent hallway. The reality warper distanced me as far as possible from himself as he battled the SCP.
In order to see him I had to look all the way up, chin held high. To my left was a brightly lit hallway, effectively making the floor I was standing on the wall of the corner of the two corridors. I looked over and saw Murdoch wide eyed looking at me, but before we could speak to each other I heard something from above and saw Epsilon being thrown towards me clasped in gray bondage. I rolled out of the way and looked back up. I asked him "are you a researcher? do you need assistance? I didn't read anything about reality warpers when looking over this site."
To which he replied, "I don't need your damn help. I want you outta my way. I gotta a SCP to destroy." At this point I loaded my pistol, looked up, blocked the light from the hallway with my left arm, and fired at the reality warper to no affect. He laughed crazily and sent the bullets back my way, two missing and the third hitting my left arm, making a clean entrance through it. I cringed as Epsilon looked at me, then teleported. I looked up and saw the two now fighting hand to hand, or at looked like it. It was a strange brawl as the reality warper punched with incredible speed but Epsilon dodged his attacks and swiped irregularly with its enormous claws.
As the battle was happening I found the door to the office. I wanted to got to my men and explain the situation to them about the unknown and dangerous reality warper and our escape plan as the two battled. The office where they were was now on my right and very far away, I placed my hand on the wall and very quickly my gravity was transferred to the right wall. I was slammed forcibly into the wall on my back and looked past my feet. The reality warper made a fist, grabbed bricks from the wall behind him that balled up into a boulder, and threw his hand at me, causing the ball of bricks to tumbled towards me. I jumped on my feet and ran towards the door, and I noticed the ball of brick, rolling to my left, forcibly changed gravitational pull, and was now over my head, gaining speed.
Epsilon went to grab the reality warper but the crazed bastard started vibrating at incredible speeds and easily dodged the massive claws. As I ran forwards, the ball of bricks changed gravitational pull once more and was on the wall adjacent to mine. As I kept running forward I found out that my gravitational pull was also sent to the same wall. I ran to the nearest corner and made myself small as the boulder rolled past me, grazing me by the skin of my teeth. Eventually it smashed into the corner wall, far from the reality warper who is now upside from my confusing perspective. It was at this time I saw for the first time that the light in the room was noticeably dimmer. Epsilon was both draining the room of light and destroying the light sources with every passing moment.
I looked towards their fight but was met with retaliation as from behind bricks were pulled from the corner wall, towards the reality warper, and into the walls, floors, and ceilings, shooting in all directions in a frantic and insane manner. I ducked and dodged as the bricks were sent flying towards the warper, and spun rapidly around him, distorting into smooth globs of white liquid. Epsilon flew towards a light and smashed it with his hands, to which the reality warper shot a highly concentrated blast of shrapnel at him, the shots hit the SCP, pinning its back against the wall. At this point I took out my pistol and fired at the reality warper. His mind towards Epsilon meant he was left wide opened as the bullet hit his stomach and blood rained upon me.
He screamed, holding his stomach, the brick bullets becoming soft and Epsilon slithered further down the hallway, smashing another light, the hallway becoming darker, there was still light behind the reality warper, making him glow with an ethereal, almost angelic presence. He said to me, "That won't happen twice," and healed himself. Epsilon held his right hand upwards and shot out three barbed tentacles at the reality warper, wrapping themselves around him, and released that damn mist of Compound-95. He breathed it it, immediately recognized it, coughed it up, spun his finger around, the poison spun like a dust devil, and he sent the invisible tornado my way. Epsilon ignored the poisonous tornado and I ran for my life, finding a janitors closet I opened it and flung myself in in haste.
I heard manic laughter from the reality warper, bricks separating from the hallway, and I felt my phone vibrate, which was when my wife, Dr. Bishop, texted me that were having taco night. I texted her that I couldn't wait for dinner but was busy, I put my phone away and let out a deep sigh. I opened the door, saw the tornado fade into the darkness, and walked out of the janitors closet. The gravity immediately pulled me towards the reality warper as if I was falling upwards making be loose all sense of self.
As I held on for dear life on the door handle, I felt something grab my leg, I look under me and saw Epsilon wrap its serpentine body onto my feet, anchoring itself in a way to my body, and begun spewing fire from its face. The reality warper manically laughed in the growing darkness, the only light in the hallway was behind him and even I could tell the battle was taking its toll on his physical and mental health. As I could barely hold on I let go of the door handle, took out my pistol, being pulled towards the reality warper, and fired two shots, the first one missed but the second one hit him square in his chest. Instead of reacting, he maniacally laughed and threw his hand at us, throwing the both of us into the corner wall furthest from him, the gravity being so intense it felt as if I was under 2 forces of G. Epsilon, however, soldiered on and crawled up one of the walls. As it disappeared into the darkness, I noticed that he left a cloud of black smog behind. I stood up, as the gravity was weakening, and threw a brick into the black smog, only for the brick to vanish then fall diagonally from the janitors closet.
I heard insane manic laughter and Epsilon was sent from the heavens above like a meteor. It crashed down next to me making a ditch sending brick flying in all directions. The thing crawled out of the hole and looked up at the reality warper. I looked at it and said, "these black portals, can I enter them?" to which it responded, in the a distant voice, "why do you ask?" it was at this point I knew why the reality warper lost his mind. It was not a singular voice, but the voice of every human. Not of everyone alive now, but to ever and will ever exist. I felt the entirety of human civilization questioned me. It was a daunting task to speak to it, but I managed out, "I want to jump through one and I don't want to die. I want to try something out."
Epsilon spoke, "Fine, I will allow you to enter my portals. Beware, mortal, they are not for the faint of heart. Why do you need them?" I heard everyone spoke to me, question me, call me mortal. Everyone I had known, everyone that had died, everyone that I watched on television and movies, everyone I admired to be, everyone I disliked, everyone I loved. Even my own voice questioned my actions. They all spoke to me, as if I was lesser than any singular one of them. As if I were nothing but a waste of time. I spoke to Epsilon, "I want to reach the bastard up there matching his speed with the following method. I want two portals, one above the other, leading into each other, and on my call, put the portal above the other facing the maniac up there."
Epsilon spoke, "Fine, make it quick." To which I saw two faint black portals open up, I jumped through and entered an infinite fall. I screamed at him that I was ready and then I went towards the reality warper at near breakneck speed and grabbed him by the collar of his torn lab coat. He was in shock and awe from my feat and before he could react I threw him above me. We crashed into the ceiling, or in this case, corner wall. Despite this he reacted in time to reduced the gravity to zero and cushioned himself before he would splatter against the back wall like I was hoping for. Within the small fraction of time I was allotted before he could react to me, I took out my pistol and fired at him. My shots went through his body but they did nothing but waste time. So I aimed for his head and shot his brains out, at this, he laughed crazily, his brain matter floating in the air, and they sucked in towards his fractured skull. "Good try," he said, "but I am a God. I am immortal. Nothing can-" at this point Epsilon teleported behind him and grabbed him with both hands.
It pulled the reality warper towards its body which released several black feelers, and once they touched the reality warper, he started to 'glitch' like he was in a video game. As the light surrounding us warped into its chest cavity, the reality warper laughed manically and burst from the grasp of Epsilon. Taking control of the situation, he sent us flying down once more. However, this time, Epsilon grabbed a hold of the reality warper and the three of us flew towards the other end of the hall. Taking initiative, I ran on the wall towards the office door where the rest of my group were and jumped at the door. Grabbing hold of the knob it twisted with my gravitational force and mass that it immediately snapped off. I ran back on the wall trying my best not to trip. The two of them crashed into the corner wall, dazed and confused. Making my way to them, I jumped off of my wall, rolled on their ground, using my shoulder as a means to distribute mass, jumped up once more, and kicked the reality warper sending his head flying backwards. Epsilon grabbed his head and body to which the monster screamed, "Your soul belongs to me, mortal" to which it pulled the reality warper into its chest, the maniac screamed wildly, but eventually stopped.
As the dust settled Epsilon looked at me and spoke in the voice of one of my dead friends, "Good work out there, Jack". Coming from Epsilon meant that it wasn't entirely his own voice, but it doesn't mean I hadn't felt the impact of hearing his voice again for the first time since Afghan. I smiled and looked at Epsilon and said, "Not bad yourself, Matt" to which Epsilon transformed back into his docile form and walked about a half meter and stopped where the corner wall split off. Murdoch appeared, confused and bewildered and asked, "why are you on the wall?" the three of us just kinda stood there.
I escorted Murdoch and SCP-XXXX towards their new cell without further incident.

<Report Ends>

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Audio Log Transcript:

Interviewed: D-Class 373270, Alias Murdoch, with SCP-XXXX

Interviewer: SSgt Bishop, with Dr. Bishop observing

Foreword: SSgt Bishop talks to Murdoch about incident XXXX-3

<Begin Log>
SSgt Bishop: Hey how's it going dude?
Murdoch: Hello sarge, its going quite alright. This new containment cell is quite
nice and roomy.
SSgt Bishop: I'm glad you like it Murdoch. It took a lot of convincing with the
men upstairs about your transfer.
Murdoch: It did? Wow, I uh, thank you. I didn't know.
SSgt Bishop: Its quite alright. Think nothing of it. In fact, convincing them was
far easier than what happened last week.
Murdoch: Oh, right, that. Admittedly I didn't see anything to significant so if this
is about that then I am of little help. I decided to stay out of that mess.
SSgt Bishop: Its for the best you did, it was a crazy day for us all. Now, I want to
make it blatantly clear. SCP-XXXX, Matthew as you call him, is obviously
dangerous. What had happened last week made that very clear to everyone.
Murdoch: Matt does nothing wrong so long as you don't provoke him.
SSgt Bishop: That's the problem, Matthew wasn't provoked last week, he
attacked a researcher without hesitation. Now, we did some digging in on the guy and
found out he was undercover GOC member, a reality warper. No one knows how long
he has been spying on us, but it was because of Matt that he was singled out and
killed. Now, this is not a question for you Murdoch, but for you, Matthew. Who, or
what, are you?
SCP-XXXX: You cannot help me. I see no reason to tell you anything.
The audio recording of SCP-XXXX matched voice recordings of the previously living
Matthew Roderick.
SSgt Bishop: I didn't even know you had a problem in the first place. If you
inform me, then I can bring it up and maybe the Foundation could possible help you.
SCP-XXXX: Don't make me laugh, mortal. Your agency is about containing
anomalies, not serving them. I don't except anything from you.
SSgt Bishop: How do you know this?
SCP-XXXX: Let me say this, hopefully it'll help you. None of what you can do
could help me. I am beyond your capabilities. Unless you can find a way to destroy
God, there is nothing you could possible do.
SSgt Bishop: Destroy God? Now I'm intrigued. Can you please elaborate?
In the containment cell the SCP was silent for approximately 30 seconds.
SCP-XXXX: I will comply. On one condition. You feed me SCP's or reality
warpers.
SSgt Bishop: Only if you comply with telling me why.
The SCP was silent for 30 seconds.
SCP-XXXX: With their power, maybe I can destroy God myself without needing
to kill any more humans.
It was silent on both ends for 2 minutes. As Dr Bishop was informing the 05 Council of this,
SSgt Bishop continued with the conversation.
SSgt Bishop: I am getting conformation, but I need to make myself explicitly
clear. I do not have the power to allow you to kill SCP's or reality warpers. As long as
you comply with everything we do, without killing any more Foundation members,
without trying to escape containment. I can't promise you that we can help you kill
God, in fact, I can't promise you anything. Just comply with our demands for now and
we will hear you out without judgment.
The SCP did not respond. After several hours, 05-XX arrived on Site-118 and went to
specifically talk to the SCP. After this both SSgt Bishop and Dr. Bishop were escorted
out and were given class A amnesics.
05-█: Hello, Matthew Roderick. I have read much about you. Both in your current form and your past life.
SCP-XXXX: Small talk does not interest me. Neither do you. I want someone with real power.
05-██: Well, think of me as a middle man. Or a messenger. Tell me what you
want, and I'll tell the man with real power about your problem and maybe we can
work something out.
SCP-XXXX: The man with real power, is his name ███████ █████?
05-██: How do you possibly know this?
SCP-XXXX: To demonstrate my knowledge. I am far more capable than your
mortal minds could comprehend. My power, however, is lacking. This is where your
organization shall help me achieve my end goals. Feed me powerful souls, and I'll tell
you everything I know.
05-██: I don't understand, what exactly do you know that could help us?
SCP-XXXX: Tell me, do you have an active imagination?
05-██: What can you possibly mean by that? How can this help the foundation?
SCP-XXXX: Because mortal, my knowledge lies in culture. The collective
knowledge of everything, passed down through voice, through text, through action,
through song and dance and living, and imagination. As long as someones
imagination is active enough, and they are willing enough to share that information
with another, than culture exists. I have the entire collected database of every single
thing regarding culture, peoples beliefs, their religions, their fears. Help me gain
power, and I'll tell you everything.
05-██ was silent for several minutes.
05-██: I cannot promise you anything definitive. But, as long as you comply
with our demands, than I think we can pull a few strings to ensure your survival.
SCP-XXXX: I look forward to our future endeavors, █████ ██████.
05-██: Yes, I do to, Matthew Roderick.
SCP-XXXX: Please, call me, Zisbure.
<End Log>