B5-1: Radio check.
B5-2: Check.
B5-4: Check.
B5-3: Check.
B5-5: Check.
B5-1: Director, please confirm you are receiving audio and video feed.
Director Gerreth: Loud and clear. Remember, two and four, you are to secure the theater and remain stationary. One and three, advance down the road at walking pace until you observe lights rapidly flashing. At that point, three, you should stay back and refrain from observing the SCP in any way while one should attempt to enter a trance state by looking at the SCP. If this happens, three should stand guard and prevent harm from coming to one. And five- you advance further down the road and check out the innermost parts of SCP-5258 between the north and south traffic lights. We have yet to explore that area. Everyone got it? Get going.
B5-1: Two, four, and five do as he says. Three stay with me.
B5-2 and B5-4 enter a jogging pace down the road and turn right at the first traffic light to enter the theater. B5-5 jogs past the first traffic light, further into the SCP. B5-1 and B5-3 wait for the appearance of SCP-5258-A, walking down the road.
B5-4: One, see anything yet?
B5-1: (sigh) No, two, we haven't seen anything yet. The traffic lights are still going from red to green, and there isn't any man in a suit.
B5-4: Well, have you seen anything else?
B5-1: Why don't you ask five what she's seen so far? Five, have you seen anything interesting?
B5-5: I'm glad you asked! It was a really long jog, but I can see another traffic light up ahead. It looks like there's a bunch of homes on the left and right.
Director Gerreth: Start exploring either of those neighborhoods. Report any traces of life, or evidence for what might have caused this area to disappear. We're going to have you all stay the night if we don't find anything.
B5-5: What? Seriously?
Director Gerreth: No complaining. Have some sense of professionalism.
B5-3: Look! Lights are flashing. Get ready, one, we're about to see some weird shit.
B5-3 turns around to wait for B5-1 to enter a trance state.
B5-1: I can see the man. He's coming down the road at walking pace. He has short brown hair and a goatee…
B5-3: Try not to get yourself killed, one.
B5-1: But… I know this guy, though! He wouldn't kill me. He's a friend from my one of my previous jobs. What's he doing here? Hey! Hey, guy!
B5-1 approaches SCP-5258-A, and stops a few feet in front of him.
B5-1: Hey man, what's up?
SCP-5258-A walks past B5-1, and B5-1 keeps following him and talking.
B5-1: Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you find him. You really should call the police.
B5-4: The fuck is one going on about?
Director Gerreth: Don't interrupt.
B5-1: Don't say that. Plenty of kids go missing and turn up later.
The lights stop flashing. The power goes out.
B5-3: Uh, director?
B5-2: Th-that kid just appeared! It's sitting right there, healthy as ever!
Director Gerreth: Grab the kid.
B5-2 grabs SCP-5258-B by its right arm. It screams.
SCP-5258-B: Help! Somebody please come help me! Somebody help!
B5-2: It's freaking out again.
SCP-5258-B starts to bleed from the chest, and dies. SCP-5258-A begins sprinting, heading towards the theater.
B5-3: That guy can move!
B5-1: Shit. Three, what happened? I went into a trance, right?
Director Gerreth: You did. The SCP is now headed towards the theater. Be ready for anything.
B5-4: Got it.
B5-4 and B5-2 ready their rifles, aiming them at the doorway.
B5-5: What's going on? The man in the suit is running to the theater?
Director Gerreth: Presumably so. He began sprinting down the road to the town square as soon as the child died. My theory on the two being related in some way seems to have been confirmed.
B5-5: Are two and four in danger?
Director Gerreth: We don't know.
B5-2: I can hear him coming towards the-
SCP-5258-A runs into the theater and past B5-2 and B5-4. He stops in front of SCP-5258-B. B5-2 and B5-4 point their guns at him.
B5-2: What the hell is he doing?
SCP-5258-A turns to face B5-2 and B5-4. They keep their stance, ready to fire. The lights turn on again, and it disappears.
B5-1: Radio che- wait, what's going on?
B5-5: I'm in some neighborhood right now.
B5-2: The theater. We all entered a trance?
B5-1: It looks like it. I'm already past the first intersection. I've got a memory gap of over 100 meters of movement from the entrance.
Director Gerreth: You're correct. You've been in there for over half of an hour. For now, there's no need to take any more risks. Please return.
B5-1: Got it.
B5-4: "Got it?" Ok, cool, we're just gonna move on from the giant memory gap.
B5-5: I haven't checked out any of these homes yet. Strangely, there are no cars here. All of the lights are off. Director, I'd like permission to stay and investigate on my own.
Director Gerreth: Permission granted.
B5-1: Going after the promotion, I see.
B5-5: Yeah.
MTF Bravo-5, excluding B5-5, leaves the SCP. B5-5 enters a blue and white single family home.
B5-5: Something smells awful in here. This may sound childish, but it sounds like a really bad fart. Other than that, it seems pretty typical. There's an NES in the living room, and a typical kitchen setup with a stove, oven, refrigerator, and microwave.
B5-5: Director Gerreth, I'd like permission to self administer class W mnestics.
Director Gerreth: Permission granted. We don't need any more evidence of amnestic effects.
B5-5 injects herself with class W mnestics while walking towards the door to the backyard. She opens the door.
B5-5: Nothing unusual out here either. There's a small playground set. This family was fairly wealthy, by the looks of it.
B5-5: Why are all of the cars missing, while so much else remains? Sure, maybe this was a neighborhood of people who like walking, but it wasn't built like that.
B5-5 enters the house again, and goes up the stairs.
B5-5: That stench is getting stronger.
B5-5 enters a bedroom to her left. There's a rotting corpse on the floor.
B5-5: This is awful.
B5-5 examines the corpse.
B5-5: They look to be in their early twenties. I can't tell what killed them.
Director Gerreth: There might be other bodies.
B5-5: It sure smells like it.
B5-5 leaves the room and checks the closet.
B5-5: Nothing in here.
B5-5 checks another room. It's a larger bedroom. There is one corpse on the left, with its head destroyed. What remains is resting against the wall. Another corpse lies on the bed.
B5-5: Another set of bodies.
B5-5 checks the body on the bed.
B5-5: There's a chunk missing from her neck. There's bite marks.
B5-5: Director, can you make sense of any of this?
Director Gerreth: No. My guess is as good as yours.
B5-5 looks out through the window.
B5-5: There's another body in the backyard opposite to this home's. It's surrounded by glass shards.
B5-5 leans into the window. Dozens more bodies are visible down the block, in other backyards.
B5-5: Christ. It looks like nobody had an opportunity to escape. Some of them killed each other, too, judging from the bite.
Director Gerreth: What's especially odd is that, as I'm sure you've already realized, nobody with connections to the people in this town noticed their deaths. We couldn't even find anyone connected to this place.
B5-5: Awfully convenient. For us.
B5-5 exits the house. For the next twelve minutes, she silently walks the streets of the eastern neighborhood.
B5-5: Well, talk about standing out. The lights are on in that house.
Director Gerreth: You know what to do.
B5-5 approaches the house. She grabs her nose.
B5-5: More corpses. It's really strong this time.
B5-5 enters the house, slowly opening the door, on guard with her rifle.
Director Gerreth: Nothing out of the ordinary.
B5-5: The smell seems to be coming from the garage.
B5-5 carefully opens the garage door. A large pile of corpses fills the space. She steps backwards.
B5-5: …Oh.
B5-5: I'm not sure what I expected.
B5-5 enters the garage and approaches the pile.
B5-5: There's markings beneath the pile, written in chalk. They form a square. I'm going to get a better look.
B5-5 lifts one of the corpses.
B5-5: That looks like… Hindi?
Director Gerreth: Good observation. You're almost correct, it's Sanskrit.
Director Gerreth (muffled): I'm going to need a translator. Go get someone who knows Sanskrit.
B5-5 lifts more corpses to photograph the bits of writing.
B5-5: I hope Sanskrit is read left to right. Otherwise, the order is gonna be inconvenient for whoever gets these photographs.
Director Gerreth: Hold on, we've got someone here.
B5-5: I'm sending you the photos. While you wait for the upload to finish, I'm going to move the bodies to the living room so we can get a better look at what's underneath.
B5-5 moves the bodies, one by one, to the living room.
B5-5: Ah!
B5-5: Sorry. This guy's hand fell over my shoulder and hit my back.
The radio remains mostly silent for the next five minutes.
Director Gerreth: Our translator friend here, Peter, has been having a bit of trouble with the images we've gotten from you so far, but we'll make do. He says this language isn't the same as the Sanskrit he was taught.
B5-5: Is it read left to right?
Peter (heard through the Director's microphone): Yes!
B5-5: Cool.
More time passes. Nothing beneath the pile has been revealed.
Director Gerreth: We've received all of your images. Good work. Peter's gotten a better idea of how to translate this, so he'll be able to crank out a translation soon.
B5-5: Understood.
B5-5: You'd think there would be some fun arcane symbols in this weird ritualistic circle.
Director Gerreth: Peter's handed me the translation. "And so they gained friendship, through their understanding, what they would gain, from their good."
Director Gerreth: Seems awfully cliché.
B5-5 moves a body. Beneath it, there's another copy of the boy, in better health than the other corpses.
B5-5: It's him again.
Director Gerreth: Of course it is. I'm sure you've connected the dots, too.
B5-5: The man was trying to resurrect his son by calling on a Hindu God? I hadn't considered the possibility that those gods in particular are real.
Director Gerreth: They don't have to be for any of this to make sense. That kid is still dead, after all.
B5-5: I hope so. No disrespect intended.
B5-5: Hey, I've got an idea. What if I tried repeating the ritual?
Director Gerreth: Repeating the ritual? Wouldn't you need more corpses?
B5-5: Of course.
Director Gerreth: We don't stockpile D-class bodies, if that's what you're wondering.
B5-5: Well, can you start stockpiling?
Director Gerreth: I'd have to get authorization from the 05 council.
Director Gerreth remains silent for a moment.
Director Gerreth: I'll send a notice. For now, I suggest you return.
B5-5: So…
Director Gerreth: I'll include a recommendation for a promotion.
Director Gerreth: …Not gonna celebrate?
B5-5: That'd be premature. Thank you, though.
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