He awoke and looked upon the timer. 16:23:03. He had snoozed for a good while, definitely much more than just a minute. But, he still had 16 hours left. Silas was left with an inherent feeling of dread, as though something would happen… But that was a future Silas issue.
He looked at his current stats, a 50 in power, a 14 in agility, a 15 in constitution, and a 5 in Magic. All four stats were not at all balanced, and he thought for a second. He equipped the cloak, now covering his face with the hood.
He knew precisely how he wanted to raise his stats of course, he felt sluggish against the anomaly he had slaughtered just now. So, he decided to do a 3:1 split in Constitution and Agility.
Power: 50
Agility: 164
Constitution: 65
Magic: 5
As Silas felt the power settle within his core, he felt like he could see and view reality at a much improved rate. The gap gifted to him from the average person was already notable, but now that the bow felt just a bit heavy to wield.
It summoned an arrow, brighter than even the flashlight Tanner used to wield in the chamber of 939. There was a shiver that went down Silas’s spine as he thought of his friend… The very same friend he left for dead all the way back in the Light Containment Zone.
Silas couldn’t help but wonder who the hell designed this facility. He walked up the slope created by the giant lizard. One thing that was let loose by whatever facilitated the breach. By whatever decided to let him free that wasn’t Tanner.
He had an idea that someone was behind the breach, that someone wanted to cause chaos against the Foundation, and whoever that was… It was an interesting line of thought, appealing in that it would allow him to blame someone else for Tanner’s death.
He got to where he’d been compelled to head down where the lizard came from, and decided to keep moving through the facility itself. Better safe than sorry… I almost died against 106, and I don’t know what the hell that lizard was…
Silas didn’t think too hard about where he was wandering. He saw SCP-173 again, but it passed him by easily, as he wandered aimlessly, gripping the level 3 keycard as tightly as he could.
It almost snapped in his grip despite the lack of stress he planted on the card. He found a chamber, labeled SCP-008 within a few minutes. He let time pass by, something he could afford to do.
When you can run 160 meters in 6 seconds you can anyways. 16:16:05. He didn’t know how long that time was spent wandering in circles. He planted the keycard into the slot, and was denied.
The room was split into two, one of which was already open, looking akin to an airlock. Inside was a button and a hazmat suit within. Beyond that, was unviewable from within.
He backed out of the airlock, and saw the image. It looked indescribable, at least to him. He thinks he saw something similar in a science textbook, kinda like a protein or whatever?
It looked wrong though. There was also just a vibe about the room. It felt important why there was a hazmat suit to begin with. He shuddered to think of whatever the hell may be in this room.
If only I didn’t kill Tanner. Was the only thought left in his head as he decided to do something not too smart. He was equipping the hazmat suit, the System offering to speed things up.
He declined. He let himself finagle with the zippers, before realizing why the System offered in the first place. He couldn’t get a proper air tight seal, and 64 constitution may allow immunity to fever or similar…
This was probably something like a plague that just killed the brain, maybe like CWD in the deer he hunted. That would be terrifying to catch, and hell he just killed an old man with spatial manipulation.
It’d also be embarrassing to die to whatever this was afterwards. He accepted the systems help as it flashed away for a singular moment in a familiar blue, and he was suddenly encumbered.
It felt more encumbering than it actually was, with the hazmat suit maybe only being encumbering if you couldn’t just tear open the metal doors of the facility, the steel walls of the Heavy Containment Zone actually meaning something.
He stumbled back into the button, and saw the glass barrier into the room he was going to see if his keycard let him in. There was a paper there, one that had the same symbol he saw on the paper that labeled this 008.
It had a caption written in the smallest text known to man so he couldn’t read it from this side of the glass. Of course, he could just break the glass like a madman to read the paper, or maybe he could…
Maybe he could close the giant metal casket that held the SCP contained, releasing it all over the room with the top open. “Wait, where the fuck is the decontamination part?” He could sense the virus in the air, clinging to his hazmat suit.
He could sense the issue that was attacking his hazmat suit, trying to do whatever the fuck this SCP does to people. “Oh, fuck me.” He rushed to close the container, but so much damage had been done.
And since it was actually probably like a misfolded protein or some other bullshit like that, he couldn’t just kill it. He let loose more swears as he kicked at the metal wall, denting it a few times.
The loud bang attracted something, with footsteps approaching at a rate much quicker than he’d like. Someone who seemed a bit more aggressive too. They halted in front of the door, and simply stated.
“Come out with your hands up.” The operative on the other side of the door ordered. Silas felt like screaming out to them that whatever the hell was in here was running rampant in here.
So he did. “Hey, halt you fuckers!” He took a step forward in the hazmat suit. If he took it off, he’d be infected fairly quickly. He didn’t know if it was airborne, he wasn’t a doctor. But there was a reason there was an airlock typa thing right?
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“This place is contaminated with whatever the fuck you have in here! Open the door to the ri-” Silas quickly corrected himself, towards the proper direction. “To the left of the one you think I’m in!”
When the door did open, he was shocked to see a D-class. Someone in an orange jumpsuit, facing him from behind the glass. He was wearing a gas mask, and even had a S-Nav just in hand. Alongside a Level 5 keycard.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in that containment chamber?” The D-class demanded of Silas. The janitor took a step back out of more shock than actual offense.
“No, who are you?” Silas let out a laugh. This was literally the one guy that he outranked in classification level. He at least knew of SCP-970… But he also had a Level 5 keycard. He had the air of experience. Enough that it made Silas gulp down the air inside the hazmat suit, which at this point was likely much more limited than he’d like.
“Right, maybe I should’ve started with that. I’m D-9341.” The D Class was quick to answer. He looked as Silas with nothing given away in his body language, like he was a game character. “Listen, I have a pill of SCP-500, took it from SCP-035’s chamber.”
Silas lifted an eyebrow at that, and looked more confused than ever. “What the fuck are either of those?” Silas couldn’t help but think about what the fuck the site went through when he went through that portal.
It was similar enough, just nobody had the system before then. “Pardon?” The D-Class’s only answer was a sound of more surprise than Silas felt. “No, I’m sorry, don’t you work here?”
Silas nodded, but before he could explain himself, D-9341 sighed. “Whatever. I’m not here to fight you. I don’t even have a gun.” D-9341 raised his hands, and put a little red pill atop the counter top.
“SCP-500 is a pill that’ll fix you right on up.” D-9341 says, not with a raised voice, but he mutters something after. Silas never realized just how heightened his ability to hear would be with Agility. “There goes my all achievement run… But this is new.”
“All achievement run?” Silas repeated, in a usual indoor voice. The D-class flinched back, but nodded. “What, you think this is some kind of game?” Silas asked, his voice filled with more incredulity than he deserved. He had the game-like system, after all.
The silence from D-9341 was louder than any words could be in that case. “I will leave the pill of SCP-500 for you. I hope to never see you again; anomaly.” The word the D-class used was more of a curse than anything else. It was clear the D-class wasn’t expecting Silas. Wasn’t expecting much, but not Silas.
Silas looked at the D-Class as he left, leaving the door open and the pill. Silas opened the airlock, and took off the hazmat suit. At least the air within the room was removed and then replaced with air from the outside.
He took off the hazmat suit, and found himself quickly with a new disease according to the System. Similar to when he fought whatever the hell those 966 things were. The D-Class was long gone when he opened the door.
[Infected: SCP-008-01]
Silas couldn’t quite grasp the effects, but his mind felt sluggish. Felt weaker as well. He opened his status screen to see what the hell this SCP was actually doing to him. He saw some numbers shift around, but he saw the detriment on his stats.
Power: 50 (-35%)
Agility: 164 (-50%)
Constitution: 65 (-25%)
Magic: 5 (-33%)
Oh fuck me. He stumbled his way into the room the D-class left open. He found the pill, and the system automatically placed it in his inventory. He felt more violent too, as his arm quickly landed against the countertop. It shattered.
[Unique Item Acquired; SCP-500-24]
[SCP-500-24 Used!]
[Uninfected: SCP-008]
He quickly took the pill, and the effects were instant. He felt his power return in a negative light. His movement doubling again he accidentally hit his head against the wall behind it, denting it.
He laughed a little bit at his power. And he moved forward wondering if he’d see that D-class ever again. After his tantrum he lost quite a good amount of time. An actually great amount of time. 16:03:10
Shit. He walked through the endless halls, winding up at the same chamber over and over again. Eventually, he found himself at a checkpoint. The walls all looked the same, and it had a screen completely shut off.
It was labelled entrance zone. Of course; Silas moved forward to open it off instinct, allowing his arm to move for him. The keycard was denied, with a little message on the screen saying Level 5 Clearance Required.
“Fuck that.” Silas walked forward and simply tore at the door. It didn’t withstand too well, with the screeching being the most notable mention. The door peeled at the ends where his fingernails dug into the steel.
Silas laughed a little as he saw the metal shift to the orange painted drywall? Whatever the fuck the walls were made of, probably just brick. He noted the elevators up and he walked straight forward.
As soon as the timer hit 16:00:00, the announcement came on with a sequence of beeps. “Mobile Task Squad Epsilon-11, Designated Nine Tailed Fox, have entered the facility. Please stay in the evacuation shelters and do not make a move for the exits until they have secured the facility.”
Silas shrugs, allowing the elevator to carry him up. He was going up for a solid minute or two before the elevator doors opened with a ding. He saw more of the orange painted walls, with the white paint covering the top.
It was quiet, as he walked through the Entrance Zone. This was actually the zone he usually spent a majority of his time, looking at the posters and scoffing with Tanner about the obvious propaganda.
Now the tone was different as he tore a poster off the wall about the Mobile Task Forces being all proud and bullshit. It was the militarized force of the Foundation. The militarized force that acted as though everything in the world that we don’t understand is a ticking time bomb waiting to kill.
Silas chuckled dryly as he walked throughout the facility; his footsteps echoing throughout the empty hallways that he used to sweep. They were too quiet, nobody within them, and even the lighting was flickering ever so slightly.
The breach treated the familiar hallways so cruelly, it also changed the order. The familiar hallways never quite felt just so much like a labyrinth; and of course nothing else was nearby.
He heard gunshots nearby, along with someone screaming to stop. Yelling out an order to stop to whoever was being shot at. He heard a sigh of disappointment further down the hallway, and unsure who was being shot at, he apprehensively stepped out.
The intercoms spoke out once more, with a warning to both Silas and the D-class he was sure. “We will be doing a camera scan of the facility, we will then ping your S-Nav systems of all locations of what we find.”
Oh fuck me. He saw nothing in the hallway where the gunshots rang out, but he did see something fucking spooky for himself. A tall white skinny dude just facing the wall. He turned away through an instinct and the system screaming at him to.
[System Message: Look Away!]
[SCP-096, An immortal killing machine! Kills whatever looks at its face.]
Fuck. Was the only thought he held as he faced the wall. Definitely not the same wall he always faced on his days off. Didn’t help with the sweat beading at the back of his neck either.
[Name: Silas]
[Class: Ranger]
[Level: 21]
[Experience: 4/74]
[Stats:
POWER: 50
AGILITY: 164
CONSTITUTION: 65
MAGIC: 5]
[Health: 650/650
Mana: 500/500
Movement Speed: 158
Evasion: 163 (+3)
Reaction Speed: 1]
Skills:
[Unarmed Strike]
[Dash]
[Sweeping Strike] 10/10
[Warning Shot] 5/5
[Sniper Shot] 3/3
[Basic Slowdown]
[Acid Splash]
[Speed Increase]
Traits:
[Human]
[Cleaner]
[Natural Shot] 0/2
[Light Poison Damage Resistance]
Inventory:
[Pistol]
[Simple Hunting Bow] (4/10)
[Steel Gauntlet] (13/30)
[Starshooter of Lightner’s Wrath] (50,000/50,000)
[Wooden Arrows] (5/5) x19
[Leather Chestplate] (7/10)
[9V Battery] x2
[Eyedrops] (1/1)
[Cloak] (15/15)
[Leather Chestplate] (10/10)
[Slice of Cheese] (1/1)
[Slice of Bread] (1/1) 3x
[Simple Hunting Bow] (10/10)
[Rusty Longsword] (5/5)
[Steel Flail]
[Silver Crossbow]
Achievements:
[Escape the Pocket Dimension]
Quests:
[Quest Allotted; Help a Guy Out]
[Condition: Escape the Facility at least Once.]
[Time Limit: 24 Hours]
[Reward: 10 Levels, 10 Legendary Skills, 10 Legendary Traits, 5 Mythical Skills, 5 Mythical Traits, System Does Not Infect This World]
[Punishment for Failure: System employs the ‘Infection’.]
