"D-3249, Proceed to the next floor" The scientist spoke. It was delivered in a cold, monotonous tone. The dark stairway was illuminated by only a flood lamp carried by the man. He shivered a little, the place was cold as it was. "C-Copy." He stuttered back as a reply. "Then proceed D-3249" Was the answer. He looked over down the dark staircase, they called this SCP-087.
32 Year old Louis Kohl decided that his life was already screwed as it was. After a bank heist, the shootout between him, and six others who had participated in the heist had resulted in a bloodbath. He had killed the driver and the tech guy, before James, one of the muscle guys, threw him into a wall. Then he watched as James killed the rest with his giant hands. The boss, Murphy Grey, had arrived with his henchmen and put an end to James with a Colt Python. Then it was a blur, them dragging him out, standing in court with Murphy pinning everything on him, the heist, the shootout and the Spree Killings.
He had gotten death row with all of that. Spending 15 years in solitary confinement, feeding him slop, then he would get killed via lethal injection. But then, the Foundation had arrived. An offer, made to the death row inmates at Blackstorm Prison. After two years in death row, he jumped on the offer. Now, he would've preferred lethal injection over what the Foundation had in store for them. The second day that he was there, at Site-[REDACTED],they had to clean the room of SCP-173. Yeah, two guys were killed when they didn't pay attention. He had to clean it, keeping one eye open, and blinking the other.
After that, he was told that they were going to send in a security unit to get him out. They kept a closer eye on him after that. Then he found out from Dr.[REDACTED] that all D-Class personnel were to be killed at the end of the month. His little incident with SCP-173 had saved him. It seemed trivial to him, but studying freaks and monsters like SCP-173, everything learned from it was valuable. Then he interacted with SCP-049 with three others. Again, he was the only survivor. Because SCP-049 had left him alone for some reason. Further warranting scrutiny from the staff. He did not like it, interest from the Foundation would lead to tests, and tests led to death. He was a survivor. He could adapt, but he did not take risks.
They left him alone for about a week. Then now he was descending down the stairways of SCP-087. He had trekked down for about 5 minutes, the doctors logging down each second. He held the lamp out in front of him, as a deflection to ward off the darkness that would've overwhelmed him. Remembered that when he was younger, how he would hide under the blankets. It went on for another minute until he heard it. Pain was the first thing his mind had registered. Then a ungodly roar had followed. He collapsed, screaming while clutching his ears. He laid there, clenching his teeth and sobbing quietly. Then he heard it. A buzzing sound. The earpiece. It must've fallen when he collapsed. His left ear was bleeding, but the right was okay.
When he placed the earpiece, it sounded as if there was an argument. "This came from the O5. Take care of it immediately Desmond." A pause, and he could hear some muffled voices. "D-3249, you are to exit SCP-087 immediately. The test has been suspended." I stumbled up. Then I began to limp up the stairs. "D-3249, do you copy?" Reaching level ground, before heading up again, I replied. "I'm coming back up." The personnel on the other end sounded relieved. I trudged up slowly, as my hearing started to ring.
It seemed like a long time, but he had reached the entrance. He banged on it, then called out on to the earpiece. "I'm… I'm at the door." It opened a moment later, and he stumbled out to the arms of the Mobile Task Force. "Subject secured." One of them said. They took him to the medical bay where he was patched up. As Louis lay there, pumped full of painkillers and whatnot, one of the men in a suit approached him. They said some things that he was unable to understand.
It went on for a little, until one of the doctors told him something. The man in the suit nodded in understanding, then he left before Louis fell asleep. When he awoke, he was taken with an armed escort to a room. He did notice the structural damage in some parts, and down the hallway where the label HEAVY CONTAINMENT ZONE was seen. When he arrived to his room, there was a man, who introduced himself as an O5. "Mr. Kohl, Louis. May I call you Louis?" He inquired. I shifted a little nervously. "Yes. Louis or Louie. Both are fine." The O5 allowed a smile to grace his features. "Well, Louis, I would like to ask you some questions. Questions…" He paused for a moment. "Let us begin with SCP-201." He finished. SCP-201, some sort of parallel dimension surrounding an old IV stand. I gave the O5 the answer in my head.
"What about SCP-049?" The freaky plague doctor, it had not killed him like it had with the others. I struggled to come up with a response. The O5 must've noticed because he placed his hands up in a gesture. "We are attempting to find out what happened between the two of you. But that is not important at the moment." The O5 man picked up an envelope. "I am going to show you a picture. And I want you to describe it to me." That sounded simple, and maybe this man can help him? The O5 took out a picture. It was some sort of a pale humanoid figure. Its face was distorted, and it looked upset. "What… what was that sir?" The O5 took the picture back. "That is a live test that we are doing." Little did Louis know, that Site-[REDACTED] had been ordered to deliberately release one SCP. One that was marked for termination.
Louis was being moved to a different base. From what he gathered, they needed several SCP's for this test. He shuddered a little at the thought of being exposed to those SCP's. But he was important. Right? The O5 man had expressed interest in him. So he must have some value to the Foundation. He was still lost in his thoughts, and the van did have windows. He wasn't handcuffed and bagged like before, but the armed guards served as a form of deterrence. It wasn't as if he could over power five armed guards and escape out into the wilderness.
The O5 man, or his designation, O5-11, headed for Site-[REDACTED]. The Foundation was desperate, as with the cessation of SCP-2798, the 001 was now unrestricted. Sometimes, he wondered if the people he worked with were intelligent. One of the researchers proposed that SCP-682 be forced down into SCP-087. Another veto. Several other SCP's have been terminated, pitting them against SCP-682. That was the current method, but it would only work for so long before it broke containment. But a breakthrough had been made. SCP-1437. The hole that connected dimensions. The breakthrough was that, it was assumed that there was a containment breach, and the object that exited SCP-1437 had been identified as the remains of [REDACTED: PROTOCOL NOVA] but that was not important. What was important was that the second object that was with it, had been alive. And is currently under observation.
The O5 opened the file.
The subject was a male Caucasian about 6'1" wearing some form of armor where its durability is being tested. Along with a hoodie and jeans. The subject is armed with a shield and sword. With the note that the shield can somehow transform to form a sheath for the sword. The sword, called Crocea Mors by the subject. The subject claimed to be a "Huntsman" and that their duties were to "Protect the Kingdom from Grimm" Which we assume was their threat. It would appear that he is some sort of military in their lands, and Kingdoms suggest a monarchial government. The sword is made of an unknown material, as it is currently being checked with the one created by SCP-914. SEE ADDENDUM 5/14.
Another object of interest was what the Subject called a "Scroll" a more advanced of our smartphones. We will conduct further testing after approval by the O5 council.
Subject has identified himself as Jaune Arc, and had asked if he was in a "Atlas" military base. When asked how he got here, he said that there was a "dust" crystal explosion. He carried four on him, and it is being examined .Currently, he is in a standard cel feet. Matching the standard United States Prisons. Until further notice, he is to be kept in the cell, given breakfast, lunch and dinner at precisely 6 AM 12 PM and 6 PM. He has asked why he was being detained, also he has asked to speak to the "sister of Weiss Schnee" Weiss Schnee translating into White Snow. Dr. Mortimer has assumed that the said sister is running the operations in "Atlas" NOTES:He speaks our language, and after dinner, same culinary diets. We will proceed with a medical examination tomorrow once you arrive O5-11. YOU ARE REPRESENTING the council. Act in all manner to deal with this. We need to be prepared ever since SCP-001 has been acting up. -O5-8.
He rubbed his forehead. This was a mess in its simplest terms. The idea was that, D-3249 would be sent through, replicating the methods that this Jaune Arc had done. SCP-1437 had bridged dimensions, but always dead bodies or some random item. And the theory was that, if D-3249 survives, then SCP-096, who is currently in pursuit, would be terminated upon its entry through SCP-1437. Granted, it would be easier to move SCP-096 over to the site, but in a enraged state, nothing would stop it. From what he just read, already 3 MTF squads had been listed as casualties. The overall purpose, would be establishing contact with the other dimension. Even at this point, the Foundation was ready to send a research team into the other dimension. Consisting of several field researchers, and a MTF squad. All on a far fetched theory that if this Jaune could be here, so could the team. It just showed how desperate the Foundation was.
He never was a religious man, as the existence of SCP's had pierced doubt into him. But he decided that, if the world was falling apart, then some spiritual protection sounded good.
Louis entered through this new site, with an armed escort. A sense of dread had stuck with him ever since he had left the other site. He was lead to this SCP containment zone, and he thought he saw a blonde man in a cell. They entered the area, and he saw a giant hole in the ground, surrounded by armed guards. "Louis!" He turned to see the O5 man. "We are going to do the test immediately." He placed his hands on my shoulder, gripping them tightly and looking at Louis dead in the eye. "The fate of humanity rests on you." Louis managed to nod in confirmation and he saw a group of researchers and guards. The O5 man beckoned him to head over there, and he did as he was told. He stood and felt a little awkward as the Foundation Personnel walked around him. After sometime, one of the guards approached him. "D-3249?" He asked, and Louis nodded in confirmation. "Stand over there." He saw where there was a large group of scientists and MTF units. He did as he was told. He was a Class-D. Important enough to be spared the terminations, but still a Class-D nonetheless. After a few moments, the ground rose up where he was standing. He had not noticed it, but it was a angled platform. He turned to a doctor next to him. "Doctor, what is this tes-" He never finished his sentence has a literal explosion under him propelled the group into the hole.
His last thought was that he should've avoided the life of crime.