Notes: This is my first story, YAY!
If you aren't a common SCP person, like if you just thought SCPs came from Containment Breach, then GTFO. Now, if you know a lot about SCPs, then, please read. PLEASE!
Doctor Wayne Elias POV
"OH MY GOD!"
"O Deus meus!"
"Why? Why? Stop freaking copying me!"
"Quid? Quid? Provocares me freaking prohibere!"
A new SCP came in recently, it repeats whatever someone says nearby in Latin. It's a radio, and we are testing to see what we can do to it, see if we can mess it up. Not very common of us. We sent in a D-Class who knows Latin to see his reaction.
"D-45123, please say something in Latin." I said through the microphone.
""(XLV)CXXIII-D, RV latine aliquid dicere." It said back. Huh, it says numbers as roman numerals. Interesting.
The D-Class punched the wall. "Okay... Okay... Umm.. let's see... uhh... Adolebit in infernum."
The radio (SCP-1451) started emittimg something from its speakers. A reading revealed that... it was dioxygen difluoride. Dioxygen difluoride is so volatile that it makes almost any organic substance ignite and explode at any temperature hotter than 300°F below zero. It can literally make ice catch fire. Crap. Well, after about, 12 hours, we cleaned it up, but the skip was gone. F***. Just another day at the Foundation.
Max Pov
We've been flying all day, after we left the island. We found Fang and the rest of the gang later, and started looking for somewhere new to stay. After the end of the world, well, it hasn't really ended. It turns out the dieases thing failed. Good job planning the end of the world, right?
Anyways, it was going good, when, suddenly, Iggy yelled out, "Look! I think it's a helicopter out there, its headed for us!" Hiding isn't much good anymore, considering were already pretty famous cuz' of the CSM stuff, flying around in public. So, it probably was coming to kill us. Not good, we're allergic to death.
I wasn't surprised when it fired missles at us.