Having been born a refugee in the immediate aftermath, she'd never actually set foot there. But she'd heard the stories, and Krystal couldn't help but think of them now as the hoverbus soared narrowly overhead.
Somewhere on the planet Cerinia, eons ago...
They'd been waging the Second Plino-Kaartesan War for well over a month, yet nothing had changed. here the army sat atop their towers, guarding the city.
Off in the distance, they could be spotted: Something resembling a platoon, all sporting copper helmets with twin metal mohawks and a bare stripe that ran across much of their indigo craniums. Their hands were raised, yet none actually touched the fortification they were hauling. They marched, 60 to each levitating edifice, the stiltmen scouts half running and half flying ahead atop the poles strapped to their legs. Staffs in hand, they leapt towards the towers, buzzing about like angry wasps as they unleashed disproportionately big fireballs from their brazen staffs at the opposing army. All the while, the soldiers had halted, the rectangular group neatly splitting in two and marching apart as their edifice began to lower. The day before yesterday, this field was all but empty. Then, someone, somewhere, had literally seen fit to bring in the army, and the enemy responded in turn. Behind the towers sat a pyramid that was great enough to require 6666 soldiers to move it, its white limestone glimmering in the cold, distant light of The Lesser Sun, which was already being eclipsed by its greater sibling. From the top of this pyramid (which wasn't actually that big, but it was still a sight to see), Bikarypiths, 4th crowned king of the 9th dynasty, sighed, and retreated into its depths. Descending the stairs he came across one of many chambers, the walls here plated in a thin layer of gold.
"Akar?" Said the king, who knew better than to barge in when she was seeing things. It was her job, after all, and she was awfully good at it. In time, Akarypithe the Wise would go on to be remembered as one of the greatest seers of The Second Age, and right now she was serving as council to war-lord Bikarypiths. The greater sun was eating the lesser, and right on cue, the enemy soldiers had arrived.
"Akar?" He asked again, needed the advice. Dismayed, he opened the door to a sight that was astounding even by the standards of Cerinian society: The great seer was naked, eyes glowing as she floated 15 centimeters off the floor. Physically, she was here, but in reality, she was neither anywhere nor anywhen close to this planet.
"What do you see?"
"I will never let you rest. I will never let you leave. I will never let you go."
The king hated it when she was like this, and, needing to act on a rather pressing matter, he left. Whatever she was seeing now was well beyond his scope, and he had no business interrupting her like this.
Speaking of which, a phalanx of archers had taken their positions, lying in wait for the king to emerge. Spying him emerging from the pyramid, an enemy commander called out to his men.
"Archers, take aim!"
The king clutched his sword in one hand as he brought the horn to his lips in the other.
"FIRE!"
The arrows sang as the horn bellowed, the battlefield suddenly in an uproar like an unwatched pot of water on stovetop.
EvilStevilTheKenevil presents:
"CONTACT", A StarFox/SCP/Zootopia crossover
The doctor reclined in a chair, as he often did. He was working on some unimportant report on some trivial thing, one of many that had to be filed after a containment breach of this magnitude. SCP-205-2 momentarily flickering while literally nothing else happened in chamber 52 was infinitely less interesting to him than some of the other CCTV footage that had been captured during the incident. As a Thaumiel class entity, the only reason why SCP-5121 himself wasn't in such a cell was because he'd made himself useful for containing other anomalies, and that report would need to be completed one of these days.
But it could wait. The doctor had been filing reports all day, and whether or not he spent the next minute or so goofing off, he'd be filing reports for days. So, in his boredom, he did exactly that: setting the papers aside, once again dragging the slider back and clicking "play".
A video, shot from a wall mounted camera in a corner of a long concrete hallway, appeared on the screen. A psionics researcher who once had answered to a man who himself had once been called "Mitchell" appeared onscreen from the left, rounding the corner with an armed guard in tow, escorting SCP-5988 to one of Site 19's many safe rooms. Once inside, they'd lock the doors and let the MTF people do their jobs, or at least that was the plan.
In reality, it was over in seconds:
SCP-5562-C engages SCP-5988.
SCP-5562-C attempts to terminate SCP-5988. Attempt failed.
SCP-5988 terminates SCP-5562-C. Violently.
Somebody was at the door. SCP-5121 recognized the little boy immediately.
"I've been expecting you."
"Bad. Man."
"Ah, come to see the bad man now, have you not?" SCP-5121 sighed, the smile leaving his face. "They don't like me at first." He'd said to a boardroom. "None of them do. But eventually, they all come around. By then, something terrible has happened. By then, they've been broken. By then, they seek that which is like themselves, and so they come to me." Why? Why did it have to be so soon?
He hated being right all the time. Especially now.
"It hurts." SCP-5988 refused to take so much as a step inside his office, so he walked over.
"I know it does. What's wrong?" He said, kneeling down as he reached for the boy's shoulder. He didn't even need to enter, he could feel it from here.
"It hurts so much."
"Please, I need you to-" SCP-5988 collapsed, sputtering in what resembled an epileptic fit.
SCP-5121 made for his desk, reaching for the intercom.
"This is doctor-" something grabbed his leg. The boy, his face tranquil, was right behind him.
"What do you do with the mad that you feel?"
"-never mind." the doctor hung up. Come with me, kid. I've something to show you.
And so the poor kid followed.
Hello there, dear readers!
I've had an idea for a Zootopia/StarFox crossover for quite a while now, and eventually, they clumped together into something I could turn into a story. As I explored what was originally a StarFox/Zootopia crossover, however, I realized two things: My secret underground laboratory, in which much of the story was to take place, was beginning to look a lot like Site 19, and that various odds and ends of the SCP foundation were becoming increasingly useful and downright essential for the story to work at all. So, I abandoned a mere handful of subtle references and decided to straight up include the SCP mythos, by name, in all its reality-warping glory.
Besides, it's a mythos, which means that (within reason) I can do whatever the hell I want with it.
And by "within reason", I don't mean "PKMN trainer 173 wants to battle! Dr Bright uses SCP-963 on a hook. It's very effective!", or anything along those lines (although Bright attempting to possess Peanut would make quite an amusing incident report). What I mean is that this story could more or less fit in with the rest of the mythos, aside from the fact that literally everyone involved is a furry. Alternate timelines, parallel worlds, and multiple legit anthro SCP's are no stranger to the mythos, so even then it might fit somewhere. Who knows?
In other words, this is a Zootopia/StarFox crossover with lots of nerdy SCP-shit lumped together into a glorious little amalgamation that would make the ball of sharp proud. I am also, for once, trying to keep this T rated, if only to try to broaden my potential audience. Crossovers are niche enough as is, and people have to opt in to seeing M rated stuff on this site, you know.
Disclaimer:
First: This isn't a WildeHopps story. If you were hoping for that, just stop reading now.
Second: Although I have gone to some effort to ensure that people who aren't passingly familiar with The Foundation and its hijinks can still follow along, I must nevertheless recommend that you read up on this stuff now, if you haven't already, because it actually is important for the plot (I'd go into more detail, but at that point I'd be spoiling my own story). For those who aren't in the know: You can start by reading the "The Things Dr Bright Is Not Allowed To Do At The Foundation" on the SCP wiki. Feel free to click on at least half of the hyperlinks.
TL;DR: This is an SCP story. Be sure you know what that is.
"Sorry, um, about earlier." Akarypithe the Wise was blushing, slightly.
"So strong, it was. From the gods, it must have been. I did not mind it at all." The king, for diplomatic reasons, was lying. He'd done it before, and would do it again countless times, but in his mind it was never outright deception, for he was merely omitting a truth as required to remain polite. When you are king (and Bikarypiths certainly was), you must know these things.
"What did you see?" He asked.
"There will be a great warlord, his power quenched in fury. He can only arrive once a great calamity has struck, unlike any known to our people."
"Will this warlord pose a threat to my kingdom?"
Akarypithe burst into laughter.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed "we'll both be loooooooooong dead."
The king sighed.