Prologue

He sat quietly, surrounded by His ageless books and mysterious furnitures that mankind had done a great job of designing over the centuries. Even as the fireplace quietly burned as it had for eons now, countless - no, immeasurable - amounts of information was pouring into His limitless mind, the roars across space, the ripples and tiny crackles in the rifts of time, all of them He was aware of each passing second. Had He been human, His mind would've been destroyed in the first nanoseconds of existence from the sheer burden of so much knowledge pouring into His mind. Of course, everyone knew otherwise. Well, everyone at this Site, anyways.

Another bite of his favorite hamburger.

Even as He chewed silently, the many voices and thoughts of all mankind - as in, all the cries, struggles, triumphs and joys of mankind - filtered infinitely into His vast mind.

"Aaand he scores-!"

"Yes, Miranda, you can-!"

"IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAA-!"

"Whoa! Watch out for his butcher knife, Pete-!"

"HEY! SLENDERMAN RIPOFF-!"

He slightly raised a brow at the last one, but nonetheless the eternal and infinite voices and thoughts surged into the vast abyss that was His consciousness. He opened His mouth-

"I... I want to go home... Please...!"

"They will be cured... They must be, or my name isn't-!"

"I'm so sorry... it was the biggest mistake of my life, I-!"

"Disgusting..."

"Erm... Hello? Does someone out there need a happy hug...?"

"When I finally find that traitorous-!"

"MY FACE! MY FACE! MY FACE! MY FACE-!"

"FreeFreeFreeFreeFreeFreeFreeFreeFreeFreeFree-!"

"Mr. Mowie, what do you think it's like out-?"

"-just like that rotten [REDACTED] you called a girlfriend. Speaking of which, why don't you-?"

- and bit down casually, savoring the taste of the burger. He had been used to the many sorrowful, malevolent, lonesome, wistful and weary voices and thoughts that the Foundation's many Sites seemed to produce through its many experiments and anomalous prisoners. Even the D-Class personnel, however sinful they were prior to their stays at the Sites, were forced to endure and suffer at the hands of not only the malevolent entities the facilities contained, but even the security and higher-ups regularly tormented them. However, He had decided long ago to let humanity go on its own course, and let them face whatever justice or rewards they may or may not reap in the future. He inclined his head forward for another bite-

"Freeeee..."

Suddenly, His eyes widened at hearing that voice.

That voice... that same, impossibly old, familiar voice...

Immediately, His eyes glowed an ethereal white, scouring the many dimensions and worlds for what could possibly-

No. It couldn't be.

In a far, distant corner of the multiverse, across thousands upon thousands of universes, dimensions and realities, floating in a fixed area between the infinitely tiny gaps of space and time, there he was.

Trapped, tormented, tortured, as he had been for countless eons... until very soon. As He watched, only on chain remained upon his enormous bulk, his never changing expression empty yet eager.

Soon.

His eyes stopped glowing. He stared at his hamburger.

What to do...

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M NOT GONNA FAIL AGAIN!"

Suddenly, one voice in the eternal stream rose above the countless others. Not in pitch or volume, but in emotion. Blinking His eyes closed and then opening, He viewed where in the infinite universe the voice came from...

. . .

"C'mon... c'mon! *Huff!* Please, I can't die... *Pant, Huff!*... yet! Not after all this!"

A young man ran through yet another blank hallway, his orange jumpsuit uniform soaked in sweat, his shoes pounding against the cold floor. However, none of that mattered to Benjamin Oliver Walker at this point. He'd seen far too many horrors, monsters, ruthless guards and general insanity to give up now. Even if he wasn't killed by the guards or various monstrosities hiding throughout the facility, he knew he would most likely be recaptured and put through more torture by the Foundation if he was caught due to... recent discoveries he had made during his escape...

"Damn that computer... Gate B, my ass!" He grunted, finally coming upon an elevator. Without hesitation, he punched the elevator button, barely even registering the slight pain in his finger. He'd never made it this far before... all that pain, all that horror... it all amounted to these final moments...

The elevator doors opened, and Benjamin eagerly jumped in, not wanting to spend another minute in any one spot in that damned facility. As he waited for the doors to reopen at the destination, the ridiculously calm elevator music almost seemed more insane than the monsters this place had contained. Almost.

*Ding!*

"Finally..." Ben muttered, as the elevators opened. As soon as he stepped out, he noticed several things. One, the skylight in the ceiling with the Foundation's logo with the Sun's almost alien light boring down on him. Two: The exit that seemed so near yet so far on the opposite side of the room, leading to a bridge guarded by rails and what seemed to be a tunnel underneath, labeled "Gate A". Three: The dark-colored humanoid entity that appeared from a pitch-black hole in the ground, turning to him and laughing menacingly.

Ben's eyes widened. He'd almost forgotten about 106, and was getting ready to make a break for it. However, instead of attacking him, SCP-106 strode straight for the large exit, leaving the ground where it stepped corroded and entirely black in coloration. Ben knew from experience not to go anywhere near it. Suddenly, a helicopter's whirring blades registered in his ears, and he instantly looked up through the skylight. To his horror, several Apache helicopters were visible, hovering above the skylight with their onboard guns ready to fire.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted from somewhere, and Ben leaped to the edge of the railing to hide himself from sight. Looking to the exit, he noticed SCP-106 had walked out of the exit and was casually strolling over to the bridge, where multiple MTF soldiers were waiting.

"SCP-106 is breaking out of the facility at Gate A. Fire the H.I.D. Turret immediately. Do not let it get across the bridge.", a voice crackled over the intercom, causing Ben to think.

'They're not here for me...', Ben thought, having a realization, 'They're after him'.

Immediately, the soldiers began firing directly onto SCP-106. Hell, even several nearby turrets began firing nonstop, sending waves upon waves of bullets and missiles onto the Old Man. However, as Ben watched, the anomaly continued casually strolling forwards through the explosions and gunshots. Suddenly, Ben realized that if he made a run for it, the soldiers might not notice him at all. Leaving his hiding place, he ran through the exit, along the trail of corroded ground that 106 left, and stopped right at the bridge, where the nonstop explosions and gufire nearly rendered him deaf. Looking around desperately, Ben tried to find some other escape route.

'Come on... come on...!', He thought desperately, craning his neck until his eyes finally found a small stairway to his left that led directly under the bridge that 106 was still walking across. Knowing that the SCP would not inadvertantly distract the soldiers forever, Ben sprinted straight for the stairway and practically flew down the steps, eager to get away from the heavy artillery being fired on the bridge. He nearly tripped and fell, but steadied himself in time thanks to experience of running from monsters and hostile guards. Once he reached the bottom did he finally turn back to the bridge, noticing that the gunfire had ceased.

"Hrreeerrrarrghh!", SCP-106 screeched, melting back into the floor and out of sight. Seeing that the anomaly tha had pursued him for so long was gone, Ben almost breathed a sigh of relief...

... Until the helicopters moved away from where 106 was and turned to him, their high-powered guns trained entirely on one rogue D-Class.

"... Shit...", Ben uttered, and he turned right to notice a door to his right in the wall, and he barely leaped straight for it and out of range before the Apaches rained bullets down, dodging certain death again. Without hesitation, he smashed his fist into the button to open it, and instantly sprinted through the doorway and into a narrow tunnel underground, footsteps pounding on the metal floor. He turned his head back to see several MTF guards following him into the tunnel, guns aimed and ready to fire.

"You gotta be [REDACTED] me!" He seethed, as there was almost no room to potentially avoid any bullets they might've fired. Just then, however, something strange happened, though not stranger than the other things he'd seen.

The tunnel closed up.

Ben stopped in his tracks and wheeled around to face where the MTF guards had come, now seeing only a blank wall in the direction he'd ran from. From the looks of it, it almost seemed like the tunnel walls closed in on themselves like doors, though that wasn't possible at all. Ben stopped and mentally sighed.

'Since when does anything here qualify as "normal"?', He thought to himself. Suddenly, however, he heard several footsteps behind them, and instantly turned to face the end of the tunnel he'd originally been sprinting to. His hairs stood up straight as he realized they were a group of three soldiers dressed entirely in black... wait...

"You know too much to let them get you...", the soldier at the front said quietly and calmly, neither he nor his comrades moving an inch. Ben finally realized what was wrong.

'Wait... these aren't Foundation soldiers...', Ben realized, noticing they had different uniforms and gear than the MTF guards he'd been running from.

. . .

Huh. So that's what caused it...

He took another bite, munching softer than before and without as much vigor. He already knew this would happen, but now it was here. So many loops and restarts... so many deaths-

Wait. That was it. This might work.

He thought about it. He snapped his fingers, then went for another bite.

. . .

"... You're coming with us", the same soldier from before finished, and Ben could only watch as the soldiers by his side began walking towards him. Before he could even react to this change of events, a bright pillar of white light suddenly erupted from the ground beneath him, engulfing him as wind picked up around the light, circling him and causing the air to blow wildly around the tunnel.

*SHRIIIING!*

All at once, Ben's body began hovering off the ground, stunning him into silence from shock as his feet left the ground.

"W-WHOA! WHAT THE F$^&!? WHAT IS THIS!?", Ben yelled, having not seen anything like this during his escape of the facility. The strange soldiers immediately jumped back in surprise, obviously having not expected this either. A radio on the front soldier crackled to life.

"SN-15 to SN-12 do you copy? What is going on down there!?", a voice spoke through the radio, "Have you captured the target?".

The soldier at the front grabbed it from his vest and spoke into it. "SN-12 to SN-15, No, we haven't. Target seems to be under the effects of an unknown anomoaly, unable to contain and capture without serious risk".

The D-Class paid no mind to their conversation, only focusing on the fact that, somehow, he was floating slowly off the ground ina bright pillar of ethereal light. Slowly, he realized that his vision was slowly fading as the light around him grew brighter and brighter and the wind grew in intensity, causing the soldiers to raise their arms in front of their faces to avoid being blinded.

"W-What!? This is-!" The lead soldier was interruped by the light and wind suddenly exploding outwards, filling the entire tunnel with a blinding ethereal glow and a blast of cold air for a few moments. The soldiers stood still, arms still covering their faces, until the light died down and the dust settled. Lowering their guard, the soldiers looked ahead and were shocked.

"... W-What...?" The lead soldier asked quietly in disbelief, his cold and emotionless tone vanished and replaced by one of complete shock. Benjamin Oliver Walker, AKA D-9341, was gone. In the spot where he was last seen standing was a large black hard-cover book. It was titled "A Complete And Total Description of Over 4,000 Anomalies and Objects Contained and Utilized by the SCP Foundation", with no author signature. Sticking out of the cover of the book was a note that read:

Dear Chaos Insurgency,

Sorry for the inconvenience. Had to borrow your guy for a while. Please accept this deeply informational text as compensation, and thank you for your cooperation.

Yours Truly,

343

The soldiers simply stared in disbelief. Finally, after what felt like hours, the lead soldier of the three spoke.

"What the [REDACTED]!?"

. . .

*GASP!*

Eleven suddenly awoke in a sweat, breathing heavily. She looked about her small room in the cabin, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Using her superior senses to check her surroundings, she finally decided that there was nothing to be feared. She couldn't even remember why she had woken up, come to think about it.

Calmed down, she laid back down and felt her eyelids grew heavy, soon falling asleep. She, like all other humans at the time, was oblivious to the multiple flashes of light that rained down on the surrounding areas, each carrying an entity the potential to shake the very foundations of the world and disrupt the normalcy of the entire planet.

Then again... everyone involved would soon find out, one way or another, that the term "normal" never really had a place in the world to begin with.

. . .