SCP:-005
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I was resting comfortably in my home in Baghdad, my family and friends all around me along with the vast amount of goods and gold I had collected on my previous voyages. Everything was perfect, almost. My cousin Rakeem ran towards the house, shouting, "The dead are rising from their graves to attack the living! Allah help u-!" I looked out my window, and saw a massive group of... corpses. But, they were alive, how could this be? I grabbed my sword from the stand by my bed. No sooner do I do that, than behind me I hear a loud whoosh. I whirl around, and there is a man, a young man, dressed in loose dark clothes, a blue mask on his face that seemed to have some blackish substance leaking from the eyeholes. I cried out in surprise, but he quieted me by saying, "Take my hand, it's too dangerous here. We must go, now." Too shocked to refuse, I did. There was another whoosh, and we were atop a cliff overlooking Baghdad. The city, my home, was burning. I could hear the screams of the people dying from far below. The masked one turned me around. "You cannot go back there, Baghdad is lost, and soon, the world, if you do not help me stop this. I nodded. "I will help you, as much as I can. What is your name?" there was a pause, then an answer. "My friends call me Jack, just Jack." Without further delaying, he took an ordinary looking knife and slammed it into a hole in the rock. Immediately, the flat stone face in front of us groaned, and began to open! "Welcome to the Singular Containment Protocols, Version 5, or SCP:-005 for short." No sooner than he said that, we heard a crunching of feet on loose rock from behind us. "Don't look, just follow my lead and RUN!" Jack took off down the stairs at a dead sprint, not looking to see if I was following. So, I decided to follow. I took off down the stairs, and was only a few steps down when my foot landed upon a blackish substance, like the stuff on Jack's mask. I slipped, fell, and tumbled body first down the stairs until I hit more black stuff, and this time stuck. I felt something warm trickling down my head. I looked up, and saw a terrifying sight. A tall man, dressed in elegant black and white clothes, with no discernible face, towered above me, only maybe a flight's worth of stairs from me. I was hauled roughly to my feet, and pulled none too gently along down the stairs, the black and white speckles leaving my vision. This continued to the bottom of the impossibly long flight of stairs, where we were met by a flat, smooth metallic wall. We were trapped.
Jack turned me around to face him. "Are you alright?" I nodded woozily. "Good, now give me your sword, or a dagger, whichever." I drew one of my curved knives from its sheath at my waist. He took it and slammed it into a crevice in the rock. The metal groaned, and began to open, just like the rock. Not a moment too soon, as that same man came down the stairs towards us. With no time to lose, I drew my sword. My head was pounding, and those speckles entered my vision again. I leaned back, aimed as best I could, and hurled the blade end over end at the monstrous thing. I hit it dead in the chest. The thing staggered, black stuff spurting from its chest. The figure fell back, and the door finally creaked open. We dashed through, Jack grabbing the dagger from the wall as he did. This caused the door to start shutting again. But the thing sat up, drawing the blackened sword from its chest. I tapped Jack, and said, "That thing's getting up again!" It rose with blinding speed, and its arm extended impossibly far, sword poised to strike. The door shut with a clang just as the sword clanged off the door. We both took a breath of relief. Then Jack said, "You did well, but there is much more danger ahead. This place is meant to keep the things that society fears the most away from everyone. Those stories you were told as a kid about the Boogeyman, monsters in the closet, or under the bed? The things in those stories are all true, and they are all here. Welcome to what may be your worst nightmare. I see that you are a capable adventurer, Sinbad, and have a thirst to explore. But are you sure you can handle the horrors here in SCP-005?" He seemed to be staring deep into my soul. "Yes, I think I'm up for it."
Sorry, this part was a little long, the rest are shorter. Stick with me and follow me for more parts- Coming Soon!