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SCP Containment Breach: Nightmares Unleashed

Chapter Two:

The Creature with Many Voices

Keith was undoubtedly wary now, and had many questions. Who was this mysterious stranger? Were they friend or were they foe? What did they want from him? How did they know he would be here? The figure remained motionless as Keith contemplated his choice, the abyss that was their face staring intently at Keith. With a sigh, he sat down.

"Can I get you a drink?" The figure genially asked Keith, confusing him. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, I'll have some Fanta." Keith said cautiously, wondering if the man would somehow conjure the drink from the air.

The hooded man got up and paced over to the machine next to him, Keith walked up and got a closer look, there was a QWERTY keyboard on the machine and it had a picture of a Coffey cup full of Coffey at the top. The man input 'Fanta' into the keyboard and pressed enter, at the bottom, there was an opening for someone to place a cup and one rose up and the drink poured into the cup.

"Charming thing they have here," The man said in marvel as he gave Keith the cup, "You can get nearly anything to come out, as long as it's able to be a liquid."

The man then stepped aside to let Keith have a try. Keith typed in the word 'life' and much to his surprise, the cup came out and a drink poured out into the cup. Keith looked at the cup of white liquid, he then drank it. The drink tasted unlike any other drink Keith had tasted before and he felt better than ever, he watched as the bullet wound to his arm slowly healed and patched itself up, leaving no trace of an injury except for the lingering stain of blood on his shoulder.

"Fascinating," The man mused, it was as if he were amused by Keith's actions.

Keith turned to the man and there was another plate of pizza on the table and he sat at the table with the hooded man. The two ate in silence, the man using a fork and knife to avoid getting any food on his black leather gloves. Keith's inner child began to get the best of him and he excused himself and went back to the drink machine. He then entered 'gold' and another cup popped up and the liquid poured, Keith looked at the golden liquid in amazement and lightly tapped the cup as quick as he could and found no heat at all, and he picked up the cup and guessed the cup was special. Keith then found a tray and poured the liquid into the rectangular silverware area, all while the man sat and waited. The gold hardened and Keith tapped it, it was cool and now he had a solid bar of gold to take with him.

"Now that's something new," The man mused once again, and Keith turned towards the man.

"Who are you?" Keith asked him and the man just stared.

"I am who I am, and whoever I need to be." The man said cryptically and got up from the table, he tossed a card to Keith and he caught it. "Consider this a gift for amusing me, try not to die to easily now."

The man disappeared into smoke once more and left Keith alone. Keith examined the card, it had the number one at the top of the yellow banner and a magnetic strip on the other side, questions whirled about in his head 'Why is he helping me? What's going on here?' Keith pushed his questions aside, having the feeling that he would meet his mysterious helper once again and went back to his cup of gold and poured the rest out.

"This I have to take with me." He grinned and took the two bars with him.

Keith walked up to the second landing, he saw a spot on the wall above the door begin to corrode and ran to the other door. Keith slid the key in and the pad dinged as he slid the key back out and the door opened with a hiss. Keith shut the door behind him and sprinted down the corridor. Suddenly the door opened and a guard sprinted into the room, due to both of the speed of the two of them, they both crashed into each other and the guard let out a yelp of pain along with a stream of vile profanities.

Keith recognized the voice.

"It's me Keith, I was the one who…" Keith began and the female guard placed a finger to his lips.

"I know, thank you." The guard replied and she hastily got up, Keith turned and saw the statue was now behind the two of them, "This way!"

The guard led Keith to the other door and opened it up; the two sprinted away from the rotting man as fast as the woman could go. Suddenly, an arm jumped up from the corroded spot on the ground and latched onto Keith's leg, the necropsied man's grinning face emerged from the ground and Keith stomped hard on it, bashing the man's head in repeatedly until he threw Keith aside and emerged from the corroded spot. The guard opened fire and drew the old man's attention away from him as he got up.

"Go, I'll find a way around him, get out of here now!" The guard yelled to him and Keith ran in the opposite direction.

He sprinted down to the keypad and inserted the key, leaving the doors open so the guard could have a clear path to him, he made his way back to the T intersection and saw the homicidal statue at the door to his left so he stared at it and continued straight, exiting the room and closing the door. He found himself in an elevator and pressed the down button. The elevator shakily descended downwards and slowly came to a grinding halt, the elevator dinged as the doors opened. Keith found himself in what looked to be a poorly lit iron storage area, much like an old war hanger. Metal crates littered the area and Keith's footsteps clanged loudly across the floor. Something snarled around the corner and Keith pressed against the wall as close as he could, he could hear something hissing and snarling while it's clanging footsteps echoed through the hanger. The monster passed and Keith accidentally kicked something and it clattered to the ground loudly.

"Hey! Who's there?!" A woman called out to Keith, she seemed to be slightly frightened, "Hello?"

Keith perked up, a survivor! He walked around the corner and accidently bumped into one of the guards, yelping in surprise; the guard quickly held a hand over Keith's mouth and shushed him.

"Shh! That isn't a person speaking." The guard whispered to Keith, he then lowered his hand. "There's an SCP down here that can mimic voices, specifically to lure people into their jaws."

"O-Oh…" Keith gulped, glad that he had run into the guard.

The guard and Keith looked around the corner to see if the monster was still there. The monster was waiting near the toppled over crates, it had blood colored skin, an elongated snout filled with sharp teeth, and large sharp claws. This thing looked like a mutated crocodile with a dorsal fin. It made growling and snarling noises. The guard held his assault rifle in his hand and looked to Keith. He was slowly clicking the safety off the handgun. The guard shook his head.

"It's bullet proof, they have no effect." The guard explained and the woman called out again, but the monster stayed still. There were two of them. "We're gonna have to remain as quiet as possible to get past this thing."

Keith looked to the crates and as quietly as he could, stepped over to them. The red monster kept its position, facing away from the two. The guard stepped out as well, trying his hardest to make no sound as he walked to Keith; suddenly he accidently kicked a section of metal piping across the floor. The noise echoed out and the monster turned, and with a roar that sounded like three men yelling at the same time and a demonic shout, it raced towards the two. In a moment of desperation, the guard shot Keith in the leg and Keith cried out in pain as he was roughly thrown in the monster's path. The Guard ran past the monster, but rather than focusing on Keith, it ran after the guard instead. Keith pressed his hands against his ears as the agonized screams of the guard rang out through the metallic hanger, the sounds of bones cracking and snapping while the sickly, wet tearing sound of muscles ripping apart emanated from within the hanger and a loud splashing was heard. All was quiet.

"Hey! Who's there?!" A woman repeated in the same slightly scared tone. "Hello?"

That confirmed it. There were two of those monsters with Keith.

"Fuck..." Keith gasped as he tried to move his leg, pain shot up and down his whole leg and more blood spilled onto the metal floor.

He pushed his leg on the ground, the damage done to the muscles preventing him from standing up. Keith grit his teeth and pushed past the searing agony his leg was in, focusing on survival. He would not die. Not here. Keith pushed himself onto his chest and grabbed ahold of the openings in the grating like floor, using them as leverage to pull himself along the ground. Pull after pull, Keith slowly made his way towards the elevator. Yet, Keith was tired. His entire body shaking. He couldn't keep this up any longer. 'I must lay down. It's okay, I just need to make sure I keep my eyes open. Yes, that's all. This'll save me energy too, I just need to make sure I do not fall asleep. That can't be too difficult, besides, help will be here soon. I hope.' Keith thought deliriously, smiling even. Suddenly he shook his head vigorously. No! What was he saying!? He couldn't rest now!

Grunting in exertion, he lifted his right hand up and grabbed ahold once more, the sharp edges biting into his skin, Keith strained as he pulled forwards. He hissed in pain as the metal sliced deeper into his fingers. His leg bled profusely and he left a bloody handprint on the floor, sweat beaded on his brow and Keith pushed on in determination. 'Come on, you can do this!' Keith yelled to himself in his mind, he could hear the hissing and snarling of the monster draw closer and closer as its footsteps got louder and louder, clanging across the metal floor. Keith lifted his hand up, warm blood running down from his fingers and he grabbed ahold once more, sharp pain biting into his fingers and he pulled himself forward. He forced his head to stay up but his strength was rapidly fading. Soon, he could barely even move his fingers. Despair began to set in. 'This is the end, I can see it clearly. I'm beyond saving, beyond the point of no return. I'm going to die. No, please, I don't want to die. There must be something that can be done. I need... I need a miracle.' Keith panicked, twitching his fingers. It was no use.

Keith let go of the grating unconsciously, and struggled to move his body. 'I don't want to die alone, somebody find me please. Don't let me die all alone! Somebody, please, hurry up and find me!' Keith begged desperately, yet he knew no-one was coming, and he had no more energy left to save himself. It was just him and the darkness. Strangely, he now found it comforting. He should have been panicking, crying even, but all he felt was calm. His body didn't even hurt anymore. He felt nothing, and smiled. Keith's eyes began to close, soon all was dark and his body slumped against the floor. Keith woke back up in a daze; his body was being dragged across the ground by someone.

"T-Thank... You..." He gasped out weakly; he got a glimpse of something black trailing out of his eyesight before passing out once more.

Keith awoke with a start, the hazy moments of his escape coming back and he sat up abruptly. He expected to feel like his leg was on fire but on inspection, found that there was no wound on it, not even the faintest trace of a scar was visible. Keith checked his hands and they too were clean of any cuts he had given himself in his escape. 'Did that man from before bring me here?' Keith wondered as he looked around the room. He was on an operating table of some sorts inside what appeared to be a containment cell, something outside began to draw near. The footsteps evident on the metallic ground, Keith expected to see the hooded man from before and when the figure stepped around the corner, he hastily got up. The figure looked like a plague doctor from the Middle Ages and wore what looked to be a ceramic bird mask.

"Hello, greetings." The man said in a pleasantly amiable tone, his voice tinny and slightly distorted from the mask. Keith backed up a bit, "Oh good, it seems you have healed quite marvelously."

"You healed me?" Keith asked and the man nodded, "T-thank you."

"Your gratitude is not required," The man said to him passively with a slight nod of his head, "I am only simply a cure."

"A cure?" Keith wondered.

"Yes indeed. Might I ask you why you are dressed as one whom carries the great pestilence?" The man tilted his head.

"Great pestilence, I didn't think there was one around anymore?" Keith asked him.

"Oh my yes, it is quite unsurprising to see one as young as yourself untouched by the disease." The man said, "What interests me is why you are here and dressed as one whom needs my cure."

"I, I was falsely convicted and brought here." Keith explained, he had a hunch that this pestilence the man was talking about was related to death row inmates, "I'm Keith, what is your name."

"That is of no importance, I am simply a cure for a disease." The man said, folding his hands behind his back and bowing his upper body slightly in a respectful gesture, "But if you must designate a name to me, you most certainly can call me SCP-049."

"I'm trying to find a way out of here," Keith pitched to SCP-049, "You seem pretty helpful, and I guess you want out too."

"Unfortunately, I have no knowledge of these facilities, and do not wish to escape. Not yet. Not with so many left untreated." SCP-049 shook his head. "I am afraid that you will have to continue on without me."

"I see." Keith nodded. "Good luck with your mission."

Keith pressed a button to open a door, and found himself in a hallway, he walked forwards and immediately a black gas hissed out of the pipelines. It burned Keith's eyes and caused him to cough and wretch as he stumbled back. He realized this was the same gas from the holding cells. Keith guessed that he would have to find some sort of gas mask to get through the door, and took a left. began exploring the tunnels. Sinister laughter filled his ears again and he ran. The corroded monster was right behind him, it walked at a leisurely pace and soon it walked off. Keith gasped for breath and kept making his way around the tunnels, there was a sound of scraping concrete and Keith looked to his right, suddenly the statue appeared in front of him, yet facing away from him. Keith jumped back and locked eyes with it as he backed into another hall before experimentally blinking. The statue did not follow him; he kept backing away just in case and bumped into a door. Keith frantically pushed the button and the insides revealed to be another elevator and he pressed the only button, up. The elevator dinged as it ground to a shaky halt and the doors slid open, Keith heard the familiar growling and snarling of the monsters once more and his footsteps echoed loudly upon the floor.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" A different woman called out and Keith began to look for the person so he could warn her about making too much noise, "Hey, show yourself!"

The voice was close to him, right around the corner actually.

"Well, I'm glad to see someone... survived..." Keith stopped in his tracks.

The person he had been looking for the whole time was actually a that mutated alligator all along, it looked as it were smiling smugly at Keith. 'I'm fucked.' He thought in a brief moment.

"Gotcha," It said to him in a different voice and pounced on him, an eye opened and Keith stared into a bright, light violet eye, "Now let's see what you've done... I see..."

The crocodile-like monster got off of him began to circle around Keith while muttering something, sniffing him, and even opening both eyes so she, Keith guessed it was a she by the voice and apparent lack of male genitalia on the monster, could see him better. Keith suddenly felt a pressure on his head, much like when one has bad congestion and groaned.

"Wh-What are you doing to me?" Keith asked in a slightly discomforted tone and suddenly the monster stopped straight in the middle of her stride.

"Oh now that's unique," She mused pleasantly and slowly slunk up to Keith once more, her face nearly pressing into his, "You're lucky you met me, anybody else and you'd be a pile of organs and blood on the walls and ground."

"I'm Keith," Keith introduced, trying to keep on good grounds, "Do you have a name?"

"Never given one, always wanted one. These 'doctor' things call me SCP-939" The monster answered while pondering, she then narrowed her gaze and her tone went very deadly, "But if you call me that, I'll make a mess of you, got it?"

"Y-Yes ma'am..." Keith nodded timidly, "Why am I lucky I met you?"

"Oh let's see, a fox woman murders your entire family, taking them apart piece by piece, you take the fall and end up here." The female monster tilted her head, "I can sympathize with that, you're not like the others here."

"I see... how about Crystal?" Keith offered and the female monster tilted her head.

"What?" She asked and sat down for a moment.

"You know, for a name?" Keith explained to her and the monster's mouth widened in what could only be described as an attempt to smile, yet coming off more as a bearing of the teeth.

"The name of your first and only girlfriend that became your ex, I've been called worse." The monster agreed and Keith got up.

"H-How are you doing that?" Keith asked Crystal and she let out a light and melodious laughter.

"Oh come now, I read your mind, how do you think we can mimic humans so well?" Crystal said to him amusedly.

"That's, actually pretty cool, and explains everything." Keith smiled back to her.

"I'm beginning to like you already," Crystal said to him with a cheeky grin.

"What type of price are you talking about?" Keith asked and something stalked around the corner before disappearing.

"I want out, you want out, I escape and you escape. You help me escape and I'll help you escape." Crystal circled earnestly around Keith's legs, her eyes trained on him and a hint of a foxlike smile adorned Crystal's face. It was almost creepy how she could mimic so many human emotions. "Benefit of that, I have knowledge of almost every creature they call 'SCP' here, how to avoid them and even help tell you where they are. That, however, would also come at a… different… price."

Keith weighed his options; he really didn't see a problem with Crystal tagging along, she didn't want to actively harm him.

"I accept, the two of us are getting out of here." Keith agreed to her conditions.

Crystal smiled and stretched her back like a cat, and then made what could only be described as her version of a sigh of pleasure.

"You won't regret this decision." Crystal purred seductively, giving Keith a half smile. "Trust me."

"So, about the gas masks?" Keith ventured, still not wanting to upset Crystal.

"There's a room not too far from here, there are breathers for you. There's also one next to dead body 20 feet to your left." Crystal told Keith in an amused manner. "That too is an option if you don't have any problems with stealing from a dead person."

Keith politely explained to her that he would rather not, earning a light chuckle from Crystal.

"By the way, how did you come upon this knowledge?" Keith asked her as they walked down to the room. "I telepathically learned it from guards from the previous tests, victims who tried to shoot me and failed in killing me." Crystal explained lightly, she led him throughout the halls and into another room, Keith found some gas masks on the shelf.

Keith then turned and saw a horrific sight that would stay with him for years to come. Keith looked at the bloodied corpse of the guard that shot him earlier; it looked as if it had been through a wood chipper. Bones were snapped and organs were everywhere and limbs had been strewn out all over the floor. Keith immediately turned and puked at the horrid sight before him. Bile burned his throat as chunky vomit splattered on the grating.

"Oopse, sorry that was my mess," Crystal replied while actually sounding sheepish and shifting on her feet. She then noticed Keith's concern and revulsion and nudged his side, "He hurt you and wanted me to kill you so he could go free, it made me so angry. I'm sorry... I won't do that again..."

"So... the woman you took the voice of, what did you do to her?" Keith asked as they hurriedly passed by, not wanting to linger. He was afraid to know the answer to his own question, yet it had been bugging him.

"Let's just say I had a bit of fun," Crystal smiled; it was like the cat that ate the canary.

Sinister, gurgling laughter filled his ears again and Crystal ordered Keith to run. She ran with him as the corroded monster bubbled up from a degrading patch on the ground. He turned to look, the corroded man was right behind him, it walked at a leisurely pace and soon it walked off. After a bit, the two stopped.

"By the way, about these 'S.C.P's, what about the old man with corroding skin..." Keith began and Crystal seemed happy.

"Oh, so you want to use my knowledge?" She said to him gleefully and Keith nodded, "Well, the price for that is... you mating with me."

Keith stared at her in shock, in a way, he could always seem to tell each emotion coming from Crystal and he could tell that she was being serious. On one hand, that knowledge would help him with avoiding certain death, but on the other hand he was nervous and scared of her. She didn't mean any harm to him, but at the same time, she did try to lure him to her and kill him. Crystal rubbed against his legs, circling him like a cat would and making throaty growling noises.

"But I..." Keith stuttered, not knowing how to deal with anything of the sorts.

"I've only gleamed what I could about sex, I want to try it." Crystal almost whispered to him, her voice filling with desperation. "I didn't want any of those orange clothed men to do it. The things those orange men did to their own species, it let me feel no pity towards them as I tore them open and ripped them to shreds. You Keith, are special, I can help prove your innocence. Please."

"… Alright, I'll do it." Keith agreed reluctantly, dropping his head.

I couldn't resist, I really couldn't. Had to end it on a cliffhanger here, just at the start of something big. In more than one way as well. Don't hesitate to leave a review! Agent Archangel, signing out.