District 12.
The sky is blue.
No one knew where this myth came from. After all, when you look up its obvious that there's only ever been clouds. Clouds, tons and tons of gray clouds, like millions of spider webs that were all clipping through each other, they covered everything. But surely there had to be something more? If there were always clouds, then how could the myth of a sky come into being?
Unfortunately for the nameless civilian, his questions would have to be answered in the after-life. As he found a steaming hot blade was emerging from his chest. Before his brain-cells could even begin to contemplate whether the steam naturally came from the blade or if it was caused by his evaporating blood, the mercenary had already pulled it back out and let him succumb to blood loss.
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Still investigating.
It seems the facility is split into nine different departments (none of which are the containment department for some reason). Each one appears to be controlled by a robot. Appearances vary, but they are usually box shaped, have one glowing eye, and have black bendy limbs. Strangely enough, the middle department is controlled by two (both of which are named Tiphereth). Might be because the department is larger than the others?
I still haven't found the machine WingDings was talking about.
District 12.
After letting the blade clean itself off, the one-eyed mercenary continued walking and looked up ahead to see the squad leader. A very large man-shaped creature, at least ten feet tall, wearing a business suit. Its entire head was covered by a helmet resembling a burlap sack, a mechanical syringe-like device was permanently stuck into it, containing a strange green liquid. Its left arm was replaced by a massive mechanical gauntlet. The sturdy gauntlet's fingers looked like rusty knives, crooked yet sharp. Many wires connected the gauntlet to the creature's helmet, resembling a nervous system trailing up to the brain stem. Two more syringes were on it, a blue one on the shoulder, and an orange one on the elbow.
The not-human humanoid was walking towards a distant 'structure' that resembled a crater more than anything. Said not-man was being followed by four other figures.
The first figure resembled a robot more than a human, his glowing red eye being the only visible facial feature behind his foggy glass helmet. The rest of his body was covered in a dark metallic armor, tinted red as if he had been swimming in all the blood he had spilled, which was preposterous, it was obviously just rust. The Red Fixer trotted along clumsily, his metal boots making loud clanking sounds on the old concrete.
The second figure was angelic in appearance, complete with a glowing halo, gold and blue lining her white armor, and a massive cannon mounted on her back (Cannons are commonly seen on most religious figures). Her two braids sat unmoving on her shoulders, as any form of wind that may have existed was gone in the modern ages of the Wings. The White Fixer slowly floated along, the facade on her chestplate and weapon stared eerily without expression.
The third figure's eyes were a bright amber yellow, glowing beams seemed to penetrate the endless darkness of the streets. Those two lamp-eyes were a stark contrast to the rest of the man's clothing, which were composed of loose bandages and tight belts, but mostly just layers and layers of black feathers. The Black Fixer stumbled along lazily, slightly cramped from carrying the weight of his massive hammer.
The fourth figure wore a business coat and a fancy fedora, the expensive attire was accompanied by the sets of golden buttons and chains. He carried along a briefcase on one hand, pistol on the other, both of them having glowing cyan lines streaking through them. The man took no pleasure in his work, and only cared about getting the job done quickly. The Pale Fixer casually walked across the cold pavement, as if it were any other warm office environment.
Eventually, the five entities reached their destination. They looked down, and scrutinized what appeared to be an artificial crater. With several rings of metal, and a large vertical line that implied to be some sort of hatch.
"So...there's a place down there? How are we even gonna get in?" The Black Fixer's remark was not an unreasonable question. After all, the ground appeared completely devoid of any entrances and the mercenaries were not told to bring any digging equipment.
The tall figure with the Claw answered by pulling out a set of five devices and handing four of them to each of the Fixers.
"We are going to teleport in there?" The Pale Fixer asked, recognizing the device given to him.
The tall figure answered again, verbally this time. "Correct, but only under specific conditions. L Corporation is fitted in a special displacement field that prevents any unregistered external entities from entering the facility via teleportation." Displacement fields were common knowledge among high members of the Wings. Ever since W Corporation invented teleporters, the Wings quickly needed to develop countermeasures against any rivals that would attempt to raid them. "However, every so often, the facility experiences what is assumed to be a large scale Qliphoth meltdown. This meltdown will fluctuate in severity, with the larger occurrences appearing around Dawn, Noon, Dusk, and especially Midnight. During these meltdowns, the facility's displacement field seems to ironically...get displaced. Allowing foreign entities -in this case, us- to teleport in."
"Unfortunately," The not-man continued. "It is past Midnight. To be more precise, it was Midnight exactly thirty seconds ago." It paid no mind to the collective groans of the four Fixers.
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The containment rooms are equipped with some kind of fabricator. I just saw one produce a sword before it got sucked into a pipe. I guess that's where Agents get their weapons. Just called WingDings and he confirmed that these weren't the machines he was talking about. Not surprised, Foundation already has anomalous weapons.
Speaking of weapons. Those cameras look like they have guns attached to them. Even more worrying, I think they might have noticed me, and are giving me angry glares as I write th-
Facility X-394, Information Department.
*Bang*
A surprisingly underwhelming gunshot was heard within the purple department. The unknown figure looked to his left and saw that the wall now had a person-sized scorch mark. He looked back at the camera and saw it was reloading what was likely an anti-matter bullet. Reflexively, the background character put the note back into his backpack and began to run.
*Bang*
He looked behind himself to see the last glimpses of a human-sized black sphere with purple outlines. The sphere shrank and evaporated within seconds. Now that the unimportant entity's suspicions were confirmed, he began to ran at an even faster speed, almost attracting the attention of the other clerks. That was fine, none of the higher ups ever seemed to care about what the clerks had to say.
*Bang*
The person-thing was glad that his properties were working better than usual. Even if his end goal was to be rid of said property, being inconsequential had its quirks. The human-sized singularities kept appearing wherever the cameras shot, which was often times right behind or right in front of where the person was fleeing to.
*Bang*
The not-relevant person made a soundless scream as they clutched the area where their arm used to be. They had gotten sloppy and were unable to dodge the singularity . Trying to end the chase quickly, they searched around and saw-
*Bang*
A vent! No-one-in-particular realized. He rushed faster than his pitch black legs could physically take them (Likely breaking a few bones in the process), and began unscrewing the grate, only stopping to dodge the black-hole bullets.
*Bang*
Once the grate was pulled away, the insignificant entity jumped in like water rushing down the drain. Narrowly avoiding the singularity that was shot at their legs.
Facility X-394, Manager's Office.
Angela observed the figure jump into the ventilation shaft. Her face still baring the neutral frown that was the epitome of indifference.
If she was a human, Angela would have been embarrassed at her inability to correctly execute the intruder (Considering that her aim was better than the Manager's could ever hope to be). But Angela couldn't deny the fact that something was interfering with her judgement.
Ignore him. He's just another clerk.
Somewhere in the depths of her processors, Angela kept getting a nagging feeling that what she was doing was pointless. That the clerk she was trying to kill was just that, a clerk. An insignificant number within a massive ocean of numbers. And every attempt she tried to store data about the person, the data kept being relocated to the 'junk' section.
Angela pondered why she kept thinking that this clerk was irrelevant. After all, it was obvious that this person was an invader from the 'SCP Foundation' that the Manager was so insistent in talking to. But no matter how hard she tried, she kept feeling that this clerk was unimportant to anything that was happening.
Angela sighed. What was she doing anyway? She should have disposed of the Manager the very moment there was a deviation from the script.
She would have to think about this later. It was time for the Manager to open up the Architecture Department.
District 12.
Five figures sat around a campfire. All in varying positions.
The Claw-wielder sat with its legs crossed. Not seeming to care that the front part of its body was getting a bit too warmer than the parts facing away from the campfire. It silently observed it's internal clock, waiting for the moment to begin its attack on the underground facility. It occasionally opened up a holographic panel with its gauntlet to recalibrate it's vital organs.
The Red Fixer was curled up on the ground like a fetus that had been taken out of the womb too soon. He was snoring comfortably into the cold hard dirt like a warm blanket despite still wearing all his heavy armor.
"I guess the walk took a lot out of him." The Black Fixer remarked, slumping down on a log and warming his gloves on the campfire. Indeed, it was frustrating for the entire squad to sneak into the Nest without any of the guards noticing. Stealth wasn't exactly the specialty of the four Fixers, and neither was long distance travel.
"Eh, could have been worse." The White Fixer said, her voice still coated with enthusiasm. "Here, have a marshmallow." She offered. The Black Fixer hadn't even noticed what the White Fixer was roasting over the campfire. Eagerly, the Black Fixer took it.
While the Black Fixer was busy trying to find an opening in his many layers of bandages, the White Fixer observed her colleagues. The Pale Fixer was sleeping like the red one, but rather than on the cold soil, he was using a king-sized sleeping bag that shouldn't have been able to fit in his briefcase. Said sleeping bag was black, and covered with expensive jewelry.
Showoff.
The White Fixer gave an inaudible 'Hmph' and changed her attention to the figure with the mechanical gauntlet. She was fascinated by the technology used by the Head, and always wanted to know more about the history the many Wings.
"Hey, Mister Claw? You know a lot about the Head right? Could you tell me what it was called before it became a Wing?"
The Clawed figure turned its head toward the White Fixer. Those that were still awake could literally hear the gears in the creature's head turn.
"Prior to becoming the leader of the Wings. The Head went by the title of 'Microsoft'."
The White Fixer gave a surprised smile. She didn't expect the Claw to actually answer her question, considering the fact that Fixers were often hired specifically do to their attitude of not caring about anything other than the paycheck.
"Hey Brad, can you believe the Head used to have a cute name like 'Micro-Soft'? Its like the polar opposite of what they've become...uh...Brad?" The White Fixer noticed that the Black Fixer wasn't answering. When she checked, she realized that he had fallen asleep some time after he had consumed the marshmallow.
The White Fixer supposed it was getting late enough, so she settled down on the log as well.
Facility X-394, Manager's Office.
X sat at his desk once again. Anxiety physically dripped out of him in the form of cold oily sweat.
Angela had oh-so-graciously denied the Foundation's offer to reinforce the containment doors, as well as any other plans they may have had. This was to be expected, as the Manager personally witnessed what happened when Daniel proposed using machines for Aleph and Waw class abnormalities.
And earlier today, X had just spoken with his shattered reflection, Abel.
It was the same conversation he had a hundred times. It was about the many wonders/horrors of Cogito, how Carmen had tried to 'cure' the world's 'infection' with it. He heard it all, and didn't bother listening to it, not even the recording of Benjamin's last moments as Angela turned him into a Sephirah.
And now, the Manager was staring at the ominous white words on the blood red background that displayed 'PROOF' followed by 'Suppress the white midnight + Energy Refinement'.
X sighed. He had done this before, he could do it again.
X pressed the 'Core Suppress' button, and listened to the familiar blaring alarms of the Second Trumpet.
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Barely managed to escape those turret-cameras.
It to█k out my entire█arm, regrowing th█t is going to be real pa█nful. (Shit, █ts dripping!)
The goo█ news is that I █ound the machine that Wing█ings was talking about. It has █████
Ugh, stupid blood.
Right, as I was writing- the machine's called the TimeTrack2 Engine or something like that, and judging by the functions displayed on it, it can reverse or control time to some degree.
Given the damage this thing could cause to the timelines, I definitely need to destroy this. Heck, I might need to stay on this world a little longer to make sure similar technology doesn't get created.
Facility X-394, Manager's Office.
The Manager pressed the worn button on his keyboard, and when nothing happened, a fear ran through him like the first time WhiteNight breached containment.
"Uh...Angela? Why can't I pause?"
"Author"'s Note: To be concluded...
Not much to say this time, lets cut to the reviews.
Guest: Much better chapter
Thanks, I needed that.
Lineup List, new entries again.
Puella Magi Madoka Magica.
Imscared.
Lobotomy Corporation.
Undertale.
Kantai Collection.
Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion.
RWBY. (all volumes complete)
Minecraft. (with mods)
Yoglabs. (Minecraft)
Shinryaku Ikamusume.
Steven Universe.
Starcraft 1.
Starcraft 1, Broodwar Edition.
Starcraft 2.
We Need To Go Deeper.
Wander Over Yonder
Elfen Lied.
Portal 1.
Portal 2.
Metroid 1, Zero Mission Edition.
Metroid 2, Return of Samus Edition.
Metroid 3, Super Metroid Edition.
Metroid 4, Fusion Edition.
Hollow Knight. (Silksong Pending)
Darling in the FranXX.
How not to summon a demon lord.
Thank you for reading.
Sincerely, The "Author".