Day 3 since the apocalypse from the Sun

Journal Entry #1: I decided to make a personal journal for the events around me. Let me start with introducing who I am.

I am SCP-9834. I am a dude in my mid 30's whose of [REDACTED] descent. Hehehe. I added the redaction btw. It is always funny to me when I read their files and it's just an ink fest and expunges. Anyways, the reason I got locked up in the Foundation, it's because I somehow got splashed by water, which I later found out to be the Fountain of Youth. They were chasing a scientist, who somehow got his hands on it, on the highway me and my family happened to be at the time. By some misfortune, the scientist crashed against our car and the liquid drenched me and my family in the process. Some soldiers caught up and arrested the scientist, while they investigated us. My mom and little brother reverted back 5 years in age, but I stayed the same. We were obviously panicking, but the soldiers calmed us down by saying "help will arrive soon." More scientists and people in hazmat suits arrived at the scene. Some of them even had flamethrowers, which definitely did not calm our nerves. One of them approached and was fascinated that I was unaffected by the water.

"Do you feel anything changing within you?" Is probably what he asked. My memory isn't the best.

"What the hell is going on!?" A natural response I gave. The people took me away and locked me up in the back of a vehicle and sped out of there. They were asking me tons of questions, but I was more worried about my family. I was fearing the worst and something manifested behind me and broke the door open. Without thinking, I jump out and run back to them, only to witness them being burned inside the car. I barely remember what happened next. All I know is I screamed to the high heavens and heard people shouting, while gunshots and screams of pain were invading my mind.

I woke up in a white room, with something looking down on me. It is SCP-9834-1 or Newi as I call her. She is a tall humanoid creature of 7'9 in height. Yea I know I'm from America, bite me. She has bronze skin and is wearing white bandages covering her breasts, waists and legs. Her feet are reptilian and she boasts white angel wings on her back. Her defining features is her white hair, that covers her eyes and reaches down to her feet. The other one is her long ass black claws that are OBVIOUSLY used for cuddling. I just realized you can't write sarcasm, but it is what it is.

You can imagine the horror when someone wakes up with that thing on top of you. I retreated to the corner of the room, scared for my life. But she stood there. Looking at me confused. I could sense she wasn't hostile, but that didn't change from me shitting my pants.

"Are you okay, SCP-9834?" I heard someone spoke through an intercom. That's when I noticed a one way mirror, or whatever the fuck the actual term is, behind me.

"Get me out of here! Please! What's going on!?" Pressing against the mirror. I'm not ashamed to admit to crying like a little bitch.

"Calm down. I'm going to ask you a couple questions, if that is fine with you?" The voice was trying to be reassuring, but that didn't stop me from punching the mirror. As if copying me, Newi started scratching and cracking the mirror. An alarm went off and soldiers busted in with their guns pointed at me. Newi sensing danger, sliced them in half. That was when I found out that any damage she takes, I receive back. One of their shots landed on her shoulder and a bullet wound appeared in the same place. She then disappeared.

After a while, things calmed down and I was tied up and sent to another room. Another white room, but this time it had a table and two chairs across one another. I was chained to one of them and a black haired scientist sat on the other.

"Hello. My name is Dr. [REDACTED]. I know this must be stressful for you, but you are now part of the Foundation, SCP-9834."

"I have a fucking name! It's [REDACTED]! Not fucking SCP-9834! And what the fuck was that monster!?" Yea. I was definitely not in the right state of mind to be interviewed.

"Monster? We had assumed you had some psy kinetic abilities and immunity. Are you telling me that it wasn't you who killed them?"

"You're not making sense! Nothing is making sense!" I cried for who knows how long. I'll give her props for being patient with me. But I finally calmed down and answered her questions. About who I am, where I'm from, my daily life, etc.

After that, they put me in a containment cell, but the interior is similar to that of an apartment. They were worried about Newi, but they figured she wasn't a problem if I wasn't in any danger.

And so my life as an SCP began. I was interviewed a couple times, took blood samples and ran experiments with other SCPs to see how powerful my immunity was. Turns out, pretty good, well mostly. In terms of SCPs with teleporting capabilities, I'm still affected. I am basically the physical form of SCP-714. I've learned that Newi is invisible to humans and only special SCP can perceive her. As for her origins is unknown. She's just my guardian angel. I've even helped them in some breaches, because of my immunity and Newi. Fuck. I even took down Kain before he got out to the world. Well that was after he was bombed, burned, sliced and dismembered. I'll still take the credit. I've been dubbed as the Foundation's Cerberus because of it. Not really. That's what I call myself.

As their goal is to protect humanity from these creatures, I feel it is my duty to take that part. Been on dangerous missions that no humans has ever reached normally. I've obviously been trained for such tasks, as I can't always rely on Newi all the time. I've also learned that SCPs that were once thought to not be harmed, can be damaged by Newi since she exists in between those planes. Like when SCP-106 tried to drag me in his dimension, Newi attacked and actually injured him. Because of those incidents, I've been actually dubbed as the "Anti-SCP".

But all that changed when SCP-001 activated. We don't know how it happened. All we know is that the Sun's ray causes anyone exposed by it, will be liquified like wax being burned. Though anyone in the process will not die, they will turn into practically black slime zombies. It has been observed that they can combine into a larger being. Fucking literally Eldritch Abominations.

I am now in the safety of Site-7. Soldiers have been sent out to look for any survivors. I tried to volunteer, but they declined. Wanting me to stay behind and protect the facility. I just hope nothing bad happens to them. Anyways, this is my first entry and it is very comforting writing.

Day 19

Journal Entry #9: It has been at least 2 weeks since the search party was dispatched. Only one of them managed to return. He recounts the horrors outside. How they were trying to evacuate the survivors, but the creatures attacked all the survivors. They morphed into a giant being and proceeded to attack them. One of the soldiers was grabbed and shot himself. The thing poured its black liquid in him and was brought back to life to suffer through the process. The only reason he survived, it's because he fucking ran as fast as he could, leaving the rest behind.

Can't blame him. Nobody does. I wondered if I would've made any difference. I'll never know. All we can do now is hope for the best and more survivors find their way in any Site.

Day 57

Journal Entry #59: Rations are getting low. We might need to go out and look for supplies. This time I'm going out. Alone. We can't have anymore death right now. I've never exposed myself since the quarantine, so I don't know if I'm immune to SCP-001 effects. Which is why I covered myself fully in layers of white cloth on top of my armor.

As soon as I stepped out of the facility, I can see the damage it has caused. The red light of the sun makes everything have a red tint. It felt like I was in a desert. The trees have died and the ground is dry. There is no life left on Earth. I walked to the nearest town, which is approximately a 40 minute distance, to find the creatures skulking around. I believe they're called SCP-001-A. I hide behind anything to prevent being spotted. The buildings have been looted and everything else has been exposed to the Sun. I was then attacked by SCP-001-A. Look at me. Actually using their terms. Anyways, I fired a cryogenic gun that so far has been the most effective on them. It doesn't kill them. Just slows them down enough to escape. I hurry back to Site-7 empty handed.

There has been talk about building a spaceship to fly out the solar system, but how anybody can do that in our current situation is beyond me...I hope we find anything to stop this pandemic.

Day 267

Journal entry #56: I've been barely writing anymore. What's the point? I've only gathered enough material to last us another month. Before, there were hundreds of survivors in the site. Now there's only 27 left. Most due of suicide. Not that I blame them. But if SCP-001-A ever broke through, they're just going to suffer again. People still hold the belief of the fucking rocket ship. Ain't happening now.

I heard there was an update on the SCP-001 entry, but it was a rewrite of how "awesome" it is to be a zombie. Fucking terrific.

Day 390

Journal entry #60: I'm the last survivor now. Bunch of SCP-001-A have surrounded Site-7. Waiting until I die. I don't know what's the point in me writing anymore. Maybe it's the minute chance a reality warping SCP might get a hold of this journal that keeps me to writing this. Turns out, I'm immune to SCP-001.

It started a couple weeks ago when I was scavenging for supplies. I then bump into SCP-682, who was slumbering in the middle of the wasteland. Not caring about my own safety anymore, I approached it. Getting eaten by it, is honestly the most merciful way to go.

"...So you're still around." It said.

"Yup. No surprise you're still kicking." I said. "How are you holding up?"

"Good. At least I was until you showed up."

"Is that so? Doesn't that make you want to chomp me whole?"

"...No. Since this world will not have any living beings, I have evolved to not rely on my digestive system and instead have evolved to absorb the sunlight."

"Jesus. You really are an unkillable bastard."

"Indeed. I'm surprised you've survived this long, Cerberus. However, given your ability, you should be immune to the effects of the Sun."

"Haven't tried to know, but at this point, might as well figure it out." Lacking any survival instincts, I took off my robes and basked in the warmth of the rays. Minutes passed and nothing happened. It started to chuckle and I laughed with it. I put back the robes, since it was getting hot and went back to Site-7 without a problem.

That was a fun story. At least there's a thing that acknowledges our existence for anything to ask it….This will be my final entry. If you've read this far, thank you. And please...remember us.

End of Entry

Cerberus closes his journal. He looks around the room, which is littered in corpses soon to be devoured by SCP-001-A. Newi hugs him.

"It's okay, girl. It's okay." He brushes her hair with his hands. He puts on his armor and robes. "We may fall, but not without a fight!" He preps himself. There is movement on his peripheral vision. He points his gun at the intruder, only to be met with a blonde woman with casual clothes cowering in the corner. "Holy shit." He couldn't believe it. A survivor. He puts the weapon down. "It's okay. I'm human. See?" He does a little dance. The woman is still afraid. Cerberus slowly approaches her, but she runs past him. He grabs her arm and their bodies start disappearing.

In a blink of an eye, they both teleport in the middle of a corn field. He notices how the Sun is giving off a comforting glow in the familiar blue sky.

"Am I dead?" Cerberus says. He gets up and scans the area. He is indeed in a cornfield, next to a barn. A helicopter appears above them. It has the SCP logo. "No way." He couldn't believe it. Tears flood as soldiers swoop down. They have their guns pointed at him. "Woah! Hey I'm friendly! See?" He shows the logo in his armor.

"State your name and rank." One of them commands.

"I am SCP-9834. I come from a world where SCP-001 has wiped out humanity. I'm...the only survivor." The groups look at each with confusion.

"Control, this is Valkyrie." She talks to the radio and briefs them of the situation. "Understood. Escort SCP-507 and SCP-9834 back to the chopper."

"507?" Cerberus turns to look at the blonde woman. "But 507 is supposed to be a dude." He mumbles to himself as he gets in the helicopter.

Back to the Safe Haven

As soon as he arrives at a Site, they strip him naked.

"Hey! Do not destroy those! It's the only remnant I have left. Give it back when you're done examining it, please." The female researchers look at him weirdly.

"I promise." One of them assures. They give him a white cloth to cover himself and take pictures like he's a prisoner. He is then escorted into a familiar interrogation room when he first arrives. A female brunette researcher sits across him.

"Good afternoon, SCP-9834. My name is Dr. Clementine and I will be asking a couple questions, if that is fine with you?" He starts crying. Cerberus never thought to talk with another human in a casual manner. She lets him finish the waterworks.

"Y-Yeah. I-I'm fine with that." She asks him about the basics of his origin, his abilities, the times he spent at the facilities, interactions with other SCPs and the state of his world.

"I'm sorry about your losses and enduring such horrors."

"It's okay. I'm just glad there are other worlds that haven't been affected by SCP-001."

"Another thing I wanted to ask is what is the purpose of your other appendage?"

"Other appendage?"

"The one on your groin regions?"

"You mean my penis?"

"It's called a penis? What's it for?" Silence hovers the room.

"...It's meant for me to piss and reproduce. Are you being for real? Did you not take a biology course or met another man?"

"I see. So you use it to excrete waste and reproduce." She writes it down on her notes.

"I-I am sorry, but I'm fucking confused as to what's going on."

"It's only natural to be confused. Let me give you a summary of our biology. There exists only one sex. Which is what you call females. One has the eggs, the other one has the fertilizer. When two labias are connected, the one with fertilizer excretes white liquid in which is spread around the other's labia and the sperms swim inside to fertilize the egg."

"Ummm...That's…weird." He admits. She chuckles.

"I'm sure we find your methods weird from our perspective."

"I guess. I've seen so much crazy shit, that I thought I became desensitized. Turns out I'm not." He chuckles.

"Let's save the biology lesson for next time. I'm sure you must be exhausted and hungry from your travels." His stomach grumbles aggressively.

"Oof. I could eat an entire cow." She gives him a curious look. "That was metaphorical." She giggles and they both leave.

The Next Day

Cerberus puts on his armor and robes. He doesn't need to, but after wearing it for about a year, he feels naked without it. He steps out of his containment, which is the same as the one he used back home, and walks to the break room. It's filled with female researchers and scientists. He notices the vending machine being guarded by two guards.

"Heh. I guess you'll always be here, supplying refreshments for everyone." He talks to SCP-294. The guards are looking at each other thinking he's crazy. Then the machine produces a cup with clear liquid.

"What the hell!? It activated without inputting anything!" Cerberus grabs it and drinks it in one gulp. "Hey! What are y-!?"

"Taste salty. These are tears of joy! Awww you missed me that much, SCP-294?" The machine produces another cup. This time with black liquid. The smell of coffee permeates the air. He drinks the other cup. "WOOOO! I haven't had a Colada in ages! Thanks!" He sits on a table alone. The researchers run up to SCP-294.

"Did she say it was tears? And it produced another drink without inputting any commands! How is that possible!?" They start writing notes. Once done, they sit next to him. "How did you do that?"

"Me and SCP-294 have known each other since I got here the first time. Though I'm surprised it even remembered me. After a while, it just automatically poured my favorite coffee and that's how we became friends." He laughs as he sips.

"Magnificent. I never would've guessed it was sentient."

"If you treat it like a machine, it'll act like one." He winks, failing to take account that his face is covered. Newi pokes on one of their shoulders.

"What was that!?"

"Oh. That's my guardian angel. She likes to fuck with people. Newi, stop that. Her reaction was funny though." Newi laughs. They pepper him with questions. "Look, as much as I would like to be questioned all day, I need to get my breakfast." He gets up and walks to the cafeteria. "One sunny side and two buttered toasts, please." She serves him what he ordered and sits right back to his groupies.

"Is it true you have a long appendage? How does that work?"

"It's like an injection. Except it goes in and shoots massive loads of cum in the uterus!" He exaggerates his hand motions.

"That sounds very painful." One of them comments.

"I think it sounds pretty hot." She jokingly says. At least he thinks it's a joke.

"Well ladies, I appreciate the company, but I need to be questioned on-" the alarm goes off. There's been a breach.

"WARNING. SCP-106 HAS ESCAPED. WARNING."

His natural duty instincts kick in and run out of the room. He follows the soldiers to help them against the threat of the Old Man.

"What are you doing here!? Go back to your containment chamber!" A soldier shouts.

"Don't worry. I'm a veteran against this fucker." They don't stop him as they reach SCP-106's containment. It's empty. "Get ready, Newi. He could pop out anywhere." Newi snarls as they scan their surroundings. A scream is heard down the hall. Cerberus sprints towards it, seeing a soldier being dragged into SCP-106's dimension. But what shocks him is that he's not an Old Man, but a young beautiful woman.

"What the fuck!?" He shouts. Despite not looking as horrifying, it's still a shock for his mind. Their gaze locked. She stops for a moment, giving the soldier the opportunity to crawl away. Her vacant eyes seem to pierce through the cloth. Another feeling courses through SCP-106's body and he can sense it. "Oh no. Tell me I didn't feel lust behind that stare!?" She lunges at him. "NEWIIII!" She lets a loud screech, as she slashes repeatedly. With the last strike punching her face. The force sends her flying across the hallway.

"HeeheheHAHAHA!" She laughs as black liquid oozes from her body. "Interesting."

"Huh? You can talk!? I guess anything is possible in this reality."

"I don't know why, but I want to torture every single way, while I ride on top you!" She declares.

"...Newi. Do me favor and SLICE THIS YANDERE FUCKER INTO A MILLION PIECES!!"

"UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE UTE!!" Newi battle cries as she slices and minces SCP-106 for a good five minutes.

"AAAAAAH!" She screams in pain, until she is nothing but cubed meat. The soldiers finally arrive, shocked at the scene before them.

"Did you-Did you just kill SCP-106!?" Cerberus looks at them, then back at the mess.

"Guess I did. But still, she's not like The Old Man I know. Fucker would've scoffed off those attacks like nothing. Oh well, that's one less Keter to worry about." He whistles happily and goes back to his chambers, where he rests happily.