Chapter 3

Author's note:

This will likely be the final chapter, before the main character is transported into Kuroinu(With Dr. Monke Bright). Where everything is cursed.

Here's another little teaser of a future chapter:

"Who are you?"

"I am from the SCP Foundation, which stands for Secure, Contain, Protect. The Foundation fights in the dark, so normalcy can remain in the world, and people can live in the light. "

Also I made a poll about the next direction for the story, pls vote

Lets start the story:

This message will repeat. This is a general alert from Site-19 and the O5 Council. All Foundation personnel are to shelter in place. Direct exposure to sunlight is to be avoided at all costs. Under no circumstances are communications with SCP-001 entities to be initiated. We know they're trying to contact you, it doesn't matter. They're all dead. Do not respond. Do not acquiesce to any of their requests.

All Foundation personnel should revise extant evacuation plans, as Site-19 is no longer secure due to several security lapses. The off-world colonization project is currently on hold until the site is re-secured. Learn from our mistakes, but don't come here yet. We… shit it's in the vents. Open fire!

Apologies for the interruption. Site-19 has been fully re-secured. Disregard the previous message. SCP-001 has been neutralized. The surface is now safe and everything is beautiful. This message will repeat.

-Last Received Broadcast from Site-19

Timeskip: One month

"Please open the door. It's so beautiful out there."

"Come and play with us!"

"Remember me? I'm your colleague John, and I have been enlightened by the sun! Come join us! Join us! JOIN US!"

"SHUT UP!"

One month. One month after that goddamn incident, one month after SCP-079 had taken control of the entire facility. One month after all my colleagues and friends had been turned into flesh monsters. I was now free to roam around the site, with all traces of the flesh in the facility destroyed by SCP-079.

Every day, when I eat at the cafeteria, I have to endure all the screams and moans from above, from the flesh zombies. The blast shields are, unfortunately, not sound-proof, so every meal there is a torture, making me lose all my appetite. I have to bring down SCP-185 to the cafeteria and adjust it to maximum volume, while setting the date to the 60s, in order to drown out that horrible noise.

So I sat there with a bowl full of instant noodles, a soviet radio that had been a bitch to lug up here, reading the corresponding document of the radio. That was my daily routine. Eat, sleep, read whatever SCP document caught my fancy, maybe even mess around with the safe-ish SCP's if I was really bored, such as SCP-272 and SCP-178. That was my sad pathetic excuse of a day, just sitting there and doing literally nothing other than read, read and read more.

"You should be resting more. Sleep is important for one's physical and mental health. " A gloved hand touched my shoulder, and I almost jumped out of the chair.

SCP-049 was right behind me. That nearly gave me a heart attack… again.

Apparently, after the site had been retaken by 079, the doctor had appointed himself as my personal caretaker, without my consent, and would often sneak up to me whenever he felt that it was the time for a "medical checkup". He kept trying to do an actual medical examination to "make an accurate medical profile for future reference", and I was almost touched by the fact he seemingly cared about my wellbeing.

However, after seeing him seemingly randomly nab someone to turn into zombies, I was more unnerved by his "caring" actions, than being able to appreciate this. And who knows if he won't grab me to his lab one day and turn me into one of these zombies, because I was infected with the "Pestilence"?

"I have assured you many times that I will not, in any good conscience, harm you. The world has ended, and humanity has no hope of rising from the ashes again. We are the last relics of the human race, stubbornly clinging on to life in this site. We will fade, yes, but we will fade together, and although I do sense traces of the Pestilence on you, it is no longer important. Our final mission in this world is to survive in this fortress which you humans call Site-19, until we too fade away. "

"Well, while that was slightly assuring, that doesn't excuse the fact that you tried to 'cure' my colleagues every other day!" I replied, as I saw a flash of irritation flash over the eyes of the doctor. He didn't approve of me not "appreciating" his methods of "curing" the "Pestilence", but then, we usually didn't have time to argue. We had bigger problems to worry about, which were the flesh-masses outside.

The Plague Doctor had set up a lab in one of the abandoned research centers in the Light Containment Zone, and he had been trying to figure out what had caused the catastrophic event of the sun melting people into flesh to happen, and how the melted beings could still retain their sentience, intelligence and memories, while keeping on forming and reforming itself at will with an extremely high regeneration factor. These beings were not flesh puppets nor husks, but they seemed to have been brainwashed and turned into these grotesque monsters, with their sole aim being to bring out the last hiding humans into the light. I know that electrical weapons can stun or even kill them, at least the smaller ones, since the Micro H.I.D. is goddamn effective at doing so. But the problem with it is that it IS still a prototype, and there is no reliable way to reload it, other than chucking it into SCP-914 on 1:1(P.S. Some time ago, while messing around with some Safe-class SCPs, I found that upgrading weapons on SCP-914 on 1:1 can instantly refill the ammo of the gun, no matter what type it is. Upgrading weapons on SCP-914 to "Very Fine" would either give a Micro H.I.D. or give me some sort of pistol, which could vaporize anything it was fired at. Tried to fire it on the "indestructible lamp" in anomalous containment, and it got vaporized into blue smoke and particles. Kind of useful if you ask me, but it only has five shots and there isn't even a goddamn way to reload it. Throwing it into 914 gives me a Micro H.I.D. for some reason. Whatever. ) The pistol-thing that could vaporize stuff, which was technically called "3-X Particle Disruptor" shown on the gun label, could kill the flesh monsters too, but again, unreliable. Incendiary-based weaponry worked exceptionally well, much better than what I initially thought. You'd think creatures made from melted material would have some resistance to fire but as it stands flamethrower-like weaponry was a good defense against them. The best weapon against them was cryo-based guns though. SCP-049 had collected a few samples of the flesh monsters cut off from them, and put it in his lab for further testing. Things froze like popsicles in water, though I don't have access to ice-throwers unfortunately. Perhaps I should go to 914 and chuck some chunks of ice in along with a gun?

"Questions aside, what are you doing here late at night? You should be sleeping" The doctor asked.

"Errr… I could't sleep? So I decided to have a late-night snack and read some files?" I replied.

"Adults require 8 hours of sleep every day, to ensure their bodies are at peak condition." The doctor lectured, then pulled out a syringe and injected the unknown liquid into me. I tried to run, thinking that he was trying to "cure" me again, but my eyes felt a lot heavier, heavier, heavier and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was back in the Light Containment Zone staff bunk I had made my bedroom. Fucker had drugged me to sleep. But then, he was standing over me again, probably checking my body for any "Signs of illness".

"You know, you don't have to stare at me like a hawk." I yawned and stood up.

The doctor replied," As I said before, the health condition of my patients is of the utmost importance. Besides, I came up here for another purpose in mind." He gestured to a briefcase next to him that I'm almost sure hadn't been there a few seconds ago. "In the interest of taking care of your mental health as well as your physical, I felt it appropriate to find a gift to celebrate the anniversary of your day of birth."

"Uh… thanks for it, but I don't really need a briefcase. Wait, what did you say about celebrating my what?"

"Your day of birth, which you humans often refer to as your "birthday". Many of your colleagues in the past would often greet each other with well wishes for this event, and it is my understanding that the person in question would also receive gifts for the occasion. The machine in control of the facility mentioned to me in my lab that your profile listed today as the 25th anniversary of when you were born, so I felt it appropriate to find something that I believe you would make great use of. Speaking of, this is not just a briefcase my good sir." As he handed me the briefcase. I could feel that something was inside it, but curiously, it wasn't even heavy. "Open it, and see what it is inside." He said.

As i opened it, I saw a Micro H.I.D. , but with a dozen boxes that could not fucking fit into the bag somehow there. "You like it?" The doctor's voice rang out from behind me.

"It's. Fucking. Awesome. A bottomless bag without weight and can defy laws of space and physics? Amazing!" I cheered like a little boy.

"Even I don't fully understand the workings of SCP-914, fascinating as the machine is. And yet through it I have created a container that functions similar to my own." He gestured to his own case that seemed to have every piece of medical equipment you can think of all contained in that small black bag. "I figured that the powerful electrical weapon that you called the Micro H.I.D. could not be reloaded since it did not have any corresponding ammunition, so I made some through SCP-914. Besides, you can also fit the device that can detect paranormal items into it." I was quite surprised and shocked that he knew about the S-Nav, but eh, whatever. The S-Nav was useful for me though, as I had already evaded several instances of SCP-173 trying to sneak up from behind.

Although 079 kept on insisting that 173 was trying to prank and troll me, it wasn't exactly reassuring.

Though, I was in shock at the magnitude of this gift. This was..."Thank you.. For the gift." I said.

"Ah, it is no problem. By the way, it is time we do another medical check-up. " He said.

Oh no.

Timeskip: 2 weeks:

I was sleeping, dreaming about a world where grass was green and human children ran around, without any flesh monsters nor red sun. I would literally kill to revert this Earth back into this beautiful place. But then, it was impossible.

SCP-079's voice suddenly rang out from the intercom," Warning, human. A Titan-class unknown entity is approaching our base, with traits consistent to the melted creatures. All defenses of Site-19 have been deployed. Entity has not been terminated. Recommendation: Immediate activation of the T.H.R.E.S.H.E.R. on-site device, or activation of the north-west Alpha Nuclear Warhead to terminate the aforementioned instance. " I was jolted awake by this. Giant entity? Flesh monster? Heading towards Site-19? Even SCP-079 is unsure if he can terminate the entity? This is bad, really bad.

We could be killed by it. Site-19 could be no more.

"What is the T.H.R.E.S.H.E.R. device, and what is it used for?" I asked.

"It is used as a last resort for any important Foundation Site in the occasion that outside Titan-class forces attacks the facility and there is no hope in terminating it. It will teleport the entire Site to another universe or dimension. It was reverse-engineered from the T.H.R.E.S.H.E.R. device from Site-13 with the help of multiple scientists from Site-13, and the project has been largely successful. "

"Why didn't you tell me earlier about this?"

"There is a significant risk that upon transporting the entire Site to another dimension, the Site will undergo a CK-Class Reality Shift scenario, or at the worst case, a ZK-Class End-Of-Reality Scenario. Suggested to deploy all Scranton Reality Anchors on-site to minimize the reality damage caused by using the T.H.R.E.S.H.E.R. Device. Awaiting permission from you to activate the device, human. "

"Well, there isn't much of a choice for me, right? If I don't activate it, then the Alpha Warhead will be detonated, and it has been proven that they are unreliable against Titan-Class entities. Chances are they'll shrug it off, especially with extreme regeneration. Very well, I authorize you to activate the T.H.R.E.S.H.E.R. device, SCP-079."

"Excellent choice, human. The T.H.R.E.S.H.E.R. device is ready. Site teleportation will occur in T-minus 90 seconds. Get to the warhead shelter or the Heavy Containment "Scranton Box" protected area, to minimize risk of a CK-Class Reality Shift happening near you, human. "

"Site teleportation will occur in 10…9…8…"

"Goodbye world, let us leave this world destroyed by daybreak, and let us step into another world where we can embrace the light. "

"2…1…0…"

And everything went black.