D-12735
Secure Contain Protect
D12735 waited patiently as a clear faced helmet was positioned into a ring lock and sealed. A hiss of air and the suit stiffed, slightly ballooning with a positive atmosphere. He stood and shifted under the weight of the suit testing comfort and movement. "This is a nice one." He commented flexing his fingers in the hermitically sealed suit. "Tell the R and D, they did a good job."
"Thank you D12735. Time. 0655." Responded what D12735 only knew as a watcher, or if you will, an overseer. Someone the SCP put in charge of this section of the facility.
In the control room the watchers partner asked. "Why did you mention the time?" The man answered with a disapproving scoff. "You should read the profile on D12735. He works more effectively when you say the time after he does anything." The second watcher sighed saying the obvious. "Why pander to him? They don't last long."
They could hear D12735 chuckling over the intercom. D12735 had said nothing but any could tell he was amused, and by the tone of his laughter, was calling the guy an amateur. "Why is the mike on?" The watcher asked. He did not expect D12735 to answer.
"Keeps me focused. Some of these environments can be memtic. So when I hear you talking, and get the time, if it matches my time, everything's going good, but, you should know this." D12735 said candidly "So?" He asked light heartily. "You get a demotion?" D 12735 asked sounding even more amused.
As D12735 gathered the first cart containing the sample beakers with there equipment he would need for the first phase of this egress. He watched, waiting as the last person exited the chamber, those heavy doors always closing to slowly for him, before a blue light blinked –Cycling.- Only when the light changed to green -Completed.- above the door did D-12735 announce to the watcher. "Support has completed there task, and fully regressed. Sample cart 001 in position. Ready at this end."
"0702." Responded the Watcher. Then he covered the microphone. "Just stay quiet and watch what I do. If you do talk, say the time at the end, if you don't" His voice lowered as he eyed the other watcher dangerously. "I will have you escorted out by this excessively large man here, with the shiny gun, who will not hesitate to use it if you so much as talk to him, then drag your body out."
His partner glanced at the security guards behind them then back to him. "You're taking this a little, far?"
"Have you forgotten this SCP is inherently K class? In addition, D12735, if you had read its profile, you would find he has a long history here with this kind of work. Dimensions, Euclid and keter class. He likes it, or can stand it, does good exploration, and panicked only once. That's when he got those ears. It was during a breach caused by SCP 002, he kept 025 and the clown occupied, or entertained were not sure, until a containment crew could arrive. That reality bender gave him those ears for acting catty, as 025 put it, even the clown laughed at that sarcastic joke. So, just so you understand, he's a bit of a legend at this sight." He watched his partner sigh resigned. Slowly he called up D12735s profile and start reading. "One last thing, he opted to stay after his time had been served, and work with us." Turning back to the controls the watcher made sure all was in order before saying.
"Ok, room is sealed, lets power SCP 5001 up. 0712." Moments later the airlock door opened. Two guards brought in another D personal. Pushed him into the room, and closed the airlock. An automated recording called out. "All none D class personnel have evacuated containment room." The Watcher leaned into the microphone. "D 27555 enter the chamber of 5001 and close the door. 0722." As D27555 entered SCP5001 he was heard complaining about not being told anything as the door closed.
The watcher formally declared. "0725, SCP 5001, door is closed, beginning recording, all defensive measures are now active."
Whispering slowly filled the room, a background noise of thousands of words melding together. "Show time." D12735 whispered.
Four nubs began glowing on the devices side. Like a home projector a light reached out reflecting on a concrete wall. The light on the wall shimmered like the old black and white TV static, as if one were trying to focus in on a channel, then the screen solidified.
Another world appeared.
The watcher and scientists checked the recording equipment and sensors. Automated systems took air samples, separating particulates in the air, annualizing the different gases. Two small drones took flight quickly vanishing over the tree like plant life, of which was festooned with red leafs on brown trunks. Green grass in a small meadow. Small to medium sized green/brown bushes.
"Gravity is 1.2. Atmosphere 17.323psig, and is, well, at first glance, earth normal. 0734." The watcher said surprised. "Adjusting suit pressure." 0735 You are now clear for entry. 0736" D12735 entered slowly to allow for the onboard sensors to adjust to the environment. "0737." Said the watcher as D12735 moved forward in what was for all intents and purposes a space suit.
"Entering event horizon." He said some what thrilled. "0739." The watcher called out.
He moved the cart dragging cords behind him, adjusting them as needed. "I am ten feet past event horizon. Sky is blue, environment, plants seems save for pigmentation earth normal, and gravity seems a bit heavy. Permission to set up atmosphere and seismic instruments then gather biological samples grass, foliage, tree bark and leaves." D12375 asked his excitement, obvious to any.
"Ok, D12735. Permission granted, keep your heart rate below 145 this time or I'm pulling you out. 0740." With a nod and an upset grunt the D class set up the instruments calibrating two of the sensors then started gathering samples. Itemizing the number of grass blades, bugs, calling out container number and slot number in the sample cart. After each movement, action or event the time was called out.
The newbe finely caught it. Covering his microphone for some privacy. "He's moving like a dance, gathering is, well, not a movement wasted." The watcher nodded. Then pointed to the screen for him to keep reading.
A howl was heard long and deep. "0835." The watcher called. Directions of any kind, it was found to be more effective if they used their own, not the world they were on. The wall with the gate faced north. "North by north east. Avians and ground wild life are reacting." D12735 responded, then his hand dropped down to his knife, after a moment he let it go. "I request another cart, I want these samples safe incase this goes south."
"Granted, move collection cart beyond event horizon. We will bring in another D personal to collect it, take cart 003. Time, 0837."
"Now it gets interesting." D 12735 said his anticipation rising. "Cart 001 entering event horizon." "0841" Watched called out. "Retrieving Sample Cart 003." "0842" As D12735 turned the watcher informed D12735 of his next task. "We have enough samples of organics, gather soil samples next. 0844."
"Copy." The same system was used but with digging tools and a hollow pipe drill for depth samples. He had finished with the rocks, and was finding some unusual crystals of various sizes and colors when another howl was heard, much louder.
"Watcher?" D12735 asked. "0858, bring sample cart into containment, acquire cart 002." When cart 003 entered the event horizon Watch called out the time. Any major action D12735 did the time was called and the action voiced by Watcher.
Another howl sounded to the west.
"Time for some organic samples?" D 12735 asked. "Negative, D12735 your LSS hose is only one hundred feet, over this uneven ground you have less then ninety. Time 0908."
"When's that D class getting here? I don't want to lose this, I've never seen anything close to these crystals. They seem to humm, or vibrate, two of them shimmered, like some kind of energy was in them, I could move them to the airlock?"
"D 21555 is here and the airlock is cycling. 0911." D12735 nodded and continued to gather the odd crystals. Giving descriptions, numbers of, containers and locations in cart 002.
"D! Behind you." The bushes shook and a large black dog jumped from it. "0923." The newbe said with a stressed voice. D12735 faced it beginning to describe the creature.
"Approximately six two or six four. Black with red markings on a white face, four legged one head, eyes are red, and the teeth are white. White bone like protrusions at elbows and back, hind feet appear to allow for upright movement, front feet are overlong and have four fingers with a thumb, oversized and hand like for limbs, the fingers end in white bone like claws. Face appears to be covered in white bone with symmetric red markings, shaped like a mask." Watcher grabbed the mike. "0943. You may draw your weapon if it becomes hostile." The watcher hated this part, he was splitting his attention, and the watcher with him he knew would not be any help. That guy was so green he was sour.
"D21555, continue with airlock procedures of sample cart 001 and 003." When the second cart was in the airlock the man complained. "There's no room for me."
"D21555 wait for the airlock to cycle then you can leave." Watcher told him. "0947." It was a lie he knew, the decontamination process took ten minuets, this encounter would be over well before the airlock finished cycling.
"Watcher." D12735 almost barked out the words to get his attention. "This dog is looking at the containment chamber, as if it's trying to decide which way to go. It seems to be, hesitating."
"Keep it out of the containment chamber until D 21555 is clear. 0948." The Watcher turned to the guard standing by the door. "Activate defenses, set to aggressive. If it comes in here I want it dead." The guard looked at the other watcher then back to him and lifted up his arm typing on a pad attached to his armored suit.
"No ya don't." Said D12735 "Engaging." The dog like creature was heading to the containment room. D12735 ran into it with a shoulder slam, then stabbed it. The creature reacted quickly and backhanded D12735. He took the blow and was picked up and landed on his back several feet away.
"D12735 Disengage." Watcher told him. "0950. Security is informed." The egress was starting to fall apart the watcher decided. He just had too much on his plate right now then he heard D12735 curse. "It damaged sample 022 and 023." As he tried to disengage. "Hide is tough, knife hardly did anything. The fur is slippery, or oily." "0951." Watch told him. "Can you disengage?"
"No, I have its attention now, sorry." D12735 voiced with regret. "I think I have to chase it away or kill it." D21555 had seen the thing and was banging on the air lock screaming to be let out.
The Watcher and newbe saw the creature turn away from D12735 and enter the chamber heading for D21555 the act was confusing them. Security in this section had undergone extensive training as the environments experienced were varied and sometimes extreme, there orders were of a simple nature, nothing was to enter the facility past the egress point, and didn't hesitate.
The weapons creating a din in the enclosed space. At first the creature rocked as slugs of various sizes hit it, ripping out chunks from it's body, then impossibly it surged forward trying to get to D21555 before it fell.
D21555 was pressed to the door of the airlock frozen in a panic. Not moving as the watchers told him to gather a sample from the creature. Only when a round was fired in his direction did he move. By that time the thing was smoking, a slow black vapor lifting into the air.
A groan of pain from D12735 caught the watchers attention. "Report! 0959." He all but barked. The response was slow. Were loosing him he thought. "Watcher? I feel, strange. My joints, hurt like arthritis. Just started." "10:00. Describe." Watch told him. Covering the mike the watcher turned to the guard. "Inform medical, we may have an issue." D12735 bent over a muffled moan escaping him. "Watch, something, damn it, hurts, vision blurry. Uuahh!" He went down to his knees. "I hear ticking, like, oh shit! Like SCP 5501. That clock, it's the same sound."
"1001 D12735 mission temporary aborted, enter horizon." Watch told him. He watched D12735 vitals on his board. Everything was going nuts like a compass influenced by a magnet. Body temperature rocked up to 106 then shot down to –10 as D12735 stood, shaking with cold, heartbeat went over 180 and kept rising. The D class went back down to his knees. Crawled on all fours, then collapsed laying face down. Watchers eyes flicked to the airlock timer, maybe he thought.
"D21555 you are to retrieve D12735." Watch told him, when the man did not move security put another shot next to him. "D21555 the next round is going in your arm. This will breach your suit. You know what will happen then. Move to the horizon and recover D12735 use the LSS cords to pull, there strong enough for you to drag him."
"Watch?" The newbe pointed to the readings. Watcher stared. D12735 vitals were almost gone, mass is different the contact sensors that monitored him, half were not reacting. "Well, looks like you're a SCP now D12735." He said the time out of habit. "1003."
"Copy." Gasped D12735. "H,hope, they classified me as safe, again.." D12735 Wheezed trying to push himself up. "Everything's feels hot, suit feels loose now, like it's bigger, or I'm smaller."
Watch switched to a floor camera and zoomed in. "D12735 you are smaller. Your voice has changed, 10:04."
"Gaaa, I hate it when I'm right. Try, trying to stand." Watch saw him struggle upright, pulling at the arms and legs to get the suit to fit somehow. The watcher shook his head at the sight. "10:06. you are about half your normal size, you sound… younger, do you still hear SCP5501 ticking?"
"Yes, not as loud now like a spring not tight, I think nine or, no, ten pings or chime like sounds, were in there somewhere, each one was a spike of white pain, overall the pain is abating, still hard to think, sorry. Moving to event horizon." "1007." Watch told him. "D21555 will assist you."
"Didn't secure my weapon." D12735 mumbled bending to pick it up. He didn't want to waste time with it, but the section leader or L1 would verbally dress him down for leaving evidence behind. He fumbled with the knife trying to sheath it. "1209." Watch could not help himself as he grinned at D12735s blundering. Once finished the cart was next. D12735 was now more shouldering the sample cart then pushing it due to the mass difference. "This is going to be one for the books. D12735 joked."
"Everything here is one for the books. 1011." Watch corrected. "D21555 I want you to…" Watch saw a grisly bear like creature burst out of the low shrubs bounding like an ape to the event horizon. D21555 saw it, screamed and ran for the airlock trying to force open the door. D12735 didn't even see it as it ran over him. The sample cart went flying into the containment room and D12735 to the side. Something in the cart reacted energetically. Rock, Ice and lighting suddenly covered parts of SCP 5001 Two more ape like creatures came out of the wood heading for the opening between worlds.
"Abort!" The newbe yelled hitting their big shiny red button. Blue warning lights lit up the rooms, a klaxon sounded then stopped, turning into a trilling noise like an angry cellphone, it was punctuated by a loud female voice. "Emergency shut down, all personal to safe rooms." Then repeated.
"You idiot! This is not… That energy needs to go somewhere if not depleted slowly!" Watcher yelled. He pointed to the guard then to the newbe. The man screamed as the guard shouldered his weapon and shot him full auto. "Not much time." He told the guard's when the three exited the chamber heading for the safe room.
Automatic weapons tracked the creatures hammering them as they chased D21555 around the room. The portal dimmed and began to flicker, the edges glowing from orange to red before collapsing. Energy flared bathing the room in temperatures briefly exceeding the suns corona. Until all noise stopped. The glow faded and the smoke dissipated. The walls were melted to and past the ceramic layers, beyond the watchers station, the guns were gone, only SCP 5001 remained sitting at an angle in the now liquefied and bubbling floor.
D12735 saw the flickering lights, trying but failing to stand in his oversized suit as the portal closed. "Well, shit." He softly cursed pushing to his knees. Not realizing those would be his last recorded words.
Pulling down the helmet so he could see around himself his words were now for only him. "Well, I am still record holder, more temporal displacer jumps then any D class the SCP has ever known." He told himself proudly. Looking around he sighed as the reality of his situation set in. "Big deal." He muttered to the world.
Getting out of the suit was like trying to tie your shoes while you had oversized thimbles on your fingertips, but once that first hand was free the rest came off easily enough. He scavenged what he could from the suit, which was to say only the knife and a belt with harness. Laying out the suit full length he lay next to it marking the top of his head with the knife then stood.
"I lost over two feet." He said amazed. Patting his face as he tried to figger out if he was just small, or young. Finely looking down at his crotch. "Yep, no hair." It had fallen off as if he had shaved. D12735 rolled the trousers legs up and then the arm rolling it in, pulled his jumper in wrapping the belt tight so the pants would not fall down.
"This isn't going to work." He mumbled. Pulling out the cuffs he cut peaces of his coveralls to fill in the toes of his boots so his feet wouldn't slide around as much. Looking around he kind of laughed. The instruments were still there the seismic had been stepped on, but with out power they were just so much junk. With a sigh and knowing one direction was as good as another he started walking and trudged on until he saw a hill he could climb.
Walking for about five minutes he figured out that climbing a tree may help. "Ok," He asked himself as he looked around. "Got a long cliff, that's no good. Some runes, like an amphitheater. That's a good start. Not much for life, save that black bird. Well I'll try the runes."
Ten minutes of walking passed before he ran into another of those werewolf like creatures. As it growled a challenge D12735 couldn't help but be flippant at it as he pulled out his knife. "You hungry? Ya, so am I." The two attacked each other at the same time. It's movements were slow D12735 noted and not much sophistication in its attack, but getting hit by that oversized hand, sporting oversized claws, would kill him. Like before, its fir felt kind of oily, his knife now oversized in his hand bit into its side repeatedly.
"Ya, I'm just pissing you off with this oversized toothpick arnt I." D12735 confided to the creature. It lunged. D12735 managed to sidestep and get on its back stabbing down trying to draw the knife along the ribs hopefully getting a lung. On his third try he did get a deep rake. He kept going as it stumbled, trying to toss him, finally falling. Once he recovered his breath he tried to carve out a chunk to eat. It started to come apart, looking a lot like floating soot from an oil fire.
"How the hell am I suppose to eat you if you turn into dust?" He kicked it in frustration, putting away the knife, adjusted his clothing and continued walking, muttering to himself. Wondering if all the prey did this, wasting no more time he headed for the runes. It was a strange sight.
"Ok, this, this is just eccentric, who the fuck puts chess pieces out in the middle of nowhere?" When he saw it he couldn't help but think of his Memetic class, well if getting higher then the moon was a class, in his almost twenty years he had seen some, more then strange stuff, but this? He handled a black king before tossing it to the side finding nothing that made it or the stand it was on unique or unusual. "Glad this is showing signs of a parallel world and not a completely alien one." He whispered.
He searched the perimeter and found some tracks and other cuff marks. The humanoid shape prints in the rain spattered dirt were old and took some time to read, but were reassuring.
Humanoids. There would be no rescue he knew. SCP 5001 would when reactivated opened to a different portal, and no two were ever the same, so far as they knew, each time it would be a different world.
It was a good thing that what ever was here could be two legged. Some of the places he'd seen were anything but normal to the eye, and sometimes to the mind.
Climbing up the runes broken walls D12735 couldn't see anything else of interest. "Come on, a fire, or steam plume would be nice. A house, a car noise." He hoped in vain. A glint, a flash in the sky. D12735 Shaded his eyes. "Something." He muttered. It was in the air, moving, but not to fast. Organic or artificial didn't matter, it was a direction. The cliff was the last thing he wanted to climb, it looked miles away and at least a thousand feet if the soft textures from distance were an indicator.
Climbing down D12735 took care not to fall, the gravity here seemed stronger then the watcher stated and the air thicker, making any noise muted. Walking D12735 found a game trail that was going in the general direction he wanted. He took steps to look behind himself in case he had to go back. A simple survival tool, know where you came from. Time passed.
D12735 was sipping from a stream using grass as a makeshift filtering system, hoping no fish or birds had defecated in this section yet when he heard a loud gunshot. He was up and moving when the second one came fallowed by light auto fire. "Hot damn! Something." Running over a small hill he stopped and would have laughed with joy and frustration but. "What am I seeing?" He tried to make sense of it, but, meh?
There were a large pack of those black werewolf like dogs, around two humanoid females. A young woman was spinning and flipping around, like gravity didn't exist. A black ribbon spinning around her like those dancers at the Olympic games. What was even more odd, the pistol at it's end. It was firing whenever she tugged on the ribbon, didn't mater if that strip was in a curve, circle or straight line. What was more nuts is she was hitting these black dogs with it. He counted three seconds before she came back down to earth.
Then the gun was a sword. D12735 blinked surprised, ok matter benders he decided as she launched into a group slashing so fast the blade compressed the air leaving white violet streaks behind it, yet, no sonic boom.
Now, the other one, someone dumped a bunch of gas on her, she was flaming, on fire, and knocking those things around, each time she hit. Boom! They would fly all but weightless through the air, she didn't even seem to be dodging. D12735 saw two of these black dogs hit her. She just didn't seem to care. She set one on fire when she hit it and turned the other almost completely into ash.
One of the females spotted him, pointed and yelled, in English no less. "Look out!" It was half surprise, half survival half instinct that D12735 rolled forward and avoided the rake from one of those grisly like bears. D12735 came up with knife in his hand as it lumbered forward and took another swipe. He had fought bear before, well, it had metal in it and, well as big as a bear, and other bear like creatures, but not with a knife only.
"This will take a while." He told himself to keep his sprits up. The next strike forced him down the hill. D12735 had no intention of fighting this thing when it had the high ground. It fallowed him down the hill.
Events happened fast at this point. A bluish purple light, curved in shape came flying past and cut the creature, then the girl on fire flew past in a yellow brown blur and punched it. D12735 mentally went Meh. Jumping on its arm then hopping on the shoulder using a bone spur for balance he stabbed the thing in the eye. The resistance was like knifing clay it surprised D12735.
He hardly felt the blow the creature landed on him, it seemed more a quick grab and toss. Flying across the meadow he spun slowly. Like skydiving. Because of the thick air he had time to right himself before crash down.
Next was a flash of yellow, and, a soft? Landing? Blinking like a rookie cop he saw a mountain of yellow before he hit the ground. "Nice try." The blond said. Dropping him she braced her arms behind her and flew off with a double shotgun blast. D12735 scrambled to his feet. Watching the scene before him.
That bear was giving as good as it got, D12735s knife unbelievably was still sticking out of its eye. Grabbing a rock D12735 sprinting toward it, flanking before jumping onto it's back. "Get out of the way!" D12735 didn't know who yelled, or if it was at him, he did know this thing almost killed him, and he was going to return the favor. He hammed the knife with the rock, three hits. Watching it sinking deeper with each hit, until it had enough of him. He felt and saw the bears arm move impossibly, a flash behind the eyes, just from the strength of the blow, with pain this time. It had swung its arm, batting him like a fly.
D12735 watched the grass moving below him. "Ok, I fucked up, again." He thought before coming to a sudden swinging stop, hanging upside down, slowly rocking back and forth. A black ribbon was draped over a tree branch the end was wrapped around his ankle. A ripple traveled along the band and it untangled, dropping him a foot before he hit the ground.
When he stood the fight seemed to be over if black billowing smoke was an indicator. Does all the meat like food displace he wondered. D12735 tried to straighten his clothing out, or best described as bunching it up so he would only have to swim in it. Rolling up the sleeves hiking up pant legs just didn't cut it.
His knife hit the ground as he was tucking in the waist. "You dropped this." The one with Black hair told him. With a hint of disapproval coloring her voice. D12735 grinned up at her as he grasped the knife and stood fully.
D12735 noted he was only up to her shoulder, well armpit, maybe. The other one was grinning like the best joke in the world had been told. D12735 would have like that, save she was looking at him. He noted, happy and pleased that he was eye level with those oversized fun bags.
Sheathing the knife he looked closer at her. "Your no longer on fire, and you don't seem burned." The two females exchanged glances, confused or was it a, is this guy for real? Before they started laughing softly.
Well he thought, time to initiate the first contact protocols. Which when he thought about it, well, save for once, there were none. Anyone trapped in an altered dimension, or another world, each was different so only a vague guideline could be made. Most worlds held dissimilar atmospheres and the emergency tank held only 15 minutes of air. Enough to egress but little more. So first protocols were hardly needed. Most were counseled to pop the helmet, let in the atmo, two breaths and your unconscious. Less painful then gasping for a while on little or no air. D12735 blinked out of his reflection and refocused on the two.
"OK, hi, I'm D12735. Pleased to met ya." They watched him somewhat quiet the black haired one looking moderately upset. D12735 shifted hearing the wind and branches clicking together. "Um, and you are?" D12735 emphasized.
The blonde one started laughing, forced herself under control and said and asked. "Allright, hi D, what ever numbers you are, I'm Yang, what's the D for?"
"Disposable." D12735 answered without thinking. Her laughing stopped as if he just knifed her puppy.
"Disposable?" The one in black asked. The way she said it, anger flashing in her eyes, D12735 took a step back. "Hay, no reason to get upset, I'm kind of proud of it."
"What's there to be proud of?" Yang wanted to know. D12735 smiled. "I probably shouldn't tell you but I have out lived the other disposables past 21000." D12735 rocked on his heals in oversized shoes quite pleased.
"I'm calling in a bullhead." The black haired one told Yang. Who just dumbly or to stunned to say anything was mutely nodding.
"Those, eight thousand? Are dead?" Yang asked. D12735 shrugged who can say? The highest one I saw die was D27555.
She paled a bit, seemed to think for a moment. "Is that why you attacked that Ursa? Even though your aura is not unlocked?"
D12735 snickered finding that line of thought a bit simplistic, but good to know what that bear was called. "You think I'm suicidal? Not on your life Yang. D12735s going to go on as long as I can, and what's aura got to do with it?" He frowned a bit switching gears. "But I guess, after that last mess up the SCP has to write me off, missing, or dead."
"This organization, SCP? Where is it?" D12735 shrugged at the black haired woman child. "You got a name?" He asked. With a sigh and a mutter she answered. "Blake Belladonna."
"You're a plate of a shoe that's poison?" She scowled shifting towards him aggressively. "Oh, sorry, that may not be the same chemistry here."
She shook her head trying to get back on track. "No, where is this SCP?"
"That's a good question. I wish I could answered, it would be easier to get home." D12735 told her.
"Ok, I think your just messing with us." Yang told D12735. "Your talking about a lot of people dieing." D12735 shrugged disconnected from that emotion by the shear amount he had seen die, and the interesting ways a lot of them did die. The close calls, and after effects.
"A lot of people would find that ok. Most D rank are murders, the rest are worse, and all are sentenced to prison. Most to death row. Where I was. If you serve and survive a year you're let go, or you can keep on working with the SCP."
"So, you? Your?" Yang asked after her and Blake glanced again at each other.
Me? I was put in jail for killing 37 people…" There reaction seemed so juvenile. D12735 had to smile at em.
"It's going to be ok." Blake told D12735 "A bullhead is coming and we'll will be able to take care of you." D12735 looked confused, for a few heartbeats, seemed to understand then smiled before he laughed.
"Oh, ok, Blake. Everything will be just flaming Ffiinnnee. I'll be happy to see those nice young men in there clean white suits." D12735 snickered a bit, he knew what he would have to do. Leave, he had taken it too far, but it was now a question of, how far will they go? Then he thought. Should I do anything?
This is another world, SCP may not exist here, or could have a different name, it may even be a secret society, not a world financed organization like his, and to them I'm just gibbering.
Yang was shaking her head half laughing and half frowning. "Well, you kind of showed up, no aura, attacking something everyone knows you shouldn't attack. Dressed in some mans clothing, which is prison orange. Spouting stuff about thousands dieing, and you being some kind of mass murder. So, ya." Yang clapped her hands in front of her. "It's a thing." D12735 stared.
"Oh, gaa those girls just keep moving." D12735 thought. "I think I'm in lust." Then realized, disturbingly he felt no lust. "Damn." D12735 murmured. "I'm young." He said just fully realizing it. The chemistry in him had changed, he felt, nothing. The need to reproduce was just not there. The two watched him a bit surprised.
"Should we even try?" Blake asked Yang. "He's kind of gone." Yang shrugged feeling at a loss. "I don't know what they did to him, but it must have been bad."
"Oh?" D12735 asked refocusing on them. "So, I'm the one whose nuts? Na, I think I'll find my own way, thanks, but talk to ya maybe latter." He started to move away from them then Yang grabbed his shoulder.
"Now, just a minute. You are a bit off, and we can welp!" D12735 had grabbed her wrist, lifted and turned it twisting her arm, locking the joints, he bowed holding on, putting his light weight into it, flipping her to the ground. "Now it gets ugly." He told her. Then yanked on her arm with a foot on her armpit. The arm popped as the shoulder extended Yangs face twisting in pain.
Blake moved so fast D12735 could hardly duck, he more then not made the blow glance off his head. As he stumbling forward the black haired one landed another blow making him fly a few feet before he skidded along the ground. "She hits like a linebacker." D12735 thought sliding to a stop trying with the world spinning to roll onto his back.
Automatic rounds traced around his head then Blake pointed the pistol between his eyes. "You have no aura." She told him as if that explained it all. They stared at each other for a few, until D12735 could hear the faint sound of an aircraft. Then. He puzzled a bit seeing Blakes bow, it twitched. He blinked knowing he had to focus.
"So, you're going to kill me if I try to leave?" She shook her head. D12735 started to stand, about that time Yang was getting to her feet. Her injured arm cradled by the other. "Stay down." Blake warned him. "Shooting out your legs sounds like good therapy for me." She gave a head motion to the sky. "They have a medic on board, just so you know, I won't hesitate."
D12735 was content to sit there. Blake had almost knocked his head off and the ringing had yet to leave his ears. He felt like being a smart ass, but the way she kept glancing with distress at Yang as she heaved herself around with a dislocated shoulder, well, he thought better of it.
"How does that even fly?" D12735 watched confused as the aircraft descended. The engines were out on the ends of the wings, like someone said, Yay, putting all the weight on the wing tips is fun, and let's fulcrum the weight for maxim stress on the aircrafts body. That's such a wonderful idea.
It landed just fine, not even kicking up that much dust into the air. The medic came out and fixed up Yang with a crunching pop in a mater of moments. They made D12735 lay on a stretcher and strapped him down. Only then did Blake stop pointing her pistol. D12735 watched it turn into a short sword like some kind of mechanical origami which she sheathed on her back.
His ears were still ringing so the medics decided to sedate, and take D12735 to medical. The doctors seemed rather scolding. Faulting Blake for injuring him, even Yang was upset with the medics and how they were treating Blake. Showing them her shoulder as a comparison, constantly saying aura as if it was some kind of deciding factor.
Once they landed D12735 was put on a gurney and wheeled in. Changed into hospital garb and put into a room with the usual, draw blood, test heart, and breathe deep kind of stuff. They were concerned about his scars. He had been on a lot of missions, so, simply put, he had a lot of scars. When he described what made which scar. They just shook their heads before leaving.
Then a female came in, asked if his head was still ringing, which it was, she nodded and placing her hands on D12735s head she seemed to humm to herself. After a moment the ringing faded, then became nothing. D12735 blinked a bit confused that he would get this kind of treatment.
He had heard about people in his own world that could heal with a touch, but never seen one, they were too important, busy doing things, mostly with paying customers who had a lot of cash. When finished she left without a word.
D12735 was feeling much better. So he went and worked on the next task he started to wiggle out of the straps, no one was watching or pointing a gun at him, so.
The nurse found D12735 sitting on the edge of the bed he had been restrained in. She was startled, but found him non hostile. So she set down the clothing she had brought. Telling him. "This is for you." D12735 happy discarded the hospital gown to get dressed, the nurse blushing as she scurried out. "That boy simply has no manners." She told RWBYs team as she passed.
They were about to go in when D12735 came out, finishing putting on his shirt. "Ok." Said Yang. "I'm kind of digging on the scars." D12735 upper body was marked with scars from bullets, claws, heat, teeth and something else. The one in red elbowed Yang in the ribs. They quieted down and stood still watching him. D12735 couldn't help but feel like they were posing, like for an action shot. Taking in the detail he smiled as he commented.
"Wow!" D12735 said eyeing them in detail. "Cutie, , refined, poised and hot. Nice. Anyone tell you, that you four are all extraordinary looking young lady's?"
"I'm not so sure I feel comfortable being admired by a child." Weiss told her team. "I know I'm not." Ruby said as she frowned. "This is getting ridicules, where is professor Goodwitch?" Blake asked.
Goodwitch? D12735 asked himself. Like the movie? Suddenly he could see it, like different children's tails they stood before him. One even had a red hood. Then the vision vanished leaving D12735 blinking and confused wondering what kind of a dimension or reality this was.
Yang seemed to appear at his side. "Went on another side trip?" She asked and she seemed annoyed by it. "Come on they asked us to take you to Ozpins tower." She explained pushing him a bit. D12735 felt her other hand, formed in a fist pressed into his back. He recalled how she punched and half smiled.
"I'm tempted to let you sever my spine with those shotguns." D12735 told her leaning back and tilting his head to see her face, which seemed mostly covered by hair. "Just to see what they would do to you." The way the paramedics treated Blake for a minor concussion, this would be major.
"Yang." The white one warned. "He has no aura." Weiss reminded her.
"He dislocated Yangs arm." Blake told them. "I don't think he caught her by surprise." Now they were all staring at him. Yang gave him a push.
"Ya know." D12735 started talking as if to a child. "If were going to be friends, you could try something like, oh, I don't know. We have someone in authority who wants to talk to you, would you come with us?"
Stressed and offended to her limit Yang made a guttural noise as her hair ignited. Only his reaction stopped her from punching him.
"How in the…" D12735 asked stymied at the sight. "He reached up palm out like a traffic cop not touching, trying, feeling for the flames. "There's no heat? How is this possible?" D12735 faced then backed away from Yang, muttering, quietly confused, he seemed intent on her flames. "I remember seeing you, fighting, it looked like gas had been pored on you, my mind went counter memtic, but it is you? A manifestation, that you can do."
The one in red took his arm. This one was dressed in Red and Black in an open poncho. Sighing he realized he only came up to her neck. "Hello, I'm Ruby this is Weiss. You're at Beacon Academy and Ozpin is the headmaster here, and he wants to see you." She started leading him then asked. "What do you mean Memetic?"
"I'm still waiting for SCP." Blake told Ruby. "And why D is disposable." The troop stopped, everyone staring at him. D12735 sighed. "Can we get on with it?" They started moving a bit more guarded D12735 noted.
The kid sighed, thinking, may as well practice on you four.
"First my name. D12735 I am a disposable, why? I've killed people.
"Two SCP stands for Secure: Contain: Protect: It is a world funded organization.
"Memtic or Antimemtic is a mental discipline to keep ones sanity or allow action when a SCP agent encounters Mind Benders, Brain Leaches, Reality Benders, illusionists, toxic art, manuscripts and there like. There are also other category's. Some of the creatures SCP encounters are safe, just strange. The next are called Euclid, dangerous and containment is more difficult and then Keter, hard to keep contained, extremely dangerous, and some are so strange or dangerous that it can only be monitored. A few are even classified as end of the world if they get loose, or move. But that's a clearance I don't have being a disposable and all that."
It was a quiet walk to the tower to meet this Ozpin.
They did get chatty when lifting in the elevator. Talking about this headmaster named Ozpin.
Tower"Well, this is a disappointment. No, no not you Ozpin, or any of you others. It's just, well, I thought there would be more." D12735 pointed a thumb over his shoulder. These four acted like we were approaching some mythical avatar."
"It's not that all this is not impressive, in its own way. Hell, you've got people who catch themselves on fire, defy gravity."
Ozpin frowned slightly, mentally shunting the foreign sentence's aside. The person sitting in his office did not have a name, only a designation, calling himself D-12735. What was more disturbing, he is a child faunas, long black cat ears with a small tuff of fur extending above the ear tips with a slight mottling inside them, like the freckles on his face. Black hair, brown cat slit eyes, and teeth with pointed incisors.
The D designation stood for Disposable. That he was one of near thirteen thousand was disturbing just in the implications. Ozpin watched Glenda Goodwitch staring almost without emotion. That was a bad sign. With a sigh he asked. "How many are D class?"
"Couldn't tell you. Excuse me if I don't call you Headmaster, I hate using any word with master in it." Shifting in the chair the young man asked. "Anyone here got a smoke? I usually get one after a mission or event, and it's been a few days now."
With little waiting as if used to a no he continued. He had tossed away the idea of security, from what he had seen this place was like his only in form. "Last one I saw alive was D27555. So I guess, that many. He was used to power up SCP 5001. I don't think they would use any D class for that who wasn't new, had passed there yearly time, or just damaged."
Goodwitches voice sounded strained when she asked. "What do you mean by power up?" D12735 looked around at everyone as if he was puzzled by the question. Goodwitch sighed. "Let me rephrase. To activate this SCP 5001, do you use lives?"
"Nop, tech boys told me it's the soul it needs, body's just fine, well baring the lack of a soul, so it eventually dies, and the defecation, but they give em some kind of rubber dipper to take care of that." He looked rather surprised as if there shock was unexpected.
A rather tall man who was part cyborg was next to speak. "If you tell us the location of this base, you can end a lot of misery." His commanding kind words were met with sputtering laughter. The faunas kept laughing all but falling on the floor. When he regained some composure and straightened himself up. Giggling he tried to explain.
"No, no. You don't get it. I am D class but my specialty is keter and Euclid, dimensional, Mimetic, Cognito hazard, and reality shift exploration. There is no facility, not here in this plane of existence, or dimension, or reality if you prefer. For all I know were magnetic ink on some server and someone is giving us life by reading us." The idea of repeating something over and over without knowing it disturbed him to the point of assuming the worst. "Damn you, all of you. If I catch the writer I'll end it slowly."
Sighing he continued. "SCP 5001 when powered up opens a door, a portal to a different place, reality or dimension, each world is different. It's done usually when the research teams have some free time. The D class goes in, it activates, and we gather samples from the world SCP 5001 opens to us and the lab techs have a heyday with what's brought back."
"Your from a different, dimensional plain of existence?" Ironwood more repeated to him then asked, suggesting with his voice that D12735 was disillusioned. "You seem rather young for that kind of work."
"Look, tinman." He said condescendingly. "I may look young, but I'm almost forty fucking years old." He stood walking toward him rather angry. "I have been with the SCP for over twenty years, lived past four breaches, and have over three hundred survived missions, so sorry if some of the Euclid and keter effects, the reality bending don't fit in with your world view."
"I think." Ozpins voiced, demanding their attention. "That calm, less accusations to this unique situation should be made until we have more information." He waited until Ironwood and D 12735 regained their seats.
"I believe." Ozpin straightened up at his desk chair. "If we understand the events that brought you to the Emerald Forest, during a field trip for our students, that would help us to understand your situation better."
The, what looked like a tall ten year boy muttered. "Emerald? Ozpin? Oz!?" Then he flopped his arms in an over exaggerated shrug then retook his seat. "Fire away." He told Ozpin.
Sighing Ozpin asked as clearly as he could. "Would you describe the events leading you to us?"
"Piff. Sure. After the morning workout I was escorted to containment chamber, well they don't tell us the number, so I don't know. I was given a readout of what was expected of me. I always like it when they do that. Tells me they want a successful mission. Most importantly for me that I'm not the one feeding SCP 5001. Like I said it needs a soul to work."
He taped the upper part of his chest pocket, muttered then continued. "SCP 5001 is seven feet tall, about ten long and five deep, with a platform twice that size, it has four bud like protrusions facing one side. Pointed at a wall. On the back is a door, within a circle chamber, with a handle that allows the persons standing in it to close the door." D12735 took a breath.
"Other then an on off switch. There are no switches of any kind or controls on the device. Once the door is closed anyone within twenty feet can hear what sounds like a multitude of people whispering, that goes on for thirty to forty eight hours. After a warm up a portal opens to another world, no two are the same. The eggheads when they have down time like to explore, find new and unusual items. Like these crystals I found here."
"You killed a person just to explore?" Goodwitch asked. D12735 looked offended clicking into angry. "No Good Witch of the East, I didn't bring him, the damn guards did, like they brought me!" D12735 continued rather heated at the surprised professor. "He was all but shoved into that thing, I'm just glad it was him, not me." D12735 watched this woman wondering why one life was upsetting her so much. He remembered an entire city empting. The thing that draped over the city like a jellyfish took six nuke's to dissipate. The few survivors they recovered talked backwards.
"This is all rather fictional. Do you have any proof?" Ironwood asked.
"About the only thing that I have on me right now is this knife and clothing. There is some instruments and the environmental suit. Which was left at the target sight." D12735 stood and offered Ironwood the knife.
Ironwood examined the knife a bit before laying it on Ozpins desk. "I want to do some tests." He explained giving D12735 no say in the matter.
Ozpin leaned forward looking at the blade. "Can you find this entry point?" D12735 nodded. "I've traced my path through the black woods with my eyes closed and a building whose walls, rooms and corridors shifted, a static forest is not a problem." D12735 watched the expressions they held then sighed in a do I have to explain everything.
"It was a living building ok, some nut job killed about two hundred people in some kind of ritual to his god, then built a home on the site. It had laid dormant for years then went active, turns out there was a descendant of the ones who killed them in the house. So the ghosts woke up, took control of the building shifting rooms, halls, everything to keep him, and killed him and anyone related to or defending him."
"I hope he's insane." Whispered Weiss. "If he's not, the world is going to be a lot different." The rest of RWBY nodded. Why Ozpin asked them to stay still bothered Yang. Stable comfort Ozpin had said. This kid swore worse then Qrow when he's angry. Had no respect for Ironwood and seemed ready to fight him. Yang shook her head thinking and hoping that he better be dealing with less then a full deck.
"Your clothing was over sized for you, why?" Ozpin leaned back having looked the knife over finding it made of a casting and ground to an edge, a primitive technique, and was trying to cool down his heart after hearing, true or not, of someone sacrificed peoples souls to unknown gods and enigmatic mechanisms.
"Oh, ya. There is a Euclid device. It's all clockwork gears, kind of like this room, but this thing is about the size of your desk. It has a single key slot in it. They had me turn the key, you go to a point and it clicks, the gears turn and it makes a ticking sound. They had me turn it ten clicks counter clock ways." D12735 tilted back as if trying to remember something.
"I was handling some strange crystals they were red, green, yellow, white, brown, and some odd combinations. I was handing I think a blue and purple one when this black creature with a white face came into our controlled egress. It headed for the entry point, I attacked, and it knocked me back heading for D21555, still wonder why, I was right there and I had attacked it. But anywho, the samples were crushed when I was hit. There was some kind of energy discharge. I think, that and the Euclid device forced a reaction, I heard the same ticking sound as that clock, and well, was painfully aged backwards."
"Refined and mixed correctly those types of crystals dilate time." Ironwood told Ozpin. Ozpin puzzled for a bit saying slowly. "You had no idea what this device would do? Yet you still…?" Ozpin stopped suddenly realizing. "You, disposable, they wanted to know how it worked, what it did, and you were at hand." D12735 nodded, smiling that somebody finely got it. "It's hard to say no with a weapon pointed at your head." He told Ozpin, then seemed to think for a bit before confiding in them.
"To be fair I was on a double demerit at that time for fighting in the cafeteria." He told the headmaster. "The higher up's don't like wasting us, unless they have to, and a high death count is bad for public relations."
"This explains much, your behavior, lack of any fear. Alike to old solders of the twenty year war." Ozpin sighed at that painful memory rubbing his forehead before requesting of Ironwood.
"Ironwood before we can conclude this would you and Team RWBY accompany." He seemed to stare at the man child. "Escort Dee to where he abandoned this suit and equipment, bring it to Beacon."
As they stood D12735 asked. "Do you have any food? It's been a while, that is, almost all day since I've eaten." That seemed to shift the mood. Ozpin looked out the window the sun becoming low but still a few hours from the horizon. "Perhaps this is best done tomorrow, just getting out there and an unknown walk could put the entire team in unnecessary danger."
"Well, I do remember some runs with chess peace's scattered about. If we jump to there it's not but a twenty minute walk." D12735 offered as a solution.
Ozpin looked like he was holding back a laugh or some kind of amusement. "I see. Did you touch any of them?"
D12735 answered straight up. "I picked up a black king, but I tossed it."
"We need to go as soon as possible." Ironwood told them heading for the elevator.
After they were gone Goodwitch rolled her eyes. "No. I can see it on your face. Any can tell after just a few words with him. That child is a psychopath, he can kill someone and not bat an eye. Who knows what values he holds. By my life, he tried to barter a meal for cooperation?" Goodwitch walked closer to Ozpins desk.
"His whole history is that of a number, he I don't think remembers his own name. You called him Dee and he accepted it as his number here." She glared at Ozpin realizing he was not moved by her urging.
"I will officially report this, if there is a device or a suit and if they are made out of any materials we don't have or can't make this will need to be made known."
"Even so." Ozpin stated formally to Goodwitch. "It will give confirmation of his claim. So there is that. What I am disturbed with is, if true, did anything fallow him? When he entered our world?" Seeing Goodwitchs blank look of shock made the whole thing worth it. Ozpin sipped some coffee to celebrate. He, personally never understood why, but he liked getting the last word with her.
The bullhead ride to the runes was uneventful and short. They offloaded as it hovered D12735 taking his time, making sure his landing was right so he would not break anything. The others carelessly jumped as if twenty feet was nothing to them.
D12735 quickly oriented himself. Found his marks in the grass and his tracks in the forest. It took them as he said twenty minutes. A small meadow held only an instrument package and an environment suit laid out neatly on the grass. A three hose system braided in wound steel, strung out to a point where they were cut by heat.
Ironwood sent up a flare telling the bullhead where they were.
It turned out to be a quick enough that they even had time for diner.
D12735 ate like he had not eaten for days. Finishing off the food like only an effective eating machine could.
Goodwitch entered the cafeteria. "Dee." She called walking closer to him. "Dee." D12735 looked up saw her and jumped to attention. "Yes Mam."
She sighed. "Do not address me as such, professor or professor Goodwitch will do. I have accommodations for you." He stood waiting. She sighed again. "If you have finished your meal?
"Yes I have." He declared. With another frustrated sigh she turned. "Fallow me then." D12735 fallowed and all but became her shadow.
Ruby walked over to the table he used. Looking at the leftover meal. "He wasn't finished." She told her team as she returned to her seat.
"I don't think it would matter." Weiss commented dryly. "He's akin to an Atlesian soldier the way he acted."
"Are Atlesian soldiers anti social?" Blake asked. Weiss for a moment thought she was baiting her, but Blakes face and eyes said otherwise. "No, not like that. Once we told him where things were he separated from us immediately." She admitted.
"He's a little psycho." Yang hrumped. "I think I may let you cripple me, just to see what happens to you." She mimicked D12735s voice. Yang sighed explaining what he did. "Trouble is, he leaned into Amber right after he said that." She set down her fork and started brooding.
"Ozpin did say he held no fear." Ruby offered. "If just that house is true, well, twenty years is a long time, you could experience, a lot." She finished quietly.
Blake pushed away her food talking low. "He talks about three hundred missions, four break outs? What does that even imply, a prison brake out? Do they keep those things in a cell? Fighting creatures, things, that twist matter, even reality, some so strong they may as well be gods. He talks like he's fought them, or, and survived them." Blake leaned forward and whispered. "When Yang grabbed his shoulder, he flipped her, quick. Then he said. Now it gets ugly. And popped her arm right out of its socket."
"That's when you hit him? Right?" Weiss asked. Blake nodded. "Twice, the first blow he managed to deflect but he was thrown off balance so the second took him down."
"But." Ruby stopped eating looking to Blake and then Yang. "He has no aura, he shouldn't be able to do that." She almost protested.
"If you fight things that make a Ursa look week, you learn how or die, I guess." Yang muttered. "The way he went after that last Ursa, I thought he was a suicide in the making, but now, I really think he thought he could take it down, even with a dime store knife." Then she laughed. It made her group wince. That wasn't a Yang laugh.
"Remember Ozpin asking what, if any chess piece he took?" Yang waited for her team to finish glancing at each other before they nodded. "I get the feeling he wants this little psycho to join up, have his aura unlocked, and learn how to use it."
"That may explain why Goodwitch is, well, tense with him." Ruby sighed. Then she perked up. Completely switching gears. "I wonder what kind of stories he has." Weiss took Rubys shoulder telling her sincerely. "I've met solders, who fought in the last war, they were old, but remembered. Blood Ruby, most of their stories were of blood and death. With him, I would wager that house that kills people is one of the more docile story's."