A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to my first fic. I am very new to the writing game so don't expect this to be the best thing you have ever read but anyways I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to comment and feedback and suggestions so I can improve on my writing. Cover art created by Kiyayday big thanks to her and I suggest you check her out for more great art on Instagram /kiyayday and twitter /kiyayday?s=09
The monitors around the security room flickered, cycling through various images around and inside the facility. Each of them was monitored by a respective class B personnel as opposed to the usual class C. Of the individuals watching the monitors, a number which totaled up to twenty, there were ten others behind them. Although they too were watching the monitors, that was not their primary task. Rather, they were awaiting orders.
Of the ten in particular, one was a woman who was eyeing a certain monitor, reading what was displayed upon its screen.
SCP 198 chamber 1 - secure
SCP 307 chamber 2 - secure
SCP 513 chamber 3 - secure
SCP 991 chamber 4 - secure
SCP 261 chamber 5 - secure
SCP 093 chamber 6 - secure
SCP 997 chamber 7 - secure
SCP 082 chamber 8 - secure
Her eyes lingered on the last entry for a few seconds and then moved to another screen with a view inside one of the containment cells. Inside sat an obese, yet oddly muscular man, his features completely disproportionate from what would be considered a normal human body.
He sat in such a way that only half of his face was available to the view of the camera.
The audio for this chamber was on, allowing for a slight humming to be heard in the tune of Bizet's Habanera. The woman's eyes remained on this monitor for some time until the sound of someone calling for her pulled her out of her trance.
"Prism, you okay?" asked a young boy in silver armor similar to that worn by knights in the medieval era.
"Yeah, Gallant, I'm fine," Prism responded. "Just assessing the entity we need to ship." She returned her gaze to the screen.
Gallant nodded slightly and turned away to continue a previous conversation he was having.
"How much longer until we head out?" asked another boy in medieval armor, a lance laying beside him.
"Just about ten minutes until MTF arrives," replied one of the personnel seated at a monitor.
An audible sigh could be heard from the direction of the Ward.
Prism took her eyes off the screen once more to reassess her team: six PRT officers each wielding a containment foam blaster, and the Wards. Said Wards, Gallant, Jouster, and Raymancer, were all discussing things between themselves and the personnel at the monitors.
A few moments later a man stepped into the room, he was wearing a large lab coat, long enough that the base of it almost reached the floor.
He spoke, "Listen up everyone!" The room fell silent, everyone's gaze turning to face him minus those that were positioned at the monitors.
"We are very lucky to have the assistance of the Protectorate for the transfer of SCP 082 and I would like to give my biggest thanks to them. I expect each of you to give them the same deal of respect that you give me." Heads nodded as he finished that sentence.
He continued, "I don't think I need to remind you all that despite this SCP only being categorized as a Euclid, everyone's guard should remain up at all times until we arrive at Site 14 in order to prevent any casualties or outbreaks."
Jouster harshly interjected, "Why even move him? Seems like you have him all under control the way he's set up currently."
Prism glared at Jouster and was about to say something before the researcher responded to the question.
"While we do have him contained for now, our site is too small and does not have enough security to be able to host him in the long run. The chances of a containment breach increase the longer we have him here. Site 14 however, has ample security and staff to ensure the safety of everyone involved."
He was again cut off, this time by the personnel at the monitor. "Seven minutes until MTF arrives sir."
"Very well," the researcher said. "You have all been briefed, positions everyone." And with that, all armed personnel filed out of the room alongside the protectorate members. They took a left down a long hallway until they were at a large metal door, the entrance to the chamber of 082.
Two PRT officers stood on each side of the giant metal door alongside four armed personnel and waited for the signal that would signify the opening of the door.
The remaining Personnel and PRT officers created a square formation around the door with Prism in the wards lingering at the very back, behind the formation.
Prism spoke to the Wards, "Remember the procedures you three; form up and do not let your guard down at any point! There's no telling what kind of tricks this thing may have, remember your positions?"
All three responded with a nod and began taking their positions, Raymancer going to the left and Gallant to the right, both positions behind the PRT officers. Jouster began to move to his position, but an arm on his shoulder from Prism stopped him.
She began speaking to him this time in a harsh tone. "Because of that little stunt you pulled back there, when we get back to HQ you are getting double patrol shifts for the next week."
Jouster didn't reply, looking off in a different direction grunting. "I still don't see why we brought these two instead of Flechette and Shelter."
"I already told you, they weren't fit for this specific mission compared to Gallant and Raymancer. Either way the Director thought it would be good for you to broaden your horizons when it comes to working with other capes."
He didn't reply to that opting to instead walk over towards Gallant and ready his lance by his side, waiting for the signal.
Minutes passed before the sound of an alarm came on around the area. Before a green light flashed above the massive metal door, accompanied by a female voice that said, "Chamber 8 now opening."
The door retracted itself from bottom to the top, putting them face to face with the creature. He was tall, about 8 feet in all. His features looked more disproportioned in person than from the view of the camera. He exited his cell until he was standing in the middle of the formation that had been made around him.
A guard spoke. "You know the drill 082."
The giant man stood and looked at the guard that had spoken. Through his enormous blunted teeth he spoke in a thick French accent. "Why do you always have to be so very rude, I've told you all many times before my name is Fernand."
No one spoke after that and a long period of silence followed until the SCP took a few steps forward and stuck out it's bulbous misshapen hands allowing one guard to move up and put four sets of restraints upon what they could only assume to be his wrists.
The restraints were similar to that of traditional handcuffs used by police officers however they were much thicker and instead of chains being used to link the two cuffs together cable took its place. 082 swiveled his head around the room looking from left to right noticing the new faces in the crowd.
"Ah I see we have some new members here. I can tell you aren't of the traditional variety based on what you're wearing." He chuckled as he finished this last part.
"Walk!" The guard demanded.
The SCP looked over at Prism and the Wards again. "You all are different than the rest aren't you? Perhaps more experienced? No doesn't fit with the costumes, unless... you're SCP's as well. Forced into aiding your captors I assume?"
"I won't ask again!" The guard threatened.
"Yes yes, I'm moving, I'm moving." Replied the SCP in an exasperated tone.
The Officers and Personnel backed away, matching each step that the SCP took, the hallways being as wide as they were allowed them to keep their formation all the while.
They came to a branching pathway, one hallway going straight, the other going left. Moments after they arrived the same female voice came over the radio followed alongside an alarm. It was different than last time due to the fact that it's blaring sounded urgent and rang throughout the entire Site.
"Warning Chamber 2 breached all personnel proceed to safe areas while the threat is contain—"
Power to the building cut out just before the sentence could be completed shrouding the building in darkness. All was silent until a familiar heavily accented voice echoed throughout the darkness. "How unfortunate." Followed by the sickening sounds of crunches and wails of pain.
PRT officers and personnel scrambled to turn on the flashlights on the barrel of their firearms revealing the gruesome scene of the SCP holding the lifeless corpse of a guard in one of his hands, the life crushed out of him and a PRT officer stuck within its mouth his skull crushed by the force of the creatures jaw.
"Spray him!" Prism yelled
On command the remaining PRT officers aimed at the cannibal and sprayed containment foam at it. It was too quick, however, and dodged to the left, throwing the guard in it's hand at the officers before running down the left hallway escaping out of sight.
Prism helped up the officers that were hit by the body of the dead PRT officer and yelled out. "Don't let that thing break out of this building, we follow it and we capture it!" She led the way down the hallway leaving two PRT officers behind to use containment foam on the entrance in order to prevent any escape attempts from it or any other SCPs.
Prism split herself off into three clones and began to lead the Wards and remaining guards and officers down the hallway in the same direction that the cannibal fled.
The darkness swallowed everything but the light illuminating from the flashlights. They walked down the hallway until they came across another forked path, streaks of blood covered the walls and floor, the corpses it belonged to littered the floor just a few feet away. Their bodies crumpled in unnatural ways with bones visibility protruding through skin allowed for blood to leak from them.
Bloody footprints could be seen making off straight as opposed to straying off to the right.
Prism sent one of her clones down the hallway to the right, the other two continuing in the direction of the bloody footprints. "Wards you three follow the path with one clone take two guards with you, the rest of us will continue down the hallway of the we cannot risk this thing leaving this facility understand?!"
Raymancer took it upon himself and answered for all three of them boldly stating "Yes ma'am" before leading into the right hallway, the rest of the wards following behind.
The footprints in the hall continued for a bit before fading until nothing remained but the white tile of the floor.
Prism had one clone lead the way, the other staying in back with the officers and personnel. With her consciousness divided between the three clones she was aware of screams in the distance of both hallways.
"Shit" she murmured to herself thinking that other SCP's escaped containment and were now loose in the site. She continued down both hallways then noticed something in the hallways the Wards were in, blood. Without warning her squadron she morphed back into a single form alongside the Wards.
Gallant was the first to sense it and basically screamed the words "Back up!"
She narrowly missed being bashed in by a large hand that emerged from the darkness.
Gallant fired a beam from his palm hoping to be able to calm the cannibal from it's frenzy.
The beam hit but had little effect on its target, he continued firing hoping to be able to increase his effect on the cannibal.
Raymancer for his part brought out his lens, firing lasers inside it condensing it into strong kinetic blasts dealing damage to the targets torso and legs.
PRT officers shot containment foam opting to immobilize the target completely by spraying for his legs.
The cannibal dodged and took cover behind nearby corners, An officer predicted this and was able to get a solid stream on the hand of the cannibal before he could fully retreat.
Jouster joined the fray following the cannibal behind the corner, he struck out with his lance and hit the cannibal in the leg applying a freezing effect to it.
The others caught up with the cannibal while it was momentarily immobilized and the PRT officers began spraying both of its legs with containment foam aiming to cover the leg that had not been seized in ice first.
The cannibal let out a low inhuman scream, a mix between pain and anger as it was still receiving blasts from the heroes. Gallant stopped closer to get a better shot on the target and in the same moment it broke its leg out of the ice that encased it.
It had ample room to attack now. It stepped forward and swung its massive arm forward, catching Gallant by the arm. It picked up the young hero slamming him into the wall whilst crushing the armor around his forearm.
Prism split into three clones once more attempting to use them to pry the boy from the arms of the creature. Raymancer in turn turned his attention to the arm that had seized Gallant and began to fire upon it along with Jouster who struck out with his Lance hitting the thing with an electrifying effect.
The cannibal dropped Gallant and he slumped against the ground. Prism retracted her three clones into herself and with a burst of speed and strength grabbed the Ward and hauled him further back out of harm's reach.
She pulled off the ruined gauntlet that had been crushed revealing a badly bruised arm, not serious but would need tending to, she checked his pulse, he was alive but incapacitated. She propped the boy against the wall into a sitting position and returned to aid in the conflict.
The lower half of the creature was covered in containment foam along with one arm that had been stuck to the wall. However, she noticed it was managing to slowly but surely move it's limbs out of the foam.
She gave a command "Target the things face hit it hard enough to knock it out but do not kill it!"
A barrage of lasers came from Raymancer striking at the Creature's face, Jouster aiding alongside releasing a concussive blast with every hit of his lance.
PRT officers still spraying containment foam at its feet and arms, halting its movement.
Prism split off once more, each of her three clones targeting from a different direction. One managed to get hit by the cannibal causing it to be slammed into the ground and fade from existence.
The other two came up from the sides before forming back into one once more and driving the heel of her foot into the face of the cannibal leaping backwards as she struck it.
With the cannibal visibly dazed from the hit, Jouster struck with his lance releasing a concussive blast to the things face.
This did the trick and the creature gave up all attempts of a struggle and its body slumped down getting stuck in the containment foam at the base of its body.
"Quickly seal him off!" Jouster shouted and in seconds the cannibal had been completely covered in containment foam.
"Gallant!?" Raymancer shouted
"He's fine for now but needs emergency medical treatment." Prism responded "Jouster you take two Personnel with you and get Gallant to the exit and radio in for support" Raymancer and I will head back to the other hallway and meet back up with the others."
"On it!" Jouster exclaimed, two officers followed him and picked up the young hero while he led the way towards the nearest exit.
"The rest of you stay here and make sure this thing doesn't break out again."
They replied with a firm "Yes ma'am!" and took their positions readying their foam sprayers.
Raymancer and Prism walked back down to the fork in the hallway that had the corpses of fallen officers and personnel and continued down the hallway that had the bloody footprints leading down it.
Prism noticed at a second glance at the footprints that they were smaller than what she would expect from the cannibal.
"Are you sure Gallant going to be alright?" Raymancer asked, distracting her from her current thoughts.
"Yes as long as medical assistance is reached in time which is likely." She replied
"That thing was a brute wasn't it?"
"Yes, you three did good following Brute protocols. Let's just hope nothing else breached contain⸺" She stopped speaking when she saw the gruesome scene that lay up ahead.
Seeing the scene as well Raymancer let out a stifled "What the fuck!"
The PRT officers and Personnel that Prism had been with less than ten minutes ago were all brutally slaughtered.
The deaths of each varied, one's chest was completely flayed open while another had its face half dissolved, each body had a respective way of dying.
A loud clang rang out from down the hallway, in a panic Raymancer instinctively aimed his lens down the hallway.
Prism split off into three different copies at the same time.
Both powers flickered and then fizzled out completely as another clang rang out, closer this time.
From behind them Prism noticed a white blur approaching; she attempted to warn Raymancer but she was too late.
The creature jumped out and dug it's now crimson colored claws into Raymancer, easily penetrating his armor.
He let out a scream before being quickly dragged backwards into the darkness, screaming the entire time before being silenced after a wet tearing sound.
Another attack came this time from in front of Prism. She jumped out of the way as a large white blade came out of darkness, missed her and retreated back into the darkness.
Her breathing was heavy and a cold sweat ran down her back, another sound from behind made her jump and leap to the side once again but upon landing on her feet the blade reappeared once more.
She wasn't fast enough to avoid it this time, It sliced through her costume with ease and blood began to pour out the side of her stomach.
She choked and attempted to flee in vain for another slash to her back, knocking her face down on the white tiled floor.
She couldn't move, the pain was too great, all she could do was lie there as she heard the sounds of footsteps approaching from behind her.
Her vision began to tunnel but before passing out she heard a sound that made her skin crawl, the sound of a man chuckling.
A/N: There we go ladies and gentleman, again I hope you all enjoyed this intro to my fic. I do plan on continuing it, however since the Worm and SCP universes are super vast when it comes to lore and characters, alongside with me being busy with life, means that it will take time for the next chapter to come out. Rest assured I do plan to continue this series it will just take a bit longer than what would usually be expected. Also if any of you have any suggestions for SCP or Worm characters to add into the story leave comments and I will look into adding them. Thank you again for reading and have a good day!