A Certain Unusual Incident and Occult Coalition

Log 1 - Fidelity, Bravery, and Integrity - In Defense of Humanity.

2 July, 2022.

Operation ████ █████

"See those guys in FBI uniforms accompanied by, uh, 'Interpol'? That's us. Now, now, SFPD. Don't fuck this up. We've got more jobs like this."

- FBI UIU Operations Director Jackson.

FBI UIU SWAT Operator 'Lead' - San Francisco, United States

It was midnight, and the UIU SWAT had gathered around this house. Their warrant was simple and approved by none other than "Interpol" with some minimal oversight and approval from the Skippers. The 'extermination warrant' as most agents would call these jobs was to find and secure the location of the target, eliminate it, and head back in. Amnestics may be administered to witnesses if needed. That is, if there were any. "Interpol" also brought on some of the SFPD working with them, if only because the UIU Office in San Fran was absolute dogshit in terms of manpower. So the SFPD balancing things out by assisting was a must.

So, the operation was meticulously prepared. Teams Blue - from the FBI UIU SWAT - and Red - from the San Francisco Police Department - were positioned at the back end of the house, brought there by van. The operation was overseen from body cameras by the "Interpol" team leads and an SFPD Lieutenant who was on board with the UIU. They acted as the tactical operations command, or, well, TOC. The team would enter from the back end and then search and eliminate the cultists - at least, presumed ones - inside, then recover the anomaly they've stolen.

The operation briefing was that this house - a regular, rural house - was home to a cult that had somehow obtained a Cart that the Skippers couldn't care about. Now, "Interpol" was here on the "official" grounds of operation monitoring. The cult had at least 13 members. And they were reported to have body armor and automatic weapons. Which was no problem for the FBI UIU SWAT. Not so much for the SFPD, but what could they do?

The raid started when Lead took a position at the door nearing the back entry's house. Peeking in through it, he saw the sight of three suspects - cultists - armed with submachine guns gathered around some candles. With paper with weird runes pasted everywhere. He was a little unsettled, but shrugged it off after realizing what could happen if he abandoned this case and the Skippers found out about that.

He didn't like that vision.

"Over there, by the door," He reported, adjusting his rifle as he leaned into the door. "I spot three suspects. Each one armed." He recounted, looking at the SFPD loan he brought along with him, who carried a stinger grenade ready to use. He leaned further and grabbed the door handle and looked at the SFPD Officer. "Do it." He ordered. Then, the pin was released and the Stinger was thrown into the interior via the door.

The screams of the cultists behind it rang through his ears and made him smile. Imediately just as the screaming stopped, Lead shouted and gave a hand signal. At the same time. Not standard for UIU SWAT, but secrecy was only partially needed for this operation.

"Element, make entry!" He shouted, kicking down the door and letting the rest of the team follow him. He aimed at the dazed and stunned cultists - armed with submachine guns - and made a decision. The same decision that all UIU SWAT Agents should follow.

Terminate on sight.

He shot at the crazies with his suppressed MCX. Two shots to the chest and one shot to the head. The Mozambique Drill, a simple if not effective method. With this, he got... two of them? Yeah, two hits to the chest and one to the head for two of them, with the third one just barely being able to stand up after the Stinger. With that, he hoped that he just had to deal with the third cultist.

Wait, no.

He looked at them in horror as they appeared to have taken that. Even with a shot to the head on two of them, they survived that.

Immediately, he switched to his taser and instead opted for a more direct method. That of tasing the fuckers.

He shot at one of them, causing him to spaz and fire his machine gun erratically. And the second one he charged into as soon as he tried to raise his gun. He rammed them and got him to drop his submachine gun.

As soon as he turned to face the third crazy, he had his submachine gun pointed towards the Lead. The entry of the team began almost immediately after he took down the two. A smile formed on Lead's face as the third crazy was riddled with paintball guns. Well, they weren't exactly regular paintballs. They were more "OC-Pepper" balls that caused blistering pain to anyone that came into contact with them.

Which allowed one of the officers to tackle and ziptie the third cultist.

The first crazy was still spazzing even after he ran out of ammunition, and his gun clicked insanely. He was ziptied and immediately detained by the rest of the team.

And the second? Pinned to a wall and disarmed. Got ziptied by Lead.

The briefing that they had on these crazy assholes painted them as simple dangerously armed fanatics who stole a Cart located inside the house. Normally, the Skippers would take the job instead of, well, "Interpol" and the UIU. However, the artefact was minor, so reading the "Hey Skipper..." call gave Lead some confidence. He was able to do something with his weapon rather than let it rust. Sure, an MCX was the coolest weapon ever. But even it had signs of wear and tear even if he hadn't actually used them. He didn't know why, but hey, probably a Cart.

That being said, he had no idea why these fucking crazies had... the ability to at least withstand a few bullets. One bullet to the head should have stopped them. He took a moment to look at the ziptied crazies, and pulled out a pistol and cocked the slide, before aiming it at the third crazy. He wanted to test something, so he took a direct route to testing it.

Via three .45 ACP shots to the head of the cult asshole. The guy dropped deader than a sack of potatoes. Turning his gun, he fired more shots at the rest of the crazies. Despite having zipties and all that, the team was still on an extermination warrant which meant that it had to leave no witnesses. This was a house so it was less risky.

"Jeez," One of the officers from Team Blue commented. "I knew we were dealing with crazies, but... did they really have to use Carts?" He continued, looking at the dead cultist - or crazy - on the floor.

"Well, the briefing did mention that they were crazed cultists so I'm not entirely surprised, really," An SFPD officer noted before taking his pistol out and shooting the first cultist. Twice. He seemed satisfied when he dropped harder than a beat. "Christ, what did these guys do? Enhance their skin?"

In response to the question, he looked at the runes and post-it notes scattered everywhere. Then looked at the rest of Team Red. "Remove the runes. Might be Carts, so better safe than sorry."

Team Red got to work cleaning up the runes by grabbing the paper and shredding them with no aftereffects. So that effectively meant that the Carts probably enhanced the skin and made them equivalent to reinforced kevlar.

Of course, 'reinforced' does not equate to 'bulletproof' but it was a good try.

Though he didn't know if it was just localized to the house or if it meant, well, every cultist. He didn't need to know that, though. "Interpol" has that answer. And maybe the Skippers, if they ever get involved in this. Of course they most likely would, knowin' them, but hey. Lead didn't need to worry about the Skippers.

Yet, at least.

"TOC, this is Entry Team," Lead reported, looking at the cultists. "We have unaccounted Carts. They appear to be ritual runes of some kind. Ripping 'em doesn't have any immediate effects. Recommend a thorough scan by, uh, 'Interpol' when I get back. Over."

TOC took a bit to respond, but got back a lot quicker than expected. "Request copied, Entry Team. Continue mission. Out."

"Roger. Out." Lead responded.

After most of the runes in the living and kitchen area were ripped apart and with three cultists dead, it was time for them to move onto the second floor. On the stairway, Lead gathered the team with a simple hand signal. "Regroup." was unwritten as he moved his hand around, but they shuffled along behind him.

Lead immediately leaned and tossed in a ninebang grenade from the stairs to the corridor that it led to. The loud noises and flashing lights served to illustrate what kind of fate awaited these crazies.

Much more fun to put them through than death.

Unfortunately, torture was the job of "Interpol" and the Skippers, which left the UIU mostly boiling with rage and pent-up frustration over not being able to put Skips through suffering.

Still, this was close.

With the motion of a hand signal, the team went in first and swept left, with Team Blue taking the right and Team Red accompanying Lead. The lead's corner had two bathrooms, one bedroom, and a window.

"Room clear." Lead noted.

"Team Red here," Another voice on the radio network added. "The other rooms are clear."

"Team Blue here, almost all of this shit's clean," The voice of the team's leader spoke. "I think they might be up."

Lead nodded, and looked at the attic hatch just sitting below the corridor section that lead to the starewell. He managed to lift himself up and pull it down, unveiling a stairway that had a fresh blood trail on it.

The Lead noted that it might have come from bullshit trickery these Can-men pulled off. Without letting off a hand signal, he rushed inside the attic, rifle in hand. But on the way up, he got his foot stuck and tripped while trying to get up. He was able to switch positions so he wasn't back-facing, but still fell, and thus switched to his taser, trying to comprehend what kind of terrible things could happen in the attic.

He got his answer when he saw a glowing door with the cultists rushing in. Only just realizing his mistake of not bringing a pistol after flipping himself over. Turning himself in reverse to make sure there weren't any cultists, he growled angrily when the door slammed shut just as the team had finally reached him. To this end, he grabbed the radio and immediately reported back to TOC.

"TOC, we've got a problem!" Lead reported, rushing to the door and trying to open it. And much to his horror, it was to no avail. "The suspects ran into another Cart! I think we missed one!" He grabbed at the door handle and shook it, eventually putting his foot on the door itself and trying to pull it. Much to no results.

The team looked at the Cart in half-confusion, and half-frustration. They didn't know what to do about it.

TOC responded to lead. "Fuck." The operator cussed, before sighing and giving up. "Alright, we're sending in reinforcements. We don't know what kind of Cart we're dealing with. Wait until reinforcements arrive. After that, we're going through that door to find those rats before they cause any more damage." He sighed before adding in another comment. "Of course, that assumes we're dealing with a regular transportation Cart and not an anomalous gateway. Over."

"Uh, roger that. Notifying team. Out."

"TOC to Entry Team, mission's shelved until reinforcements. Consider the interim a break. You'll need it. Out."

The Lead sighed as he leaned near the door and rattled the doorhandle to no effect. Still, if only he had just been a little bit faster...

Then again, that'd risk him getting killed as well. So, maybe the fact that it's locked is a mercy rather than an opportunity to exterminate some more Can-men with carts before they cause damage ten times worse than Al-Qaeda.

Sitting down near a box and a dusty dining table, he proceeded to slump on the wall and wait for a while.

"Team. It's going to be a long day. Consider this a break 'til 'Interpol' arrives," Of course, the coded messages were understood by the UIU SWAT and the SFPD Officers. The guys in the latter category were lucky enough to be put on the payroll of, uh, 'interpol' alongside the usual UIU. These were useful as they could track down anomalous activity or their aftermaths.

These kinds of informants were pretty popular among the Portlands. The Lead wasn't from the Portlands, but he worked there for a year.

Never again.

Yet somehow, he had this gut feeling. A really suppressed biological feeling, one of total shock. And the thought process went something along the lines of this.

"This... this is gonna suck harder than the Portlands."

As he said that, nearly all FBI UIU agents - be they HRT, SWAT, or plainclothed - in the Portlands suddenly had a bout of sympathy.

So did half of Lead's team. Who all proceeded to sit and guard the door.

This is going to suck.

UNGOC Physics Agent 'Unity' - San Francisco, United States

As Unity waited for the rest of the UNGOC recruit team to arrive, he wondered what kind of things awaited him beyond the door. To be perfectly honest, even he wasn't sure on what it was. Oftentimes, Unity was anecdotally the most, well, 'nerdy' of his team and was called the 'Anomaly nerd' for having 'an enormous amount of Anomaly info stored in him' and thus earned the nickname through all the times he would be accused of uniting theories into one - usually via string theory. Hence, Unity. Of course, that he had 'all the parathreat info stored into him' was a lie whiter than sand grains. Unity just simply skimmed through the files, and that was it. This... well, was just one of multiple happenings that only occur due to Unity's teammates being dumber than a brick nugget. Well, of course, as far as he can remember.

Most of the time they were competent. But for this rotation, most of the original members of his team were caught fighting some other parathreats scattered 'round the globe. His squad leader was off destroying parathreats in the Philippines, the autorifleman of the team was off to South Africa for [DATA EXPUNGED] reasons, the medic was apparently transferred to a Type-Blue after getting into contact with a power-granting anomaly, and the grenadier was busy blowing things up in Canada.

So that left Unity. The sole guy in his elite team. Well, elite in combat. Not in literary intelligence. They were middling or just good good everywhere other than combat or literary comprehension. But, since he was the only guy they had, they temporarily transferred him to a new team.

And his suad replacements?

Recruits from around the world. The ones that arrived on time were a unique bunch considering they just got recruited off their local Army organization.

One was a JSDF SFG Ranger serving as the machine gunner, two Russians serving as heavy weapons teams, some ROKN demolitions teams, and some USFK Americans serving as the riflemen. They were all recruits, and it was their first job in Physics. This job was going to suck, but they took it. In defense of humanity, at least.

So when they finally attended the briefing, they wasted no time and saluted Unity upon the beginning of the meeting. In response, Unity saluted back. And when the salutes ended, he took a flashlight-sized holographic projector and projected it onto the ground.

The briefing started.

"What's the situation?" One of the American agents asked, crouching down as the mini-projector showed images of a house surrounded by FBI UIU SWAT and San Francisco PD cars.

"It seems that the UIU have run into a roadblock in solving our, uh, 'San Fran Wild Ride'." Unity nearly giggled as he spoke, but kept up a stoic-yet-confused manner to get the troops concentrated better. He switched the projector image to that of the suspects. The 'Second Covenant, Sword, and Arm of Christ' - or SCSAC - a domestic terrorist agency that just got accounted for a month ago, and only got squashed by the anti-parathreat divisions once it was revealed they had apparently acquired a Cart. Their source for this relevant info was, of all places, the SCP Foundation. They documented tiny cults, apparently.

It was better than hearing this Marshall, Carter, and Dark's clients list, but still.

"The UIU were arresting the SCSAC. At least officially. In practice they were under a termination slash extermination warrant, which meant that everything in this house was 'shoot to kill' due to their deranged cult-like mentality," Unity shifted to photographs from the bodycams of the UIU SWAT team leader which showed the cultists fleeing.

He continued. "They had managed to escape due to a yet-to-be-named anomaly that has either let the suspects flee, or killed them. It's an anomaly, after all." Unity sighed, but the reaction on the recruits' faces kept him up.

"Willing to take bets on the latter?" One of the Russians asked. The rest shrugged, but Unity said no. "It might be certain that we may find an anomalous dimension behind the door, but that's a small percentage. At best." Unity said, before switching topics.

"Now, as for what happened: When the FBI launched their part of the raid to retrieve some anomaly the foundation deemed irrelevant, they only got three out of the thirteen suspects in the house," He switched the images to that of the execution of the three cultists. "Apparently, there were more anomalies than they expected. There were post-it notes everywhere littered in runes that apparently served to enhance the skin of these fuckers, and - well, the door," He switched the camera image to a very still image of the moment the UIU SWAT leader discovered the door. "We don't know where it goes or ends yet."

Unity took a deep breath and sighed. "That's why we're here," He turned off the mini-projector and took out a tiny box. This box contained the unit herald. A pentagram - stereotypically upside down - with a knife stabbing into the pentagram with the team motto. "Strike Team 1509 'Service Division'. Motto 'Cleaning up all Messes'." He said, opening the box. "Take a patch. We'll need it. Welcome to a new team, recruits."

They all took the patches and applied them on various places on their gear and uniform. But no more than once. Unity smiled. Well, the callsigns could come later. The team just had to volunteer to join up with the UIU SWAT.

"We'll be assisting the UIU SWAT in breaching the door, and if possible - catch the anomaly thieves. If they turn out alive, then kill them. If you find them dead, get back home." He morbidly explained the objectives, with them basically serving as reinforcements to a situation that the UIU had practically zero control over.

In fact, Unity blamed the Foundation for this shitty act.

After they finished putting on the patches, they got out of the briefing tent where they gathered and headed to the house. Which was now surrounded by UNGOC and UIU SWAT everywhere. The door where the UIU SWAT came through was guarded by two soldiers, who let them in upon immediately seeing where they were headed.

"The UIU SWAT are up top," One of the guards opened. "You can pass." He finished.

And the team made their way up to the attic, where the policemen reported the glowing door.

As Unity entered the attic, the team leader stood up and gave a sloppily-executed salute, before extending his hand. Unity took it, hoping to make sure that he knew that they were going to be working together.

"What took you guys so long?" The team leader asked, grabbing his MCX after the handshake ended. "It's been five minutes since the, uh, Can Men managed to get out," He points towards the door. "And based on the fact that nothing broke out and I don't hear screaming, I'm starting to suspect either an isolated pocket dimension or another place to escape," He adds, before another officer stands up and goes by the door, shaking its handle. Nothing comes out of it, but they tried.

"They might still be alive." He takes position near the door, rifle raised and ready. "And we're going to make sure that doesn't happen."

Unity nodded. "Should we begin the operation, then?" Unity asks, raising his L85A2 assault rifle. The rest of Strike Team 1509 finally arrived, and all of them looked ready.

The UIU SWAT lead stared down at the UNGOC team, and nodded.

"Let's do this."

The UIU team takes position on the right end of the door, with the SFPD and UIU preparing to breach. To the door's left are the UNGOC team. The ROKN demo crew brought in breaching charges and C4 just for this occasion.

"Knucklehead," Unity orders one of the ROKN demolitions operators. "Blast the door open."

"On it." Knucklehead responds, walking to the door and fitting a breaching charge on it, before returning to the line to the left after it stuck to the door. The team cocked their weapons in preparation.

"Three, Two, One... Go." Knucklehead says, before blowing open the door. However, rather than a glow that awaited them like the UIU SWAT team leader described to TOC, a moderate amount of neon colors shone instead. Rather than think anything much of it, Unity rushes in first. Rifle in hand and flashlight on, he charges into the door...

...And ends up in a dark alleyway with bright neon lights reflecting into it.

The rest of the team follows suit, with Strike Team 1509 entering first. Flashlights shone through the alleyway as the UNGOC agents take a moment to turn around to find where they came from.

Apparently they came from a doorway grafted directly into the wall of a building.

Not exactly the worst place to jump out of, but still odd in terms of construction. Nonetheless, the UIU SWAT come second, rushing into cover by way of trash can, dumpster, and trashpile and taking cover next to these aforementioned items. After conducting a sweep with lasers pointing everywhere in the alleyway walls, the UIU team gave the comforting signal to the GOC teams.

"UIU SWAT here, area looks to be clean. SFPD corroborates. Recommend sweeping of area to find paper trail." Their team leader suggests, before the team spread out as fast as they could to find anything related to their case.

Strike Team 1509, however, swept the area carefully to search for enemy combatants while the UIU and SFPD looked for either a literal or metaphorical paper trail that would lead back to their suspects.

As 1509 sweeps through the alleyway, its members take notice of their surrounding location. And...

...How it's so bright.

But also so empty.

"Jesus," One of the Americans stated. "It's like this place is simultaneously a living city and a dead city."

"Agreed. It really reminds me of back home late at night." One of the Russians asks, rifling through a dumpster to find anything of interest.

"What is this place, anyway?" The SFG Operator comments, taking one of the posters plastered on the wall. "...Anti-Skill?" He asks, reexamining it. "This one's written in Japanese!" He comments. That garners the interest of the team. So, it turns out that this place is indeed a living place.

Just with a lot of high tech going around.

"Hey, I just realized," Another American comments, peeking onto the road from the alleyway. "This kinda reminds me of... uh... Seoul." He says, pointing at everything in the city. "High tech, high life, and all that jazz." He comments, noting the city's design. "Think this'll be Tokyo in the year 2040? Since, uh, shit here's written in Japanese." He adds, tearing off one of the posters.

Unity, for his part was interested. There was a living and breathing area beyond the door. And since a lot of the posters here were written in Japanese, it was easy to assume that they teleported to Tokyo.

If not for the SFG man walking up to Unity and showing the poster he tore off.

"Boss, take a look," He hands the flier to Unity. "Apparently this is a local SWAT recruiting poster. It calls 'em 'Anti-Skill'." He points at the models used for the propaganda shoot on the poster. All of them wore the same color scheme as one would expect from the United States.

"Anti-Skill...? Are you sure this isn't just the SAT or a paramilitary?" Unity asked.

"No, unfortunately," He notes. "Anti-Skill isn't a thing for the Japanese police." He notes, before taking a look around him. "Though I can't exactly judge. Until we can get a clear answer, I'm still suspecting that we're not in Tokyo. " He takes a moment to stare at the rest of the city. "It feels... far more off compared to Tokyo."

Unity would have responded, if not for his bit being interrupted by a genuinely important finding.

One important enough to get everyone's attention.

"UIU Lead here, I found something." He rushed back to the team, holding a piece of paper. As soon as the teams gathered around him, Unity took it from him, and looked at it.

It was an unfinished ritual rune on a piece of paper.

"I found it near another corridor leading to the roads," He takes a moment to turn around and point. "And there's another one just after it."

Jackpot.

They found the paper trail, and they were going after it.

"Alright," Unity responds, handing it back to the UIU lead. "Objective's been updated. Follow the paper trail, and get these punks. Hooah?"

"Hooah!"

Unity switched positions and followed the UIU lead, leading to a corner with a sharp left turn heading to the roads.

"Here we go."

A Certain High School Student Kamijou Touma - Academy City

For Touma, life was one of those things that was just going to utterly suck. Just coming home from school was a hike that would only last about a few minutes at best before he'd get chased or beaten. This happened multiple times in his life, sadly. Though, just today, things felt... off. There wasn't any hijinks he'd get pulled into, nor any kind of dumb activity that'd end with him hurt badly.

Touma only just realized this as he was reaching his home, and looking around for anything suspicious... He found nothing. Nothing at all. Which surprised him.

Wasn't he supposed to have terrible fortune at this time of day especially?

Internally, he celebrated. This meant that he didn't have to worry about getting shocked by the Zapper every second he crossed paths with her.

Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration on Touma's part. But still, he felt a little relieved knowing that nothing happened at this time of night. Just him walking home, swiveling his head around a corner and finding nothing.

"Success!" He shouts to himself as he raises his hands in celebration. "I can finally finish up this stupid homework project and don't have to worry about much afterwards!" He takes a moment to stare at the night sky and start laughing. Hours upon hours of studying had been taken away from him during the daytime by... other people, and he thought that he'd be victim of some crazy hijinks later after school instead.

But as that was not the case, he began to make plans for what to do afterwards. "Such misfortune has ended." He notes to himself, calmly humming as he finally got to go home in peace for once in his lifetime.

"Maybe nothing can go wrong today." He interrupted himself, before continuing to whistle as he made his way back home.

He sighed to himself after saying that. While the way home might have been safe today, actually arriving home probably would end it.

"Index might get mad at me for not leaving anything in the Fridge again..." He lamented. "How the hell can she eat that much and survive, anyway?" He asked himself. He wasn't supposed to receive any answer, thankfully, as it was rhetorical. After asking that question, his mind drifted to the question of Biri-biri. Zapper. Or the one and only Misaka Mikoto.

"If she turns out to be waiting in the house..." Touma muttered, before sighing. "Then I'll just have to live with it." He finished.

The trip went smoothly after his statement, which left him with a little bit of breathing room. Breathing room he used to stop and take a look at the city at night.

"Man, curfew hours make this city look dead."

Or, at the very least, just very sparsely populated.

Regardless, Touma didn't have time to think about the environmental details and just continued. After all, preparing himself for Index biting his head was more important than the environment around him at night.

Something caught his eye as he neared his apartment, though. Figures moving into an alleyway. He wouldn't have known they were there if they didn't wear white uniforms. In the evening.

"What...?"

He took a moment and stopped to ponder his decision.

"Should I follow?" He asks, walking near the alleyway. Internally, he was conflicted.

He had a perfect night and nothing had bothered him until now, which meant that he shouldn't compromise that by attempting to follow anything mysterious.

On the other hand...

"What if they're there to cause harm..."

Impulsively, when he clung to that motion, he chose to go after them instead. After all, no sane figure goes into an alleyway at night for 'good' purposes.

Taking a sharp right as he goes to the alleyway, he expected a rogue esper planning to abuse their power. Or a group of armed criminals.

When he got there, however, there was nothing in the alley.

Nothing at all.

"Where'd they go?" He asks himself, looking around at the alleyway.

'They couldn't have...' He pauses as he feels a cold object pressing against his head.

'Oh. Damnit.'

Slowly, Touma turns around, arms slowly raising.

He came face-to-face with a gun barrel pointed towards his head.

'How the hell did they sneak up on me?!' He starts scooting back, trying to escape the armed men pointing their guns at him. Much to his misfortune, he bumps into a solid end to his scooting attempt.

And another gun barrel pointed towards his head.

Touma was surrounded by armed men, and he didn't have any idea on what to do.

'Shitshitshitshitshit-' He thinks to himself as he stands up and tries to push them away by the force of charging through them. Much to his misfortune however, as he rushes, he gets shoved aside by one of the men.

Backed into a corner, he raises his hands as they surround him, pointing their guns at him.

"Take him in. He may be useful to our plans." He hears from one of them. Unfortunately, his poor english caught up with him, much to his frustration. The only words he understood were 'Take him in.'

At that moment, Touma's eyes widened in panic as one of them stepped forward and raised his gun, preparing to hit Touma with it.

'NO!' He says, bracing himself by crossing hiss arms together to shield his head.

It's all for naught however as he felt a hard smack hit his head anyway.

And that was the last sensation Touma felt before falling unconscious.

A night of misfortunes ruined his walk.

And the SCSAC made sure that he was not going to be found out in the alleyways, as they needed someone important - someone to destroy blasphemy.

Unfortunately, they never realized their trail was visible to 'some' people.

Way too visible.

Author's Notes:

So I got hit with writer's block, and in my quest to find ideas for my other fics and to mitigate rustiness, I took up watching an anime series that I liked, but my liking remained dormant as my life moved. That anime series is A Certain Magical Index, which I binged half a decade ago, but didn't follow up, only remembering it when I stumbled on this site back in 2019.

Since then, I've tried to come up with ideas, but they didn't go anywhere as the material I was using was a little unfitting and clashed with the tone.

However, I had the greatest idea when I remembered the SCP Foundation exists. So, I've gone down that instead.

This is a therapy fic of sorts, which means I'm going to use this to mitigate rustiness and writer's block while binging To Aru and writing for my other fics. It'll be unconnected to my discord as this is just meant to be a sort of 'side hobby'.

I'll be using a combination of the Anime and Light Novel timelines. With post-WW3 being the part where I use the LN timeline.

I know jackshit about non-anime things as I have only recently revived my interest in this series, so bear with me.

Also, I'm sorry to say this, but the recognizable SCPs won't be appearing. And the Foundation won't get involved (for the most part right now), as it's just the FBI UIU and UNGOC exploring Academy City.

Sorry if you came in expecting MTF action. I hope UIU SWAT action is enough to compensate.

Also yes, I've upgraded the UIU to a more well-equipped faction, but still understaffed and stretched thin. The gist here is that the UIU becomes a full-fledged twin agency to the FBI that deals with the paranormal world, so there's the regular FBI, FBI SWAT, FBI HRT, etc. etc. then there's the FBI UIU divisions, i.e. FBI UIU SWAT, which is basically a mini-GOC without the mechs. Or 'FBI with wizards', though the protag isn't a wizard.

I'll be taking a lot of liberties and using more obscure SCPs because I find that there are some interesting yet underused SCPs.

Also, should I include anecdotes about equipment like in the GOC Hub or not?

Regardless, I hope that this fic serves as an easy way to outlet my block temporarily until I get more ideas. I also hope that I didn't go too OOC with Touma's brief appearance in this chapter. If you see To Aru characters acting OOC, notify me. I'll try my best to work if it's spotted.

See y'all another time.