2 years have passed since Dipper and Mabel's fateful Summer in Gravity Falls. But even now, they keep finding new mysteries in this little country in the Pacific Northwest. Life in Piedmont is incredibly dull and their experiences have made them addicted to adventures, not to mention they became outcasts in school.

Even the social butterfly sister of Dipper became distant and found gossip, fashion, and boys (that her so-called "friends" in Piedmont were into) idiotic. This is a side effect of having a terrible track record in the romance department.

Besides, after puberty hit, the siblings became much more different than they used to be. They always begged their parents to let them visit Gravity Falls, yet that always wasn't the case, so they tried to bring Gravity Falls into their lives instead. Like that time when they invited Wendy for Christmas during the first winter after their first summer, or when they met Pacifica again and invited her to come to a coffee shop. Or even when their Grunkles came for Thanksgiving one time, which had a lot of drama because it turns out that faking your death and pretending to be your twin for 3 decades can damage your relationship with the parents of the children you were taking care of, So, as their other brother.

Their irresponsible actions like teaching the kids how to counterfeit money and giving them a crossbow certainly didn't help either of the Stans' cases. Even though reconciliation eventually happened, their relationship felt strained. The parents made no secret in showing their icy glares at the elder Pines twins, which made them and their grandfather even more hesitant to let them ever return to Gravity Falls under their Grunkles' care, which fortunately hadn't led to their banning or any more drama.

It's a good thing they're still in the dark about all the life-threatening and weird things that they've encountered, or else they'd get banned from setting foot in that little town in Oregon again, much less ever being allowed to make contact with their Great-Uncles.

It was Dipper and Mabel's third summer and they were officially teens. During the afternoon, they were walking in the woods looking for a newly-sighted cryptid in this weird countryside which, from the description, was a horse made out of plants. As always, Mason was ecstatic about finding a new creature and documenting it in his Journal. His sister, who was getting tired of looking for this creature for hours, tagged along.

"This is taking so looooong, bro! In case you forgot, I have an appointment with doc." The doc that Mabel was referring to was the town's psychiatrist, who had puffy hair and wore a blue shirt with a meteor design on it. Apparently, She repressed all her trauma from Weirdmaggedon and pretended that the supernaturals don't exist in the act of 'Never Mind All That' with the threat of getting tased, which isn't a healthy way of dealing with issues.

Vandalism and violent outbursts were becoming more common, so the Mayor was forced to implement some changes such as toning down the 'Never Mind All That' act a bit, which helped a lot with the town's relationship with the supernatural inhabitants and hiring a psychiatrist for the town's people to finally start healing.

Being an outsider at first, the doctor was predictably met with suspicious gazes until he managed to earn the town's trust, including the Mystery Twins.

Although the twins love this town, they still suffer from mental health problems. Such as Dipper and Mable having PTSD, and especially in Mabel's case, the survival guilt she got when she learned about the horrors of Weirdmageddon, particularly the part about some people not surviving the apocalyptic event. It didn't help that they couldn't just talk about their issues to their parents or anyone in Piedmont, which, at best, no one will believe, and, at worst, will get them banned from entering Gravity Falls' soil ever again.

Luckily for them, the twins had their Grunkles and their friends from Oregon to help them out. Their appointments with the therapist were a bonus in stabilizing their mental health. Even so, however, the wounds healed, but scars are left behind.

"Just a few minutes, Mabel, and then we- " Dipper, wearing a brown jacket with a trapper hat, brown snicker shoes, and black shorts, didn't get to finish his sentence before something caught his eyes and pushed himself and his twin away hiding under some wood.

"What is it?"

"SHHHH!" Mason shushed Mabel and then made some sign language to her, who didn't understand a thing as she blew a raspberry. "What? Dipper, you know I don't speak commandos!" the girl with a blue sweater, which had the sign of a yellow butterfly on it with her usual skirt and purple sports shoes, complained.

"I saw something in front of us, it wasn't the plant horse, it looked humanoid."

Both twins slowly looked behind the wood to see the entity and found out what it was, or more specifically, what she was. What they saw was a beautiful human-looking blonde girl that seemed to be in her teenage years, but older in what appeared to be clothes made out of natural fibers.

She could have been mistaken for a normal human girl if it weren't for how inhumanely beautiful she was, despite having the obvious characteristics of a deer, such as two antlers coming out of her head with deer ears, deer hooves instead of human legs, and a peculiar necklace with the sign of a crucifix.

As the twins gathered, the girl was attending to a flower peacefully, which then suddenly grew bigger and looked more lively from the glow coming from her hands, along with singing hymns coming from her mouth. It was like seeing a goddess of nature attending to her garden. It wasn't what they were looking for, but it sure was something.

"Woooah, is that a nymph?" the female of the twins asked in amazement.

"I-I'm not sure, maybe a dryad?" After coming back to their senses from the trance, he quickly brought one of his spare cameras to take a photo of this entity. After he took a picture, the sound of what seemed like a horse distracted the presumed dryad as her deer-looking ears sharpened like a deer in headlights and she ran fast toward the source of the sound.

"It's running away! Come on!" The male of the twins beckoned his sister to follow him as the duo started running and chasing after the humanoid with antlers.

"Didn't you already take a picture of her?" Mabel questioned as she sprinted with her brother.

"Something distracted her and I want to know what. Besides, this is my chance to document something new in my journals! Oh, this is so exciting! It's just like old times!" His inner explorer was giggling at the new addition to his journal and he wanted to know more as much as possible. Mabel looked unconvinced; nevertheless, she decided to go along with her sibling with a shrug.


' What am I doing with my life?' Wendy questioned herself in self-reflection while being bored and reading a magazine about how to survive in the woods. It's been two years and she was still the Mystery Shack's cashier.

Sure, the pay was good thanks to Soos running the show now, and she did need money for college; But nonetheless, she didn't know what she wanted to be. Her attempted luck with boyfriends and even girlfriends was rotten. All her friends were even already planning their futures.

Sure, she started taking classes and homework more seriously and even improved her grades thanks to Dipper being her tutor. But she still didn't know what job she would choose or what she wanted to become.

At first, she thought of maybe becoming a police officer or joining the army before remembering that she hates being ordered around. Maybe a firefighter? It can't beat fighting monsters, but it was still something.

She never told anyone, but ever since her mother died, she felt lost in what she wanted.

That was until she met the younger Pines Twins, whom she became best friends with and made her life more exciting. The adrenaline and the rush were addictive to her. She knew very well that she wouldn't be a teenager forever, after all.

'I wish mom was here….' She thought solemnly.

Her mother always gave her pearls of wisdom when she needed to.

Her thoughts were then interrupted by a trio entering the shack, which caused the lumberjane to take a peek from her magazine.

Two undetermined male adults; one wearing a red Hawaii shirt with a cowboy hat, a redhead with a glasses medallion and a star-spangled blue shirt, and lastly, a boy wearing a red hoodie who's about the same age as Dipper and Mabel

The Corduroy teenager didn't know why, but she instinctively recoiled from the cowboy hat-toting man. That primal feeling when you're near a hiding predator, waiting for the right time to strike. There was a brief glint of a devious Cheshire grin on the man's face, reminding her too much of Bill possessing Dipper's body (no wonder he acted unnerving that day), which in itself was enough to alarm her, yet his brief smile vanished as soon as it appeared.

As for the redhead man with glasses and a crimson jewel-centered mandolin? He acted juvenile as he looked around the exhibit, and despite his friendly mannerisms and questionable taste in fashion (like the fact that he had a jewelry medallion that reminded her of Mabel's antics and her style in fashion, excluding sweaters), there was this storm in his eyes. It was like a tidal wave of emotions hidden behind a facade of juvenility (which also reminded her a bit of when Mabel felt depressed), except this man's eyes looked tired and way older than he should be.

Cough* The blonde one coughed. Meanwhile, the boy was looking around.

"Can I help you?" Wendy asked, wearing Dipper's Pine Tree hat, a red flannel shirt in contrast to her old green flannel, her typical jean pants, and sporting ponytailed hair.

"Yes, we're new in this town and just relocated here a few months ago. I was wondering if your manager is here and if he could give us a tour around the place?" the Hawaiian shirt man asked in fake politeness, she could feel the sinister undertone.

"Sure, you just passed him, He's giving a tour outside" the redhead motioned her head to the door.

"Right, right…" the medallion wearer wandered away "I take it this is not your first time as a cashier?"

"No, I've been doing this for some time. Are you two related?" She tried to change the subject, not interested in being an open book to some strangers, especially to the cowboy hat-wearing man, who gave her an 'I'm gonna stab you in the back later' look.

"He's-" the blonde one was cut short by his partner.

"I'm his boyfriend!" That statement from the glassed adult surprised both of them, as well as the boy who came with them. Their act was supposed to be them being brothers, not boyfriends. Bright then put his hands around Alto's shoulders in an intimate way.

'You cheeky little-' Clef thought as he glared at him.

If stares could kill, a hole would have been burned inside his companion's head, who was currently wearing an innocent yet smug smile. The boy had to hold himself from chuckling.

"It's our honeymoon! We just married after I proposed to him! He may not like it behind his tough exterior, but he is very emotional!"

' I'm definitely going to kill you…'

Currently, the fake boyfriend was thinking of several ways to kill the doofus doctor. Sure, he was immortal, but he would at least gain satisfaction from trying.

"AND THIS!"- he pointed dramatically to the caught-off-guard kid who nearly injured his finger from the jump, as he was touching some fish-monkey hybrid's teeth. The cashier, who had just abandoned her reading, was now watching this ridiculous display.

"- is Rainer! We adopted him when we caught him stealing our food! Took a month to realize it wasn't raccoons doing it. We caught him while he was eating maple juice with rice using his bare palm!"

' Okay, this is no longer funny when I'm the one being humiliated…' The Friendly Neighborhood Keter thought and was nearly tempted to utilize his anomalous property to open a portal above Bright filled with chicken eggs.

"Oh, by the way, Buddy, you stay here and hang out and socialize while your daddies go see some fake taxidermy chimeras, you certainly need to have friends!"

"But I-"

"See ya!" Bright didn't give him time to finish and, along with his currently-scowling fake boyfriend, went around the place, leaving Rainer alone with the redhead. There was an awkward pause between them, with the first being embarrassed while he scratched the back of his head

"Just so you know, both of them are pathological liars" he said, trying to salvage what little dignity he had.

"Are your step-parents that eccentric?" Wendy questioned, bemused and baffled.

"That's putting it mildly..." SCP-4051 sighed heavily as his shoulders fell.


Dipper and Mabel kept following the tracks to their target but unfortunately hit a dead end as the deer-like tracks from the theorized nymph went cold.

"Damn it!" Dipper said as he stomped the ground in frustration.

"I think we may have scared her." His sister guessed.

"She wasn't scared, she heard that noise and moved away."

"Oh, well, we tried. Back to the shack, then." She shrugged

Abruptly, vines grew from the earth and locked the twins whilst they yelped.

"Dipper!"

"Hold on! Let me-" Dipper began before another vine grabbed his book and threw it away from him before he could do anything, after which 4 ghost-like entities appeared. One looked like an ancient native American with plants around him. Another was black and frosty, with a deer skull for a head and 3 long fingers on both of his hands. The third was made of rocks and would've looked like a rock troll if it wasn't too small to be one and also didn't float. The last one looked like the heads of multiple animals from a deer to a wolf, a snake, a mountain lion, and a white eagle.

"Wheeeere is the goddess?" the black one hissed.

"What?" Mabel was confused.

"Where is the heir of the woods?" the green one clarified in a much sterner tone.

"Are they ghosts?" Mabel asked her brother.

"No, I think they're nature spirits."

"Answer, children." the rocky entity demanded.

"Hi, I'm Dipper, this is Mabel, and if you meant the dryad that we were chasing, we don't know, her trail's gone cold," he said, pointing to the cold trail.

The multi-headed spirit spoke with one voice from all his heads "Lies. Since the day the children of the sun overthrew the children of the night, your kind has polluted the lands and taken with little they ever gave. Even here, mother Gaia's poisoned moans can be felt."

Mason didn't know who these 'children of the night' are; nonetheless, it was obvious that by 'children of the sun', they meant humanity, and from the spirits' hostilities, it was clear they aren't fans of how humanity managed the environment.

"Children of the night? If the children of the sun are us, who are they?" his sense of curiosity got the better of him.

The plant matter that held them then got tighter around his and his sister's neck. Hence, they instinctively desperately tried to move their necks away from the vines futilely, whereas breathing became harder for them.

"Tell us where the goddesssss isssss or become food for the lannnnnd." the grim-looking spirit threatened as the vines began slowly devouring the captors to the earth.

"We don't know pop heads! She just disappeared to who knows where, let us go now!" it didn't matter how much they struggled, the earth would become their tomb, then without any alarms, another set of vines grabbed the spirits which surprised the incorporeal entities as it shouldn't be possible for them to be snatched by corporeal means.

"What?" the most human looking exclaimed.

"How is this possible!?" The multi-headed spirit, which Dipper later would name in his journal as multi-vert, was surprised too.

Just then, the vines that locked the twins dissipated back to the ground and freed them. Next, the deer girl from before then came, sitting on a steed made out of plant matter. Her eyes were radiating with arcane power and vines perpetuated from the ground glowing with radiance, worthy of a goddess.


'I hate tourist traps.' Clef frowned. To him, tourist attractions are nothing but phony cash grabs that only exist for people to waste money over the stupidest of things; The very sight of the fraud taxidermies offended him not just in a professional sense, considering he met the real deal so many times that he lost count and even dated some like SCP-173 (though, that was just to get a raise on that statue and he has no plans in telling that to any of his colleagues, knowing he'd be mercilessly teased by Jack), but also in the degrading sense since he, The Foundation, and GOC have sacrificed a lot to protect humanity when humanity easily makes fun of the horrors of the anomalous and think it's cute 'If these suckers ever see the real deal.' Even if it's as harmless as a walking cat with half of its body gone, they would flock around like sheep.

What's worse is that the profile of the current Mr. Mystery Soos Ramirez turned out to be very accurate on one key detail: he was a loudmouth. He kept talking on and on over each exhibit he guided the tourists at. It's quite surprising how much there is to talk about on a damned rock with a face. He was sure this guy was a member of "Are We Cool Yet?" He would be one of those 'wise men' making art from trash. Someone who'd be talking about anything mundane for hours on end because, apparently, the idea is that the most anomalous piece of art in the world would be a rock that had a face due to the sheer simplicity. Bright on the other hand? He thought it was hilarious, not dreadfully boring at best and offensive at worst, unlike Agent Ukulele.

"What if… it's a metaphor?" The resident clown of the Foundation added.

"That's an interesting take, my dude…" the tourist guide replied, resulting in the chatty adult stopping and looking thoughtful with one hand on his chin.

Alto looked back at his association with a dead stare.

"Just… stop," he whispered in frustration to the medallion-wearing man who was enjoying this.

If he hears another thing about that damn rock, he might lose it. The cowboy hat wearer secretly thanked SCP-343 for the end of this borderline torture after the chubby man stopped using his brain and stated he was done talking about the rock, even though he thought 343 is just some very powerful reality bender claiming itself to be the Abrahamic God and that he wasn't a man of faith, unlike his daughter, which says a lot about how thin his patience has become.

"And now! For the next attraction!" Soos moved his staff away to show off to the group. The god killer's head now snapped and was cursing 343, somewhere in a facility, SCP-343 chuckled.


"What's the meaning of this?" An ethereal voice spoke as the source of the sound climbed down from her steed, causing the vengeful spirits to back away and bow. Meanwhile, the brother and sister, Mabel in particular, looked in awe over the plant-based stallion.

"Goddess, we were searching for you." The reaper-looking one uttered.

Her face became angry as if she heard the most insulting thing possible: "I'm no one's god or goddess!" Her shout made everyone flinch, the vine around the spirits then became tighter as the spirits groaned in pain, she spoke again this time in a normal voice "Leave those kids and stop hurting people!"

"But, they are humans…" the stony spirit tried to counteract.

"So?

"So? They pollute and they damage-" The multiple animal-headed spirits got cut off before finishing.

"Oh, save me your racist horse crap, you multi-headed hypocrite!" That shut the hydra ghost good "Do you want to punish the ones truly responsible? Go for greedy corporate or corrupt government officials parasites, you paraplegic waste of plasma! You only went for them because, like any bully, you only go for those weaker than you to feel a little bit of worth after your millennia of doing for nothing-useless loafers! Or how about a better idea? Return to the very earth you crawled!" The last sentence returned to her ethereal voice.

"A-a-as you wish-" the most human-looking spirit stuttered, and so the 4 spirits vanished.

It was a bit amusing for the Pines that those spirits who, just a moment ago, were trying to kill them, basically ran like students being scolded by a teacher.

"*Sigh, I'm sorry. I was ignoring them, hoping they would leave me alone." The deer girl looked at the twins apologetically as she got close to them, her demeanor quickly changed from her fearsome mood to a much friendlier and sorry one with a wave of her hands.

After a brief moment of silence and hesitation, the hybrid decided to introduce herself "I'm Meri."

"Dipper."

"Mabel." Both introduced themselves with the awkward waving of hands.

"I suppose you have a lot of questions."

"Yeah, for start-"

"Where did you get your clothes?" Mabel cut her brother from his question.

That line of the question was the last thing the daughter of a pagan goddess expected and made her confused and blink. "Pardon me?"

"Where did you get those clothes so that I can get one because, dang it, girl, you're killing it!"

SCP-166 looked around her clothing for a few seconds. "This... I made it myself." she didn't expect to be complimented in her fashion.

"Can you teach me? Your clothes gave me new ideas for environmentally friendly sweaters!"

"Unless you have thaumaturgical abilities related to growing vegetation, I'm afraid I can't teach you." she said plainly.

"Thau-jor-what?" The Pines girl tried to spell what she heard to her puzzlement.

"Scientific name for magic." The Pines boy answered her.

Mabel blows a raspberry "Way to take away the magic."

"As I was-" Mabel's brother tried to interject.

"Where did you get that magnificent stallion?" Mason grunted at being interrupted again. "Screw Unicorns, plant-based ponies are now the rage!" she gestured at the plant-based horse also known by the Foundation as SCP 805 which, in return, let out a momentary horse guff that made her gaze at it with sparkly eyes.

"He's... a friend of mine, we ran away together when bad people came for us."

That got Dipper's attention "'Bad People'? Someone was following you?"

"More like a group was following me, hence why I kept trying to keep a low profile away from civilization beyond my... exterior." she pointed at her antlers "I'm sorry but I rather not talk about it.'' The supposed dryad looked disconcerted, and so did the horse, thus Mason decided to change the subject.

"Who are you? Are you a dryad?"

"I suppose in a way… I am? I don't remember much of my parents beyond the fact that my mother was apparently a forest goddess before she... passed away. I was raised by a community in a church."

'An orphan...' The inquisitive Pines thought, they both gave each other sympathetic looks. The first winced at going from one sensitive subject to another. Although, he felt like there was more to this; however, for the sake of not alienating the deer girl, he stopped himself from asking more about it.

"I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't…" he tried to apologize.

"Is okay, I don't even remember them; besides, I had people taking care of me." She purposefully didn't mention that his father is still alive, not out of shame or hate, just because... it was complicated, he knew her father cares for her; nonetheless, she never even saw his face, not to mention getting a straight confession from him in a letter telling her that he killed her mother since she was trying to revert humanity to the Stone Age only muddled things more. Oh, how she wished to at least know her absent father better. As far as she knows, those nuns who raised her, the priest who came to visit oftentimes for prayer and spirituality, and the anomalies and employees she interacted with were the closest things she had to family and friends. The 4-legged bio-plant creature was currently eating grass which made Dipper wonder if this counts as cannibalism before deciding to shrug that thought off and speak.

"Anywayyyy-" before he could finish he realized his and Mabel's clothes look withered away.

"Mabel, our clothes…" Both looked at their clothes and realized that, to their surprise, they indeed looked withered away.

"It's my fault, it's my power. When I get intense and lose control, everything synthetically made around me decomposes, and that was just a light version of it, I used to make anything made of artificial materials around me erode by just my mere presence." SCP 166 apologetically informed them.

"Interesting, does that mean your body does so as a self-defense mechanism?"

"Maybe" she shrugged, "I used to be so allergic that I once nearly got an asthma attack just from being near someone who was smoking. Since then, I've grown to have better control over my powers, though I had help."

"Who're-"

"Alright, it was nice knowing you mer-mer, I hope we meet again later in a better situation! Until then, safe travels!" Dipper's sister said and gave a goodbye sign. Mabel intentionally stopped her brother from delving more into the nymph's personal life, it was getting late for her appointment and she did not want her sibling to touch another sensitive topic and make himself look like he was brown-nosing. She gave a glare to him to stop interrogating Meri as she held his arm to come with her, which her sibling got the memo of. But he decided to ask one last question that he couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Wait! One last question, why were you especially angry when the spirits called you a goddess?" Mason remarked.

The child of the goddess held that cross necklace of hers, he immediately registered the meaning.

"You are-

"A Christian? Yes. Yeah, I know how ridiculous it is for the daughter of a pagan goddess to worship an Abrahamic God." Dipper supposed it would make sense considering that she was raised in a church by a Christian community, from what he gathered.

"No, girl, believe us when we say this, but we've seen way weirder things than that and our family isn't exactly normal, so we understand." Mason's sister assured her.

"Also, my father is apparently either some ancient Sumerian god or the devil himself which probably makes me the antichrist." Of course, his father is a reality sink; nonetheless, his infamy and his mysterious backstory caused some wild theories among low-class researchers about him.

Both teenagers stopped with widened eyes and gaped mouths at the implication that Meri may not be just a goddess but also the antichrist who is a Christian "...okay, I have nothing." Mabel admitted in defeat.


Hours ago on a site…

"Zzzk- ALERT! CONTAINMENT BREAC- zzzzzk ALERT MULTIPLE CONTAINMENT BREACHES DETECTED!-" the damaged alarms were up around the halls of a site now decorated with red alarms, dead soldiers, and researchers. Some were shot, whereas others had been torn to shreds. The only currently-living beings were a towering black scarlet knight holding a researcher with his left hand up from his neck, a chaos insurgency commander, a priest in robes, a middle-aged D-class cowering in fear, two CI troopers, and an anthropomorphic fox that was feeding from one of the dead bodies.

"953! Stop using corpses as your chew toys." the Asian man with one milky eye barked at the muti-tailed woman.

"I was just having fun, Colly~" the savage entity licked the blood from her hand and looked mischievous before changing her savage fox-like look to a beautiful far-east woman, with her mouth still bloodied. SCP-953 was a polymorphic shapeshifter who enjoys torture and killing, she was once one of the Foundation's imprisoned monstrosities before she got 'liberated' by the Chaos Insurgency shortly after she joined them, just so that she can have fun preying like the vicious fox she is.

"You had your fun and that's Commander Colligon to you, or I will send you back to the very cell you crawled from." He warned SCP-953 with a stern tone who didn't seem to care much.

"You're no fun." she rolled her eyes in amusement with one hand shooing him.

The D-class finally had the courage and spoke "Was it necessary?? If they found out I gave you security codes, they would have me executed at first sight!"

"When it involves traitors, there should always be an 'insurance', isn't that right, Doctor Graham, you silver-tongued snake?" the hooded man condescended to the D-class who used to be called Dr. Graham, who used to be a member of the Foundation before he got demoted to D-class due to his gross incompetence and needless cruelty and abuse of anomalies, humanoid anomalies specifically, before he got his comeuppance thanks to Dr. Sophia Light screwing him over. Even though he later got degraded, he secretly managed to keep some of the security codes to himself with additional information, knowing it was only a matter of time before he gets sent to the meat grinder, like maybe carrying one of the doomed tests in decommissioning SCP 682, a hateful reptile which is the very definition of being 'Too Angry to die', or being sent to some unknown weird horror dimension for exploration with a very low chance of survival till his sentence is over. He was quick to accept the Children of the Scarlet King's offer in freeing him in exchange for security codes and the information to make their assaults easier.

The commander heard something from his earpiece. After hearing the report, he announced "Goran and Dehak, the Factory said the O5-council's hounds, The Red Right Hand, are on their way with a military force, we have to go now."

"I did what you wanted."

"And I promised you I would free you of your... predicament..." the self-proclaimed priest of the crimson khan said as he played with his shaggy beard and nodded in acceptance when, in reality, he nodded to SCP-953 to do the deed. In a fast motion, the SCP stabbed Graham in the back, who took him by surprise.

"Here is your freedom." The man, overcome by his injury, fell as death took him over while the canine woman smiled sadistically with an even more bloody hand.

"Tell me where the 7th child is." With his booming voice, Lord Goran commanded the struggling researcher in his hands whilst he mounted him near a wall.

"I'm not telling you anything, even if I knew. The Foundation faced worse than you!" The jet black-haired Caucasian male researcher shouted in defiance, refusing to talk and spit on his armored face, resulting in everyone, even the carefree kitsune-looking SCP, to wince.

"Is that right?" a blackened small knife materialized from nowhere in his free hand, despite his calm voice, there was an angry undertone in his voice "Then you won't need your tongue." The halls were now filled with the screaming researcher's blood at the black knight's mercy, while SCP-953 smiled maliciously, in contrast to Commander Colligon who looked indifferent, and priest Dahak who looked in the sickening fascination of his work like a daevite.


Present…

After hurrying for minutes, Dipper's sister finally reached the small building in which her appointment with her therapist was waiting after bidding farewell to their new supernatural friend. "Sorry, Dipper's nerd adventures went a bit coco, so it took some time." Mabel apologized as she sat on a Club chair quickly in front of the man over the table, neatly decorated with stationary tools. The room also had childish paintings decorating the wall, which suggested to her that she wasn't the only patient with a wild imagination. The paintings ranged from a paper drawing of a girl in a yellow dress near a big lizard that wrote 'Lizzie', to a mechanical-looking girl that held hands with what she presumed was a man of middle Asian descent with robotic arms, a red snail with the head of a dragon, a boy wearing a red cape defeating bad guys and radiating red powers, two tear droplet-looking eyes with an appendage in their head, one orange and the other yellow, another boy near what looked like a pink blob of eyes, an orange blob with black sparky eyes smiling and feeding from candies, a patched up teddy bear with different colors, and a purple-haired girl with distinguishably-colored eyes who was accompanied by bizarre creatures such as a floating-looking ballon which apparently sang as the small music sheet suggested, and some blue-pink tiger with no eyes? Oh, well, she had wilder ones like Aoshima, which was a dolphin with hands that had mouths spilling rainbows, who is she to judge?

"Hello Mabel, it's okay, I always have time for my patients." Dr. Glass greeted Mabel warmly.


2 hours after the combined assault on the Foundation Site….

It was a peaceful morning in a valley, with birds chirping.

"AAAAAAAAH!"

Until it wasn't. The screams of a soldier were openly heard as they were being overwhelmed by big humanoid spiders.

"Team Leader is a goner! Need support!" An armored trooper called for backup. A bottle set on fire hit the assaulting 8-legged freaks, which resulted in them screeching in pain and running around as the fire burned them. The molotov cocktail was courtesy of Dr. Iceberg, a low-level SCP researcher.

The team leader finally catches his breath but was unfortunately paralyzed thanks to some spider venom he got into contact with. So he'd have to stay down for a few hours

"So much for a simple expedition." Dr. Iceberg sighed

Dr. Iceberg isn't just a pun on his personality, mind you, he has a 3-degree cold thanks to an accident during his research on an anomaly. The project got redacted, so no one knows what happened or what the incident was.

What happened was that a squad team with three leading scientists were investigating reports of people gone missing. Their investigation led them to a road attraction about mummies. As it turned out, the mummies were the missing people that were wrapped and sucked of their lives by spider people who prey on unsuspected travelers.

"Say hello to my little friend! HAHAHAHAHA!" A crazed redhead glassed man cackled while using a cannon that was shooting flying chainsaws towards the attacking spiders. The results weren't very clean as spider limbs flew everywhere along with blue blood

The lunatic on a crashed car is the immortal Dr. Bright, with his signature medallion named SCP 963, who made a reputation with his chaotic antics in the Foundation. These antics were so troublesome to the point that the Foundation listed all the things he's not allowed to do (again).

"Hahaha." *switches his shotgun to a rifle* "Hahaha!" *keeps switching weapons from pistols to machine guns and so forth* "BWAHAHAHAHA!" *now shooting with two shotguns in each hand*

That gun-enthusiastic maniac is none other than the notorious Dr. Alto Clef, an Ex-GOC agent who defected to the Foundation, he was behind a crooked table and kept switching his arsenal of firearms and tested them at the attacking arachnids like a gamer, along with a group of terrified tourists behind him who were unlucky enough to end up in the middle of this insanity. He's an efficient killer responsible for the containment and termination of many anomalies. The Foundation gave Dr. Clef the nickname "devil" for being a pathological liar and an efficient decommissioner who can put fear into reality benders without even using his abilities as a reality sink.

"HAHAHA!" *click, click* "Damn it! I knew I should've brought more chainsaws!" The chaotic doctor moaned before he got jumped by a certain female spider.

"I won't take more crap from any of you men!" The female-sounding spider shouted, trying to smack his face with her wrist.

"Ouch!" He fell and was then grabbed by the furious eight-legged entity.

"You misogynistic, sexist, idiotic, manly obsessed-" the spider's stomach was kicked from the cannon. "Aaah!" She steps back and holds her hands near her abdomen.

"You know, in any other circumstances, you may have a point there." The immortal man threw his weapon and started counting with his left hand as he walked toward her menacingly. "Except, my boss is a woman, I've been a chick and many species multiple times, I don't give a shoe horse about masculinity, and femininity, I hate and love everyone equally, and there is no living being who can comprehend my preferences! So in other words, Ms. Darlene... check your privileges!"

He punched the spider lady right in the face with enough force that his right arm suffered from a dislocated hand. The enemy in question fell unconscious and some blue blood spilled from her mouth during the impact.

"OW! OW! OW! Her hide is too tough!" The redhead doctor kept jumping as he held his damaged hand with his left one.

"Did you have to punch her in the face, sir?" A female medic with a french accent came to aid him.

"I didn't exactly have any more weapons! Also, I saw that in an anime, and I thought it was cool!" The glassed scientist whined.

"Okay, doc, just to warn ya, this will hurt like hell." She readied to snap the dislocated bones back.

"Oh please, I've experienced death in various ways that I'm almost numb to- *crunched* - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" his screams reached all over the now burning side attraction.

A few minutes later…

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVERYTHING HAD GONE AS PLANNED!?" An angry woman of indeterminate age from a monitor of a computer was currently shouting "If you planned to light the whole place on fire, you have done a banger job on it!" She was currently harshly lecturing the 3 dirty-looking adults like a teacher scolding a ragtag group of unruly children as the tourist attraction was set on fire. Like a piece of ice, Iceberg looked indifferent, Clef was shameless and smiling fondly like an absolute lunatic 'totally worth it!' He thought. Bright looked sheepish with bandages around his right hand and raised a finger from his left hand "In all fairness... IT WAS HIS FAULT!" he pointed at the gun lover, prompting him to lose his smile to outrage.

"Hey! I wasn't the one who thought heading charge into a nest of 8-legged Karens with a bus was a good idea!"

"And I wasn't the one who thought flirting with one of them even though we already know about their true nature was a Great idea!"

An hour ago...

"Wait, why aren't you scared?" The true form of Darlene quizzed at the trapped human in a web, who wasn't even fazed a bit by her form, much less the prospect of being trapped in a spider web and eaten by a literal spider humanoid.

"Because sweetheart... I'm totally into it!" He abruptly headbutted the creature's head, causing her to screech and back away as she nuzzled her head.

"Gahh! I will suck the life out of you!" She furiously looked back at him.

"Oooh... crikey!" He wears a Cheshire grin.

She cringed at his response "Not that you-!"

Without a warning, a very small fake tooth was spat from his mouth, and the fake tooth beeped red until it got higher in volume.

"YAH!" Immediately, she ran from the grenade, as it exploded and caused the webs around to light up. The fire burned the webs he was trapped in, which resulted in him getting free.

"And by the way, I never found you hot!" The troller bellows after massaging his hands and running away.

Now…

"What kind of maniac put a grenade in one of his teeth!?" The woman now utterly befuddled shouts out.

"This maniac, Sophia." Alto grins proudly with hands on his hips.

"*groans* Is there anything I should know?" Dr. Sophia Light covered her face.

"Well, the squad leader developed arachnophobia." The cold doctor points at the squad's team leader who is currently in an infant position comforted by his teammates.

She twitches slightly.

"I may have traumatized a bunch of tourist travelers." Alto Clef shrugs.

The twitching intensifies.

"Who are being amnestied as we speak, mind you." He added additional information with one hand in the universal sign of 'Chill out' to put damp at the burning fire.

"On the bright side, most of the Jorogumo is either terminated or currently contained." The icy doctor now pointed at big glasses in which the 8-legged man-eaters are lashing out with a certain female spider rubbing her bruised face.

"I accidentally burned a cafe when I ordered caffeine." The immortal doctor made a new addition.

"HOW DID- you know what? I don't have time to deal with any of your eccentrics." She tries to calm herself with a deep breath, ignoring the amount of paperwork, collateral damage to pay, and amnestics to administer "We have a situation. 2 hours ago, two of our Sites have been raided by a coalition of the Chaos Insurgency, The Factory and The Children of the Scarlet king who caused a containment breach of multiple SCPs."

That was enough to silence them at the implications, it's never good when that particular terrorist organization is involved, and now they team up with the Scarlet King's fan club, and capitalism taken to the extreme?

"What kind of SCPs? Did they get their hands on SCP 610??" It made Bright shudder, the ancient sarkic bio-weapon has the potential to cause an IK M-class end-of-the-world scenario if it breaches or gets in the wrong hands.

"Thank all deities that the Insurgency didn't go after it, however, they managed to capture some of the SCPs while the others ran into the wild, here is a list."

They looked at the list of lost SCPs. To say the least, any form of mirth from the doctors disappeared. Iceberg took a grim visage which he usually wears when he was doing something he didn't want. Bright juggled feelings between worry and outrage. On the other hand, Clef, in particular, had his expression darken, the type he wore when he was angry, or when a certain individual was in danger, promising a fatal demise for the perpetrators.

"Oh, come on! Those suckers stole the pan-dimensional vending machine! I had so many glorious experiments I was going to do with it!" The glassed man was dramatically outraged about that, prompting Iceberg to roll his eyes.

"We've tracked a concentrated activity of anomalies in a small town in Oregon called Gravity Falls, we estimate that some of the runoff anomalies have fled there."

The mention of Gravity Falls was another thing that made the scientist realize that things are going to get even more complicated.

"Do you think…"- Bright pondered -" This may have any relation to the CK class end-of-the-world scenario that happened 2 years ago there?"

"Wait, CK class!? what-" Iceberg got cut short by Sophia.

"For now, all we have are speculations, which is why the O5 council is sending you three for the investigation for the threat to be contained or neutralized if you have to consider the implications."

"Three? I get why you're sending Bright and Clef but why a low-level researcher like me?"

" 'Dr. Bright is not allowed to be in the same room as Dr. Clef without supervision' hence why you're tagging along." Clef informed him with an annoyed look.

"Of course, it's not like I can offer any significant help beyond babysitting these two racketeers from blowing up everything despite being under the tutoring of Dr. Gears…" Dr. Gears's student locked his arms in irritation.

"Welcome to the Foundation, bud, always doing things the boring way." Jack huffed.

Light ignored that "There is a file sent to you all with additional details thanks in part to an anonymous insider in the Insurgency and O5-Council, oh and by the way, Dr. Glass is there, so try not to disrupt his operation, Good luck gentlemen."

"Wait, before you go, what MTF will accompany us?" Iceberg pondered.

"You will find out by reading the file, Goodbye."

After that was over and the screen went black, they got the file from their respective phones from the rings they heard, so they checked it out.

"Ohoho!" Alto whistled.

"What is it?" Bright asked.

"Take a look."

They did and they found out what MTF will go along with them in this operation with their eyebrows coming up.

"Well, ladies, the goose has turned!" The Ex-GOC smiled dubiously worthy of a trickster god, just two words were enough to tell them who they were.

'Last Hope'

—--END—--


Notes:Unfortunately, my final exams are near so I won't be able to write or post anything for almost a month give or take, just wanted to inform you to not expect another chapter anytime soon.

The mentioned SCPs for those who don't understand the reference from the paintings are SCP 131, SCP 111, SCP 6033, SCP 73, SCP 53, SCP 682, SCP 191, SCP 2241, SCP 999, SCP 40 and SCP 2295.

And yep, I intentionally brought Roadside Attraction only to roast it literally and metaphorically, anyway Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you have.