Two years ago in Antarctica, 8:00 P. M….
It was night, the sea was calm and stars were reflected on its surface like diamonds on a blanket, normally this would be the time the elder Pines twins would forget their worries and enjoy sightseeing this beauty, but alas it was not the case this time. It had been hours since Stan and Ford's encounter with the colossal eel and the terrorist group, and all they got was a hint of what the other party was involved in. Stanley tried to ask Stanford who or what this 'SCP Foundation' was, yet he kept dodging and saying 'not the right time' or 'I have to make sure', Stan had never seen his twin so rattled since the whole ordeal with Bill, he kept looking over with eyes gleaming with paranoia like he expected someone was watching him. The Scientist Pines kept checking and doing random things from searching all over the Stan'O War II like he expected to find hidden cameras and making calls to unknown individuals.
"Right, thanks, I owe you one." Sixer said as he shut the cell phone he was just talking to a while ago. Afterward, Stan, who was sitting on a chair, finally had enough.
"Okay, enough smokescreen Poindexter, is there something you know?" he finally questioned impatiently as he repeatedly tapped his right foot on the ground.
"Sorry Stanley, I had to make sure, because if we are dealing with what I think we are… we can't take any chances," Fordsy said, gazing at the reflected stars on the sea thoughtfully.
"Are this 'SPC' or whatever really that-" In a quick reaction Stanford ran frantically and shut his mouth. "MHMHMH!?"
"Don't say it out loud! And yes they are!" Poindexter hissed with a serious look at his bamboozled sibling and then slowly took his hand away. "And to answer your question I only know rumors with little concrete information and that scares me," he spoke in an alarmed tone as he continued "Whatever they are, they aren't some cult with messed up principles like Blind Eye or government thugs like the Agency, they have unlimited resources with seemingly limitless influence and capabilities, they are the boogeymen of the paranormal world Stanley! Everyone who ever heard of them or tried to find the truth either has no recollection or disappeared from the face of the earth! And I would have been one of those two types of victims if I didn't know to keep my mouth shut and not actively pursue them! In fact, you are the only person who I ever told you about!"
The conman processed the implications and what his twin brother said in silence "That serious huh?" The six-fingered man nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, I know you said there shouldn't be secrets between us, but you have to understand that mere knowledge about them is dangerous, I am only telling you now due to the revelations of today's… events," he added. "I don't know what those people were or how this is tied to the anomaly, but I know one thing for a fact: when they are involved in something, no one is safe," he stated with emphasis on his comment, and how right he was as the Older Pines twins will find out.
Present….
It was almost twilight with the sun going down from the horizon in the hills of Oregon with a 1965 Diablo Convertible parked outside the road near a bunch of surrounding trees, average tourists would make themselves comfortable to enjoy the view; however, the Stan twins are no tourists and they didn't come here for recreational purposes, instead, they were investigating leads and reports of a dangerous entity that seemed to stroll around the woods which was one of the newest anomalies the Anomalous Nexus of Gravity Falls has attracted, the entity was said to be a huge 4 limbed reptile which seemed hostile toward any lifeform with a description of it being similar to Tarasque of the myth, miraculously despite its size it managed to easily disappear with no trails expect for big prints in the soil. Of course, the Pines brothers came to investigate as this was basically their job, not to mention they'd rather not have their Great niece and nephew or anyone being in danger of some aggressive monster that can fit a grown man in its mouth, though there other new residents they had to check this one's open hostility was currently on priority. Stanley and Stanford had flashlights to search the woods looking for any sign of the creature.
"Refresh my memory, we are looking for some overgrown iguana that is highly antagonistic and we are juuust hoping to find any clue on where it goes for hours hoping for the best without getting ripped into shreds." The previous Mr. Mystery moved two indexes of his left finger whilst he vocalized in a sarcastic voice, although his comment was ignored by his twin sibling.
"Look!" The Pines with a coat pointed and behold, it was a big footprint of something large, like maybe a giant lizard.
Without a warning, a small bipedal creature with black lines on both sides of its body ran toward Stanley the latter felt a present near his leg as it held onto his pants from his left with its mouth pushing toward him which startled Stan. "GEEZ!" he jumped. "Wha-how did you get out of the car!? I would be proud if I wasn't annoyed!" He complained as the thing retained its mouth on his clothing.
The bipedal reptile is Stan's pet, a prehistoric animal that he got from an egg he collected from the first summer during the Pterodactyl fiasco hoping to cash some money as his newest attraction, although it kept scaring Waddles and stole anything shiny like a crow which confirmed the hypothesis on dinosaurs being ancestors to modern-day birds(and made Stanley grin in glee until the compy pickpocketed him as well), it was such a ruckus keeping it that he decided to gave it away to Sprott who had some experience in dealing with unusual animals, which turns out in the Second Summer that even he had a limit.
During the Second Summer…
"Here! Take it!" a man named Sprott with both his hands held the Compsognathus from both sides of its hands like a cat as it looked at Stan stupidly.
"Wha- why are you-" Before he could finish the farm man gave the bipedal dinosaur into his hands "Wait! What about-"
"That reptilian devil keeps scaring my pigs and attacking my chickens! Keep it! Sell it! Dry it! I Don't care! Just keep that thing away from my farm!" Next, he pushed baffled Stanley away as he desperately tried to convince him otherwise which fell on deaf ears, and a door in front of him was closed with a loud slam.
SLAM!
For a moment the con artist just looked at the door stupidly until the pre-history animal in his hands started nuzzling around him with its neck with hearable purrs, or at least the equivalent of purrs for troodons.
"What do I do with you now?" he groaned.
Considering Sprott is used in taking care of unusual creatures like a heavily mutated cow it says something about what a rascal the chicken-sized dino was, of course, he tried to get rid of it by shooing it to the woods, but it refuses to leave since it imprinted on him as his parent since it hatched, one time he tried to get rid of it by traveling far distances in the middle of nowhere in a forest only to then ride back to the Shack with his car, yet miraculously(probably thanks to its sense of smell) it returned to the shack for it's owner to Stan's grumble, though he at least got a laugh when the little reptile scared his nerdy brother in his sleep.
"What are you think ya doing you stupid hairless turkey??"
"I think it is trying to get you back to the car, it probably senses danger and it's his way of trying to save its parent." Ford informed, amused.
"Parent? ohnonono! It's already a headache taking care of those two rascals. I will not be this chicken lizard's mom!" He announced as he tried to stop the company from holding its mouth on his pants like a leech.
Clicking sounds of woods
That was enough to put the duo on alert Stan's pet stopped what it was doing and hid behind his legs as it growled, Poindexter kept one hand near his blaster for what was to come, which was nothing none of them couldn't expect.
"HI! ARE YOU INTERESTED IN A SELL?" That made them look around for the source of the robotic but also cheerful sound.
"Who said that?" The interdimensional hopper uttered.
"RIGHT HERE, GENTLEMEN."
They looked and they saw a moth on one of the leaves of a tree from their left, a moth with a yellow and if they looked closely a very small pad attached to it that looked like a speaker, which then flow before either of the Elder Pines could say anything as it sat on Stan's
"What is happening?" Ley was flabbergasted as he looked up at the moth walking all over his red sailor hat, he saw a triangle-shaped demon in his dream, fought zombies, and once his hands got stolen by a witch, yet a talking moth with a yellow hat was the thing that made him go in disbelief.
"CALL ME SCP-2598 OR MR. MOTH IF YOU CAN'T REMEMBER MY NAME, WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN ACQUIRING THE TECHNOLOGY OF THE MOTH HELMET?"
After a moment to process their new discovery, Stanford was the first to speak "*cough* greetings, I'm Doctor Stanford Pines and this is my brother Stanley, sorry for being direct but what are you?"
"I'M A MOTH, I THOUGHT THAT WAS OBVIOUS?" he could swear if the large underwing moth was human he would see it giving an eyebrow.
"Nono, I mean, is not common for moths to talk." He went specific.
"THAT'S BECAUSE OF THE TECHNOLOGICAL WONDER WHICH IS THE MOTH HELMET!" It pointed one of its limbs to its hat, afterwards it then flew away from Stan into Ford's flashlight on his right hand which surprised him a bit.
"I USED TO BE JUST A NORMAL MOTH FLYING AWAY AND KEEP REPEATEDLY HITTING MY HEAD ON A LAMP WITH NO PURPOSE IN LIFE UNTIL I DISCOVERED THIS BEAUTY! WHICH BY THE WAY IT IS SAFE FOR CHILDREN."
"You do know your helmets wouldn't fit on any of our heads right bud?" Ford's twin sarcastically informed it.
"I'M SURE YOU HAVE OTHER MOTHS OR SMALLER CREATURES WHO WOULD BE INTERESTED LIKE THIS FELLOW PERHAPS." He meant the bipedal pet of Stan.
Shriek
"OKAY, NO NEED TO BE RUDE SHEESH."
"So, your helmet amplifies your intelligence and so as your ability to speak?"
"NO THE LAST ONE IS THE PAD GIVEN TO ME BY MY FRIENDS FROM THE FOUNDATION TO TALK, I WAS AGAINST IT FIRST BUT IT CAN BE HARD MAKING A CHAT WHEN NOT EVERYONE KNOWS MORSE CODE, YOU CAN IMAGINE-"
Ford nearly didn't hear the rest of it babbling as the name 'Foundation' clicked in his head so as the culmination that the talkative Noctua pronuba called itself an SCP, he looked at his brother who in turn looked at him both realizing the connotation.
"Wait! By 'Foundation' do you mean the 'SCP Foundation'?"
"-WELL, YES MY GOOD MAN! THEY WERE THE ONES WHO GAVE MY DESIGNATION SCP-2598, ALTHOUGH I SUGGEST GETTING OUT OF HERE BEFORE THE LESS-FRIENDLY ANGRY MOTH SHOWS UP."
"What angry moth?"
"THE ONE THAT IS HIDDEN BETWEEN THE WOODS OF COURSE."
Just on cue, a black humanoid creature with glowing red eyes and wings jumped out of the woods between Stan and Ford.
SCREECH!
"CRAP!" Stanley swore before any of the Pines had the time to react with a roar with its right hand pushing Ford with the SCP flying away in alarm to not get squashed.
"HEY! FREAKAZOID!" Stanley grabbed his revolver and shot at the furry monstrosity which dodged as it came toward it. "No one is rough-playing with my brother but me!" when it got close it jumped on it and while Stan struggled he got a much clearer look at the thing that attacked Stanford, it was a hideous insectoid monstrosity with moth antennae on its head, glowing eyes with no pupils, covered in fur and an insect-like mouth which was currently trying to bite it's head as he tried using his flashlight as a shield between them.
SCREEEECH! its maw was opened with its insectoid appendages.
"Eesh! You're ugly!" shorty after the criminal Pine sneered, the black-lined dinosaur let out a hiss and attacked the humanoid moth by jumping on its head and trying to scratch its face, the previous Mr. Mystery used this opportunity to push it away with a kick on its stomach which in turn caused the attacker to shriek in pain, subsequently Ford by then got up and give it a kick from the back which led the humanoid only to get punched on its face by Stanley resulting in more painful shrieks, then and in a quick move the moth-like entity gave a furious sneer and flow up to the sky so fast that the chicken-sized dino fell only to be grabbed by its owner. "Nice job you hairless chicken!" He patted his pet and put it gently on the ground.
After breathing in relief he finally spoke "Are you alright Pointdexter?"
"Yes, I'm good." The Pines with a Ph.D. gave some pat around his coat to clean whatever dirt there was on him.
"Was that the Mothman? Didn't you say he owed you money or something?" Stanley asked his sibling, recalling from the Journals.
"More like he ate it, and for your information, there is a whole species of Mothmen, I'm sure this was not the one I met before."
"Speaking of Moths, where is the talking Moth seller?" he looked around.
"RIGHT HERE!" The duo looked and saw the salesman moth sitting on a rock 1 meter away "AND I MUST SAY, IT WAS A SUPERB FIGHT! BRAVO OAK BROTHERS, WHAT A PERFORMANCE!" it then flapped its wings which they guest was the eccentric moth's way of clapping.
"It's Pines and glad you were a help being an audience of us away from danger." The conman told them in a sarcastic voice not giving them any aid, but the yellow moth was ignorant of his sarcasm. "Sigh it's getting dark, I'm getting hungry, and worst of all that furry moth shed his fur on me and my clothes!" He complained and indeed there was fur on his clothes courtesy of the Mothman "Come Sixer, we can search for Tarra-whatever tomorrow." He walked toward his Diablo with his pet following him
"Wait! SCP-25…Mr. Moth are you interested in coming with us and I ask you a couple of questions?" he inquired, seeing this as a chance to learn more about the SCP Foundation and maybe even find out why there is a surge of new anomalies entering Gravity Falls.
"FLATTERED, BUT I HAVE TO GO TO PITCH MY HELMETS." it politely declined.
"There are sweets and fruits if you want." he tried to tempt it.
"OKAY, THEN I COME IN!" it worked, the moth quickly changed its mind and flowed to follow them.
"Hey! I'm not giving free food to strangers and renting in the shack unless they pay!"
"You no longer own shack Stanley, and it's a moth; it takes far less space than humans and so does its consumption." Stanley's twin reminded him.
"Oh…force of habit." Ford's twin recalled and so they walked away
The sun had gone down and it was finally night, at the top of the hill an alien, non-humanoid being with 360-degree vision, multiple crab-like legs, a huge mouth under its belly, and 4 crooked arms fingers named SCP-163 by the Foundation covered in a hazmat suit due to the extraterrestrial finding Earth's environment unsuitable, traveling with a dismembered robot with only its head, its left arm and half of its torso hanging on the alien using strings designated as SCP-2785 an intelligent robot with the desire to improve itself who despite its significant injuries and losing so much it's the body, maintained it's jolly attitude whenever he has a 'friend' or finds new technologies to use to improve its body.
"Oh look! Civilization! I can see a shelter!" That 'Shelter' would be a bar named Skull Fracture which was currently filled with motorbike gangs, the alien knows well that not all humans are used to seeing beings like himself so he had no intention of getting closer to a building filled with intoxicated and highly aggressive humans, that is until his 360-degree sight caught something behind it.
BANG
In a quick jump, he dodged the shot from the faraway attacker and kept on running.
The attacker with a sniper rifle is a humanoid robot lying on its front on the grass called SCP-1360 by the Foundation, one of Anderson Robotics's androids series purchased by the Chaos Insurgency which was then re-programmed and modified, with many of its purchased kind sent by the Insurgency to capture the runaway anomalies and bring them to their masters hence why the projectile he shot and now on the ground was sparking with blue electricity as it was a small compounded taser to incapacitate the sci-fi duo. Seeing the targets running it then started sprinting toward them.
"Beautiful! That is a marvel of engineering! It looks better than my body!" If SCP-163 had eyes like humans it would have rolled them over SCP-2785 not being worried about being captured for whatever nefarious purposes.
Another shot came, this time it hit on the energetic mutilated robot "Zzk-OW! OH! KKKzzz." The unfortunate SCP kept mumbling as electricity coursed through its body. Finally, the runaways reached the back of the bar and hid inside a small wooden room that seemed to be newly made with a window and shut the door, although to their tough luck there was a human inside it, lanky with a brown beard who was drinking from his bottle which is on his left hand, there was an awkward pause between them until the lanky man did what any reasonable person would do when they caught off guard by a multi-limb being beyond the stars that looks like it came from H. R. Giger's mind and its gibberish robot companion that continued changing its expressions due to the shock it had received (For a robot that didn't have many motors on its face for human expressions beyond being able to blink and move it's mouth up and down to mimic talking it was extraordinary expressive). He dropped his bottle which shattered to pieces and screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
In a hurry, the extraterrestrial SCP raced toward him in reaction and moved back with the first covering his mouth with one of its limbs.
alien screeches
His kind uses sinusoidal waves to communicate, which is incomprehensible to human ears as it sounded like screeches, his screeches basically translate into 'I'm friend! I'm friend! Please don't scream!' more or less if the scared human could understand any of it.
BANG
A bullet shattered the window and embedded itself into the human, instantly killing him. The reprogrammed hunter was instructed to neutralize any witnesses, thus why it changed its rifle's mode into lethal. The multi-limbed entity was startled by this and saw the menacing hunting bot from the broken window who then changed its gun mode back to non-lethal for capture. Quickly, SCP-163 leaped away from another shot and ran to the door and broke it down. While running, he finally took the taser out from SCP-2785 and threw it away which allowed it to stop shaking
"WOAAAH!" It said excitedly. "I never knew electricity can taste so shocking!"
As they ran and avoided the shots they found themselves at the east of the bar which was inhabited by a huge bald man and a black middle-aged motorbiker who heard the shot and came to investigate only to see the running creature in front of them.
"GAAH! Monster! Kill it! Kill it!" The big asian guy shouted at the black man who followed by bringing his shotgun and shooting a couple of rounds. Fortunately, his shotgun wasn't made for long-range weaponry so the unusual The duo managed to run into the woods. Another gang member tried to attack in front of it with a knife only to get knocked onto their face.
The chasing robot saw its prey running away and commanded two drones to be activated and follow them. The black drones quickly gained on the running SCPs, shooting tasers which the strange lifeform managed to dodge thanks to his companion warning it. "Duck!" it shouted again.
The alien lifeform did so with the shot from the flying drone on its right unintentionally damaging the other. It ignored its partner and proceeded to continue to open fire, only for the extraterrestrial to use one of its limbs to grab the incapacitated drone and throw it at the second drone which led to both to explode, allowing the two to escape into the woods. They thought they finally lost their assailant only to find the original hunter in front of them when their escape led them outside of the woods to a road. Before they could react, the mechanical humanoid fired and this time it hit its target.
SCREEEEECH!
163 cried in pain as the electricity immobilized it. It fell, with his robot companion hitting the dirt alongside it. Half of his face was crushed under the weight of the poor sentient entity.
"Friend? Buddy! Are you okay?? I could taste the mud if I had taste sensors!" his face muddied inquired worriedly.
"Targets captured, initiative: returning the properties to the base." The robotic hunter, at last, spoke in a monotonous soulless tone. It started walking toward the targets, but before it could get any nearer, a car screeched into view.
CRASH
The car smashed into the modified android, sending it flying. The antique car stopped, the damaged android produced some sparks and its voice glitched as its lights got dimmer til there were none.
"WHAT IN THE GODDAMN HELL STANLEY?!" The voice of an elderly man shouted.
"Is okay!" A gruff voice replied urgently. "If he's dead, we can bury him in the woods and no one will know it!"
"HOW DID YOU EVEN GET YOUR DRIVER'S LICENSE!?"
The question was left ignored as a middle-aged man came out of the car to check the scene. He saw the head of the huntsman, grasped it, and turned it over, studying it. "The hell is this…?" The man named Stanley muttered as he looked all over the bot before returning to the car.
"Is okay! It's… I don't know, a robot I guess?" Inside the car was an identical man to the first in the shotgun seat, a moth with a hat on the dashboard, and a bipedal dinosaur between both seats.
Before any of them could reply, a creature with many limbs and a mouth on its stomach and many fly-looking eyes around its head showed up behind him recovering from its shock therapy which caused them to look over.
The striped Compy gave a curious glance at it and chirped.
"BEHIND YOU!" Stanford warned his twin looking behind himself to meet the creature from the stars.
"HOLY-!" Stanley screamed. Shocked from seeing something out of a cosmic horror novel he punches the creature resulting in it taking a crooked form with a painful moan and its limbs coming up in a surrounding gesture.
"Wait! We're good! We're friends!" a robot with half its body was gone which was hanging all around the thing's body gesturing with its one hand. "See? We don't bite and don't eat humans! In fact, I don't even have a digestive system! And I'm sure my friend finds human meat distasteful!"
That stopped the elderly man from continuing to not continue attacking. He froze in an awkward position and looked embarrassed.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I don't like being startled."
The multi-limbed alien slowly came back from its defensive position. It began to vocalize with a series of screeches.
"My friend says if it is okay we tag along seeking shelter momentarily please?" The smaller robot translated.
"OF COURSE GENTLEMEN! THE MORE THE MERRIER!" The underwing moth spoke using its pads in a polite but still loud tone.
Stan looked back to the car at Ford who only nodded as he was very interested in researching these new cryptids.
Stanley sighed.
"Yeah, sure, it's not like I own the shack anymore," He grumbled and with his right hand beckoned them as he strolled back to his car, but not before he collected the parts of the now goner android and shove them on the back of the trunk for Sixer and Fiddleford to look into. The unlikely duo tried to sit in the car only to realize that 163 had difficulty fitting inside. Seeing this, he came and pushed from the back for them to fit, again, and again until they finally slipped inside the car with the extraterrestrial humming in indignation with two of its hands locked while it stuck inside from a lying down position.
"At least it is not mud." SCP-2785 muttered between its partner and the seat.
The elderly con man came back to his driving seat and drove the car to his destination.
"I tell ya, things we come across are getting weirder and weirder," he announced matter-of-factly, wondering what other bizarre things they would face as he didn't expect to find a seller moth and…whatever the inhuman-looking thing is with two robots in one night, and soon he would learn that the smaller android was as just as much a talker as the businessman insect to his vexation since it wouldn't stop talking during the trip about technology and his twin certainly didn't help by joining in on the nerding.
Dr. Iceberg finally had his break from his research in a room he and the chaotic duo rented in a motel. There were pictures, files, and papers all over the table and the bed with most attached to a billboard by magnets with questions marked around them such as: 'Is Bill Cipher truly dead?' near a pic of the statue of Bill Cipher, 'Stolen radioactive materials' near a pic of someone in a hazmat suit moving crates of radioactive waste with another market 'What he was powering?', 'Weirdmageddon is a stupid name' he had a bit of fun during that time, a chart showing increased activities of the anomalies with pictures of a hissing gnome, a blurred picture of two bluish ghosts in an abandoned store, and a flying Pterodactyl in the sky, 'What part the Pines really have in?' Near a picture of the Pines family with Wendy Corduroy near a tree in the woods at sunrise two years ago with a picture of Ford Pines attached to it since this picture didn't have him included, 'Possible ties?' It was a picture of a painting of a floating triangle there was no mistake that It was Bill with red flames all over and humans worshiping around him got from the Northwest Mansion before it got sold to Fiddleford, 'What happened to this guy?' Between two pics one shows a younger Mcgucket with the other showing him older all harpy with a crazed look when he lived in a junkyard, 'Possible new method of amnesticization?' With a question mark near the picture of a broken mind wipe gun and 'What really happened to Mrs. Corduroy?' Near the picture of an adult redhead female with her eyes marked with crossed Xs with a marker with a red arrow connected to a piece of paper which had the Children of the Scarlet King's sigil on it.
Knocked sounds from the other side of the door got heard, the cold scientist put his coffee on the table, and before opening the door he checked from the peephole to see who they were, none other than his colleague Doctor Clef and a bruised Doctor Bright who came when the door opened.
"Hi, we finished our routine, it worked, SCP-4051 has succeeded in becoming our inside man." Clef informed him.
"Did you find anything useful there?" One of Dr. Gears's apprentices questioned.
"Beyond getting a long ramble about a stone with a face? No, never have I had such an urge to blow up a stone to kingdom come since SCP-173 gave me a staring contest!" It was the most boresome experience he ever had and the fact that he had to restrain himself was straining in and of itself.
"It's a face that looks like a rock," Jack intervened.
"No, It's not!" Alto snapped.
"It is," The redhead doctor retorted.
"It is NOT!" The doctor with heterochromia hissed.
"What happened to his face?" Iceberg intervened, pointing at Bright.
"Oh, he was just fooling around and fell on a stair, isn't that right?" Clef looked at the bruised Bright with a threatening look, the latter who simply quickly nodded, Clef got back on Bright after that stunt Jack pulled with a vengeance.
"SO!"- Immortal Jack clapped his hands together to change the subject -"any news Dr. Ice?" He gestured to the pile of evidence.
"It's Iceberg and yes, I did some digging. There were reports of SCP-2901 sightings around the town with what was described as a very angry lizard with temper issues." He showed a picture of the shadowy figure of something big behind pine trees with glowing yellow eyes.
"Yep, definitely Lizzie." Agent Ukulele confirmed after grabbing the frame and giving it a closer look.
"Hold on, SCP-2901 instances are like vultures, they are usually only attracted to places when a catastrophe is going to happen." The immortal doctor commented with ex-GOC nodding in agreement.
"Oh, it gets even better, 682 is not the only monstrosity out of Foundation's custody inhabiting Gravity Falls." He showed them a video from his tablet's screen.
In the video shown yesterday at exactly 12:00 A.M on a street near the woods there was no one there, then suddenly a black portal opened and from it, a dark form of a humanoid appeared, it looked around and because of the darkness of the night even despite being near a street lamp they couldn't make much of the cosmetic details other than it have a ripped up jacket; nonetheless, they saw its milky white eyes, after this, the entity looked at the camera and grinned ferally with rotten yellow teeth with such malice that it made the hair behind the back of their necks to spike up, after that very perturbing moment it then moved back to its goo-like portal from behind and it with the portal disappeared.
Both Clef and Bright looked at each other in alarm and widen eyes after approximately 5 seconds of silence and they said one word at the same time which perfectly exemplifies what this means
"Fu-
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