Everything happened very fast, the black and white van hit SCP-106 at top speed, sending it and the van to the other side of the portal to the pocket dimension. The vehicle was driven by none other than the notorious Alto Clef, while he drove like a madman with passengers behind him shouting in alarm with one of them cursing him in Russian. The Old Man snarled upon seeing the ukulele man.
"A doctor's advice? Always brush your teeth!" Clef activated the car's mirror cleaner leading to a splash of water on 106's face with windshield wipers repeatedly hit on his face only for the sadistic anomaly to break the windshield and give another snarl which was for naught as the car smashed him into a column.
CRASH
The crash sent both the 4-wheeler and the anomaly flying away. Afterwards, the infuriated anomaly got up, walking toward the ford and with the strength of a rhino, ripped the front door to the driver's seat only to see no one there. Slowly he snapped his head to the ripped door he was still holding to see Agent Ukulele hanging on it. The Old Man made eye contact with Alto who gave a bashful smile and locked the door.
GROWL
He threw the ripped door with the doctor on it towards the nearest wall, only for Clef to yelp and jump from the flying door before it shattered on the wall causing him to trip over the ground.
"Ow," The doctor got up with a whine only to get grabbed by the throat by the gritted Old Man. First, a bunch of brats and two chickens beat him in his realm, now this smug prick crashed into him with a van!? He was going to make his suffering the stuff of legends as the grabbed Foundation doctor made gurgling sounds from the pressure on his throat.
"Oh well….good thing I brought company!" he shouted.
The Old Man and the godkiller looked back to the van and saw MTF-Alpha 9 known by the moniker "Last Hope" , an MTF that employs anomalies.
Except instead of a glorious team to stand up to the monster, they were busy hurling and generally looking disheveled. There was SCP-105, a blonde woman named Iris Thompson with disheveled hair, a blue jacket and a haunted look, SCP-1465 an adult female who just happened to share an anomalous trait involving photos and her first name with 105 dressed a black shirt with a glass who looked flatly her last name is Laskaris, SCP-2273 a veteran in a bio-mechanical suit from an alternate earth where World War 3 happened with a plasma rifle on his back who behind his bug-like helmet was giving the stink eye to Clef called Alexei Belitov, SCP-073 AKA Cain, a middle eastern man with two metallic arms with ancient blue tattoos who may or may not be the Cain who was comforting SCP-4818 or Leora Lightfoot, an adolescent female of mixed European and Middle-Eastern descent with a green jacket who was vomiting and SCP-5151, an immortal knight with a beard dressed like a medieval knight who was the only one looking ready for a fight with his black sword.
"It's all right," Cain comforted the adolescent woman on her back.
"I'm good, I'm good MHhmh~" she continued to hurl.
"There, there." He patted her.
Minutes ago…
"WATCH OUT" Iris Thompson half-screamed to the driver Clef while pointing at the incoming truck.
HORN
In time the van darted the coming truck. "Oops, that was close."
"WHO TAUGHT YOU TO DRIVE TY SUMASSHEDSHIY!?" Alexei cursed in Russian.
"Language children! One of my friends is a Russian!" Alto replied.
"Oh, I don't feel good~" 4818 held her mouth as she felt green.
"You get sick, we all get sick!" Iris Laksaris told her.
"This will be a glorious fight against the black demon!" The Black Knight who, unlike the others, looked eager.
"Every FIGHT involving face-to-face is GLORIOUS combat to you!" 1465 exasperated.
"There is a time for squabbles, there is a time for saving." Cain while he gave a paper package to the green-looking adolescent to throw up in it.
"Why do you think I'm violating every speed limit possible?" Alto retorted.
While driving, they passed with a top speed over a police car with a speed recorder which recorded the speed, hence Shrief Blubs spitting his coffee.
"Holy Moses! Must be another drunk driver, push it, Durland!" Sherif Durland agreed and started the car, following the speedy van with police sounds and alarms from their car.
"Fantastic, now the police are coming and my driving license has long been suspended." ex-GOC grumbled from seeing the chasing police car from the back mirror.
"CHEGO ZHDAT?!" Belitrov exclaimed at that nugget of information, he wasn't the only one alarmed by this.
"Oh, well, time for a shortcut!" with no warning, he changed direction to the left with the sound of tires screaming into the woods with the bewilder policemen stopping immediately.
"Did he just-" Durland couldn't believe it.
"That Mister isn't drunk, he is super drunk," Blubs commented as he drank from his nip.
The ford van moved past bushes and tree branches whilst the passengers experienced constant ups and downs.
"Who's-idea-was-to-let-Clef-to-drive!?" Iris Thompson questioned which no one answered as everyone was being shaken by the uneven earth.
They finally reached another road only to get nearly crashed by a 1965 El Diablo Convertible with everyone but Clef, the Knight and Cain shrieking with russian curses.
"WATCH IT OLD HAG!!" Agent Ukulele yelled at the passed car.
"YOU WATCH WHERE YOU GO BLIND BAT!" An old man with a gruff voice from El Diablo vocalized "Can you believe it poindexter? The nerve for passing speed limits!" Stan said to the front passenger Ford.
"Didn't you say you had multiple charges for the speed limit?"
"At least I had the courtesy of not calling on someone's age!" Ley dramatically defended himself.
Howl
Stan's pet dinosaur simply howled.
"See? Even this dump lizard agrees with me!" He used this as his defence with his twin simply rolling his eyes, SCP-2598, SCP-163 and SCP-2785 were the witnesses ignorant of who was driving the van so as the Elder Pines twins.
Present…
106 tilted his head in confusion only to then laugh.
HAHAHAHA!
These are the ones to stop him? What, the Foundation ran out of bodies to the meat grinder so they decide to send a collection of-
Blast
A powerful plasma shot from a rifle carried by SCP-2273 to his face caused his grip on the man with heterochromia whose eyes were rolling from the suffocation drop and let out a hard breath. Old Man decides to never mind and attacks on a jump, dodging plasma shots and then spilling black acid on the rifle and the suit, the suit being biomechanical would regenerate but the plasma rifle was heating so quickly the veteran throws his rifle at SCP-106 who ducks after which the weapon explodes in green flame, the sadistic decides to target Alto again who was the most vulnerable by spilling acid on him; however he dodged his attacks.
"YOU MISSED! HAHAHA!" Clef dodged and taunted as he ran and before that he from a double-barreled shotgun revolver which he snatched from his coat shot a round at Creepy Man's stomach which jolted him a bit.
Old Man then came for SCP-4818 that just managed to collect herself in a startled yelp used her anomalous ability which is manipulating photos to make a shield construct to protect herself from a powerful punch from him, wasn't powerful enough to break the barrier, yet it did make a crack on her shield. After Old Man made a crack on the photon manipulator's shield SCP-1465 came near him and then using her anomalous ability she turned the photo on her hand into a bulb of light shoving at his face temporarily blinding him.
GRRR
"Sorry, Did I take the wrong picture?" she taunted.
"DIE DEMON!"
Just when SCP-5151 came to swing his sword at the the black-oiled psycho's head the later jumps at top of the nearest column near in top and hissed, after this he using his influence on the pocket dimension black speared-like columns rise up from the ground permuting the MTF to spread around to not get skewed, while running Clef replaced his revolver with a Uzi gun(He hides instruments of death all over himself) rat tat tating on the decrepit monster from heart so as 4181 materializing a semi-automatic pistol till head yet all it did was to shake him a bit instead of doing a substantial damage though the russian scp activated an advance attached gun coming up from his right hand using his targeting system he shot bullets as powerful in punching as much as shotgun which made 106 to fall, the ruler of this begotten realm then got up and with one move of his hand then commanded the spikes to then follow the intruders like tentacles thus the group spread moreover, unfortunately SCP-105 during running dropped to the ground when she hit a rock as one of the spikes with it's sharp end sprinted toward her who in instinct put her hands in defence in yell with her eyes close, lucky for her SCP-73 put himself between her and the attack hence instead the spike hit him.
GAAAAAGH!
The ghoul howled in pain as if he felt something sharp pass his torso which turns out it was as there a hole in his torso, Cain's anomalous ability is to reflect any attack to the cause of it which in this case it was the Old Man, he then drown himself to on earth like a rock hitting the water.
"Where did the demon of darkness go?" the black knight pondered with his black sword in position.
Cracking
Cracks were made between them which led to their startlement the earth between them rise up and each became separate, 5151 swiftly jumped between each rising floor and for others running as well such as Lightfoot who made wings made of photons capable of flight to fly who then grabbed the running and jumping Alexei from a cliff which ended with a no ending abyss down which she learned that he is quite heavy.
"Oh craaaaap!" she nearly fell before recollecting herself and kept flying with guffs until she managed to land him on stable ground.
Cain while jumping from one place to the other saw something glinting in his eyes in the distance.
"THOMPSON! UP 10 O'CLOCK!" he shouted.
"ON IT!" She looked and saw the decrepit force of nature himself up on his throne up on this highest hill looking at the team running from the falling earth like ants to his amusement, the blonde woman took a picture with his signature camera after zooming.
"CATCH!" Clef gave her a grenade which she caught, she then pulls the trigger and aims it at the malicious SCP in his photo tossing it it then disappeared and reappeared from the sky to the unsuspected Old Man like a portal, SCP-105's anomalous trait is that she can interact with places which she took a photo of using her polaroid camera SCP-105-B. When the bomb fell it exploded on the sadistic bastard's head resulting in him getting knocked from his towery throne and descending which stopped the floors from rising and falling.
Lightfoot seeing the opportunity conjured a bazooka and shot a missile at the falling humanoid anomaly which hit him, next he hit hard on the floor.
"NOW IT'S OUR CHANCE! GO!" Laskaris informed everyone.
"CONCENTRATE YOUR ATTACKS ON KEEPING HIM DOWN!" The soldier from an alternate war-ravaged earth cried out and so he kept shooting, the photon skilled SCP created an automatic sniper rifle which she used to repeatedly shoot at the opponent
"GET SOOOME!" she didn't stop gunning down.
Who in response summoned a wall to protect himself, shortly after the Knight came behind him and swing his sword at him who react by grabbing it from slashing him in half, he tried using his acidic substance to melt the weapon except the sword was thaumaturgical enhance so it didn't erode, the Black Knight pushed his black steel harder which caused 106's hand to injure with black blood start dropping on the blade, both stayed in an intense face to face with gritted teeth trying to push each other with the blade as the crunch, decisively the Old Man tapped his left leg on the ground ensuring a rising column taking the swordmaster off guard for it and fled away. But then, the wall that was shielded breaks by a powerful thrust from the biomechanical trooper dashing at him in a tug fight and then another ball of light produced by Laskaris aimed at him hurled at his head disorienting him, he tried to spit black acid to end the woman with the ability to turn photos into orbs of light in an act of spite; nevertheless, the immortal man with metallic hands put himself at the spike's direction.
GAHHHHHGH!
Now he was feeling melting from his right shoulder, Alexei used the opportunity to disarm him on the floor with 4818 construction chains attached to him and Alto ran toward Leora and whispered something to her. The Old Man now on his last trick chooses to summon portals to send Last Hope to the other side, he could deal with them individually but as long as they work as a team he is overwhelmed, which worked but unknown to him Alto told Lightfoot to make the chains attached to 2273 which sends himself to the other side as well. Before he realized it, it was too late because immediately when he moved to the other side a potent kick hit him on the face from Cain with such impact that his decayed teeth flow over, next a materialized big hammer by 4818 breaking his right leg with a sickening crack, 106 fell on his knees unable to properly cry in pain from the shock and pain and put his hands on his broken nose and mouth only to then get hit on his left chin from the pommel of 5151's sword which throws his head toward the end of a shotgun right into his mouth from a grin ear to ear Clef.
"Bang." He said before his shotgun triggered with a loud bang exploded on his head, hence the defeated SCP-106 was knocked down to the ground unconscious, beaten, breathing shakily with a black eye, broken nose, splintered teeth, smoke coming from his mouth and a lumped face. "Doesn't feel good to be at the receiving end, is it you sicko!?" Clef taunted the defeated enemy.
"We did it." SCP-105 breathed in relief and dropped on her back "We actually did it." She wondered to herself out loud.
"Whew, that's one less murderous freak to call the day." SCP-1465 was relieved like everyone because the fight was over.
"I'm afraid this isn't the end, comrades," SCP-2273 noted.
"The mechanical warrior is correct, as you younglings say these days 'There are bigger fishes to fry' and I'm looking forward to more glorious fights(after a feast of course)!" SCP-5151 cleaned the black blood from his sword with a tissue exhilarated by the adrenaline.
"Oh, that's not even half of it guys, one second," Ex-GOC told him as he was calling a containment team from his phone to come and collect the brutalized SCP-106. "A containment team is underway to re-contain resident psychopath over here"- he looked at him -"you guys go rest, you deserve it but I'm afraid tomorrow we have a tarasque hunt to make and some Group Of Interests."
GROANS
Everyone but The man with metallic hands, the Russian, the Knight and the Ex-GOC groaned.
"Ah-ah-ah! No lazing on the job!" Cain reprimanded them like he was a father reprimanding his whining kids which in a way it is considering he lived for millennials and if he really is the Cain.
"Yes 'daaaaad!'" Lariska gave a sarcastic remark.
"Does anyone know where that fast food place is to go?" Lightfood questioned.
A vehicle was in the woods which belonged to Robbie Valentino.
Inside everyone in the van was dirty, bruised and in some cases 'Mucused' excluding SCP-7044 who chirped and gave this calming aura to keep the group calm which though it worked it didn't make the past experience…something, SCP-2337 which was just looking around and SCP-811 who was busy making hymning happily to entertain herself as everyone else gave a 1-mile gaze with no sound but 811's humming, 7044's chirps and crickets.
"Never EVER walk into an abandoned and desolated building during the night, ever AGAIN," Robbie stated matter-of-factly.
Everyone for once agreed with him and nodded.
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