The El Diablo of the elder Pines twins finally reached the McGucket Mansion, already expecting their arrival, the gates were opened and they entered. After parking the car and leaving Chompy inside, the Pines and the anomalies walked toward the mansion. There, they passed a bored man with a mug who was none other than Fiddleford's son, Tate Mcgucket.

"How is it going?" the self-improving robot asked.

"Fine as always," Tate replied boredly. Only a moment later when he registered what he saw did he spit his drink and snap his back at the passing beings, dumbfounded,his hat moved up a bit to take a better look. Next he looked at his mug wondering if there was something in it which caused him to see a robot and some Lovecraftian creature with many limbs in a hazmat suit.

There inside the Mansion, it was filled with machinery and experiment tools laying over and there was Fiddleford Mcgucket himself who was busy working on a jet engine all dirty with black oils on his workshop clothes with a wrench.

Ford coughed to get his attention, "McGucket?"

After that, Fiddleford looked back, "Oh, heya Fordsy'! How are the kids?"

"They are good, thanks for asking, I hope I'm not interrupting your work."

"Nah worriez, this is just somethin' workin' on my multi-million contract it can wait." The owner of the Mansion stated Stanford wanted to object until he showed up.

"Say, where is the new cryptids you had mentioned?"

Both Stan and Ford looked around and notice to their surprise the anomalies were no longer behind them, they looked around and they saw SCP-163 who just was looking at a miniature solar system with alien hymns, but the most alarming was SCP-2785 who was currently wiping mechanical equations and then writing new ones with chalk on the board.

"HEY!" Tate's father upon seeing his work being undone sprinted over to the robot to stop him, her shout got 2785's attention back from the board.

"Do ya have any idea how hard I'm workin' on solvin' those equations!? They are…" He stopped his rant upon seeing the newly written equations, not believing what he was seeing he adjusted his goggles. "T-they... You solved them!"

"Oh, sorry beared human, I didn't know you wanted to solve them by your-"

Fiddleford then laughed and clapped his hand on his knee as if he just heard a funny joke with the confused Pines looking at each other in confusion.

"Ya just solved an impossible mechanical equation that has eluded the science community for decades and you feel sorry? Come here!" He grabbed the startled 2785 and kissed him on his cheek repeatedly, the SCP looking puzzled by this reaction.

"Where did ya know to do that?" The old mechanic exclaimed.

"I uhh… good at robotics?"

"Welp, I'm for one glad there is someone here in my mansion who is just as good with a wrench as me! I'm Fiddleford by the way." he shook the mechanical SCP's right hand.

"SCP-2785."

"Also, did ya knaw you could save a lot' of energi by putting upgraded Capacitors?

"That's what I thought! I keep telling everyone in the Foundation, but it seems nobody cares about it!" 2785 blurted out.

Now both were chuckling together. The twins just stared at what was unfolding, they looked back at the alien SCP who was witnessing this as well who simply shook its head and got its hold loose on the solar system miniature.

Stanley decided to be the one intervening. "Okay, we get it, you both are eggheads who have a thing for silicon. We came here to see if you can find anything from this." He opened his bag and grabbed the dismembered head of an SCP-1360 instance.

"Just a moment, wanna see how the bucket-headed ticks!" The old inventor ran to bring something.

"I don't think that's nece-" The SCP machine tried to reason with him.

"Too late, already brought my scanner." The bearded man came back with some board on wheels which was made of a polymer and put it between himself and the SCP to see what the scanner shows and the insides.

The elder Mcgucket so as the elder Pines looked and seemed intrigued by what they saw as they titled their heads.

"Oh my," the inventor uttered, SCP-163 got curious and took a peak to see what they were seeing.

"What, what is it!? I feel very self-conscious of my modifications!" SCP-2785 now felt naked under the scanners and shielded his body with his hands.

"You have what I can best describe as some sort of organic gear that by unknown means moves by itself and you failed to mention that you are in actuality a cyborg!?" Stanford choked at this new finding with everyone now staring at the anomaly.

"Weeeell…" SCP-2785 looked embarrassed as felt the weight of the stares, trying to find the words for it. "It's kinda personal?" he gave a weak response, before Ford could object, his used-to-be assistant spoke.

"Well, one mystery at a time." He shrugged, the six-fingered man wanted to object again before the bearded elder snatched the robotic head from Stan without him expecting, on his way he came face to face with SCP-163 which made him jump.

"Gyah! Sorry, I have a weak heart, Mister." Nearly dropping his head he apologized and walked away with the extraterrestrial baffled by the nonchalant reaction to him, usually, humans are alarmed by his physical appearance, they didn't know whether they should be relieved or feel insulted, Poindexter on the other hand simply mumbled with himself "Never change Fiddleford.". Even with Stanford's ex-assistance no longer living in a junkyard and reclaiming his memories, he retained some of his eccentric quirks.

"Alrighty then, let me take a peak." The old mechanic just threw away any tool on a table to make space, connected some wires from a computer to the head of the automaton, and afterwards clicked some keyboards.

"Almost…some firewalls to crack and…there!" The man who used to live in a junkyard managed to get access to whatever information was contained in his head while doing so he put a USB to the computer.

The elder twins came in to see the results.

"Can you find anything?"

"Already on it, this thing has like firewalls inside of firewalls but I managed to download a few files titled "SCPs" in its memory core and…oh a recording."

ALERT! UNRECOGNIZABLE USER DETECTED!

This came on the screen and gave a warning.

"Ah scrap!"

The elder mechanic immediately took the USB before smoke came from the bot's head and the computer with the smell of burned circuitry. Consequently, the computer got set on fire which caused him to yelp.

"Well that's just great, now our only lead is on fire." The conman grunted while Mgucket brought a fire extinguisher to put off the fire.

"No worries fellas, my USB manach' to download as much information from the core as it could, but not entirely." The accented elder put off the fire.

"Shame really, Its processor ability would be something to poke at." the anomalous robot or mostly robot said solemnly.

After the fire was no more, McGucket gave the USB to Stanford.

"Thank you, I own you one." the scientist Pines expressed in gratitude as he looked at the USB.

"Eh, don't mention it, besides your robo buddy just solved somethin' even I was struggling with, so we are even." Fiddleford shrugged.

Suddenly, everything in the mansion went dark which caught everyone off guard.

"Da hey? tha's odd." The old inventor exclaimed.

Just then, Fiddleford's son ran from what seemed to be a series of fires as he entered the mansion and closed the door with blood coming from his shoulder.

"SON! You're alright??" Tate's father rushed toward him as did others.

"I-I'm fine, it's only my shoulder," Tate reassured as he gritted his teeth in pain from the bloody shot on his left shoulder with his right hand holding the injury from bleeding.

"We're being attacked!" Stanford announced followed by his twin ready his revolver so as Ford with his blaster.

Bang, Bang, Bang!

A series of shots were heard damaging the windows, fortunately, the windows were bulletproof, one of many changes Old Man Mcgucket did to the mansion.

"Those things can hold?"

"Yea, but noth' against explosives." The inventor informed as he moved his son shoulder from shoulder.

"Can you restart the mansion's defenses?"

"Not without power, dunno why but it should have been started by now."

SHATTER!

Two of the windows were shattered by two instances of SCP-1360 with rifles landing on the floor.

"Then fix it now!" Stan vocalizes as he and his brother start shooting at the attackers as them.

Fastly, the anomalies and Mguckets hide behind a table which 163 flipped to use as a shield, whereas the Pines hide behind a counter as they shoot with bullets and superheated plasma firing.

EXPLOSION!

An explosion came from the other side of the mansion breaching a hole.

"Oh, what now!?" Stanley complained.

"Oh what now!?'' Then his voice was said again except he didn't said anything, hearing his own voice caught his and others' attention to the source where they saw a herd of red quadruped creatures with spikes on their back, no eyes, a slender figure and protruding sharp needle-like teeth coming in.

One of them jumped at Tate as he yelped in surprise, fortunately, SCP-163 acted fast and with one of its many limbs took hold of the red animal by its throat and threw it at another one with force.

"Where did these ugly dogs come from!?" Ley cried out.

"I don't think they are dogs, Stanley!"

"I don't think they are dogs, Stanley!" one of the crimson predators mimicked his sound as it lunged at the alien before being shot by Ley.

"And they're annoying hungry voice recorders too!" The previous Mr. Mystery remarked.

Now they were cornered by both sides from instances of SCP-1360 and SCP-939 known by the nickname 'WIth Many Voices' with the ability to mimic sounds as a way of misleading its prey or as a psychological attack to unnerve.

"I can fix the generator, let me do it!" SCP-2785 volunteered.

"You don't have a gun." Tate said.

Just then, another instance of SCP-939 tried to sink its claws into the back of the multi-limbed extraterrestrial which fortunately didn't land because SCP-2785 with ease gave a swift attack with his right arm at the neck with a sickening crack as the ugly dog fell dead with a wimp.

"That wasn't me." The self-improving robot seemed to be puzzled by his action. Next, as if he was possessed he dodged a taser bullet that came from one of the attacking black robots, after which he threw a screwdriver from the ground which got stuck right on the shooter's head which fell "That wasn't me! It's my self-defense program! I didn't know my acquired body could do that!" the eccentric robot wailed.

"Well, now we know you're armed, go fix the power! It's over there in the nearest room! Use the terminal!" The Mcgucket scientist told him. Subsequently, SCP-2785 did so as he dashed in the direction, of its way to kill the spiked assaulters.

"Sorry!" kicked one on the stomach.

"I'm really sorry!" snatched one with his left hand and then snapped its neck and tossed it away with another leaping with its sharp teeth only to get caught midair by both hands and get torn apart from the mouth in half.

"I would gag but physically I'm unable!" 2785 kept apologizing as he passed over the herd like a meat grinder.

The Pines by then managed to shoot some of the invading mechanical hunters but they were harder compared to the blood-red fanged animals especially considering they had rifles and guns. Sadly for them, some of the red predators moved away from the coming for the others.

"Ford!"

"What's-"

The sound turned out to come from one of the ugly dogs who pinpoints him to the ground, as he was struggling to not get bitten by the ravenous teeth, Stanley upon seeing the predicament of his twin brother shot his revolver at the beast's head which killed it, after being dead Ford tried to move the thing away from him.

"Thanks Stanley- DUCK AWAY!"

Reacting in time, Ley turned back and darted away from a falling sharp dagger, one of the hunter bots got close and was trying to gut him with melee, Stanford jumped from the ground while activating the shockers of the gloves of his hand causing them to illuminate with blue with the hiss of electricity and so he by grabbing the enemy robot from the head fried its processor.

"KKkk-ERROR-KKKK-"

With a small bang from the SCP-1360's instance, it dropped from the back. In due course, both Pines grabbed each of their pistols and shot two attackers one a raging SCP-939 instance from the back of Stanley and the other being a hunter bot behind Stanford which was pointing its caliber in a swift motion.

"HA! Twin power! Told you nothing will stop us Pines when we are together!" The con-artist grinned while his sibling simply nodded and they continued shooting and with SCP-163 were protecting the Mguckets.

SCP-2785 finally reached the terminal after disembodying enemies on his way and turning it on, after clicking a few keyboards he saw what the problem was.

"A virus! No wonder why the emergency power wasn't powering things up! What's the password?"

"It's-" Old Mcgucket cut off short when one of the red-eyeless dogs nearly got on him before 163 with an alien roar punching it with a wrench.

"It's Mywifeisaracoon with no space."

"Seriously?" Tate gave an eyebrow to his father.

"I washn't right on mind back then, okay!?" Tate's father told his son and was embarrassed like any father telling his kid about the embarrassing stuff he did in the past.

The friendly robot entered the code and with speed worked on the keyboard so fast that it was almost blurry until he managed to delete the virus.

With the virus gone, everything lit up so the SCP activated the defenses, after this turrets came to be from hiding places from columns to walls and shot the invaders down in a rain of bullets.

When it was done and no more attackers came, the group found relief.

"Phew! That was a close one." The criminal Pines said in reply.

"Too close for comfort." The scientist Pines announced he looked over the dead bodies of the enemies while 163 and Old Man Mgucket helped Tate up who gestured to them not to as he walked by himself and the anomalous robot turned off the turrets.

"What do you think of Poindexter? Know what these things are?" Stanley looked at the dead instances of SCP-939.

"Don't know until I dissect them, though at least we can gain more information to extract from." he gestured to the offline SCP-1360 instances.

"Sorry fellas, it seems they activated their self-destruct mechanism."

Fiddleford informed them as he pointed at the smoke coming from the head of the bots -" which means that they self-destructed their circuitry so that the information they contained didn't get into the hands of anyone they didn't want."

"At least we now know some things to uncover." Stanford took the USB which was given to him and looked.

As Tate was being bandaged by 163 who gave the extraterrestrial a grateful nod and the designated SCP robot was looking around the wreckage of dead hunters to get parts he needed for repair and his obsession with self-improvement.

The three old men gathered around a laptop where Ford put the USB on, on it they saw files of SCPs each unique and different from a teenage-looking girl with antlers, to a corpse-looking Old Man with a disturbing sadistic smile, the yellow bird Dipper found, some sort of giant crocodile with lion manes and more.

"These are the targets, at least we now know who these robots are targeting." the Pines with PHD looked.

Oddly enough as they slide they realize the top priority SCP seems to be some sort of gelation orange goo named SCP-999 which from the reading has therapeutic abilities, being able to cure depression and mental disorders.

"Why the hell would they want some…orange blob as their top when there are more dangerous things than that?" The conman was baffled, this 999 didn't seem exactly as dangerous as any of the anomalies listed here.

"Medicine? A form of emotional manipulation perhaps? Governments would pay billions if they get their hands on a miracle cure that can just cure PTSDs from soldiers if they manage to catch and synthesize the effects this SCP has." Sixer hypothesized that, his sibling simply shrugged.

As he slid down he saw their acquainted anomalies and the most alarming of all they saw targets who not only looked human but also weren't SCPs including themselves and the town psychiatrist.

"Doctor Simon Glass? What da they wancha from the town's psychiatrist?" Fiddleford scratched the back of his head.

"The file didn't say, it only seems to detail the SCPs' anomalous abilities as to assert threat levels for capture, I'm pretty sure there were more pieces of information before the self-destruction protocol kicked in." the Pines who traveled the multiverse pondered.

"But why did it only get active when we tried to access it while others fried by themselves- YAO!" Fiddleford's son asked as 163 took out the bullet on his shoulder with a pence.

"Probably when my fellow Pines crashed into it, they probably damaged its self-destruct protocol because as an error in their programming, they didn't anticipate accidental destructions." The SCP-2785 theorized as he looked at the head of one of the hunters in its grasp and looked at it from different angles.

"I don't know whether I should be glad or offended that some therapeutic jelly is their main concern over us." typical of Ley, he felt offended about that.

The Author of the Journals noticed a red dart reflected on the screen which in turn was near his neck, his twin spot it act fast and moved away Ford away as a bullet with a bang passed by and hit the screen of the computer instead of its intended target, that was signal for everyone to hide as everyone ran away.

"Crap! Sniper!" the previous owner of the Mystery Shack called out.

"The unfriendly guy is up in the ceiling, which button should I push?"

SCP-2785 quizzes as it sprinted back to the terminal to activate the turret.

"All of them!" An unknown high-pitch voice was heard who laughed cartoonishly evil.

Everyone got their attention back on who said it, it was some small robot made of electrical devices and tools which was caressing its hands in an evil gesture and unknown to the rest is an SCP designated as SCP-1370 or code name "Pesterbot" for being a pest.

"Okay, who left the door open?" Tate piqued in.

Bang!

A shot narrowly passed Ley's head as it passed from the table which he used for hiding.

"JUST SHOT HIM!"

The SCP on the terminal agreed and manually controlled one of the activated turrets and shot at the sniper who turned out to be up near the ceiling, with one shot the sniper yelped in pain and smacked on the floor as he fell.

Stanford was the first to dash at the attacker who from what he perceived was some armed veteran in a militia suit with a gas mask with red lenses, the right one was broken during the fall which revealed his eye and from the looks of it the self-improving automaton shot him from the chest just not one of his vital organs. When the six-fingered Pines reached him he cast the sniper rifle away with a kick from his foot and grabbed the trooper from his collar.

"Who are you? Are you with the Foundation!? Where are they!?" Stanford demanded.

"We are the Insurgence against Chaos, you don't find the Foundation, The Foundation finds you." Then he made a gurgling sound as her mouth foamed and died with life going away from his still open eyes as Ford still held him to his shock.

"Cyanide," Fiddleford noted grimly.

"Oh, I hate secret societies!" Stanley shakes his arms in the air and bellows in frustration while his twin brother slowly puts the dead on the ground.

"Tsk, I was hoping we get to torture him." the Pesterbot grumbled.

"AGAIN, WHO INVITED YOU!?" The conman blew up at SCP-1370.


Slam

The robots came inside Doctor Glass's office by forcing the door to open, only to see their target wasn't there.

"Target not found, Initialize a swoop-"

Bang

The nearest mechanical hunter to the door couldn't finish since his head exploded to scraps and circuitry from the barrel of the shotgun of a man with mismatched eye colors.

"It's just you and me robots!" Clef announced as he grinned.

"Unknown assailant dete-"

Bang

A black handgun from Alto's other hand shot the other.

"I'm the devil! HAHAHAHA!"

Clef laughed maniacally as he in a frenzy shot down every bot he saw shooting projectiles as he was dodging the fired rounds from the 1360 instances from killing one from close range under its head to even shooting one from his right with his shotgun without even looking with body parts, wires and metals flying over by his rampage.

"Hehe, too easy." amused and disappointed the blonde man stated, consequently he walked away from the office. "Wrong signal guys, seem like they didn't think that it would be a hard job snuffing Glassy out." Called out.

There the rest of MTF-Alpha 9 armed showed up with Dr. Glass, Bright and Iceberg who was drinking a slushy from a straw.

"Where did you get a slushy?" Jack questioned.

"Found it." The doctor with a low temperature said as if it was enough to answer enough.

"I thought your intel said this would be the most concentrated attack?" Thompson inquired.

"Apparently, my intel was wrong, you own me now Simon."

"Oh please, the universe would go dark before I ever owe you anything Clef." Glass plainly told him.

"This place is no longer safe, you better come with us to get you back to the Foundation." SCP-73 declared.

"Thanks, but I'm not going to."

"But, now that the Insurgency is on your way…" Rainer uttered.

"I appreciate your worries Rainer I really do, but this isn't the first time I was threatened, I came here in this town to help these people, I can say I was sick or something and stay with you until things cool down but I'm not leaving especially with the Insurgency and Children of the Scarlet King being here."

"More the merrier, welcome to the team Glassy." Alto didn't object.

"Keep calling me that and I will fill a psychological report on you Clef." the psychiatrist warned him.

"Oooh, so do have a crush on me, you stalker!" Agent Ukulele joked with Simon simply sighted.

"If only the Foundation cared as much for normies as us freaks." SCP-105 snorted.

Bright looked at the incoming storm with expectancy.

"Oh sorry, sorry for the Foundation trying to treat sentient anomalies as people instead of putting them in a box like some Victorian-era zoo." SCP-1465 mocked.

"Here we go.." the blue-haired doctor started drinking from his also blue slushy with a straw which had an audible sound, expecting this to end ugly with others seeing what was happening.

"Guys…" Leora tried to defuse the situation to no avail.

"Only because it was pragmatic, because hey a puppy only grows to be a royal dog when it's fed well." the blonde humanoid SCP scoffed.

"Oh I'm sorry, was the Foundation the one who massacred your previous teammates or the raging psychopathic sword-carrying who got bored and decided to paint the walls red?" 1465 spatted venom.

Everyone flinched at the SCP with black glasses with a peach-colored shirt bringing the MTF-Omega 7 mess, a predecessor to MTF-Alpha 9 in which one of its members Able known as SCP-76-2, a bloodthirsty anomalous humanoid with ties to SCP-73 killed all the members with only him and Iris as the survivors.

"Bozhe Moy…" SCP-2273 muttered in Russian.

"Laskaris! That's uncalled for!" Cain cried out in outrage which fell on deaf ears.

"And whose bright idea was to ever think of hiring a guy who gets his kicks in spilling blood!" the blonde sputtered in half anger.

"In case you forgot blonde bimbo there is literally a medieval knight, the very guy who invented murder, a supersoldier from a nuclear war who used to work for the Soviets as your teammate, so as two kids and Clef over here who has a rather impressive and brutal kill count"-

"And I'm proud of it!" Alto added proudly while Simon told him silently to shut up with a glare.

-"So you have a strange view on morality Thompson with the company you have." now the gaze at each other becomes hardened.

"Now ladies, this is unbecoming of you both." SCP-5151 tried to put a stop to this which failed.

"Face it, you are just a paranoid-salty-edgy old woman from a bygone age with a persecution complex!" 1465 jeered.

"And you are an arrogant unoriginal tramp who thinks she is hot stuff since SCP-420-J because the Foundation treated you like a puppy instead of another freak to lock in!" 105 sneered.

Both Irises now gritted their teeths, looking like two hostile wild cats that were going to rip each other apart any moment with the air around tense with no one knowing what to do to stop them from starting to fight.

"Just freaking kiss already!" Bright shouted out in frustration with his hands up.

That got both their attention not before both going red with eyes wide, the two women now flustered looked at Jack with murderous looks toward him with others' reactions ranging from Iceberg who was drinking from a straw snorted his drink from his nose and then coughing, Clef exploded in laughter, Cain facepalmed, Leora agaped, SCP-4051 was confused and Simon cringed. Before the two photograph anomalies could get their hands on the inventor of the chainsaw cannon Alexie seized the redhead doctor and darted away.

"Laskaris and Thompson sitting on a tree~ K-i-ss-i-n-g~" Doctor Bright sang with both of his hands together up as he was being carried away by the running biomechanical soldier away from two very angry women.

"I'M GONNA FORCE FEED YOU WITH MY LIGHTBALLS!"

"AND I'M GONNA FEED YOU TO 682 IN A BASKET PRESENT!"

Ex-GOC's laughter only grew even louder from what he saw to the point that he was shedding tears and felt his stomach was hurt while Iceberg was still coughing.

"For a second, I thought things were going to escalate," Lightfoot commented with a sigh of relief.

"This company is such a mess…" Dr. Simon pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Aren't we all?" Iceberg noted sarcastically after regaining himself with one final cough and cleaning his mouth with a hand.


Over in the woods somewhere there Tracey and Quattro the last remaining clones of Dipper from an anomalous coping machine made of paper which he used were resting in their tents, the clones since they weren't made of flesh and blood haven't aged a day and had to use protection to not get damaged or die by humid or water. Then they felt a rumbling on the ground.

"Is that an earthquake?" Quattro asked, next they heard the sounds of numerous animals and that was when they found out what it was.

"GET DOWN!" Tracey cried out, just then the tent got overrun by a swarm of animals, Gnomes, Unicorns, Manotaur and every creature that lives in the woods of Gravity Falls running as the clone duo got down to not get crushed while their tent was being destroyed.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" A random Manotaur shrieked in fear with his hands up in the air as he was racing.

At last the herd was no more, the clones got up as they looked around their ruined tent.

"What could scare Manotaurs…" Tracey puzzled with the feeling of an incoming dread.

"I don't know Tracey, but I rather not find out by waiting for it, so let's- "

STUMPED!

Quattro didn't have the time to finish his sentence as a big clawed reptilian foot had stumped him, leaving nothing more than shredded papers and a petrified Tracey in shock and horror looked up gradually and immediately regret it, what he saw a jaw teeths like daggers around it and two yellow piercing eyes with slit pupils glowing from the massive shadow that the monster casted on him from it's sheer size.

"..eeeeh hi?" He gave a weak response with a hand, almost squeaking.

ROAR!

He screamed as the maw of teeths came in to end him.


Notes:I'm facing some editing problems, most of my beta readers had let's just say were busy in life as life happened to them.

So I'm open for someone proof-reading my chapters and in exchange I will proof-read yours(as long as it is not nsfw or some taboo ship).