Dipper sprinted back to the shack after the shocking discovery he just found and while doing so he saw Wendy waiting just outside of the Shack looking a bit wary while SCP-7044 flew to follow him.

"Wendy! You won't believe what I have found!" he exclaimed.

"I'm sure it's interesting and I would like to hear about it later but-"

"This book about the paranormal was made by my father!" He showed her the name of the author of the green book with a golden snake with a tree at its end right on Corduroy's face which was written "Jacob. W. Pines". It was indeed interesting.

"Woah woah! Hold the megaphone dude, you telling me that Mr. Pines, that guy who I once met when you and Mabel invited me for Christmas/ Hanukkah, the same guy who makes a scrapbook of stamps collection wrote this?" The redhead tried to wrap her mind around

"And it's not just some random book about cryptids, it talks about incantations and concepts like 'reality benders' and esoteric things that I never heard of and I'm supposed to be knowledgeable about this sort of things, it's not just a journal it is a grimoire!" As the brunette talked he passed a few pages which from what the Corduroy girl could gather were about things like spells, strange entities and even one talking about gods and demons. Naturally Mason was beyond ecstatic upon such a discovery not to mention finding out that another member of his family beyond just Great Uncle Ford would have such interests as him.

"But..that doesn't make any sense, why would he hide such a thing from you and Mabel? Besides, I once saw him mistakenly write the word 'granted' to 'granded' and he didn't precisely give vibes about being into these things."

"I know! I'm pretty sure he and Mother wouldn't let us return to Gravity Falls if they believed the notes Mabel used to send them about our adventures, something is missing, I even tried to call Dad but I got nothing." The Pines boy was now pacing over.

Chirp

"Gah! How I wished Eir could be the bird with the ability to speak instead of that eccentric blubbering corn-crex!" He started in frustration with his hands up from hearing 7044's reply as the bird sat on a chair.

"AM TAKES OFFENSE TO THAT!" Spanko shouted from somewhere.

"Eir? You named her?" the slightly older teenager yet surprisingly tall amused with a smirk and one eyebrow.

"Well, I-ah.." The Pines teen flushed a bit as he tried to find the right words "I couldn't just keep calling her a 'bird', so I chose the name of a Norse goddess of healing considering her abilities." he reasoned.

"Sure…speaking of things that make no sense, there is something I need to tell you, dude." Her amusement turned a bit serious, giving Dipper the impression that it was important and looking closely, she seemed weathered away a bit by something.

"What's wrong?"


After Pacifica finally got up from being fainted, the girls and the accompanying amphibian anomaly known as SCP-811 were now walking toward Gravity Falls's great Mall 811 wearing clothes given to her to not alarm anyone by her appearance, she looked ridiculous with the red scarf to hide her sharp teeth, a pair of a sunglass to hide her frog-like eyes, a veil to hide her oily hair, a brown coat with buttons and a pair of green rain boots.

"Aé can't see a thing!" she stated as she was being guided by the other girls.

"Sorry, I would rather not attract the men in black so we had to." Mabel apologized.

"Besides, you look great," Candy complimented.

"Great as in no one will get a heart attack from seeing you with all that layer of clothing." Pacifica snorted, which was answered by Grenda with a smack on her shoulder. Pacifica had a look of 'What gives??'.

"He feels suffocated. Must rip my second skin open to breath-" She tried to do so before being stopped.

"No wait! There is a shopping mall with clothes there, we can find something that won't feel strangling but also beautiful." The Pines girl informed her.

"But who pays for it?" The physically strong girl wondered.

"Paz of course."

"Do I look like I'm made of money?" the noble-born questioned sarcastically.

Everyone but the Swamp Woman looked at her, causing the heiress to groan "Fine, but nothing too expensive, my family are no longer billionaires." she relented on that condition.

They finally reached the mall and it was buzzing with activities.

"Pretty…" Aé noted in awe, sightseeing every shop her eyes could see and seeing the place buzzing with activities like a bee hive like a child who just entered such a big mall with numerous stores for the first time even though she was an adult, it was simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking for Mabel as she heard of 811's tragic backstory about her being turned into the being she is by unethical experimentations.

The five strolled around on their way to the clothing store: they passed over a pet shop where they had to stop the swamp entity from eating one of the birds till they finally reached the clothing shop.

"Ae is confused, what is the purpose of having a second skin?" the SCP pondered.

"It's to look good, like having protection against weather, also because it is indecent to be nude in public." the only Pines of the group informed her.

"But, Aé was already naked when we met."

That stopped them momentarily, realizing they indeed saw Aé naked yet somehow never comprehended that.

"That's actually kind of liberating." the Korean noted.

"Anyway"- the privileged girl interrupted to move away from the subject -" Which one do you want to give a go at?" she gestured to the list of shirts, hats, pants and so forth.

"But which?" the amphibian humanoid tilted her head.

"Anything," Grendinator told her.

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything," Chiu added.

"But as long as it isn't overpriced," Northwest added sternly.

"What's an, 'overpriced'?" the anomaly inquired with a weird look.

"Ah Aé, you innocent summer child." Mabel lamented.

After explaining to her the concept of price and money (Which Pacifica took a particularly nerdy explanation that only made Mabel giggle secretly at finding out that one of her brother's potential love interests can be sound intellectual except in economics instead of cryptology); the swamp being chosen random clothing articles which she changed over into the changing room and then show up, though her taste in fashion was questionable.

"Aé feels pretty princess!'' The female SCP started with a stupid grin wearing a fairy costume with even a tiara.

"That's…a Halloween costume," Mabel informed her.

"What is a hallow-in?"

Deciding that instead of letting Ae choose they choose for her.

"Aé feels odd and edgy." Now she was wearing goth clothing.

Next was a winter jacket which was chosen by Grenda "hmmpppfff!" Ae falls from the weight of the clothing.

"Can't- breathe!" The swamp entity was feeling suffocated by the fancy dress she was currently wearing.

"It's a 2000 dollar Italian-made dress, it's hard on the first try but you will get used to it." the noble girl assured her, afterwards the SCP fell to the floor feeling dizzy in the head from the lack of oxygen, which led to the other girls running to free her from getting choked.

"Or not." Pacifica cringed.

"Aé likes this one! There is so much skin to breathe!" The female SCP was now wearing a cheerleader's clothes.

"Nope! you will give the wrong attention, believe me from someone who had a disastrous series of romances." The Pines girl shudders remembering all the pursuit relationships she had or nearly had from a puppet-loving freak to a psychotic but currently reformed Gideon and a pile of gnomes pretending to be teenagers.

And so, 811 wore numerous clothing of all types, and had some laughs and jibs over the hours between the group with the SCP especially enjoying this, back in the Foundation the only people she got to talk to were Foundation employees, even with the reforms she was visible on the radar and besides, no one likes befriending someone who secretes mucus constantly. In the end, they didn't find any dress she liked and it wasn't an eye-opener, yet it wasn't a concern anymore. So the group as they chatted moved to the exit of the shop.

"HEY! WHO SLUDGED THESE CLOTHES!?" The clothes that Aé wore were 'Mucused' due to the mucus that comes from her skin like a frog. Like a deer on a headlight, the girls looked back.

"That's our queue to run," Mabel announced which they followed and while doing so she grabbed SCP-811's hand to come with them so the Northwest girl threw random cash to the dress shop. She didn't even give a glance to look at and count. They ran until they got out of not just the store but the mall as well. When they left and put enough distance from the mall center, all but 811 laughed, the SCP was confused at first before she joined the laughter as well.

"Hahaha! We were so worried about finding clothes for Aé we forgot she would dirty them by just touching them!" Mabel bellowed with her hands on her stomach.

"And I didn't even know how much I just gave away without even counting! Oh, my dad is going to be angry!" Pacifica added as she wheezed.

The laughter was a bit louder.

"Aé mucused the shop!" SCP-811 stated in humor, Now the laughter got even louder over her gross humor to the point that some shed a tear.

Aé when finally contained her giggling, she suddenly freezes at what she saw from the distance, an armored person from the woods behind the bush with a sniper who wore the same attire as the bad men who attacked and forced her to run away as her swamp and the Site was sent on the blaze of fire and red lights as she ran among corpses of dead Foundation personals and fellow SCPs being taken captive led by a man with a milky eye, a hooded man and an armored giant up to the Creepy Man imprisoning her to his profane kingdom.

Not taking any chances, she jumped and tossed Mabel the latter who yelped, the bullet narrowly missed her as it hit on the ground.

There was no word, at first instinct everyone dispersed around to not get shot in a hurry to random directions.

"Idiot! You nearly shot the SCP! You two capture SCP-811 and neutralize anyone on your way, we will get rid of witnesses." A male voice stated.

"Acknowledge." Two robotic voices replied and appeared from the bushes toward SCP-811 who was near Candy and Grenda whereas Mabel and Pacifica were on the other side.

"Who are those posers?" Grenada said as she took a defensive mood.

"Bad Men." 811 simply responded.

The SCP-1360 instances came in with fluid ease and motion that would make their company that created Anderson Robotics an anomalous company dealing with robotics proud, both armed with shock batons coming in. 811 managed to dodge some of the attacks and pushed Candy away from getting her head smacked by one of the batons, one of the opponents managed to take a hit at Ae who fell down with a painful cry as she fell on her knees from the pain on her stomach. Grenada with a cry tried punching one of the SCP-1360, even with her impressive strength for her age, the punch didn't do any dent beyond feeling her knuckles hurt and a superficial look for the punched part. The hunter which Grendinator punched looked back and backhanded the girl from its left hand, resulting in her flying away to the ground with her teeth falling. Candy tried to scream but the other robot with its left hand grabbed her by the neck trying to choke the life out of her while SCP-811 looked helplessly as she was being forced to the ground with the enemy incapacitating her.

Seeing Grenda still not active with her body on the ground and Candy struggling as the soulless being was choking her to death caused something inside the Swamp Woman to snap, her eyes shrank, her claws grown a bit tall, her body rigid and then with her teeth she snarled like a wild predator with her keen teeth she with a shriek pushed the robot that was trying to contain her away. Afterwards, she with a savage snarl attacked the robot which held her with her mouth wide open and bit off a part of one of the robot's head with circuitry and wires she spat.

"ERROR– 010101111- " After it babbled in binary it fell as 811 had damaged its processor with her mucus overloading the electricity by direct contact.

The other bot came to incapacitate her as well after dropping the Korean girl who breathed shakily; however, she dodged the attack with a growl and with both of her flapped hands grabbing the hunter from the head and pushed both of her thumbs inside the head and screeched her mucus directly at the central electronic mind of the enemy, thus it dropped non-active.

Candy came to her friend to wake her up.

"Grenda? GRENDA!" She kept prodding her.

"Ughhhh"- the bigger girl woke up and checked her missing teeth -"That tin can sucker punched me! Where is that son of a toaster so I can scrap it!?" The taller girl got up.

"They are scrapped, you should see Aé, she went anime mode on them!" She gestured to the dead hunting robots with Aé herself there breathing hard constantly, her clothes were torn when she went berserk.

"Damn, I wish I could've seen it."

The duo strolled to their cryptid friend, Grenda was the first to speak. "Nice going, if I knew you could fight- "

Snarl

The Swamp was snarled with an animalistic expression with her teeth to intimidate, hence the duo backed away a bit.

Seeing the fear from Grenda and Candy as they backed away made 811 snap back while her eyes were normal; her body at ease and the claws shrunk back.

"Aé sorry, Aé sorry…" she kept babbling as she fell into a fetal position and hiccuped, the girls upon seeing this came near her after their initial shock was gone, trying to comfort the shaken humanoid.

"Where is Mabel?" Grenda recalled, so as Candy, both looked around.


As Dipper listened closely while Eir was sitting in her place, Wendy told him about Tony, the visions and particularly the part about her mother somehow tieing with all this.

"That's- that's…"

"Yup."

"This is like the whole Bill thing all over again! First new cryptids flood the whole place, then I learn about this secretive Blind Eye wannabe Foundation and that my father wrote a grimoire about the paranormal and now we are dealing with another extra-dimensional horror threatening to breach our reality." Dipper exasperated.

"That guy Tony mentioned he worked for the Foundation, do you know about them or what this…threat is?" Her emphasis on mentioning the Scarlet figure she saw in her vision, just mentioning it, gave her shivers.

"Don't know, Great Uncle Ford probably knows, I'll ask him when he comes back. The Grunkles told me and Mabel today, that they said the Foundation is some secret organization which contains 'anomalies' and keep the masses ignorant of the supernaturals, think of the Society of the Blind Eyes but on a global scale and replace their nutty cultist moto with Men in Black level of shadiness." Mason explained to her.

"You think my mother could have dealt with them?" She pondered.

"I honestly don't know, all I know is speculation-" he hummed thinking until he snapped his fingers -"I think I know a way…" An idea lit up in his head, he gestured for the Corduroy to follow him inside the shack, SCP-7044 flowed and followed them, passing Melody who was clearing dust they ventured to Ford's laboratory under the shack where there used to be the portal which he and Fiddleford made before Stanford destroy it and turn the base into his room and laboratory.

"That machine Stan 2 used to do the Bill-proofing?" Wen recalled she and Soos and the other Pines were scanned by it before she went with Mabel to get Unicorn hair, leaving Dipper the last one.

"Yeah, it was destroyed…accidentally."- remembering his part in breaking it when he thought Ford was possessed by Bill -"But Great Uncle Ford has repaired it, we can use it to regain your memories." Gesturing to sit, she did so, next Dipper put a helmet device on her head and started the machine leading to words appearing on the monitor with 7044 sitting on one of the devices.

Who does Tony think he is!?

I know badgers that are more timid than my brothers, why do they always have to make a warzone in the room!?

Just WHY does dad have to sing Sev'ral Timez every time he is reminded of it?

I think I nearly messed myself up when Creepy Man showed up…

Man, Dipper's noodle arms have grown a bit of muscle.

I can't shake the taste of Suzan's cat's pet, I still can see those eyes I've found during Weirdmageddon when I was starving, And the worst part, it tasted like sausage!

Dipper is sooo cute in the lamby costume!

"Cough Let's ignore all those…" Corduroy told the Pines trying to look impassive, yet with a bit of embarrassment.

"Friendly advice, don't think very loud." The almost 15 years old Pines advised slyly and started calibrating the machine, it seems that her confession during Blind Eye about her being stressed 24/7 under a facade of coolness was true after all.


Pacifica and Mabel were sprinting away from the chasing Chaos Insurgents in the woods, after this they heard something.

"Mabel? Mabel?" They heard the sound of Mabel's Great Uncle Ford calling his Great Niece's name.

"Grunkle Ford! We are here!" She called his name and came toward the source of the name.

"Mabel?"

But instead of Stanford, they find some sort of red creature with spikes which looked like the lovechild of a dog and something reptilian constantly mimicking the sound. They stood there from the unexpected revelation upon seeing it.

"GOCHA!"

One of the insurgents jumps behind them from the bush grabbing Mabel from the back who yelped and struggled. Fortunately, Stanley gave her and her brother knuckles just in case being an unconventional great uncle, so she wore one of her knuckles on her right hand and smacked her armed hand with a fist at the masked trooper.

"AGH! YOU LITTLE- " she cried out in pain with one of the red glasses of her mask was broken, using the distraction Mabel undressed the sweater she had, the red creature seeing its owner tried to jump at Mabel; however, Pacifica was quick and pushed herself and her friend away from the attacking which results in the SCP-939 instance to unintentionally collide with the rising soldier with a groan coming from her, and after that Mabes and Paz ran away

"How do you take the heat wearing a sweater and a shirt under it in summer!?" The blonde asked the brunette incredulously as the duo fled, Mabel indeed wore a pink shirt under her sweater.

"I have a high tolerance for warmth and Oregon is not that hot!"

They raced until they reached a section of the woods open and they meet a ghastly sight that stops them from walking, there they saw trees being broken as if something big just rushed over them except that wasn't the truly disturbing part, no the most disturbing part was seeing dead animals and creatures torn apart, part of them there and a part of their way over there from squirrels to deers, a bear and even a couple of Manotaurs with one of the heads stuck on a tree's branch and Unicorns the latter which had their rainbow-looking blood coloring the scene. Pacifica nearly gasped big if it weren't for Mabel shut her with one hand on her mouth from producing any sound, the Northwest protested up till the Pines with an alarmed look and shaking her head right and left pointed her toward something in the distance, there was something big a bit further sleeping with loud snorts.

Chirp-Chirp

The pet that Pacifica bought which was inside of her purse chirped but this time sounded fearful and deepened itself inside of the purse as if to hide itself.

Snorts

The large being gave animalistic snorts and crawled on the ground while it slept from the chirping sound causing the duo to hurriedly hide behind a fallen tree with the Heiress trying to calm her unusual pet from making sounds.

That was then armed soldiers came in with the one that the girls confronted just moments ago coming first with the sweater in her hand and one of the red glasses of her mask broken commanding the rest and the two sound-mimicking freaks of nature.

"Find the brats! They can't be very far!" The leader, who from the sound turns out to be female, barked as she joined the search and with force cast the sweater in her hand away, after this she brought her pistol in her hand.

Growl

A big growl came in, freezing everyone including the hidden runaway kids, they looked at the source and saw the thing opening its yellow eyes glowing in the shadow and then began to rise up.

There it was the architect of the carnage; a giant green lizard with black lion manes on its neck, its crocodile or alligator-like head with some sharp teeth coming up and its head was white and looked boney like a skull, on 4 legs each with slashy claws, boney plates around the back of its body and the scariest part was the traces of blood still dripping from its mouth and it's hateful reptilian yellow eyes giving an aura of spite and hate as it growled just enough for everyone to hear it.

"IT'S 682!" The nearest soldier to the beast who happened to be the leader shouted and shot her rifle.

Roar!

SCP-682 after roaring, the reptile with its jaw held the screaming trooper that was near him as all the Insurgency soldiers kept shooting at it, despite taking damage SCP-682 didn't seem to mind it. Next, as it still hold the prey in its mouth with a powerful swing from its tail throw one of the Insurgences away who with a sickening crack had his spin broken from hitting a rock and it crush two of the SCP-939 instances as it ran on them like cockroaches, then it moved it's up in a tree with branches, the details weren't clear with all the leaves but from the screams, the munching sounds and the shower of blood it was safe to say she suffered a rather graphic demise.

The last remaining active fighter bravely kept shooting with his Kalashnikov with a cry at the coming monster only to then get devoured whole with crunching chews.

The bullets that were inflicted on the hateful reptile slowly got out of its body as its body rejected foreign objects and then began to regenerate, his anomalous ability to regenerate from any damage and adapt to the point that he was given the monicore of 'The Hard to Destroy Reptile'. The Foundation tried very hard to terminate the homicidal creature but no matter what they threw at it, it was too stubborn and hateful to die.

Sniffing

The reptilian sniffed something, it gradually moved as it used its nostril leading him to where Pacifica and Mabel were hidden, they frantically stayed behind the back of the wood after seeing the graphic fight, Mabel uncharacteristically was sweating nervously like how her brother used to have before and Pacifica was currently having a panic attack feeling her breath becoming uncontrollable, both of who didn't know whether they should stay where they are or dash with whatever speed they could muster.

"Gregg…gruh…" the Soldier who got launched to the rock like a ragdoll made gurgling sounds, unable to move due to the damage his spin took with internal bleeding as his every first vocalist sounds splattered blood.

That got 682's attention who returned to the paralyzed helpless guard, his eyes were looking in fear, yet he couldn't scream or run away or do anything as the beast cast its shadow on him. While that happened Mabel who saw a pat of mud then took some and used it to hide her and Pacifica's smell to the latter's complaint. The reptilian anomaly opened its jaw gently on the trooper's head and took it without its teeth making a hole in his skull.

Snap

With a nauseating snap, it snapped the neck of the vulnerable soldier by spinning his head 180 degrees, thus the trooper lay there dead, making Pacifica and Mabel flinch.

Subsequently, The regenerative SCP went back to see what it was sniffing, thanks to the mud. Instead of heading in the duo's direction, it moved near the sweater that the leading Insurgent let go of and was on the ground with the sign of a frog's feet on it.

Sniffing

"Disgusting…" the hateful reptile stated with every amount of spite, shooked both Pacifica and Mabel to the core from hearing Tarrasque speaking with a low pitch sound filled with hate. Consequently, with its left leg in front it crushed the sweater which it sniffed on the ground with such force that the earth under its attacking leg cracked and the sweater got flatted like paper. After the deed was done it walked away deep in the woods with heavy steps after a furious cry.

When the giant reptile could no longer be seen, the Pines and the Northwest came in, staring at the way the creature walked away.

Pacifica with shaken legs with Mabel still gazing at the carnage and the way the monstrosity came.

"Heh…" Pacifica chuckled only to faint for the second time backwards as she felt her legs no longer being able to pull her own weight, leaving Mabel alone as she looked harrowingly.


"Right…there!" Dipper pushed the button and the machine did its intended goal. Wendy sat back steady as she felt a rush of memories coming in with them appearing in the monitor; flashes from a snowy forest at night, to hooded men, her mother smiling, the sigil that Wendy saw in Old Man's Pocket Dimension and then, it played out.

In one scene it was an adult redhead who Dipper presumed to be Wendy's mother with her young daughter in her room with Wendy probably 12 years old.

"You are stronger than you think firecracker."

The scene change to the young Wendy with her father and brothers dressed in black mourning at a burial site with a coffin which gave Mason a sicking deduction on who was being buried, by then he wanted to stop watching feeling this was an invasion of her privacy and something too personal but then, another flash came in that made her keep watching.

"Tell me where the child of A'habbat is!"

A hooded man with a dagger in his right hand threaten with his left hand holding the struggling mother in the snowy woods, next came scenes of a group of cultists attacking the Corduroy cabin, one of them breaking the window, a slightly younger Dan with a roar smacking one of the invaders on the face with a sledgehammer with the sound of the hammer's collision reverberates loudly, the young Wendy with a cry jumping at the man who threatens her mother latching on him like a feral animal continuously hitting the sparing cultist who by a push from his lower arm tossed the child away who impacted from the back to a tree not before the said kid with her nails scratched the man's face who yelped in pain. Afterwards, there were two people with faces too dark to recognize talking near with sounds and flashing blue and red colors assumed to come from an ambulance and police cars.

"-what about the mother, did you find her?" The man with a lab coat asked.

"Not us, the girl over there found her mother and saw her death." The woman wearing bulletproof armor and military attire responded.

In a brief flash, the monitor showed Wendy's mother' lifeless body on the snow as blood coloured the snow red.

"Poor kid, continue your search, until then amnesticize her and the rest of her family." The guard woman nodded, by this point the real Wendy who sat on the chair was holding the chair's arms and Dipper held his breath.

Subsequently, flashes of random events coming so fast that Dipper would missed some of them if he blinked, memories of childhood, happiness and grief, a laughing mother who was playing with her kids, Dan teaching Wendy how to cut a tree, When Wendy gave Dipper the zipping gesture for the first time, Daniel lecturing his daughter who was furrowing, Stan hiring Wendy as the cashier, the Shapshifter attacking, the Corduroy brothers and their only sister conversing, Wendy with Dipper, Mabel and her friends having fun at night, she with Mabel, Dipper and Soos ropped under the museum during their face off against the Society of the Blind Eye, a 12 years old Wendy crying as she held her dead mother on the red snow, a floating and maniacally laughing Bill Cipher inside his floating pyramid castle, Daniel swinging his sledge hammer at the pack of attacking cultists with his sons behind him, Wendy and Dipper laughing inside the Shack in the cashier place, the 12 years old Wendy biting with her orthodontic teeths at the hooded man's arm who threaten her mother who shouted in pain, Wendy advicing Mabel on her romance troubles, Wendy shouting angrily at a boy with the same age as her who Dipper supposed to be one of her exes after which she walked away furiously, the recent fight with the Creepy Man inside his dimension and more and more images on an unsystematic trend with sounds came so fast that Dipper couldn't register all of them.

"Mom, Where are you?"

"Testosterone."

"-GAGH! YOU BLASPHEMOUS BRAT!"

"WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!?"

"No Wendy, wait!"

"You are the coolest person I have ever known."

"I HATE YOU!"

The coming images went and went even more violently on the monitor till the process halted with big words on the white-colored screens that sent a chill on Dipper's spine.

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"AAAAAAAAAAGH-!" Wendy let out a blood-curdling scream as baleful glowing eyes and eldritch words unpronounceable to humans' vocal cords showed up on the screens, feeling every nerve of hers on fire as if she was stuck in an electric chair.

"WENDY!" Dipper cried out and tried to race toward her to put the device out of her head and just then, every monitor broke with the computer exploded as shards of glass spilt and an invisible shockwave threw both of them to darkness with the last thing they heard was the ringing of their ears.

Moments passed, yet gradually with a groan Mason got up, seeing Wendy on the ground with her face he scurry came to her, got the headset from her head and shook her with his avian friend seeing this coming in sitting near them.

"WENDY! WENDY! WENDY!!" he slaps her on her face, causing her to wake up.

"Ughh…" the redhead groaned while she got up and sat near the nearest chair.

"You're alright?"

"You slapped me, dude…" even in her state, she joked; a contrast to the state the Corduroy girl was in as she just stayed there panting hard, trying to hide how shaken she was by a facade which had cracks that made it not successful to hide the turmoil of emotions she had.

Dipper never saw Wendy vulnerable or at least on this level; he wasn't sure what to say or do because usually, it was he who fell and her uplifting him up, she was the cool one and he was the nervous wreck, she was the lively girl who thrived in danger while he was the paranoid mess even during peace times. Now their dynamic has been reversed.

Seeing the distress the therapy bird moved and sat near her emanating its emphatic wave to calm her nerves, the Pines boy thought his action was too bold but he knew he had to do or say something to comfort the distressed Corduroy so he palacantly hold Wendy's left hand with his right hand as a way of assurance, to his surprise Wendy accepted the gesture and fisted the holden hand tightly with Dipper trying hard to not show any sign of pain considering how much of a strong grip she had. Eventually her panting gradually slowed, until her breath became normal with a final deep breath.

"You good?" Mason asked in worry.

"Yeah…I'm good." She left his hand, now feeling more relaxed as melancholy took over, her right hand instinctively caressing the yellow bird's head with one of her fingers.

Moments passed, and no one said anything, not even the empathic bird dared to chirp up until the Pines decided to break the silence.

"Do you…want to talk about this?"

"I'm- I'm alright, I'm alright." She remarked repeatedly as she stood up with both of her hands on her knees, the brunette wasn't convinced giving a worried look.

"It's just…I- I need to process all of this." she with her right hand gestured to him and then put on her head from the migrain, after which she stood up completely.

"It's okay if you feel unsettled, I know." The anomalous bird flew near the broken machine and landed near one of its buttons. After that, it chirped.

Chirp

"Can I trust you not to tell anyone about this?" the auburn-haired ignored and questioned this.

"But… if the Foundation is involved and there is an extra-dimensional threat Great Uncle Ford should- "

The Corduroy girl gave a zipping gesture around her lip, the same gesture that became their code for confidentiality and a symbol of their trust. Seeing this the Pines boy sighted and gave the same gesture as well.

"Just don't tell others about my mother's involvement."

"I will," he stated.

The lumberjane in response hugged him, the city boy was startled a bit by this before he reciprocated the act gently.

"Thanks dude." She said gratefully.

Chirp

"Oh shut up." Dipper told the SCP-7044 as if he could understand it and its undertone teasing.


Bang!

Manly Dan with his sons were in the woods with hunting rifles as the patriarch brought them here in the middle of nowhere to practice shooting with the unfortunately used cans as targets. That sound of banging came from Kevin who shot one of them with the father nodded approvingly which made him feel proud.

BOOM!

"What's that??" Marcus asked upon hearing the sound of something exploding.

"Boys! Be ready!" The father commanded his sons and they followed suit, they saw what caused the explosion as they sprinted.

What they saw was like the field of a battle: scraps of metal, circuitry and robot parts were spread all over, signs of an explosion and shooting with corpses of strange red creatures with no eyes with some impaled by grown wooden thorns, there were an odd damaged machine with a capsule looking part that kept buzzing with electricity and glowing faintly with three bases to hold which didn't as evidently one of the bases was cut off and the machine was on the earth. the Corduroys know well that no normal plant can grow up instantly, deducted that the strange and damaged machine was the cause of the explosion and at the center on the ground was an injured humanoid being with antlers who wore naturally-fibered clothing crawling from the front with a red wound near her left eyebrow, bruises and scratch marks around her body with a drop of blood coming from her mouth and then she spoke in a European accent.

"Help…" SCP-166 said as she got her right hand up toward the group until she fell unconscious.

—--END—--


Notes:In the next chapter I am going to include a lot of SCPs and I would like to see everyone's suggestions, the conditions are:

-only safe or at least amicable anomalies

-most will be there as references so don't expect any big involvement

-they can't be OP or Godlike

-there is no guarantee that I would include your suggestions for certainly but that doesn't mean I would be against hearing you out

Dehak's name I got the inspiration from Azhi Dahāka from persian mythology who said to be so evil that the devil kissed his shoulders which then snakes grown out of them, which is fitting considering Dehak wants to ascend as one of Scarlet King's empowered generals and does have a beard.