scp thing

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Inspired by the SCP Foundation and SCP:Containment Breach game.

Submitted: January 21, 2017

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“D-9341, stand up and state your name and crime or be subjugated to corporal punishment.” Marcus stands up, his heart racing as fast as the twitches of the man cuffed next to him. “You have 3 seconds to state your name.” The soldier dressed in mostly blue and black kevlar SWAT armor took out a baton and flipped a switch, the dull stick had now been encompassed in blue light. “You’ll learn soon enough that this is the least fear that you will feel here.” The stunstick was brought to Marcus’ temple, everything then went cold.


Marcus woke up in sweating, this nightmare that actually took place mere weeks before still haunts him.  Knowing that something worse can happen to him baffled him, but was also somewhat intrigued him.  When he completely woke up he was greeted with the frigid feeling of his sweat meeting the cold stone bed he had been sleeping on.  The orange clothed fugitive stands up, seeing a slip of paper on his also stone sink.  The paper had an aura, more fear came from the document than the beating he received during orientation.  “Welcome to the foundation, you’ve committed a crime that has left you on death row.  However, we have so graciously allowed you a 1 month community service “trial” to get through!  Do work as told and follow all orders, then freedom is in your grasp.  Your first duty is cleaning, it really shouldn’t be difficult if you pay attention.” Marcus’ heart sank, “Cleaning? That’s it?” he thought to himself.  As Marcus started walking towards the door he saw some larger text and a symbol at the bottom of the paper. “Secure. Contain. Protect.” Marcus sighed before an alarm went off, making him jump.  “D-9341, we got some work for you.”  The metal door slid up, revealing two guards and a white tiled hallway. Marcus stepped out and followed the guards.  Something confused him, it was their armor. “Why are they so geared up? Were just inmates.” he thought.  The two guards started to talk about lunch, one obviously had a hatred for the other.  The group had stepped into a dark hallway, the atmosphere changed drastically, the tubular structure indicated a scary thought. “I’m underground.” The darker metal coated walls and floor made even footsteps send a jolt through anyone to hear them. The taller of the guards pressed a button, and after a few seconds a hiss of decompressed air had been released as 2 very heavy sliding doors opened, bringing them to another white hallway. After what seemed like miles of walking, which in reality was only 20 feet, a large room with cameras, 1 door, and a sign greeted Marcus.  The guards started walking out of the room as one began speaking.  “Just follow instructions and you should be fine, hopefully.”  The door they walked out of was shut, and Marcus was alone with the sign.  It read “SCP-173. Object Class: Euclid. Sentient and Violent”  The prisoner squinted, looking at a startling picture, it was a fetus like object, but standing tall against a wall.  Marcus had a total personality change, he had to know more, he then rushed to open the door.  When he walked out he saw 2 other men in orange jumpsuits like him, and above more guards, a scientist, a control panel, and a very nervous, yet imposing man in a suit.  A loud metal screech averted Marcus’ eyes towards the large blast door that opened.  As it opened a putrid odor flooded the room, it smelled of feces and copper.  “Ple-static- make constant eye contact with SCP-173.”  The intercom stopped as the trio of orange garbed men entered the cell, with the door shutting behind them.  There were shovels, buckets, and various chemicals given to the men so they could clean.  Marcus lifted his foot and found that he was in a mass of feces and blood.  “Perfect” he murmured.  The door opened again as the inmates grabbed their tools.  “There seems to be a problem with the door control, please wa-static-”  A horrendous shrieking sound and massive blackout was sent through the whole facility.  This startled the group, all of them blinking.  Marcus was greeted with the corpses of the men he saw alive in well just seconds ago, and SCP-173 inches from his face.  His heart stopped as he blinked again and heard bullets hitting concrete.  He looked up and saw the guard that beat him those weeks ago firing at the statue.  He blinked once more, and all he saw was the lifeless body of the armored man.  The sound of stone scraping against metal, along with his heartbeat was all he could hear for a few minutes.  The intercom started again, sirens signifying mass destruction started, then a voice started talking.  “Multiple Euclid and Keter containment breaches have occurred, all personnel evacuate immediately. Full site lockdown initiated.”  Marcus sat down against the wall, shaking.  “I only needed 1 month..”  


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