The Monster of SCP

SCP’s Monster

The SCP organisation was a secret military advancing unit which was operating undercover without the knowledge of any other governmental party.

SCP stood for Secure.Calm.Patient and was created due to the experiments of a special kind of being.

The only one who knew we existed was the president of the US. No one ever allowed to leave the station because we had a project which went wrong for all of SCP.

Our team of scientists were the best of the world and their knowledge was needed to contain the failure of the experimental project.

We had caused a dimensional rift between our world and another. The problem was that whatever we did, it wasnt closing and after a short time, a being came to our world which closed the rift.

But our problems were just beginning…

The being which had entered was constantly screaming. First we shot it but our bullets had no effect and it killed ten of our people until we managed to capture it with our high dense quantum cube (HDQC). The cube was built for such cases but for whatever reason which we didnt knew in the first place, the being showed radiating activity inside the cube. It seemed like it was mad whenever we saw its face.. It was a long and boney, gray colored being with an ugly face you couldnt dream of.

Even with the quantum cube, it was nearly uncontrollable so we shot down our inside cameras and for our surprise, the screaming and destruction of the cube had stopped. We had found out that this thing was killing everything which had seen its face. It didnt mattered if you saw it on a foto or on a screen, it always knew and the person or animal had to die.

Short after it stopped the rampage, another signal appeared from inside the cube and it kicked one wall open and ran to the secure room of our scientists which were killed immediatly. It picked them up one by one and ate their heads. We only could see the dead bodys without looking at that thing, otherwise we would be dead too. So we closed our eyes and looked down while slowly moving through the halls to recapture it inside another cube.

Strangely the being didnt attacked us at all. It just stood there…. No movement or voice, not even when we came close to it. Seing its body was okay it seemed so we opened our door to the next chamber and made further tests to lure it inside the second cube.

To lure it, we needed it to chase and go inside the cube but the problem was rather how. The first time we had captured it was because we used a soldier as bait and he had nowhere to run except to the cube which led to his death.

We needed another bait but this time we used an animal, a rat. We made a photo with extreme caution and held the rat on it and in this very moment we threw it inside the cube and closed our eyes while burning the foto. The thing went inside the cube and we closed it. It worked and we all were very relieved about the situation. Inside this cube, no one could ever see it because there was no camera and we could do our tests.

The testing stage had begun.

The creature was unimaginable resistent against any kind of damage. We first tried to burn it, than freeze it to death but all was useless. Gas and acid wouldnt work either and so we used gamma rays. Gamma rays itself would kill everything in an instant but it didnt worked either, atleast we thought so.

After a while of testing, the radiation inside the chamber began to skyrocket and it broke out again, crushing through the entire building and running straight to an unknown area. Our units took off with the attack helicopters and traced it with a live camera to the base. Fortunatly we were in the desert but it was fast and reached an outpost station were people lived.

We had no idea why it broke out and started running but after it has killed the village, we had found a foto of its face and now, it was hunting us.

We never imagined that anybody had taken a foto of him ever before and if, how was he not running after it sooner?

Not knowing the answers it attacked us on the spot and the foto was destroyed.

After it had killed me, atleast we all thought that i was dead, the creature fell on the ground and blood dripped out of its body and bruises built along side it. Had our gamma ray beam taken effect on the creature or what did happen?

A short while after, the doctors managed to rebuilt half of my head which was crushed by the creature. But why would they go this far for me ? They did not rebuilt anybody back except me and enough that i could speak as well.

After the rebuilt, doctors and high rank military officers came into the room together with all the members of the SCP and told me:

„I hope you feel well, thanks to you the creature was successfully killed“

I asked slowly „H- How?“

„After the creature died next to you, our scientists had discovered that your blood was highly containing sugar. For whatever reason, the creature passed something into your blood stream while it was crushing your head and we found that the body structure of the being was allergic to sugar. This means it died because of your blood“

I was speechless because i couldnt believe that sugar was the solution and asked „So you rebuilt my head to say thank you?“

„No .. dont you wonder how you can speak already and move your head? It is because of the thing which the creature passed onto you“

As they said it, i became afraid and knew what they meant with this.. I was about to become the next test subject of the SCP. But before anything else, they passed me a mirror and as i saw my face, i began to scream …

Just like that thing…

Die Frage der eigenen Fehler?

Hallo, heute soll es um die spirituelle Sicht der Frage gehen, welche sich viele in ihren Leben stellen. Unzwar lautet die Frage: „Was wäre, wenn ich damals einen anderen Weg gegangen wäre? Wäre ich jetzt reich oder dort wo ich sein wollte?“ und mit dieser Frage kommen meist Vorstellungen und Träume, wie etwas wohl gewesen…

Criminal Sections..

The place were i was living was a hell, even though i had no real idea how the other world looked like.. Being rich and living in a clean enviroment was just a dream of mine and from everyone else here as well.

The place was a long tunnel corridor in the underground which was built a while ago and left for the weak and poor people. A lot of people lived and organised their life here, trying to survive and see the surface atleast once.

The place was led by a group of heavy armed thugs and thiefs called „The Crooklers“. They had taken the place for themselves and demanded tribute in order to live there. Many attacked them because it wasnt fair for anybody. Many died and many suffered and many of the gang died too. A few months later it was the same but with lesser gang members. It was all chaotic, no law whatsoever. We were the lowest people of all because we had no money and were not allowed to see the surface.

The exit was always heavily guarded and secured by soldiers from the outside, so no one was trying to escape. But theres always someone who tried their luck.. Getting instantly shot was the only escape for those who were broken mentally.

It was a slum and a high tech labor at once. Completely self sufficient by growing food and using deep dug wells for water with advanced computers to measure health state. All sounds nice and good but the problem was the greed of many.

There wasnt enough for everybody and fights broke out. Some poisened the wells or drugged food supplies on the small gardens. There was always something going on in that place… Junkies were sharing the same needle and diseases broke out inside the areas of the tunnels due to dirt and rats coming from the walls. Hygiene was possibly the hardest thing to obtain and so the tunnels were seperated to hygiene sections.

The Fourth section was the lowest of all and even myself began calling them scums of scums. Only junkies and addicted thugs, murderers and criminals were found there. No one ever entered the area because there was nothing to be found ..only death and hate towards the other sections. Of course the door was open to those who wanted to change themselves and their circumstances but often it was a lie just to live in a more hygiene area.

The third section was a military high corrupted defense zone by those who wanted to live better than them in the fourth section. It was a higher class of hygiene and people could take a few showers a day. The self proclaimed police was just there to somehow enrich themselves while assuring some sort of security. They just looked that no one bad came inside while some still managed because of corruption.

The second section was the garden and high – higher class hygiene were only people with small problems, good manners and work were allowed to enter. The sick and diseased were not allowed to enter even if they wouldve been of use. This zone was strictly covered by the rest of people who knew how to solve water and food problems. If this zone would die, everyone inside the tunnel would too.

And finally there was the first section. The sterile section for medicine and high tech of the lost generation and what the people above ground dropped into their garbagges. The medicine was bad but still enough for people who had only small health problems, to cure them completely. The rest wasnt getting any and to pay for it was really hard as well.

If one section dies, everyone would… even if the fourth would die, rats and disease would pest the air and the ground would be full of parasites. That is why the fourth was located directly at the front of the tunnel so the guards above ground would smell them and take them away.

Somehow everyone was trying to stay alive but it was no life and no one understood why they were not allowed to go above, specially the kids. It was our prison because we were not lucky enough like the rest.

One day, everything went down because the water from the wells were not anymore. Without water there was no food and no life. We gathered everyone together and told the bad news.. Everyone was shocked and some seemed happy! We were heading to a war and everyone knew it. We gathered what we could and grabbed our weapons to walk upfront to negotiate a way out but it all failed because half of the people started a war with themselves. Suddenly the sections started burning and the people of all sections were rioting and robbing people.

Me and two others needed to leave the place immediatly, we couldnt take it anymore. So we started shooting through the smoke and people at the guards in the entrance. They retaliated with shots and the gate opened for the first time, bringing forth a tank to shoot the tunnel itself down.

After the gates were open, the people started blindly running towards it in hope to attain freedom. But the only thing they got was death. We used the moment to sneak by the gate because some managed to get out and the guards were brutally killed. The tunnel was collapsing but before it happened, one guy managed to shoot the tank with a rocket launcher and it hit the target. Unfortunatly the tunnel collapsed under his head.

We were running outside and could see the sun… But what we saw next would rob us from our hopes..

As we thought that the light was the sun, we realised that it was a giant lamp inside another giant tunnel. We couldnt believe what we saw… In those years, they had built several layers of tunnel systems above us and we never realised..

We were now back at section four .. and section three watching us…

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