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[Oblivion]

Location Unknown
2:38 A.M.
04-08-2014

~._-*Your vision slowly passes SEVERAL heavily armed Military trained guardsmen. SCP Foundation, where they "Secure, Contain and Protect" operates beyond jurisdiction, empowered and entrusted by every major national government with the task of containing bizarre and unusual objects, entities, and phenomena. These abnormal oddities pose a significant threat to global security by threatening either physical or psychological harm.

The Foundation operates to maintain the status quo, so that the worldwide civilian population can live and go on with their daily lives without fear, mistrust, or doubt in their personal beliefs. There are enough "distractions" all around to detract all of mankind. The Foundation maintains human independence from all of the activities that are supposed to be invisible to the "hard working" mankind. The Foundation does what it can to protect humankind from extraterrestrial, extra-dimensional, and other extra-normal influences. The Facility, dedicated to the security and guardianship of all mankind by containing rare and hostile artifacts and entities referred to as SCPs(Special Containment Protocol). The Foundation has an introduction for their Mission Statement...*-_.~

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.

So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.

In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.

Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.

While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect. — The Administrator

~._-*There are several security cameras mounted on the walls, closely near the ceiling. Not one single molecule is able to get past the cameras. Inside a small room are two Military Police Personnel, looking at several cameras. There are several cameras mounted in each one of the four quadrant. One, of the Military Police begins to look more seriously.*-_.~

Security Guard #1: Davis... C'mere. You NEED to see this!!

~._-*Security Guard Davis rushes over to Security Guard Collins. Both of them begin to watch one particular camera.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: HOLY SHIT!! There is activity in Sector 3, where The Series III is being contained.

~._-*Several people, who are dressed in complete black, including black ski masks slowly approach the corridor where the worst of the worst of the SCPs are contained. The group includes one very large individual, standing considerably more than six feet, with several young women and several little people. Three other persons, speeding up in over-sized forklifts. There are several rooms, with special security measures. A number has to be punched into on a keypad. The main large individual takes out an assault rifle. Going room by room, three in all... completely dismantling the access key pads, as several rounds of ammunition begin to repetitiously fall to the cold concrete flooring.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: HOLY SHIT DUDE!! NOTIFY!! NOTIFY!!

~._-*The first door is kicked in...*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #1: OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE?!

~._-*One large biker looking individual slowly and very cautiously drive into the containment unit, where Subject SPD #517 is being held. SCP-517 is a large, carnivorous, bipedal animal of indeterminate origin, roughly 4.5 m(3.3 ft.) in height and weighing approximately 600 kg(1323 pounds). Its appearance is a mixture of several beast-like species. The creature has four long, simian-like arms, one pair behind the other. All of it's digits have retractable claws some 8cm(slightly more than 3 inches) in length. The legs appear mostly ursine(bear-like). The creature has a long muscular tail, used for balance while walking. The head is vaguely feline, with powerful jaws and large, forward-set eyes, although it also sports two gazelle-like horns. The creature's entire body is covered in sleek black fur, which has flame-retardant properties.

SCP-517 is extremely dangerous due to its great speed, strength, excess of natural weapons and extraordinary resistance to injury. It will attack every living organism in sight in a seemingly mindless rage. This frenzied behavior, however, is not without strategy. SCP #517 can instantly incorporate any available weapon into its tactics, suggesting either high intelligence or an instinctual understanding of the dynamics of combat and prompting serious questions about its origins. When not engaged in feeding or combat, SCP-517 will either sit quietly or pace slowly within its container as if waiting for further violent diversion.

The earliest record of SCP-517's existence is an incident in which the creature slaughtered and consumed the better part of a small town in [DATA EXPUNGED] over the course of several weeks. The creature was subdued and captured after being shot eight times with an XM500 Barrett .50 caliber rifle. The final shot was the only one observed to have any real effect, impacting the base of the skull and putting the creature into a shallow coma. The creature's unconsciousness lasted longer than the wounds themselves, which healed completely in a matter of minutes. The creature apparently suffered no permanent loss of brain function from this injury. Current research is focused primarily on duplicating SCP-517's abilities, as it is unlikely that we will ever be able to truly control the beast. SCP-517 begins to look at the large individual with threatening aggressions. The large individual pulls out a small draw string duffel bag. He pulls out a squealing pig. The pig is tossed towards SCP-517. Without any hesitations, the creature devours the pig. With the distraction, another masked individual shoots the creature with a tranquilizer. Within seconds, the creature collapses and placed on one of the forklifts.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: OH MY GOD!! WHAT DO WE DO?!? WHAT DO WE DO?!?

~._-*Military Police Personnel Collins backhands Military Police Personnel Davis.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #1: GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MAN.... THIS IS BAD!! LEVEL 5 BAD!! Don't sound the alarms.

Military Police Personnel #2: OH MY GOD!! WHY NOT!?

Military Police Personnel #1: The last thing we need to do is startle the containment any more than they already are. The significance to this blunder is astronomical!! CALL THE SECRETARY OF THE DEFENSE!!

Military Police Personnel #2: OH MY GOD!! WHY NOT THE PRESIDENT OF THESE UNITED STATES!?

Military Police Personnel #1: The President doesn't know about our Organization.

Military Police Personnel #2: WHY NOT!?

Military Police Personnel #1: For more than 60 years, we have been protecting this country and the planet from things that most people wouldn't understand. So, we create diversions so the rest of the world wouldn't even think about our "little collection".

Military Police Personnel #2: We need to contact The President!

~._-*Davis walks away from Collins.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #1: STOP DAVIS!! TURN AROUND!!

~._-*Davis turns around. Collins is holding up his service revolver at Davis.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #1: What, you're gonna shoot me now?!

Military Police Personnel #2: Yes I am.

BLAM!!

~._-*Davis falls down to the concrete floor, grabbing for his right shoulder. Collins hovers over him, with the pistol pointing at him. Davis looks scared and confused at Collins.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: With those creatures getting out, someone will get blamed for this and IT WILL... NOT... BE.... ME!!

~._-*Collins aims for Davis' head. Davis holds up his good arm.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #1: NO! NO! NO! NO-O-O-O!!

BLAM!!

~._-*After covering Davis' body, Collins walks back over to the monitors, as the group of black clad and mask intruders, going room to room, removing unusual creatures. the intruders go to the next room with a fresh forklift. No alarms are sounding off, but the red alarm lights are flashing. Military personnel are rushing towards the intruders...*-_.~

BLAM-BLAM!! BLAM-BLAM!! BLAM-BLAM!!

~._-*Each possible entrance has been obstructed with the doors being forced shut, as the access panels have been destroyed. To the next room, they go....*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: THIS IS NOT GOOD! WE NEED MORE ASSISTANCE!!

~._-*His commands and orders ended up being futile, because the entrance ways have been forced shut. the override access codes are not working. the intruders go to the next room and they see....

Item #: SCP-784

Object Class: Euclid Presumed Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures:
Previous Special Containment Procedures
Current Special Containment Procedures

Description: SCP-784 is the remains of Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED]. Officially killed in action by [DATA EXPUNGED] during a recovery operation, Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED] survived his injuries and was approved to undergo enhancement by SCP-212. Unusually enough, SCP-212 chose not to repair A[DATA EXPUNGED]'s extensive injuries (including traumatic amputation of all four limbs) or to remove a large piece of [DATA EXPUNGED] that had become stuck in Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED]'s brain. Instead, SCP-212 integrated the piece of circuitry more completely into Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED]'s brain and performed a standard organ maintenance.

That piece of circuitry immediately began to repair itself and replace Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED]'s glial cells, leaving the neurons intact. Upon replacing the entirety of Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED]'s neuroglia, said circuitry bored several holes through the back of his skull, then removed the entirety of the skull bones and replaced them with reinforced metal plating. Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED] was then declared KIA and reclassified as SCP-784.

SCP-784 consists of two components: the biological portion consists of the Agent A{DATA EXPUNGED]'s neurons, spinal cord, and portions of his cranium and vertebra: the remainder of his body became necrotic over time and was debrided to prevent infection from spreading.

The second component is made up of a nanomachine colony and takes the form of a network of steel and silicon tendrils emerging from the back of Agent A[DATA EXPUNGED]'s skull and spine. The mechanical portion of SCP-784 has shown itself capable of reforming into a variety of different forms, including but not limited to: cutting tools, prehensile tendrils, interfaces for electronic devices, and molecular assemblers. SCP-784 is capable of breaking down and incorporating any silicon or metal object into its nanomachine network, and has shown a capacity for integrating electronic devices as well. Nonmetallic or silicon-based items can be broken down, but are not easily integrated.

Despite its nature, SCP-784 is normally not hostile to life, except as a means of nourishing its biological component. The only casualties inflicted by SCP-784 were caused before a means of communication could be established, and the need for a nutrient bath were known. In that incident, SCP-784 attacked and entangled a Class-D personnel inspecting its containment cell, and proceeded to liquify a portion of its flesh, converting it into a nutrient solution which it then administered to its biological component.

The group of intruders slowly enter the containment unit of SCP-784. The large masked man holds up both of his hands. SCP-784 shows no hostile reactions, as it received a photo album of his "FORMER" life. SCP-784 is transported away.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: WE NEED MORE ASSISTANCE!! THE CONTAINMENT UNITS OF SCP-517 AND 517 HAVE BEEN BREACHED. THE INTRUDERS HAVE BREACHED ENTRANCE WAYS AND ARE NOW IN THE PROCESS OF LETTING LOOSE.... SCP-173!! WE NEED EXTRA BODIES NOW!!!

~._-*The large masked man looks at his instructions. He signals the rest to slowly approach the containment unit. ONLY HE AND TWO SMALL PEOPLE NEED TO APPROACH. The large man slowly enters the room with the two small people. Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.

Description: Moved to Site-19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. The large man looks at the notes and lets one of the small people about blinking around SCP-173. The other small person blinks, with an lightning fast reflexes the object attacks the small person, by snapping the neck at the base of the skull. There is a reddish brown substance on the floor. It is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis. After the feeding, the object is now calm. The large man waits for SCP-173 to go back into the corner and turns back into stone. With stealth-like procedure, the masked man, places the large item into the air tight travel containment unit.

The Military Personnel completely freaks out.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: WE HAVE A CODE RED!! COMPLETE CONTAINMENT BREACH!! LOCK DOWN THE FACILITY! NO ONE LEAVES OR ENTERS!!

~._-*For the nature of these particular SCPs, entrance to these containment pods have to be swift and quick. All but one escape route was established. The large masked man and his "help" leave with three of the SPECIAL SLPs.*-_.~

Military Police Personnel #2: The Secretary of Defense is NOT going to be happy with this! Thank God we have surveillance video. we'll know the identities of these individuals in no time.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER....

~._-*Music begins to play, as a camera view of a broken stone pathway, with dirt covering everything is shown. The camera slightly pans to the right, as an axe is being dragged along the dirt path. Through the music, sounds of shaking metal chains and screams are heard. The view of the camera remains on the dirt path. The eerie screams of obvious pain are getting louder. The hairs on the arms, that are holding the camera, are on end. "Goose bumps" are shown. The camera slowly pans around the room. Those previously stolen creature from the SCP Foundation are placed in chains in pre-determined surroundings. The view of the camera slowly moves along towards the source of the painful screeches.

Several Gathering members scatter around the room, hide in their favorite spots.... THE SHADOWS. Two Monstrous Gathering members continue to yank down a metal chain, which is connected to a few metal hooks. the hooks look like giant fishing hooks. Those said hooks have pierced the back of The Monster Oblivion, who is being hoisted up in the air, by those hooks and metal chains. The Monster is attached with monitoring sensors, to keep track of his respiratory systems and IT's heart. Oblivion screams out....*-_.~

Oblivion: DO IT AGAIN!!

~._-*Several Vixens splash water on the hanging body of The Monster. Another Monstrous Gathering member takes two charge sticks that has giant yellow sponges on the ends of them...*-_.~

ZAPP-ZAPP-ZAPP-ZAAA-A-A-APP!!

~._-*The body of The Monster tenses up, as the surge of electricity passes through the body of Oblivion.*-_.~

Oblivion: UGH!! AHHHH-H-H-HHHH!!

~._-*The violent, but yet euphoric screams of Oblivion startles the three SCP creatures. the creatures are chained up. As Oblivion screams out, the creatures scream out, shaking the metal chains violently. the smell of the surrounding area, is of feces and urine. Dried pools of blood are everywhere. Sitting on the ground, but chained up to the algae stained stoned walls are several captured women. These are the last few batch of women, that Oblivion considers as "play things". Days after days of stalking each one, slowly making their personal lives a Hellish experience, The Monster captured each one of them. By the look of them, The Monster is getting low on supplies, it may be time for another hunt. Not too many left, need to resupply. A neighborhood sweep may be the answer.

The last few women have bruising all over their bodies. With the sight of the camera, the women panic and try to reach out, but can't. Their tongues have been removed and they don't have any eyelids. As the surge of electricity dies out, Oblivion rolls back IT's eyes as if experienced an euphoric experience. Oblivion screams out...*-_.~

Oblivion: BRING IT A SNACK!! IT'S FAMISHED!!

~._-*A small Gathering member and a Monstrous gathering member approach the women that are sitting down, but attached to the wall. The women automatically begin to sob, begging for mercy. As if, they know.... THEY KNOW.... what is about to happen.... AGAIN!! A special particular choice has been made. The woman is unchained. She screams and kicks, as she cries. Her clothes hasn't been changed in weeks. She is sweaty and unwashed. She was once beautiful. the half naked woman tries to drag her feet as she bags and begs, but no one is listening to her pleas. The woman is thrown towards a NOW unchained and unhooked Monster. Oblivion grabs the woman, who immediately screams out of fear. She's been in this situation plenty of times. She knows what is about to happen... AGAINST HER WILL!! Oblivion places IT's massive right hand over her chest.*-_.~

Oblivion: IT can feel your heartbeat.

~._-*The Monster rubs IT's hand up her thigh. After reaching a particular area, The Monster sniffs IT's fingers. Oblivion smiles an evil grin.*-_.~

Oblivion: You smells ripe. You're ready!! AGAIN!!

~._-*The woman begins to shake with fear. The Monster just smiles. What is left of her blouse is ripped off, exposing her breasts. Oblivion grabs the woman and flips her around, as her back is to The Monster. Oblivion places IT's hand back on her chest.*-_.~

Oblivion: Your heartbeat has slowed down. You must be enjoying this, by now. No reason to resist, no one can save you. YOU BELONG TO THE MONSTER NOW!!

~._-*The Monster just shoves the woman head down, as she just cries with her face down on a smelly stained pillow, that was once on a couch. Oblivion pulls her underwear to the side....*-_.~

45 minutes later...

~._-*Two Monstrous Gathering members drag the woman back to her original position, at the stone wall. She leaves a wet stained trail from underneath her. Oblivion repositions ITself as IT notices The Pet with a camera.*-_.~

Oblivion: That is how you handle bitches like that. They yell out no, but their eyes scream YES!! Just like those bitches Seifer Black and Chelsea Black Armstrong!! Seifer?! SEIFER!! HOW DOES CHELSEA SMELL?! IT BETS SHE SMELLS REAL NICE!! Sunday night we're gonna find out. The Monster WILL find out how sweet your precious Chelsea smells like. Seifer what are you gonna do when you see The Monster assault your girl?! What?! THAT'S RIGHT NOT A GOD DAMN THING!! SEIFER BLACK ARMSTRONG YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC SACK OF FLESH!! Your girl has more balls than you do. Hell, Lilith had more balls than you do!! As a proclamation of the truth..... SEIFER BLACK ARMSTRONG IS NOTHING BUT A GOD DAMN FUCKING PUSSY!! Although this match is anot regulated as a hardcore style match, we are gonna see what kind of pain threshold you truly have, Seifer Black Armstrong.

And what about you, Chels... Chelsea? Yes, we all know that you have beaten the nasty Oblivion once before. But, what was your physical condition afterwards? Slowly deteriorating. Bones ache. The taste of blood, in your mouth. You're a God damn woman!! FUCKING WOMAN!! A smelly bitch!! You may take a pounding VERY WELL, but hate to tell you this honey..... YOU STILL CAN BLEED. If anyone knows about bleeding is you Chelsea. Like it or not, The Monster still has a partner in the form of Stacy Robinson. And yes another woman that has beaten Oblivion. But, what happen in that infamous Ambulance Match? WHAT?!?! WHAT?!?! The Monster can't hear you? Ohhh-h-h-h.... Stacy Robinson got her ass beat down?! But, this time, she is on the side of the ring, with The Monster Oblivion.

Chelsea, your days of being WCF Television Champion are numbered. You and your bitch-boy husband of yours won't have to worry about the awkward breakfast discussion at the breakfast table, Monday morning, because Oblivion will relinquish you and Seifer bitch boy of all of that possible angst. YOU'RE WELCOME!! To save your marriage, Oblivion HAS to defeat you two for the TV Title. It has become the responsibility of The Monster to save the marriage of Seifer Black and Chelsea Black Armstrong. The only way of doing that is making sure Oblivion is the one that pins Chelsea. Stacy Robinson, Oblivion cannot do anything about you being The Monster's tag partner. But, The Dark One has a simple piece of advice for you.... STAY OUT OF IT'S WAY!! No more will you two loose any sleep at home, thinking of that possible scenario of facing each other for a chance of WCF Gold. But, lucky for you two, that's not gonna happen.

That meddlesome Stacy Robinson and IT have developed a special plan for you two. Now, Stacy may have wanted to keep that quiet... BUT.... FUCK THAT NOISE!! Two for one deal here. Oblivion gets to kick your asses and take that Television Championship away from your unworthy waist, bitch!! Seifer won't be much of a problem for wither Robinson and ITself. Maybe, Chelsea, IT may have you watch as Robinson and the Monster torture your husband before we come after you. One way or another you're losing that championship. That's a simple given fact!! You can stop the bitching now, Chelsea. It's not gonna help you!! The only thing IT sees for you, during the match, is when Oblivion has IT's fist down your precious and well traveled throat, the only thing you will able to do is to.... CHOKE.... ON.... THAT!!

~._-*The Head Vixen, Melissa, grabs the previous human seed receptacle and drags her over to the camera.*-_.~

Melissa: SAY IT!! SAY IT!!

~._-*The woman struggles to move as she tries to talk. Melissa grabs the woman by her filthy dirty, stinky hair and pulls it back. Melissa pulls out a butterfly knife, putting it to the throat of the woman. The woman screams out.*-_.~

The woman: BITCHES!! BITCHES!! OH MY GOD BITCHES!!

~._-*The woman screams out a wail of tormented anguish. the camera pans back to Oblivion, who is now not there. The scene slowly fades out, when out of nowhere Oblivion pops up in front of the camera...*-_.~

Oblivion: RUN!!

~._-*The scene slowly fades out as Oblivion is seen slowly laughing as IT continues to smell IT's right handed middle and index finger, licking the blood off of them, in the process.*-_.~