My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

        The room suddenly seemed a couple degrees colder as the celestial figure closed the door behind her, the room now void of any ponies besides herself. The white alicorn's horn steadily glowed with a light humming sound as she levitated a chair towards my bed. The bruises and bandages on my face didn't obscure the fact I was both terrified and fascinated at the strange being.

        As the chair settled on the ground just a couple inches away from my bed, the authoritative equine sat on it. Her light mejenta eyes steadily glared at me as she lowered herself. She didn't speak, or give me any hints of which she was about to do. For a couple awkward seconds, she steadily inspected my body, eyes narrowed as her irises glided over my maimed frame.

        I breathed in to clear my throat, bringing her back to the situation at hand, when she finally spoke up.

        "Hello, Milo," she said as her eyes returned to mine, her face expressionless.

        My heart skipped a beat at the mention of my real name. How she knew, I had no idea. I've never even mentioned the word "Milo" since I came into this world; I was starting to get used to just "Seven."

        "...How do you know my name?" I stuttered.

        The white pony smiled smugly as a hint of humor crossed her face. "I know a lot about you, human. I know your past, your stubborn nature, your admiration towards a certain yellow pegasus."

        My eye twitched. I didn't even know this pony's first name, and yet she seemed to know my life story. I've known her for about fifteen seconds, and her character had really shown in that short time.

        Although it was the last comment that caught me off guard. I was aware of the fact Fluttershy and I were friends, but we've never done anything... romantic. She'd occasionally blush when I was in close proximity, but I always blamed that on her shy nature.

        Picking my words carefully, I muttered, "...You sure know how to say hi."

        The alicorn laughed. "Sorry. I just needed to get your attention."

        "You've succeeded."

        The tall equine tilted her head, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "You always were so serious."

        I blinked, the sudden change of her character not lost from me. She had gone from the humorless authoritive figure to the playful, girly Princess in a matter of seconds. "...Can I ask you how you know all these things?"

        "If I explained that, it'll take up the entire day."

        A little annoyance crept into me. If she couldn't answer how she knew my life story, then that put asking how I got here out of the question.

        "But that's besides the point." Her demeanor shifted from smugness to seriousness in a matter of moments. "Do you know why I'm talking to you privately?"

        I sighed, shaking my head. It was bound to be something bad; if she knew my past, it had to be negative.

        "I came here.. at first to send you back to your own planet." She narrowed her eyes. "You're violent, you're a criminal, and you pose a threat to my little ponies" My blood ran cold. I would never hurt them! As I opened my mouth to interject, the white equine raised a gold-plated hoof. "Let me finish. That was the plan, until recently. Twilight Sparkle sent me a letter, explaining the details of your selfless fight with that.. thing. SCP-096. Saving Fluttershy's life."

That was SCP-096? That couldn't be possible; the guards sometimes talked about it, saying an AT-4 Anti-Tank didn't do anything to it. If that was true, how could I have killed it with a knife to the head? Plus, how did she know what an SCP was? That's classified information. "Um.. I think you have the wrong monster."

        "No, I'm very sure what my apprentice said was right. You see, on your planet, the atmosphere is a lot thicker with anger and violence than in Equestria. Our planet is fuller with happiness and joy, therefore making the inhabitants' from other worlds' skins weaker when they come in contact with the air."

        I laughed; something I rarely did nowadays. When the pony gave me a quizzical look, I spoke, still smiling. "I'm not sure which side of Crazy you woke up on, but anger and violence are emotions. They don't have any effect on the atmosphere. Plus, a guy like me going against SCP-096? Especially with weaker skin? I would have been ripped to shreds."

        The white alicorn frowned. "You partly did get ripped to shreds. Just look at yourself. And anger and violence do effect the air, and they are very serious problems in pollution. Did your world's scientists tell you otherwise? Tell me, do they also say other worlds with life don't exist?"

        My smile faded from my face as her words sank in. It could very well be possible, the only thing against the theory being Society and Science. Besides, in the early BC's, people lived for centuries. The air was fresh and without pollution from negative emotions, therefore providing people with longer life times. Still, it sounded silly and irrational; like something from a low-budget kids' show.

        The equine's frown dissipated. "Anyways, back to the situation at hoof. I'm completely willing to let you stay here. And I'm willing to bring Connor here, too."

        Everything seemed to slow down at the mention of my son's name. My heart raced as I quickly sat up, paying the new blood and pain no heed.

        "Where the Hell is my son?" I spat, anger coursing through my system. If she did anything to him..

        The pony sighed, avoiding my gaze. "Connor is still on Earth, in a Foster Home. I can teleport him here, all in due time. Milo, you need to relax."

        I felt broken and bruised bones grind against eachother as I wheezed. My head flopped back down on the soft pillow, my eyes staring angrily up at the ceiling. Who does she think she is? Coming in here when I'm vulnerable, threatening to send me back to that God Forsaken planet, threatening my son? Calling me a criminal?

        The white alicorn sat there, letting me regain myself. After some time, she spoke up. "As I was saying, I am willing to let you stay here, with your son. If..." She leaned forward and whispered, "you do a job for me."

        My furious gaze shifted from the ceiling above to the equine face to my left. She smiled, knowing I was listening.

        "When you were transported here, you brought three other SCP's with you. SCP-096, SCP-902, and SCP-173. I need you to destroy them before they cause any more damage to my ponies. It seems you are already a third finished with the job."

        I pondered what she said for a moment. Anything was worth it if it meant me seeing my son again. It would be dangerous, though. Although SCP-173 will be difficult to kill, SCP-902 would be the biggest problem. It was a small, lead box that emitted a ticking noise from its interior.

        I've seen the test subjects when they were brought back from testing with SCP-902. They were paranoid and obsessed, saying that the box held a horribly dangerous object inside. They said the box must be destroyed at a certain time, when the ticking stops. However, the box is empty when opened.

        I sighed. What other choice do I have? If I refuse I get sent back to Earth, no doubt to be arrested within minutes of my arrival. I'll never have another shot at a life like this. Besides, if I survive, I get to see Connor again. Tell him I love him..

        I took a deep breath in, my mind made up. "Okay," I quietly murmured. "I'll do it. But on one condition. If I die, do whatever you can to bring Connor here. He'd love it." He always did like horses..

        The pony smiled. "Thank you, Milo. I will do what I can--"

"No!"

        I barely had time to lift my battered head up to see a yellow blur dash between me and my employer. Fluttershy faced the taller pony with a lowered head, glaring up at her.

        "Princess Celestia, please don't do this!" She stammered, the tears in her eyes obvious.

        'Princess Celestia' sighed. "Fluttershy, Seven needs to do this--"

        "His name is Milo!" Fluttershy interjected.  "And he doesn't have to! Hasn't he been through enough?!" She was almost shouting now as Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash peeked through the open doorway.

        Celestia frowned down at the smaller pegasus. "I know what he's been through, but he needs to end this. Twelve ponies are already dead!"

        The room grew deathly silent as everyone stopped talking. The only sound in the room was Celestia's heavy breathing. Twelve dead? Oh, damnit..

        "...This is all my fault."

        Fluttershy whipped around, facing me now. Her red-rimmed eyes were as wide as saucers as she said, "None of this is your fault."

        "Yes, it is, and you know it. This is my responsibility." As I was speaking, Celestia looked down, deciding we needed some time alone. She shooed the unicorn and cyan pegasus out of the room, closing the door behind her. "I've done.. many bad things back on Earth.. This is my chance at redemption. And I need you to respect it."

        Fluttershy was staring deep into my eyes, tears on her cheeks. I slowly reached over and brushed them off. "You know I need to do this."

        Fluttershy looked down sadly, her cheeks red. "Well.." she then looked back up, a gleam in her crying, ocean blue eyes. "..then you know I have to do this."

        Then Fluttershy kissed me.