My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

        For the first exception in a long time, I woke up peacefully and happily. There was a narrow gap between the drapes, letting not too much light in, but enough to arouse me from my good sleep. The apartment room was illuminated lightly, although the majority was shrouded in shadow.

        I yawned, a light moan escaping my wide mouth. After a few seconds of the familiar exercise, my attention was brought to the pink mane beside me. Even though she couldn't see it, I smiled. My hand stroked Fluttershy's mane, waking her slowly.

        "Good morning," I said, then kissed her on the back of her warm neck.

        I could hear her giggle quietly. "Good morning to you, too, Milo." She turned around, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

        For a few seconds, we just lay there, completely oblivious to all the problems and cons of our situation. It was the first time I ever truelly felt peace after that fateful time on Earth.

        Fluttershy scooted closer to me on the bed before wrapping her arms around me. "Last night was just... I can't even explain it."

        I was expecting some happiness or at least satisfaction at the thought of our intercourse the previous night, but instead Guilt set in. At first, I was confused: this was the mare I loved, I had her permission, and we were both serious in our relationship. But all these things couldn't mask the fact we simply were not ready. Or married.

        Fluttershy noticed my change in mood, and responded with a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, Milo. We both chose to do it, and we will both be accepting of the consequences." Another kiss on my lips. "I really do love you.."

        I smiled, reassured, although still not fully positive. "We should have waited until we were married."

        She shrugged. "Maybe it was meant to happen."

        That statement flushed out all the remaining negativity, replacing it with Bliss. "So.." I said. "What do you want our baby to be named?"

        Fluttershy laughed. "Okay, now you're jumping too far ahead. We don't even know if that's the case yet."

        I shrugged. "I like to think ahead, sometimes."

        After another locking of our lips, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the scraggly, dirty blond hair draping over my face. I bent over and grabbed my under armor, pulling them over my naked lower half.

        Fluttershy crawled up behind me, hugging my bare back. "Do you really need to do this?" she asked. "We have so much to look forward to."

        I didn't need to be reminded to know what she was implying toward. "You know I have to," was my response. After a sad sigh from the mare behind, I cringed at my cold retort, instead resorting to a more romantic approach. I leaned back and kissed her on the cheek. "It will be over soon. I promise you, someday we will be together. Peacefully." That evoked a much better response from Fluttershy: a smile and a kiss.

        I saw my pants a couple paces away from the bed. After a deep breath, I lightly touched Fluttershy's hoof, meaning flowing from the gesture. After that, I got up, my tall frame making the bed creek from behind. I scooped up my old, orange prisoner pants, wiggling them on.

        As my eyes were downcast, I suddenly became very self-conscious about the chest hair which bloomed on my torso, no shaving taking its toll. I swear, next time I come across a razor...

        A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I instinctively moved for it, but I then realized only Twilight and Fluttershy knew I was alive. Plus, I was shirtless, with my marefriend lying on the bed.

        I turned, giving Fluttershy a stare which said "What do I do?"

        She quickly gestured for me to get under the bed. The small bed, although minuscule for someone my size, was the only option besides the bathroom, which I wasn't willing to risk. I quickly grabbed my shirt for as little suspicion possible, then slid (or, more accurately, struggled) under the bed as Fluttershy fixed her mane.

        I didn't know if it was muscle or fat which kept me from fitting from under the bed, but in the end I had to curl up into a ball just to be unnoticeable.

        From under the bed, I saw Fluttershy's yellow hooves clop on the ground, then make her way to the door. When she opened it, purple hooves were on the other side. I quickly recognized their owner as Twilight Sparkle.

        "Oh, Twilight!" Fluttershy exclaimed.

        "Hello, Fluttershy," said the violet unicorn, in a more serious manner. "Listen, Shy, I need to talk to you."

        There was silence for a little while. I shuffled uncomfortably as a small spider made its way towards me.

        "Oh, okay," Fluttershy said obliviously. I could see her step aside, giving the violet unicorn entry.

        Twilight stepped in, and after the door was closed, she said eagerly, "Where's Seven?"

        Fluttershy seemed surprised at first. "...What.. do you mean?"

        "Listen, Shy, I know he's alive, and I know he's here. I just need to talk with him."

        "How..?"

        I shuffled my way from under the bed, leaving the little spider in the dust. "It's okay," I said to Fluttershy as I revealed myself. "You can trust her."

        Fluttershy looked releaved at this, although Twilight did not in the least bit. Now that I was looking her in the face, I discovered her eyes were red-rimmed, her mane disheveled, and her coat messy. It was a form I rarely, if ever, saw the unicorn in.

        "First of all: put a shirt on. (Blushing, I hurridly pulled my white prison tank top on.) Second: you need to tell me the truth," she said seriously. "No but's, no excuses. I've waited months for it." She trotted over and sat on the bed, showing she met business. "Just, out with it. With everything."

        My heart froze at her displeasure. I looked to Fluttershy, who gave a shaky nod. I looked back to Twilight, sighing. "Whelp," I said as I sat on the opposite bed. "First thing is first: I was born on a different world. It's called Earth."

        Twilight's ears instantly went up, attentive. I could see the fascination in her eyes.

        "It's nothing like this place," I continued. "There's War, Sickness, Pollution, and many other problems. We learn to deal with it. So, yeah, that's where my dark attitude comes in." I chuckled quietly. "When I was born, my family was Mormon. We prayed, fasted, kept commitments, and believed in a God. However, after my mother died to an unknown sickness, my father lost it. You see, when my father was young he was beaten by his father, who was a drinker. He was already a little messed up."

        Twilight seemed sorry, although she didn't say anything. Her eager eyes begged for more. I briefly looked at Fluttershy, who was a little teary. She didn't hear this part, but those couple months with me may have made it impossible to cry. I turned back to Twilight, my heart quenching at the sad memory.

        I sighed, looking down. "I hate this part.. okay, so after he almost beat me to death in one of his drinking fits, I was given to my aunts." Twilight's eyes widened, although no further expression was given. I didn't have to look at Fluttershy to know she sniffled, but said nothing. I leaned back, folding my arms across my chest. "My aunt was a strong Atheist. She didn't support my religion, and there was no church nearbye. Even though it was painful to have something that close ripped away, she could have never taken my ability to pray away." I smirked a little, remembering about how I would always sneak a prayer in every night after she left.

        "Your religion must be very important to you," Twilight said.

        "Indeed. Although during the remainder of my childhood in my aunt's hands, I developed a habit of swearing. It's been going away lately, though." I glanced at Fluttershy and smiled.  Before Twilight could catch the look, I turned back to her. "Then, that brings me later in life. I married a woman, her name was Sarah, and we had a son named Connor. I still love him more than anything."

        Twilight's hard features softened at the mention of a son. I figured there was no harm telling her that much.

        "I was happy and carefree.. Until," I told her the story of the Penalty. She seemed stoic, although I sensed something was happening behind her sympathetic eyes. Fluttershy took it like a champ, not counting a couple tears sliding down her cheeks.

        "...After that, I was sent to jail, then the SCP Foundation, as a Class-D. My serial number was 378b; they never reffered to me as 'Milo' again, and I almost forgot entirely about the name. They ran tests on me with various objects which the public would call 'supernatural' or 'magic'. SCP-902 and 173 are some of these guys. Then, as I was being tested with my dear friend 173, there was a malfunction in the system, and all of them got out. They wrecked havoc on the foundation, killing everyone in it.

        "I barely got out. I still don't know exactly how, but I was teleported to Fluttershy's front porch."

        "He's right," Fluttershy said from behind the unicorn. The latter almost jumped, as if she was so intrigued in my life story she forgot there was someone else in the room. "I found him delirious on my doorstep. His poor wrist was broken."

        "That was from punching a door," I said sheepishly. The atmosphere was gradually turning to positive as we neared the story of my romance with Fluttershy. "Anyways, I stayed at her place for a couple days. We grew.. closer, may I say. After the encounter with my tall, pale friend, we got closer and closer."

        Twilight's eyes were wide. "Wait.. so, you two are..?"

        As a response, Fluttershy came and sat by me. She leaned in, kissing my cheek as I gave Twilight a stoic look.

        "...That's.. weird..?"

        I sighed. "Listen, we don't expect you to completely get it, but.. yeah, it's a little weird." Fluttershy gave me an offended look. I responded quickly with a kiss to the cheek. "But in a good kind of weird," I saved.

        Twilight took a long look at us. Then she sighed. "Continue."

        I briefly glanced at Fluttershy. "Early this morning, I was sent by Princess Luna to destroy SCP-902. She came with me. We went to the place it was, but the town she teleported us to was demolished; that's what you saw, Twilight. Turns out she had other plans than working together; Luna was going to destroy 902 by herself, leaving me in a muddy ditch. She said I 'couldn't destroy it.' And that I was worthless. (Fluttershy mouthed 'not true' at the latter statement.) When she left, I saw that SCP-902 was lying right beside me. Twilight, when you got me out, I took it with me."

        "So.." Twilight glanced around the room. "Where is it?"

        "Right under you," I said curtly, my eyes sliding down to the spot where SCP-902 lay. "It's beside the be--"

        I stopped mid-speach as my eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat. I was instantly up from the bed. "No.." I mumbled. Twilight and Fluttershy both stared at me, confused. "No, no, no.."

        The place where SCP-902 was placed the night before was barren. I was instantly up and on my knees, searching under the beds. Nothing.

        SCP-902 was gone.