My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

What the Hell were you thinking, Milo?

Honestly. What. The Hell. Were you..

Truelly, I thought you were different than most humans. I thought we could be allies, cleansing this world from their dictators. I supported you even in your worst, most unnecessary endeavors. Even with your relationship with one of THEIR species.

But to even THINK about procreation?!

What the Hell were you thinking? Is Connor going to have some mutant-humanpony as a sibling? Is that the life you want your son to have? Is that the life you want? Or, better yet, are you willing to live with the guilt of putting your marefriend through so much physical trauma, only to have a horrid excuse of a child?

...I'll give you one last chance.

I'll give you one more chance to become my ally. To put all your unwise and unclean decisions behind you, to leave everything bad behind.

I've been thinking, 378b. Yes, I still remember your number. I've been thinking about the best possible outcome for all of us. You have strength and persistence, something both SCP-173 and I have. But you have something more: they trust you. You know how they function, you can talk to them easier than us. That's why you're perfect for this "Revolution."

We need you, and you need us. We can give you your son back at any time, Milo. But the Princesses refuse to bring Connor to you until you perform a preposterously difficult task: destroy us. You don't even know if she's telling the truth; if she even COULD do it. But you know we can, and in a much easier way.

You've seen my power. You've seen what I can do. You know I can give you your son back, and all you have to do is join me. Kill the princess who betrayed you, and the one who stood by and did nothing.

Yet, for some unknown reason, you persist in aiding the Equestrians. I refuse to let you commit such a stubborn, ignorant sin. You're better than that. So, I am abandoning my old, patient ways, and coming with a different approach.

Sometime this hour, I will teleport you to my location. The hour will give you plenty of time to say goodbye to all your friends, including Fluttershy. I have the Princess of the Night as my captive, and I will make her use her magic to bring you here. Do not think of it as a threat. Think of it as a safety measure. I really do think our friendship could still work, Milo..

Oh, and two more things.

It is on a volcano.

The reason why I have chosen this location will be explained, along with everything else once you come. Oh, and don't touch anyone when you are about to come to me. Granted, you don't know when you will be teleported.. so, just don't touch anyone. Just in case. Everyone you're in physical contact with when you are teleported is brought with you. We wouldn't want that, now, would we?

As for the last thing: SCP-173 is with me.

Please, just let it happen. It's for the best.

        Normally, I would have woke up with a start.

        Scream.

        Look all around for danger.

        But that would only result in me looking around the room, figuring it was just a dream, then regretting my breakout.

        But I don't do that anymore. I've had so many nightmares that would bring any other person to tears when they woke up. I've had dreams which would land me in prison if I shared them with anyone.

        Of course, the prison thing was already existent. Just another nightmare. Only, that one happened.

        I woke up peacefully. No sudden movements were made, not even with my face. I just woke up like any other day, Fluttershy's body squeezed against my side. Her mane was soft compared to my gruffy beard, which it laid on currently.

        I looked up at the ceiling, sighing. "Why must this happen to me?" I whispered to the blackness.

        My answer was Fluttershy kissing my cheek.

        "Because you're one of the few people who can take it," she said softly.

        I smiled slightly, glancing her way. Of course she would hear that. "Didn't know you were awake."

        "Oh, I'm awake almost all the time," she said, putting her snout on my neck. Her warm breath sent pleasurable shivers throughout my body. "Worrying about you."

        The Pleasure was instantly replaced by Guilt. I gently pulled away from her embrace, the warm, lovable feeling vanishing. "You really shouldn't," I said, looking to her. Her reaction said it all: the mood was already dark.

        So I decided to lighten it. "I'm a big boy."

        Fluttershy's eyes shown with compassion as she replied, "In more ways than one."

        Me and her both shared a small laugh. "That statement probably just made my day," I chuckled.

        Fluttershy kissed my neck. "What was it this time, Milo?" she asked.

        The atmosphere instantly went to somber. "What do you mean?"

        "Your dream. I know you've had one," she said. Then, without warning, she suddenly shifted her position from by my side to sitting up, then on top of me, sitting on my lap. "I want to know. Is it good news?" she said as she bent down, close to my face.

        Heat rising in my cheeks, I gave her a poker face. I figured it could work to remove her from the sensual position, but it succeeded in no such thing. She only kissed me on the lips, her mane draping over the sides of my face. For once, it was only Fluttershy and I, away in our little pink void.

        But, like everything, it couldn't last.

        I sighed. "I don't want to hurt you," I tried.

        She lowered her lower body, so that she was completely splayed across me. "Nothing you say could hurt me," she said with another kiss.

        This time, though, I pulled away. I could feel a lump in my throat as I quickly said, "SCP-902 has Luna. It's forcing me to meet it in an hour, along with SCP-173 on a volcano at an anonymous time. I don't know why, but it said it would explain." I gulped between breathes. "They want me. I can't touch you. It's too risky. I think it will make you come with me. I love you, Fluttershy, but I just can't touch you..."

        Silence followed.

        But then Fluttershy did something I never expected her to. Instead of questioning me, or being unwilling to accept it, she merely scooted off of me, with a blank face. At first, I thought I had insulted her in a way. I was mustering something up to say when she put her hoof on my hand.

        "If that's true, I'm coming with you," she said with an iron will.

        I shook my head, unwilling to look at her. "Fluttershy."

        "Let's face it," she muttered, letting on a much darker tone than her usual, radiant self. "If you don't accept their friendship- which you won't- they'll kill you. But you'll do something smarter than that. I know you, Milo. You'll want them to think that you'll choose them," as she was talking, her face was getting progressively closer to mine. "Then, you'll destroy them. Even if you don't know how, your stubbornness will get the better of you. If that's your plan, I want to be there for you." A hoof of hers rubbed my shoulder. "Besides, no matter what happens, you said that someday this will all be over. That we can be together, with Connor in tow. I believe you. I don't care how crazy the ride is, or how heartbreaking it will be. But it will eventually end, guaranteed. We just have to choose if that end will be the one we want...

        "This could be the final battle. Everything we ever hoped for could come true, after today. And if you dare think that I don't want to be a part of that, you're wrong."

        A kiss landed on my cheek, then she continued.

        "Plus, if an Element of Harmony is there, Luna won't freak out as much."

        I sighed, looking over to her face, positioned right beside me. I knew, beneath the shyness and overwhelming adorableness, there was a will set in iron. If I liked it or not, it didn't matter: she was coming.

        But that didn't mean I was letting her do this willingly.

        "I can't bring you into this," I tried. It was a pathetic attempt.

        "You already have," Fluttershy retorted. "In so many ways."

        There was no getting past her.

        For a few minutes, we lay there, the silence consuming us. We waited for the teleportation to take us, the battle for our lives. Light shown through the blinds gradually as I entwined my fingers on her hoof, time slipping past our senses.

        "We don't even know when it's going to claim me," I said once.

        Fluttershy only kissed my neck, something she was accustomed to doing.

        Time seemed to not matter, we were just there. The number of noneventful minutes drifted from my mind, replaced by no sense of time, no sense of how long it had been.

        No Peace was present. Just the enormous, somber... nothing. Like the Calm before the battle; which it most likely was. This atmosphere dissipated when I spake up.

        "Amazing how easily SCP's can ruin someone's day."

        Fluttershy just smiled.

        It was excruciating to wait for this travesty. But, all the waiting eventually payed off.

        It started off as a distant tingling, positioned in my brain. I knew it was coming. I was shifting awkwardly, trying to think up of a way I could tell Fluttershy off quickly when she sensed my uncomfortableness.

        "If it's about to happen," she started. "Don't even think about pushing me away at the last second."

        "I'm not," I said.

        The tingling heightened, and heightened over time. "That's strange," I thought. "Usually it only takes Luna half a second to teleport."

        A light started to glow around me. And Fluttershy. I could see her gasping and trying her best to look brave. But that was just not her.

        With a sudden jolt of magic, I was sent into oblivion.

Welcome back, Prisoner 378b. a voice said. It wasn't like any other voice, the only possible host being SCP-902 itself.

Welcome back, to Earth.