My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

        I wish that I could talk. To share my feelings, and why I do the things I do. To tell people that I am no villain. In fact, I'm quite the opposite.

        I am a hero, only my methods aren't accepted among the human race. I don't kill for fun. I don't take pleasure in what I do, however, it is necessary. It's necessary because I have to keep humans in check. I have to be the horrific bad guy; it's my job. Because without someone telling humanity that they're not in charge, all hell will break loose.

        Humanity has grown too cocky over the centuries. Now, not only do they believe they're the dominate species on their world, but they also think they're the dominate ones in their solar system. Why? Because they're the only ones?

        No. Because they think they're the only ones, so that somehow makes them the kings. There is life on every planet in our solar system; humanity thinks there's not, because the other planets don't have water or the right temperature. There are species out there that don't need water, and live in dozens of hundreds of degrees. There are creatures that are made out of various gases, and feed off of Corbin Dioxide.

        However, humans believe they rule all. That leads to cockiness, which leads to explorations to other planets, which leads to them being so shocked when they discover life, they try conquering/killing them, for "study." That leads to the lifeforms' allies coming in, and destroying humanity. It's the law of the galaxy; you think you're in charge, you enforce it, and end up destroying your own race. It's happened millions of times. That's where I come in.

        I keep humanity in check; make them think they're not the dominate ones on even their own planet. That sustains them; delaying space exploration, saving both humanity and the poor life forms who gets attacked. However, this cannot be achieved without fear.

        And now, here I am on another planet. Full of decent creatures. Modest creatures. However, once again they think they're the dominant species.

        And that is why they must be taught a lesson, also.

        And that is why I am standing right outside their leaders' castle.

        The tall, majestic double doors in front of me were a dozen times my height. They had beautiful patterns sculpted all over them. Above the two celestial doors was a towering, white castle. It had Indian-styled towers, each with at least one window.

        My attention drifted back to in front of me as I heard a loud, long, creak. A thin pillar of light appeared between the two doors, expanding. As the doors parted, two white ponies clad in armor trotted out. They were in mid discussion.

        "...then the mare actually slapped me! Can you believe that? After all that we've been through!" The taller, stronger one on the left complained.

        The one on the right nodded understandingly. "Man, mares are weird.."

        The taller one was about to retort, until he laid his yellow eyes on me. He stopped abruptly, followed shortly by his companion. I eyed them. This was one of those situations which I would love to just talk. To explain myself. To say that I don't want any trouble, and that I needed to see their leader. But I can't. I just have to deal with it. If I could groan, I would have.

Why does it always have to end like this?

        After a couple second of silence, the taller one spoke up. "...What do you think it is, Storm Trotter?" He had to lean down to whisper in his comrade's ear. As if I couldn't hear.

        "I dunno, but it is one ugly mother bucker," So-Called "Storm Trotter" replied. I sighed mentally.

If I could roll my eyes, I would.

        As Storm Trotter turned his head to look out into the distance to search for the owner of the 'Ugly Mother Bucker' (that didn't exist), the taller one was still looking at me.

Come on.. Blink!

        As a couple seconds passed by, my patience drained. Then, finally, he blinked.

        And I slid right over to him and snapped his neck.

        When the lifeless body hit the floor with a 'thud,' Storm Trotter turned back.

        "I don't see anyone that can own hi--" His sentence was cut short as he stared wide-eyed at my victim, and the statue he thought was lifeless. Or, as he called me, the 'Ugly Mother Bucker.'

        A few short breaths escaped him as his heart rate quickened. He then slowly shifted his focus from his dead friend to me.

        "How.." He started, but if he was going to say something else, I wouldn't know.

        Because he blinked. And I tore his throat out.

        I wasted no time, sliding freely and speedily through the big doors, and the empty hallway. It was times like this I loved: No one watching, no one slowing me. I can move freely. When I rounded the stairs, I heard Storm Trotter's body hit the grassy floor outside.

        I kept skidding across the tile floor, leaving streak marks behind me.

        My plan? Get into the castle. Kill one of their rulers. Get out. Simple as that; keep the ponies in check, just like the humans. Let them live in fear, I didn't care. This is for the greater good.

        As I kept gliding over the polished floor (leaving messy skid marks behind), I occasionally glanced at the huge portraits on the golden walls. They were mostly landscapes.

This place is so beautiful. I'm going to keep it that way. With fear.

        As I rounded a corner, I heard voices from one of the doors. However, this door wasn't like the others. It was taller, and was majestic. When I slowed down near the opening, the voices were now understandable.

        They were feminine, and sounded matured, and adult.

        "I don't understand," one of the voices said. It sounded stressed. "Why would you want to send him back? He's been through so much. Doesn't he deserve a rest?"

        "He is too violent," another voice said. "I am sorry, Luna, but he must go. I agree with you; he has gone through a lot. But he cannot stay here. He'll have a bad influence over the others." She sighed. "I'll send a letter to Fluttershy."

These were definitely the two princesses.

        I prepared myself to slide myself in there, until one of the princesses said something.

        "Please.. The human has been through so much."

        If I had any blood, it would be running cold. At first, I felt nothing. No emotion, no rage... Nothing.

        Then, gradually, the fury built up. And up. And up.

HUMAN?!

THERE IS A HUMAN IN THIS WORLD?!

        I won't allow it. I will not allow these amazing creatures to experience the horrors of a human. I skidded as fast as I could away from the door, down the stairs, through the hallway, and out the opening. I already knew who this human was: Prisoner 378b. The asshole who I've been chasing back in the foundation.

        I will not allow this. I will find and kill this abomination, and take care of everyone in my way.

        If I had facial expressions, I would be enraged.

I will not allow you to live. I am SCP-173, and I will kill you, 378b.

I will save this world.

I am a hero.

I am no villain.