My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

        I was never one for surprises. They were always catching me off guard, being bad news, and making me feel uncomfortable. I just don't like them; what others would call "thrill," I would call "shock." And not in a good way. So, with that being said, you could image how I felt after receiving Fluttershy's news.

        I narrowed my brow, and leaned towards Fluttershy, attentive. "What? was all I could ask. She looked down and, almost fearfully, avoided eye contact with me.

        "I know you're not a bad person, Seven," she started off. "But we need to talk." The coldness of guilt rushed into my system even before I heard the news. "Two guards were murdered at the Grand Castle last night. I'm not sure who it was, but Princess Celestia demands to see you. She said it had something to do with you." Fluttershy's eyes were moist as she huffed out roughly. She took a deep breath, and looked into my eyes. "Did you kill them?"

        Shock filled my being. I only just met this yellow girl and she already distrusts me. With sternness and a hint of anger for her mini-betrayal, I looked her dead in the eyes. I answered: "No."

        Fluttershy recoiled a little, surprised by my slightly hostile tone. She looked down, and I could see in her eyes that she would remember that. "...Sorry, Seven. Celestia just said that it had something to do with you. I was worried..."

        I nodded, my eyes on the floor. "...She wants to see me, no?"

        Fluttershy looked at me, astonished. "How did you know?"

        "I've had my share with people who are convinced I murdered someone." By the time I realized what I had said, it was too late. Guilt wrapped around my heart, and a lump formed in my throat, flashing back to the memory.

I slammed the door behind me, locking it as it clattered on the frame. This action was followed by repeated slams on the door and yelling. Most of them were saying stuff like "Don't do it!", "Think this over!", and (my personal least favorite) "Don't hurt him!" It was too late, though. The time for pleading was over a long, long time ago.

I stared down at the man cowering before me, but only for a matter of moments. I roughly grabbed him by his tie, and brought him up, face to face with me. Raged pulsed through my entire mind. His fearful green eyes were wide with dread. He kept on saying something that sounded like "I'm sorry," and "Please, no." I didn't care. Mind clouded with rage, I threw the first punch, and my knuckles collided with his cheek bone. His head was whip-lashed to the side, and he coughed.

"Please.. Think about what you're doing," he panted. This only enraged me more as I gripped his hair tightly, and slammed his face into the glass beside us. The glass shattering made the persistent knocks and yells on the door escalate. One man shouted "I'm calling the police!"

"I did think about it," I growled, slamming the side of his head into the now-broken glass frame. Blood sprayed all over the frame. "I thought about it for a long, long time." The man before me collapsed, crying out in pain as he discovered the bridge of his nose was broken. "How does it feel?!" I shouted. "How does it feel to get hurt?! Just like you hurt my entire family!" I kicked his side hard enough I heard a wet 'snap!' The man below me screamed in sudden, excruciating pain, and held his side.

He was winded, bloodied, and most likely had a couple ribs broken. The police were now outside, hollering and banging on the door. I figured he had enough, but just to be safe I knelt down, grabbed him by his collar, leaned in, and said angrily: "Next time, stay away from my family. Or I will beat you to death. Do you understand me?" The police were getting bolder, slamming their shoulders into the door. I knew they would be through soon, so just to make my point clear, I thrust my face into his bloodied one. "I said do you understand, asshole?!" The cowering man nodded, blood gurgling in his throat. "Don't you forget it." Then the door behind me was slammed open, and someone tackled me from behind.

        Fluttershy's eyes were quizzical as I came back to the real world from the flash back. I cleared my throat, and adjusted the collar on my white tank top. I think it's about time she knew. If I held it from her any longer, that'll only lead to difficulties. plus, she deserves to hear the truth. Fluttershy," I looked her in the eye. "I need to tell you something."

        Fluttershy's answer was to nonchalantly scoot closer to me.

        I kept eye contact with her as I started. "Back on my world, I have a family." Fluttershy looked up at me with happiness in her eyes, but there was some form of.. disappointment also. I pulled out my beloved picture from my pocket, and showed it to her. "Here they are; that one's Connor, and the other is Sarah. My wife."

        Fluttershy was about to comment on it, but after seeing the look in my sad eyes, she got the hint and stayed quiet. "We were having some financial issues. I went to this lawyer for help, but.." Anger filled my heart. "He ripped us off. After seeing this, and how hurt my family was, I went after him at his work building." I closed my eyes. "And beat him to a pulp." Flutter's eyes widened as she gasped, her eyes full of fear.

        "You didn't.." She started, but I answered before she completed the question.

        "No. I didn't kill him. But I warned him that if he ever came close to my family again, I would."

        "All for your family.."

        "What else was I supposed to do?" I leaned back, now looking forward instead of at Shy. "He hurt my family."

        I closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself to tell the hardest part of my story. "He then sent an agent down to my house to get revenge for what I'd done. But the agent was mistold of who to beat. He beat my wife, thinking she was me.. And killed her. In front of Connor." Fluttershy's eyes were wide, and tears surfaced in her eyes.

        "...I'm sorry, Seven.."

        I shrugged, my eyes watering themselves as the lump in my throat increased in size. "Don't be sorry yet. After figuring this out, I killed the bastard." Fluttershy's eyes went from sympathy to horror in an instant. She sat there, staring at me, not dare saying a word. "I was sent to jail, put on death row, then transported to the SCP Foundation for testing. And by testing I mean putting me in life-threatening events beside dangerous entities. SCP-173 was one.. He got free, and teleported me here. I'm not sure if he followed me here, but judging by the information you've given me, there's a good chance it's true. And he is dangerous, ruthless, and savage."

        Fluttershy didn't say anything to me, she was just staring at the ground. I hesitantly layed my hand on her shoulder, but she slapped it away. When she realized what she had done, Shy buried her face in her hooves.

        "Please, just..." was all she could say for a minute. She kept repeating those two words, until she finally got up abruptly. "I need to be alone." She then flew up the stairs and slammed her door shut.

        I sat there, on the couch all alone. Guilt clouded my thinking as I heard the start of the quiet sobs coming from upstairs.