My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

        It had been two, long, painful hours since Fluttershy had left me to my own thoughts. Guilt was eating me from the inside out as her quiet sobs carried through the empty cottage. I haven't moved a muscle, the only movement I committed being blinking. The strange blue bird had flown through the window again, but I barely noticed. It looked at me quizzically on the wooden window frame, as if mentally asking what happened. As if I would talk about it. It flew over and landed on my leg, blinking up at me with those black orbs.

        I lifted my left hand up to it, letting it examine and peck the hard cast fiber playfully. I smiled a little as it jumped on it, its light weight proving to not be painful on my broken hand. As it was pecking and peeking curiously at it, I examined it. Even though I was very nearly a bird specialist, I could never guess the species of the little guy. My biggest guess was a blue bird, but that was only based off of its blue color. There are many other principles of blue birds that make them special, but this bird had nothing in common with the birds back on Earth. It was a solid, one-shaded dark blue. Its beak was an average size for a bird, and its build was of the normal bird.

        Suddenly, the bird flew off my leg, and out of the window. I sighed, knowing it had at least one thing in common with other birds. It never really stayed near a human long.

        "SEVEN!!"

        My thoughts were cut off as a scream erupted from upstairs. I was instantly up off the couch as I realized it was Fluttershy's. I started to run to the stairs, but my feet didn't find enough friction in time, so I slipped and fell. My head slammed on the wooden floor, and pain exploded from my cranium.

        "SEVEN!!!" Fluttershy screamed again, her voice almost on the verge of tears. I was instantly up off the ground and dashing across the room to the stairs, my feet not slipping this time. I stumbled a couple times on the stairs, due to the smaller design being made for ponies, but I didn't stop. For a moment, all was silent, the only sounds being my feet thumping on the wooden stairs. Dread was building up as I reached the top of the stair case.

        There were four doors upstairs, each looking the exact same as the other without thinking, I barged into the first door on the left. There was nothing there; only a few bookshelves and a lone light hanging on a string were in the small room. I instantly cursed myself for my loud and clumsy entry. As I backed out of the doorway, I heard whispering. Very quiet, unintelligible whispers.

        As I neared the second door, the whispers increased. My heart pounded faster and faster as my outstretched hand neared the doorknob. The moment my hand wrapped around the cold, steel knob, the whispers ceased. My breath hitched as I turned the knob, and opened the door.

"Get out."

        That was the only warning I got.

        The moment I peered inside the dark, ominous room, an unknown force slammed the door outward. It was jolted from its hinges, and it slammed into me with enough force to send me flying down the stairs. As the door and I tumbled down the hard, sharp wooden stairs, my broken wrist burnt with a passion. I knocked my head a couple times, and finally landed on the bottom of the staircase, followed shortly by the hard wooden door, which landed right beside me.

        Pain was coursing through my entire body, especially my sides, head, and bad wrist. I spat out a little string of blood as I recovered from my fall. I peered up at the stair case, with my brow furrowed.

        That's when I saw it.

        There, standing on the top of the staircase, was a seven foot tall, white, bipedal monster. Its mouth was long, stretching to as tall as his eyes. Its mouth was partly open, revealing long, razor sharp red teeth. Its tongue was a foot long, and its nose was two holes. Its eyes were two lifeless, black marbles crudely placed on its horrific face.

        It stared down at me, not moving a muscle. It didn't even blink. I was no better, having every limb all of a sudden turn to ice. We continued this staring contest for a good thirty seconds, until it abruptly roared at me. Its cry sounded like dozens of groaning, miserable voices all jumbled up into one sound.

        The creature then charged down the stairs, with its long arms outstretched towards me. There was blood on its horrifically long claws. I scrambled back into the living room at the last second. The creature banged into the wall which was formerly behind me. After realizing it had missed, its grotesque eyes locked onto me again, and it charged, roaring its evil sound.

        I quickly got up and started to run across the room, until I tumbled over the couch. It was a soft landing, but it closed the distance between me and the tall creature.

       "Shit!" I yelped as I unceremoniously started to run again, only this time I tripped over the wooden table. And it hurt. My shin burned as a bruise started to form, and my heart raced at extreme speeds. The white bipedal tumbled over the coach, but was instantly up. It opened its mouth wide as it charged me again.

"Don't run." I heard from it. Its voice was neither male or female, and was extremely unconvincing.

        Not paying its command any heed, I bolted into the kitchen. The creature screeched as it saw its prey exit the room again. I quickly dug through the cabinets and cupboards, searching for any weapon I could find. As the white monster ran at me with its arms outstretched again, I grabbed the first thing my hand could get a grip on and threw it at the charging menace. This moved to only buy me a little time, as the monster angrily ripped the spoon from its nose.

        The monster ran at me again, and I dived over the table, hitting many sharp and blunt utensils on my way over. The objects clattered to the ground with an incredible amount of noise. The monster screeched again, and ran to the right of the table. I ran to the left. When it changed its course, I did the same. However, the creature quickly figured out what I was trying to do, and instead dived over the table, eager to get its claws into its victim. I wasn't fast enough as he hurtled into me. We both crashed into the wall, and luckily, I was on the outside, so the enemy took most of the blow. As the monster gathered itself, I took my chance and bolted to the kitchen counter. I whipped out a large, cutting knife from one of the cupboards, just as the creature tackled me.

        It roared as its claws dug into my sides. The pain was excruciating, my ribs on painful fire. Its sharp claws scraped on bone as I yelled, my cry echoing through the house. The monster roared again, its gaping mouth stretching a foot taller.

"You die. I eat." it murmured. It withdrew its long claws from my sides and brought them up to my neck. Without thinking, I whipped the cutting knife out and stabbed its arm. It roared, the horrible sound also echoing through the house. It brought up its bleeding limb to its mouth, while the other weakened its grip. I slapped its grotesque hand off of my throat and stabbed it again, this time in the neck.

        Dark blood squirted out from its new wound onto my hand. Its cry was cut short as the black, beady eyes widened. It slowly brought its hand up to its bleeding neck. The creature looked at me as if I had betrayed it somehow. I stared back with dark contempt as I withdrew the large blade, letting a stream of blood flow out. I brought up the blade and slammed it down on the creature's cranium. I heard a bone snapping as the red blade dug into its skull, and its head dangled lifelessly under my grasp. Blood spouted out like a fountain as I withdrew the knife. The monster's body fell to the floor, with one last sickening snap of bones. The awful stench of death instantly filled the room. My panting and stuttering was the only sound in the room for some time.

        My bloody hand clenched up in a fist, and I leaned forward and screamed.  Not because of sheer terror, not because of the fact I almost died, but because I was angry. Angry about everything; angry about the SCP Foundation, angry about the monster, angry about the fact that I couldn't see Connor. Angry about everything wrong and unfair. The scream lasted for about five seconds, before it died down to a sorrowful mutter, full of swears.

        Finally, I convulsed and threw up, the puke spilling all over the gory body beside me. My sides bled freely from the extortion, and then I grunted.

        Then, I threw my fist up, at the air.

"F*CK YOU, SCP FOUNDATION! YOUR GUARDS, YOUR EMPLOYEES, YOUR MONSTERS!" I screamed, slamming my fist down on the hard tile floor. "AND YOU!" I then collapsed, panting and bleeding. When exhaustion and pain finally got the better of me, I slipped into unconsciousness, my last thoughts being: "I am done."