”What could possibly go wrong?”… Quite possibly one of the worst combination of words for anybody to ever speak, say, mutter, or shout. In any situation, any place, any time, are you to ever mutter those words. As long as they do not come out of your mouth, you should be fine.

It did not know how long it had been ever since the two legged creatures visited him. They usually visited on a bi-weekly basis to clean his cell. It only made the filth to attract the fragile, fleshy creatures. It usually liked seeing them work, as it distracted it from banging on the walls or destroying any cameras they put in its cell.

It actually did know how long it had been, for being a statue left little to pass the time. So it counted the time. The strange two legged creatures had not visited him for 506 years, 9 weeks, 5 days, 2 hours, 7 minutes, and 59 seconds. It knew that whatever was staring at him was not two legged. It was four legged.

The creatures gazed at it suspiciously, as if it was something to be suspicious of. Everyone and everything in the site knew what it did, so how could these two pony-things stare at it and not be put off? It did not understand why the blast doors had opened to its’ containment chamber, but it did not complain. It relished the fact that the power had gone out, making its job much easier.

The pony-things moved on to the d-class cell area. Snap goes the first pony-creature, but the second had turned around. The pony’s eyes bored into the spray on face, as if trying to instill some sort of fear into the object. Objects cannot feel… It did sometimes feel emotion before making creatures snap. A little twinge of remorse for doing so that made it hesitate. The two legged creatures with the white shirts seemed awfully curious about this development. They even went as far as to place-

Oh. It didn’t even get time to finish the thought before he made the second pony snap. Not even enough time to scream. That was a shame, it always liked its’ victims to feel fear. Yet, the pony was unaware of the object’s true nature. This left it much more freedom to explore and move about. It was a shame that the taller creatures had to leave, they were much easier to snap. Now, it had to bend down to get to the creatures, something that did not make him happy. It let out hiss, similar to that of a python’s when in danger.

It had never liked its prison, and now was the perfect chance to escape. With one swift motion, the statue had managed to crash into the air ducts, leaving it complete access to the entire facility. The statue crawled throughout the maze of ductwork and finally ended up crashing through a particularly rusty section. It fell and smashed through the aged tile beneath it, landing on the concrete floor of the basement.
It could not move, so it knew that it was being watched. It finally did move when the strange being blinked. The statue came face to face with some sort of lizard creature with wings. The creature resembled the other indestructible lizard. The only creature that the statue had failed to kill, but it had been maimed. This creature resembled the folklore of old. The dragon, more importantly, what was behind the dragon-creature took the interest of the statue.

From behind the dragon creature stepped out one of the two-legged creatures, but a sort of sense emanated of this creature. The statue realized that it would not be able to make this thing snap and let out a hiss of annoyance.

The creature seemed to be in a state of shock for a brief moment as if wondering whether or not he would be killed, but quickly snapped out of it. He snapped his fingers and the dragon disappeared. He slowly walked up to the statue and stood in front of it, now face to face. He blinked as if to dare SCP-173, but the statue moved back instead to snapping this man’s neck. The creature let out a deep chuckle and gazed at the statue with an almost friendly stare.

“It is quite a shame one-seven-three. It is a shame that not you, not oh-nine-six, not even one-oh-six! Could cause a breach this massive. I know It has been half a millennia since you have seen anything of the likes of me, but I assure you, they are still out there. Some of them are still in here, those poor souls…” The man’s head hung low for second in a drawn out sigh.

“It was the new thing that caused this. Some THING that even I do not understand, it most certainly came from out of this world and I have been trying for centuries one-seven-three! CENTURIES! To understand the meanings behind that monolith!” He raised his hands to exaggerate his contempt for the object, before lowering them the next second.

His voice sounded defeated. “The real kicker is that every single site had somehow gotten one of these monoliths. Even I do not know how. By the time that the site directors had found out, it was already too late! Now, five hundred years later, we have several races with a developing diarchy. Those two ponies together are as powerful as me, if not then more so…” The man seemed to be struck as he suddenly turned back to the statue, who stood as still as a… well… statue.

“Here I am. The creator of worlds that is unable to create on such a scale anymore talking to a statue that snaps necks for fun.” The man flinched back when the statue let out a defiant hiss. “Yes, I’m sorry. I forgot that you could feel emotion one-seven-three.” The man smiled wearily at the annoyed statue. He brushed one hand on the dusty white suit and let out a deep sigh.

“I could not do anything for those that have been created, but who am I to do something about it now? Let’s watch as a new society of intelligent and sophisticated ponies develops with the help of thaumatical energy. Perhaps this new world will do better than what mankind has done. From what I heard all those years ago, the unleashing of all these dangerous creatures drove all those countries over the edge.” He stopped and hung his head. “I don’t understand why they used nuclear weapons, but that is their choice. Did not help in the end.”

“All good things must come to an end. Which is why I had the old AI accept a favor for me. I gave it complete control of the servers and computers in the site. In return, it would slowly release all of them on different dates. You are the first one.” He raised his head back up and smiled directly into the statue’s face, instilling a sense of happiness in the statue, who was finally free. After many decades of being locked in one room it was finally free.

“You are free to go. Just don’t kill too much… one-oh-six did a good enough job with the wendigos at the start of it all...

Author's Note

Fixed, and this is not an actual chapter, just a side story.