Well now I know the foundations records aren't perfect, but they do block what others shouldn't be seeing. Anyways, This is supposed to be the part where the story begins, but you must understand me when I say this. You have to understand, here at the foundation, we have to be experimented on, and are forced to be held captive against our will. One of the worst things is that we all are called SCP's all the time. But enough about that, you want to know more about the foundation and the other SCP's. Don't ya.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed we were no longer in Cloudsdale, but in some weird building. The walls were completely white, and everypony was looking unnerved just by being the same room as me. As I try to move my hooves to stand I see what looks like a spear pointed directly at my face.

"Halt, don't move or else we will use force against you." The pony before me says to me. I could care less but my first question was answered as a pony wearing a white lab coat.

"Hello, it must be rough having to wake up in a new location for no reason. If you're wondering I am Dr. L, and I will be the doctor helping you and Rainbow adjust to the foundation. All I want to know is this." He said as five pony models are placed in front of me, five behind, and one on each of my sides. "Now I want you to stand up, and attack the five targets in front of you, the five behind you, but protect the two at your sides. Begin. Now!" L shouts as he taps his hoof onto the floor. I slowly start to stand up without much resistance. The first thing I notice is that the targets are wearing orange jumpsuits that read D-class personnel. As I slowly stand up I think the targets move away, like they flinched. Now that I'm fully standing I start growling at the targets 'Wait I've never growled, I try to be as friendly as possible.' as I approach them, my vision enhances and I can start hearing voices in my head. 'I don't want to die.' 'Please let me live, I've learned my lesson, I'll be a better pony.' 'No! no. Get away!' while I hear the voices in my head I start to get angry. When I do that I feel something in the back of my mind snap. Any and all control I had went away, as I flew straight into the nearest target, and as my hooves connect with its simulated face I see my hooves are on fire melting it. As this goes on I start to feel sick, that's when I look down, and what I see disgusts me. The targets face was being burned and the smell of burning flesh reached my nostrils. What truly made me revolt, was that as its face burned it screamed in terror and pain as flesh burned away, the bones were charred black or burned away completely. All that was left of its face was the back half of its head, as blood and grey matter started to pool at the front of where its face once was.

That was when I realized I just murdered another pony, and liked it. The other "targets" stared on in wide eyed horror as they realized not only were fates sealed, but nothing would save them. As I took flight I looked at a mare trying to look as small as possible in the corner. 'Orange kind gives you away.' As I hovered there I got to wondering, if I can create fire, could I create beams of fire or fire projectiles. With that in mind I turned my attention two a group of about four "targets" huddling together for protection, perfect. I started to concentrate all my energy to my front hooves, I start to feel a small surge of heat, and when I look down I see a small ball of fire. 'Based on the power this has I'll only get one shot.' Knowing that I put my hooves out in front of me, and fired the small ball at the group. The thing is, that ball of fire hit one of the "target" that it hit, though not a direct hit, did immediately combusts, screaming in agony as it's burned alive as it fell dead, charred black and looking like charcoal. The next few minutes are spent with me wailing on the other targets. To spare you a long and boring fight scene, I'll tell you how the final eight "targets" died. Two of them had their necks broken, three of them I hung with their entrails, one had its bones broken, and bleed out on the floor from the exposed and open wounds, the last two caused me to come to terms with what I realized a long time ago, these weren't targets, but living*, breathing* ponies.

The second to last one looked me in the eyes, and smiled at me as I was lifting him up in the air, before I launched him at the floor head first, resulting in his head exploding in a display of blood and brains all over the rooms floor. 'You know the floor and parts of the walls now have a nice coat of blood covering them' I thought. The pony whose death who touched me the most was a mare, a pegasus to be exact. Her death touched home, because of what she said as I slowly crushed her head. "NO! Please spare me, I have a loving family. My husband, and two beautiful foals, you wouldn't cause two foals to go motherless, would you." I hesitated, and let her stand up from under my left fore-hoof. 'Now understand, it wasn't me who killed her, but the late, Dr. Redhoof, who killed her.

"I would kill you, but I refuse to hurt a family in any way." I tell her. As she turns to walk away I hear the sound of a body hitting the ground, and a soft splat. As I turn around the thing I see causes my blood to boil. The mare I spared was stabbed in the head by a doctor standing nearby with a smile on his face. What he said to me was the most fucked up thing ever.

"So close, you almost passed, but fell victim to her lies, now then, go back to see your 'precious' Rainbow Dash. You freak." He spat. Yeah no. That's it no more of your shit, she had a family,Rainbow is the only friend I have, you do not insult her, or kill a mother for the sake of killing.

"You little shit. I've had it with this place, if you wanted to see a monster well then get ready, because I will make this quick." I growl at him. Before he can register what I told him I ran up to him , grabbing hold of his head. Instead of merely breaking his neck, I twist his head a full 360 degrees around, forcing his neck bones to internally shatter his jugular vein, killing him while causing massive internal bleeding. Before I can continue to mutilate his body further than I did, I'm suppressed by the ponies I saw before.

"Now now Phoenix, you must control that temper, but don't worry. You will see Rainbow in a few minutes, when you wake up again, you and her will be reunited, then the true experiments can begin. This was merely to see how you'd react to other ponies, and I'd say you did poorly, don't worry. So did Rainbow. Luckily for you both, you two will be placed in the same containment room. I will also conduct interviews to see how you two are progressing, and what object class to place you two in. So, for now. Goodbye" He says as he puts on a gas mask as the room is filled with this strange gas.Getting tired, wait this is knockout gas! I think to myself as my vision slowly fades to black as my consciousness fades.

"Uh. That's what. Six SCP events this week alone, alright put the two new subjects with the other four. Now! That was on order." L tells the other ponies in the room.

"Sir. not to question direct orders, but are you sure putting two potential Keter class objects with those four is the best idea."

"yes, Lieutenant. I do" L tells the lieutenant. "Alright sir, as you wish. Alright men you heard him put these two in with the other four SCP's" he calls out to the others. A series of yes sirs rang out through out the room.

As I slowly regained consciousness, I notice that I'm on a cart with Rainbow being wheeled to a room marked with the words "SCP foundation:Site 19"

"Welcome to the foundation you two, or as you'll know it. Your worst nightmare." I don't like how he said that so nonchalantly, as we were taken into the room we were blinded by the brightness, and lead into the room and to the unknown.

Author's Note

If you haven't figured it out yet, when ever 'this' appears in the story, the modern Phoenix is telling you his two cents on something.
Also, if the stories chapters point of view changes, the P.O.V. will be stated in all caps stating who ever's telling their part of the story.(Yes, you probably knew this, but you know, kinda have to do this thing now. So, thanks for nothing you good for nothing second voice in my head. Not the third one, he's cool; I named both of them)