Anderson slowly put the last tile on the floor in the right corner. It stuck instantly to the ground. It was easy to put these tiles together, because they automatically sticked to the surface. Although, that made some complicated methods for grabbing them. They were never really meant to be handled by hands.

Anderson wiped his hands, looking at the room. It was shiny, and white, just like all the other rooms. Rarity had said that it would be used to showcase her favorite pieces. Anderson turned around towards the door. He walked towards it, opening it. Rarity was still working on her pieces, measuring, putting silk together. Anderson saw some of the dresses that she had created just before he opened the door.

"Impressive." Anderson said, walking towards her.

"Isn't it? I take pride in my, beautiful creations. It has to be the best of the very best for the customers!"

"I see. So, you love your customers dearly, Do you?"

"Yes, I do.. They give me their bits, in exchange for these beautiful outfits. If the customer isn't happy, I would feel like I failed them."

"Mmm.. So, do you have any other things that need to be done?"

"No. Not at the moment, at least. I appreciate your help. You are quite, useful."

"Is that so?" Anderson grinned a little bit.

"Mmhmm. I would also like you to tell Twilight that if I ever need help again, to contact you."

"Will do." Anderson said, giving a thumbs-up, then heading towards the exiting doors, opening them, and leaving the Boutique. He could hear Rarity humming happily while she worked on her new dresses and outfits. Anderson looked around, heading down the path to Twilight's house. Stares came from all over, but Anderson didn't mind. While walking, all of a sudden Anderson felt a big force pushing him over onto his side, hitting the ground very hard with a loud 'THUD'.

"O-Oh, sorry. Are you okay?" He heard a dumb founded voice. He looked up to see a Blonde Haired pony, with some sort of uniform on, while carrying lots of packages. A Mail Pony?

"Yeah." Anderson was glad nothing had hit his 'sweet spot'. He stood up on both legs, wiping dust off himself. He looked at the pony.

"I just don't know what went wrong." She looked, sorry. She was definitely sorry. He could hear it in her voice, and see it. Especially, since her eyes are, inverted? Whhaaat?

"It's alright. What's your name?"

"My names Derpy!" She said happily, standing on three hoofs, lifting one to do some sort of salute.

"Nice to meet you Derpy. I'm Anderson. I just, recently moved here." He said. He technically did move in. He lives with Twilight, so he technically did.

"Well, I should be off now, I need to get these letters to Everypony!"

"Alright, I'll see you later, I guess?"

"Yep! Byee!" She said, taking off into the sky, whirling around.

That was interesting.

"Glad ya' noticed. Do you think she has something wrong with her?"

Maybe. She's just like you! I found your pony, Anderson!

"B-What?! You do realize i'm human, Right?!"

For how long you're going to stay here, I don't think you'd care in the future.

"Then, new mission, Let's get the fuck outa here quickly before I make an insane choice like that." Anderson continued walking down the path. It led him straight back to Twilight's house. He entered the small little door, into the library.

"Spike, I thought I told you to re-arrange those boo- Oh hi Anderson!" She looked at Anderson. She looked a bit angry, and put a bit of a forceful smile on as well.

"Eheh. Eheh. Ehhhh.." She said, turning around to yell at Spike once again. Anderson ignored them, going upstairs to the Balcony. He looked outward into the sky.

Life is beautiful here. I don't think you have a reason to go back.

"It is beautiful. But.. This isn't the place for me. Everyone is a pony, and I'm the only human."

That is until you find 1055. If, I even teleported him here, that is. Honestly, I don't remember which ones I did or Didn't teleport. It's a mystery, making the hunt for S.C.P's even more exciting.

"For you. You can't get hurt."

Yes, I can. You get hurt, so do I.

"So you felt that thud when I hit the ground?"

Yep. I don't react to pain, but I feel it definitely.

"Hmm." Anderson was still overlooking the town, ignoring Twilight's distant voice still yelling at Spike, and Spike grunting to push the books back onto the shelf. He closed the doors to the Balcony so he didn't have to listen to it. He looked out once again to see someone in particular that he remembers seeing.

A streak of rainbow.

"Look whose here." Rainbow Dash zoomed to the Balcony, leaving her signature rainbow streak behind her. She landed onto the Balcony with Anderson.

"Heeeeeyyyyy Aaaaaaaaaaaa-"

"Anderson."

"AAaaanderson. How ya' doing? Has Twilight bugged you enough?"

"Actually, she hasn't bugged me at all. Look, Rainbow, I've only lived here for a DAY. A. DAY. It's not like i've even experienced lots of things that this place has to offer. My world is so boring compared to this lovely place!"

"What's it like where you're from?"

"Boring. I never get to see the light of day."

"What does that mean?"

"O- Nothing, nevermind. I'll tell you after I speak with Celestia."

"Heh, Cmon, You can tell me."

"Rainbow, no. I can't."

"Why not?"

"I've told you enough things the whole time we walked from Canterlot to Here. A whole fucking two hours."

"Wow, Language."

"Sorry."

"No need to be sorry Anderson, now someone get's my Language! Finally!" Anderson looked at her. She seemed like the one to Swear, except he never heard her swear at all. Not even the whole two hours they walked. Maybe she changed and only swore in private? Maybe that language was frowned upon here.

"Well, I got to go fix some of the clouds. It's supposed to rain tomorrow, except we haven't done anything. We're way behind schedule. Anyways, I'll be off!" Rainbow aimed at the sky, then jumped, releasing a massive streak of Rainbows, and a huge blast wave of air.

I'd like to see what they'd be able to do with 853. That would be interesting.

"Heh, if you brought it here we might be able to show them."

That would be amazing, their reactions would be amazing to see. And, I wonder, are they like the Mother Nature here?

"I guess so. She did say she had to go make it rain tomorrow."

Quite fascinating, huh?

"Yeah. It is fascinating." Anderson sighed.

What? What's wrong?

"You teleported all the Keter SCP's here, didn't you?"

As I said, I do not remember.

"Fuck. Well, if you did, hopefuly you also teleported some Thaumiel classes as well. We could be able to Counter-Act such S.C.P's with the help of them."

Possibly, Possibly.

S.C.P Containment Facility Foundation [REDACTED]

Facility Operation [REDACTED]

Dr. Anderson

9/15/10

I had to write something today. Something has happened. I don't know what, but something has happened. They have released all N.T.F and M.T.F into the building! They are to shoot and kill all Personnel! I don't know what the hell is going on, and whoever is reading this, I need you to keep these documentation records safe. They contain lots of Document files that cannot be lost!

Anyways, I've been seeing some of my friends and fellow Dr's be killed down the hall. I saw the man in the White Suit, walking down with M.T.F and N.T.F Surrounding him. They are all armed with, some kind of alien like weapons! All it takes is one shot to kill them! No matter where it hits.

I'm scared. This facility, this whole foundation, is going corrupt? Is it going on in any of the other Foundations and Facilities? I don't fucking know! I don't! I just want to get the fuck out of here! They've blocked the doorway, so I can't access outside there. All the S.C.P's are going crazy!

I think I only have one last resort. I'm going to ask S.C.P 001 For a favor. He owes me anyways.

This is the end of this log, and again, who ever is reading this, make sure these documentation records are safe! We cannot lose them! At all costs! I would take it with me, but it's a lot of files to hold, I need to get to the S.C.P 001's containment Center quick without getting shot.

I hope I survive.

[END ENTRY]

"I think that we should try to at least try to find some of the friendlier S.C.P's before we go after the Keter ones. And, we can wait for you to regain that power of yours."

Now listen to me. Using my power isn't something you can use daily, or all the time. It's something that is precious, and that has to be used carefully. I mean, for sake, I am the most powerfulest thing ever created.

"Not as strong as the person who make you."

I guess that's true.

"My question is. What is the answer, to life? Life is everywhere, life is in different dimensions, universes. Who created, life?"

Not even I know. That question will be left un answered.

"Life is a conspiracy. We don't know what is real, or what is not. It is, the most complicated thing to solve."

It may just be impossible.

Anderson saw the Mail Pony whizzing through the air, trying to guide herself.

"Even in life, comes hardship."

I remember when you were born. Your parent's were so caring. They loved you with all they had. I never had that. None of these S.C.P's have that.

"That's the reason why I try to be so friendly with them. Why do you think i'm able to walk into S.C.P 173's containment area, without being killed? I've given them that."

They are like your Children.

"They are more then that. They are ME." The doors behind Anderson opened. Twilight looked at Anderson. She had tried to listen, but she couldn't hear anything that well. She had stopped trying.

"Who you talking to?" She asked curiously.

"Myself. I talk to myself a lot." It was the truth, honestly.

"Well, okay.. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.."

"Okay, well.. I'm going to bed."

"But its not even that dark out!"

"Dark enough." Anderson was secretly going to sleep so he could stir into his thoughts. To be by himself and 001.

"Oh, and do you have a spare bed?"

"In my room."

"Alright, Thanks." Anderson entered her room. A small little bed for spike, who was napping in it. A big bed for Twilight, and another for Anderson to sleep in. Anderson slept in his clothes, laying on top of the bed, on top of the Covers and Blanket. He quickly fell asleep. Anderson was able to do that easily, especially since being in the Foundation, you were always hearing guards Footsteps, and them talking through their Gas Masks.

Author's Note

Hope you guys liked this one. I was listening to

when I wrote this chapter.

This is a longer Chapter, not as long as I hoped it would be. This is to keep things updated. Again, comment any of yours S.C.P's you want added to this story. I will try to add them in as much as I can.

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