The Foundation

Chapters

Freak Show.
So...it's safe?
Wouldn't Wanna be Buried in That.
Zombies aren't real! Right?
Secret Cure for Cancer?
3-D Specs.
Where!?
Cadance's Notes
The Plague Doctor.
Object Class: Thaumiel
SCP-2219-2
SCP-105
The Worst of the Worst.
Something Bad Happens.
A Bad Composition
Subject D-9341's Personal File
The Recall Protocol
Is it Over?
More people.
Old AI
A Discussion.
Welcome.
Things Go Bad.
Cup 'o' Joe?
Finding some Assistance

Freak Show.

Author's Note

Oh, yeah. I don't own anything.
Except a computer. The SCP Foundation belongs to....
um......
4chan?
I honestly have no clue who thought of it.
But whoever did is a genius.
(Not 4chan. I meant the wiki.)

Freak Show.

As the mechanical door opened, they were greeted by two ponies in helmets and armor carrying assault rifles. They wore bulletproof vests, and their under armor was the colour white. Their helmets had a yellow visor that covered their faces.

They seemed off-duty, laying on the wall like slackers would do. Behind them was a second gate, that read, "Gate A". But as soon as they caught sight of Celestia, they immediately went into full awareness mode.

"I saw that, private." Shining Armor told them. "You both be alert at all times, or I'll put you on keter duty."
"Yes sir." said the one on the left with a male voice.

"Private, tell the control room to open the front gate please." Armor told the pony on the right.
"Yes sir." said the pony, who had a female voice.

The mare took off her helmet, revealing that she was a changeling.

She reached for her radio, and held down a button as she spoke:
"This is security officer O'Neil, requesting the front gate to open." the changeling said.

Seconds later, she got a radio call back. "O'Neil, copy that request. Opening front gate."

Right after, the second gate opened, and inside was......

"Whoa." said Rainbow Dash.

Inside were hundreds of ponies, changelings, griffins, and zebras. Some were talking, dressed in scientist and researcher clothes. Others were dressed as Janitors, mopping the floor, and drinking coffee.

And five of them were crude looking, tattooed individuals in orange jumpsuits.

Celestia led them down the filled hallway door that said, "Heavy Containment Zone". She took out her keycard, that had a blue rim at the top that said "Omni".

She led them through a tunnel, and then to a tall staircase. When they reached the top, she walked over to a door and pressed the button beside it. The door opened, and revealed they were on top of a bridge.

But as soon as they started through the bridge, something caught Rarity's eye.

"Oh, my! Your majesty?" The mare said.
"Yes, Rarity?" the sun princess asked. Everyone stopped walking and looked back.

"W-what on earth is that....thing!?" she said, pointing at the sign on the wall that read:

SCP-106

Object Class: Keter

Sentient and Violent

Beside this information was a picture of what looked to be a colt, but with a broken horn and and a black vest. His coat, however, looked to be covered in... some strange substance. He smiled an evil looking smile.

"Ah. That is SCP-106. He is contained in here."

"Contained? Where?" asked Twilight.
"In there." Cadence pointed towards a large cube like structure. "He's in that."

"Ya know, that seems a kinda like overkill for just one colt." Dash said. "How bad can he be?"

With a sigh, Cadence told the mare, "He can go through walls and the floor. He also takes his victims to a 'Pocket Dimension'. It's a strange place that his victims have to go through."

Rainbow looked at the princess, wide-eyed. "Oh." she said as she looked around nervously.

"Really?" Twilight said with fascination "Does anyone come out of his 'Pocket Dimension'?"
"Well, a few people have." Cadence stated. "The first one was an agent. I can't tell you his name, because that's classified. But I can tell you that he stayed alive for an hour after. He was beat up pretty bad."

"Has anyone survived?"
"Yes. One has survived. But he came out with a limp."

Interesting, Twilight thought.

"Wait, something doesn't fit." Dash said.

"If he can go through walls and all that stuff, why doesn't he just get out and go on a rampage or something?"

"Yeah! Why doesn't he just get out and be a super meanie and stuff?" Pinkie Pie asked, who, for whatever reason had been silent the entire time.

"Well, inside the cube is ultraviolet rays that are being projected, that cause him to think that he doesn't want to leave." Cadence told them.
"He can leave whenever he wants to, but when the rays are being produced inside his chamber, he just....doesn't want to."

"Coooooooooool." Rainbow said with awe, as she looked at the cube.

"Um, can we continue?" Rarity asked. "Knowing that...horrid man is in there is just plain....disturbing."

When they finally got to their destination, many were confused.

"Another one?" Fluttershy asked nervously. She was silent too, but that wasn't a surprise.
"Yep. We'll explain everything in there." Shining said as he opened the door with his keycard.

As they walked inside, another sign was beside the door.

SCP-035

Object Class: Keter

Sentient Object

Beside the info was a picture of a traditional comedy theater mask.

So...it's safe?

"I apologize for that." Celestia said as she led everyone out of the heavy containment zone. "Now, we can confirm that D-6438 is dead."

"Good. I kind of feel bad for him though." Twilight said.

"Yes, so do I. I'm actually thinking for different policies for the Class-D personnel."

"Like?"

"Well," explained the princess, "Only Class-D personnel on death row should be terminated."

"Hmmm....that seems fair."

"And maybe, they can apply for a level 0 position-that's janitors, cooks, low level staff."

"That makes sense."

She turned to everyone. "We will be looking at a few in the light containment zone."

"So, no more of what we saw?" Rarity asked.

"No. Well, nothing like that." Cadance said.

"By the way, since you are all affiliated with this project, you can start working here." Shining stated.

"Wait, seriously?" Rainbow Dash said. "No way! I'm gonna be the best security guard ever!"

"I'm looking forward to the experiments." Twilight said. "How about you, Rarity?"

"Well...." she said hesitantly. "I would join the research department. But only if I test and experiment with only safe ones."

"That can happen." Luna told her.

"Ah'll be a guard. It'll suit me better." Applejack said.

"What do you want to be, Pinkie?" Twilight asked.

"I dunno. Ooh! Wait! I'll be a helper mare! I'll help people! And plan parties for workers!" Pinkie hopped up and down with an abnormally large smile on her face.

"Okay then." Twilight said.

They left the Heavy Containment Zone, and walked down a hall to see a dozen Class-D personnel lining up.

They walked through the entrance zone area, and opened the door that said "Light Containment Zone". A door to the side was opened with a quick push of a button. There were two doors, one on the left and the right.

The one on the left read:

SCP-1025

Object Class: Safe

Existential Threat

Beside it was a picture of a simple book, labeled "The Encyclopedia of Common Diseases.". There was a black line where the publisher should be.

"If your'e wondering, we blurred out the publishers name due to classified reasons." Cadance told them.

"If this book is labeled "safe", then it's not harmful?" Rarity asked.

"No, it is harmful." Celestia said. "Can I tell you something funny?"

"Princess...." Shining glared.

"When your brother labeled it, he originally classified it as keter." Celestia said while giggling like a schoolfilly.

"What's so funny about that?" the 6 said in unison.

"He described it as a weapon capable of destroying all life on earth! When it was this easy for it not to!" Celestia said while laughing.

Twilight started laughing. But the other 5 didn't get it.

"Let's just go in, this is getting awkward. Shining whispered to his wife.

Cadance used her level 4 keycard to open the door. Inside was the book, sitting on a concrete cube.
Shining took out his radio and spoke: "This is Commander Armor, Head of Security. I am requesting 5 Class-D personnel to SCP-1025's containment chamber, over."

10 minutes later, five Class-D personnel arrived.

"Do you want to conduct this experiment, Twilight?" Celestia asked her.
"Really?" Twilight said, surprised.
"Yes, really. Just go in there and tell him to flip to a random page. Then, right down what happens and how he feels like."
"Got it."

Shining pointed to one of the Class-D personnel, a zebra. "You." he told him. "Get in there."
The zebra looked around, and said "Me?"
"Yes you, who do you think I'm talking to, the guy beside you, with the punchable face? Now."
The zebra hurried inside.

Twilight and the zebra waited until they closed the door.

"Okay, subject....what's your designation?" she asked the zebra.
"Uh....... 21734."
Twilight wrote that down. Subject: D-21734. Zebra, age

"Age?" she asked him.

"31." he told her.

She added that to the notes. Subject: D-21734. Zebra, age 31.
"Okay, I want you to take this book, and flip to a random page and read it."

"Okay." he said as he picked up the book. He chose a page.
"What does it say?" she asked.
"Uh, it says Common Cold.
Subject: D-21734. Zebra, age 31.
Test: Common Cold page.

"Good. Tell me when you finish."

1 minute later, D-21734 sneezed. Then again. And again. "Can you get me a-*achoo* a tissue? *achoo*"

Twilight wrote this down as well.
Subject: D-21734
Zebra, male, age 31.
Test: Common Cold page.
Result: Subject repeatedly sneezed. Asked for tissues. Subject apparently had a common cold.

The door opened. It was Cadance, who upon hearing sneezing, had decided to check it out.
"Can we get some tissues and medicine?" Twilight asked.
"Sure...." she said.

Subject: D-21734
Zebra, male, age 31.
Test: Common Cold page.
Result: Subject repeatedly sneezed. Asked for tissues. Subject apparently had a common cold, and showed all symptoms of a common cold.
Subject given tissues and medicine.

Twilight watched as the zebra was taken to the medical ward.

The remaining 4 Class-D watched the zebra be taken off.

"You. Come here." Shining told a Class-D. The Class-D was a female pony, with an orange coat and red hair. She hesitantly walked up to the captain. "Go inside." he told her.

She went inside, and same as before, Twilight asked her questions.

Subject: D-085
Pony, female, age 27.
Test:

The same test before, but this time the page, Chicken Pox was read.

"Geez, what's up with this?" she said, itching herself all over.

Subject: D-085
Pony, female, age 27.
Test: Chicken Pox page
Result: Subject reported being extremely itchy, unbuttoning her shirt and itching her upper body. Subject asked for itching cream. Subject given itching cream as requested.

"Interesting...." Twilight thought.
Whoever read one of these pages, they would get the illness. Twilight inspected the front cover, revealing the publishers name to be Coltan Press.

A new Class-D came inside. A changeling. He was slightly surprised at Twilight being in the room.

Subject: D-9969
Changeling, male, age 42.
Test:

He quickly flipped to a page.
"What page?" Twilight asked him.
"Cardiac Arre-" he started.
D-9969 gasped, and clutched his chest. He fell to the floor.

Twilight stared at his body.
Shakily, she wrote down the log.

Subject: D-9969
Changeling, male, age 42.
Test: Cardiac Arrest page.
Result: Subject died. Apparent heart attack.

She thought a moment, and added something else.

I have requested the discontinuation of testing with SCP-1025. This is a slaughter of Class-D personnel. It is almost useless.
-Researcher Sparkle

Shining flipped open the door, and stared down at D-9969's corpse.

"You take a break. I'll send someone to get rid of the body. You okay, Twily? You look pale."

Wouldn't Wanna be Buried in That.

After that test, Twilight was pretty shaken up. She wanted to see an SCP that was not.....lethal.

"What's wrong?" Cadance asked as she registered Twilight as a level 2 researcher.

"That changeling......I just saw him die of a heart attack." Twilight said quietly.

"Don't feel bad, Twilight. It wasn't your fault. How would you know that he would flip to a lethal page?"

"I just....I think that....it was my fault...."

"What!? Twilight, don't you think that! It wasn't your fault!" Cadance exclaimed.

"Why would the page "Cardiac Arrest" be in a disease book!? Everyone knows that those are cases of organ failures!" Twilight said, almost shouting.

"I don't know. But you did not make him choose that page." Cadance assured her.

".......Yeah." Twilight said quietly.

"Good. Now, put this on." Cadance handed her a researcher outfit. An orange tie and a white shirt and pants.

"We're going to SCP-895's next. Need to file a report." Shining said.

Hopefully this won't be too bad, Twilight thought.

On the way, Shining beckoned Rarity, and told Rainbow Dash and Applejack to stand guard. They both had assault rifles, and wore the standard gear that guards wear. The only thing missing was their helmet and visor.

They went to the Heavy Containment Zone, and soon reached another chamber. The sign beside the door read:

SCP-895

Object Class: Euclid

Cognitoazard

Beside this information was a picture of an ordinary coffin. It looked to be made of oak. It looked like something that could be made by an earth pony.

Shining entered his keycard, which read "Level 3". It was an orange colour.

They were lead into a room with a staircase that lead far down. A room beside them consisted of a security monitoring station. One of the monitors showed SCP-895. It stood motionless at the bottom. Why was it so abnormal? Twilight thought.

"If your wondering, SCP-895 cause hallucinations and disruptions in video. It can also cause severe psychological trauma and hysteria in most subjects. So, in short, if you see anything disturbing or strange through the camera feed, it's normal." Cadance said.

Wow, Twilight thought. That was simplified quickly.

"Is there anything inside of it?" Twilight asked.

"No." Shining said. "We sent a Mobile Task Force unit to retrieve it. They opened it, and their headsets bugged out."

"Geez. How was it discovered?"

"At the mortuary, security camera's had disruptions. We questioned the staff, and as it turns out, nobody knew who, when or how it was transferred. So we bag and tagged it, and know it's here." Shining said matter-of-factly.

"Interesting. No...marks or signage?"

"Nope. We checked that a loooong time ago."

"Can I see it?"

This question shocked them both Cadance and Shining.

"I don't think so, Twily." Shining said, being her protective big brother as always. "I don't want to give you a Class-A amnesiac."

"Um...okay...but why can't I just go down? Only cameras can affect me whilst looking at it."

"Well...." Shining said. He was a bit...overprotective of his sister.

"Pleeaasse?" Twilight asked extra little sister-like.

"Well, okay. But the second you feel strange, I'm calling it quits. Got it?"

"Got it."

Twilight went, alone, down to the object. It was a long, spiraling stairway.

When Twilight got to the bottom, she saw another guard. "Excuse me, would you step out for a minute? I'm conducting an experiment."

"Sorry miss, I can't do that." the guard said. "Someone has to be guarding this place at all times."

"Can't you make an exception?"

"Nope. 05's orders."

Twilight sighed, and started through.

The coffin loomed before her. It was nothing out of the order, just a normal, oak coffin.

The intercom started up. "Can you hear me, Twily?" her brothers voice sounded.

"Yeah. What now?"

"Okay, I should probably be seeing some strange stuff on the camera feed."

"Alright..."

"Uh, oh. Here it co- Oh. Oh! OH!" her brother screamed over the intercom.

Twilight ran out of the room. "Are you okay?" she called out up the stairwell.

No answer.

"Sir?" the security guard called.

"I'm fine." his voice called back. "SCP-895's security feed affecting properties just happened. Caught me by surprise, is all."

"Okay... I think I'm ready to come up now. This thing scares me. And I'm not just saying that. I'm afraid of it." Twilight said.

"....Alright. Come on up."

Twilight head up the stairs. The metal clanged under her hooves as she walked.

"You okay?" her brother asked as he came out of the control room.

"Yeah. I'm fine." she said.

"Okay. Just-just take it easy, alright?" he told her.

"Got it." Twilight said.

"Want me to order you a coffee?"

"No thank you. I'll just have some tea."

"Okay. Oh, by the way, there's a Euclid-class SCP that I can show you."

"Where?"

"In the cafeteria."

Author's Note

Here we go. A "famous" SCP is coming up. Can anyone guess?
I'll give you a hint.
Test: Something to Destroy 682.
Result: Boom.
SCP: SCP-294

Zombies aren't real! Right?

Before the test with SCP-008, Twilight went and retrieved 2 other Class-D's. One was a male pony, and the other was a female griffin.
They headed to the heavy containment zone. Twilight attempted to enter, but the door wouldn't accept her keycard. Shining later told her that Level 3's and up can access the Heavy Containment.

They reached it's chamber. The sign read:

SCP-008

Object Class: Euclid

Biological Hazard

"Stand here." Shining ordered the Class-D's. They stood at the door.
Him and Twilight went inside the observatory room. Shining pressed a button on the control panel. This caused the door to open.

Shining picked up the intercom.
"All Class-D personnel, enter the containment chamber." he said. D-9341 and, the girl griffin what Twilight had realized was D-2176, entered.
"Where's the other one?" Twilight asked. The other Class-D had not entered.
Shining picked up the intercom once again. "Subject D-8554, enter the containment chamber or you will be terminated." he said angrily.

Twilight could see D-8554, the pony, with a blue coat, with a blue mane, rolling his blue eyes outside.

"This is your last warning! You have 5 seconds to comply!" he yelled.

D-8554 chuckled.

Shining nodded towards the guard in the room.
"Shoot him once. If he doesn't comply, shoot him again. If he still disobeys, he will be designated for termination." he told the guard.

"Yes sir." the guard went out of the room. Twilight could hear faint yelling. Then, a *POP*.

Not long after, D-8554 walked into the chamber, clutching his arm from a bloody gunshot wound.

"Please approach SCP-008 for testing."

D-9341, D-2176, and D-8554 approached what seemed to be a pipe like object, with a built in plate in the middle. A type of gas rose from the plate.

"D-2176, please put one claw in the plate and touch SCP-008."

D-2176, with slight hesitation, placed her claw into the plate.

"How do you feel, D-2176?"

Shining placed the sound transmission on, so he could hear her answer.
"Uh...nothing...um...ugh..." D-2176 said weakly.
"You look sick. Are you alright?" he asked her.

"I..I feel...like throwing up..." she said with a cough. D-9341 and D-8554 looked at each other. They both backed away, sensing danger.

"I f-feel...like I'm...dying...*gak*..." D-2176 falls to the ground.
D-9341 and D-8554 slowly walk towards her corpse. D-9341 nudges her body with a push of his hole-ridden foot.

Shining whispers something to the guard. Shining hands his pistol to the guard. The guard nods and leaves the room. Shining opens the door.
The guard hands D-9341 Shining's pistol. He quickly hurries out before Shining closes the door again.

"Ugh...."

"Wha-" D-8554 says. "Did...did she just move?"

D-2176's corpse moves it's shoulder. Then, it get's up on it's knees. Twilight gets spots D-2176's face. It's almost...feral.

"Subject D-2176 is to be referred to as SCP-008-2 from now on." Shining says into the intercom.

D-2176...or, SCP-008-2....is standing up. She starts walking slowly towards D-9341 and D-8554. They both quickly run away to the corner of the room.

D-9341 takes out the pistol that was given to him earlier. He aims at SCP-008-2's chest. He yells at her to stay calm. Then, he fires.

SCP-008-2 staggers. But quickly resumes position and keeps on going to the Class-D's.

With SCP-008-2 closing in, and her brother remaining emotionless, Twilight had to do something. Anything.

With the least amount of thinking she's ever done in her life, Twilight did something drastic. Stupid, even.

She opened the door.

Shining noticed almost immediately. So did the Class-D's.

D-9341 dashed out of the room faster than Rainbow would. D-8554 was coming behind fast as well, but tripped on his way out.

Unfortunately, SCP-008-2 was already close enough. 008-2 leaped onto D-8554's body and started to eat him. D-8554 screamed and hollered.

Sickening crunches were heard as Shining immediately closed the door.

"Test over." Shining said. He opened the door to collect D-9341, who's eyes were as wide as pizzas. Poor changeling.

"I'll take him back to his cell." Shining told her. He seemed furious. That was understandable.

Before leaving, Twilight stayed to read SCP-008's file, which was lying on the table:

Item #: SCP-008

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-008 samples have been deemed Class V extreme biological hazards, and all related protocols apply. Incineration and irradiation measures will be deployed in the event of political or military action which may result in the facility being dismantled; a power failure; or zero communications from operatives or outside channels during any given eight hour period.

The quarantine period for operatives leaving the facility is four months. If a breach has occurred, incineration and irradiation measures shall be deployed. It should be the policy of all G2 sites to not prepare an evacuation procedure.

Description: SCP-008 is a complex prion, samples of which are stored in each of the known G2 sites. Research into SCP-008 is highly classified and primarily aimed at preventing research which may lead to the synthesis of SCP-008 in the distant future. Traits of the SCP-008 prion include:

-100% infectiousness.
-100% lethality.
-Transmission through exposed mucous membranes and all bodily fluids.
-Not airborne or waterborne.
Symptoms of infection with SCP-008 manifest no more than three hours after exposure, and include:

-Flu-like symptoms with high fever, plus severe dementia in later stages.
-Coma onset approximately 20 hours after first symptoms appear and 12 hours after noticeable dementia. Coma onset will be considered onset of death.
-A period of sporadic cellular necrosis occurs which comes to resemble gangrene. Surviving tissue assumes its original function and is highly resilient.
-Red blood cells greatly increase oxygen storage capacity, resulting in slower blood flow and increased muscle endurance and strength.
-Nervous and muscular systems are unaffected by total organ failure for several hours.
-Metabolism may decrease to extremely low levels, allowing subject to survive for over 10 years without nutrition.
-High blood viscosity results in negligible blood flow from gunshot, puncture, and slashing injuries.
-Conditioned behavior, motor controls, and instinctive behavioral mechanisms are damaged, and cognitive abilities are severely retarded and erratic. Animals experience excessive brain necrosis and are inactive.
-Subject can adapt to its damaged nervous systems but is limited to basic physical activities, including standing up, balancing on two legs, walking, biting, grabbing, and crawling. Subject will energetically move towards sights, sounds, and smells it associates with living humans. -Subject will attempt to ingest living individuals if physical contact is made.
-Neutralizing fully-infected subjects requires significant cranial trauma.

There is strong evidence to suggest SCP-008 itself did not form naturally in Equestria, since variants of similar complexity would have displaced much of the ecosystem. In 1959, a short collaborative effort with the UGSR to locate G2 sites and eliminate SCP-008 was negotiated following their discovery. The status of SCP-008 in Griffin custody since collaboration ended is unknown.

Addendum 008-1: SCP-500 has been found to be able to completely cure SCP-008 even in the advanced stages of the disease.

"Cadance," Twilight asked her, who was sipping a coffee in the cafeteria, which she would bet her life on was from SCP-294. "I just read the file on SCP-008. I was wondering..."

"What were you wondering?" Cadance asked her.

"Could you take me to SCP-500?"

Author's Note

I gotta say, this was pretty brutal to write.
By the way, for the document on SCP-008, I just copied and pasted it from the wiki.
I'm allowed to do that, right? I don't wanna get sued or anything like that.
Also, USGR=The Union of Griffin Socialist Republics.

Secret Cure for Cancer?

Item #: SCP-500

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-500 must be stored in a cool and dry place away from bright light. SCP-500 is only allowed to be accessed by personnel with level 4 security clearance to prevent misapplication.

Description: SCP-500 is a small plastic can which at the time of writing contains forty-six (46) red pills. One pill, when taken orally, effectively cures the subject of all diseases within two hours, exact time depending on the severity and amount of the subject's conditions. Despite extensive trials, all attempts at synthesizing more of what is thought to be the active ingredient of the pills have been unsuccessful.

Note From Dr. █████:
SCP personnel below Level 3 are now banned from handling SCP-500. This is not to be used to [DATA EXPUNGED]. Get AIDS and then ask permission.

Request 500-1774-k
Dr. [500-0022F] has requested one (1) SCP-500 pill for testing with SCP-038. Request has been approved.

Request 500-1862-b
Dr. Gears has requested one (1) SCP-500 pill for testing in SCP-914. Request has been approved.

Request 500-2354-f
Dr. █████████ has requested one (1) SCP-500 pill for testing with SCP-253. Request denied.

Request 500-5667-e
Dr. Gibbons has requested two (2) pills of SCP-500 for his personal medkit. Request denied.

Addendum 500-1: Two (2) pills have been authorized for use with SCP-008. As a result of conducting a series of tests on Class D subjects infected with SCP-008, it appears that even in the most advanced stages of the disease one whole pill will accomplish full recovery. Number of pills is fifty-seven (57) at the time of writing. - Dr. [500-0021D]

Addendum 500-2: One (1) pill has been authorized for use with SCP-409. SCP-500 was tested on Subject 409-D5 who was exposed to the effects of SCP-409. Complete recovery accomplished. See Addendum 409-1. Number of pills is fifty-six (56) at the time of writing. - Dr. [500-0021D]

Addendum 500-4: Request 500-1774-k approved. Five (5) pills have been used in experimentation with SCP-038. It has been determined that SCP-038 is capable of duplicating SCP-500; however, the success of the duplicated pills is limited. The duplicated pills are only effective in curing the subject 30% of the time, with chance of successful healing dropping as time since cloned increases. In 60% of the cases where the infection is permanent, symptoms of infection remain, though further infestation is neutralized. Repeated dosing with SCP-038 cloned pills is recommended for all personnel suffering from incurable conditions, as supply of SCP-500 remains extremely limited. All five (5) used samples of SCP-500 were returned. Number of pills is fifty-six (56) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-5: During experiments with SCP-038, one (1) pill was stolen by personnel D-██████ to, reportedly, [DATA EXPUNGED]. Stricter controls for samples of SCP-500 given to other projects is suggested. Personnel D-██████ has been terminated. Number of pills is fifty-five (55) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-6: One (1) pill has been used with SCP-231-4. Number of pills is fifty-four (54) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-7: One (1) pill has been used for Experiment 447-a. Number of pills is fifty-three (53) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-8: One (1) pill has been used with SCP-208. Number of pills is fifty-two (52) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-9: Request 500-1862-b approved. One (1) pill of SCP-500 is placed within SCP-914 with the setting at "Fine". Resulting object classified as SCP-427. Number of pills is fifty-one (51) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-10: Five (5) pills have been taken for the Olympia Project although only two (2) were used. The remaining three (3) will be returned shortly. Upon return, number of pills will be forty-nine (49).

Addendum 500-11: Two (2) pills have been used for Experiment 217-█████-█████. Number of pills is forty-seven (47) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-12: Request to have SCP-500 investigated for mental compulsion leading to obsessive fixation denied for triviality.

Addendum 500-13: One (1) pill has been used in a attempt to duplicate the pill by a duplication spell preformed by Dr. Candenza. Test resulted in pill being split in half. Number of pills is forty-six (46) at the time of writing.

"Hmm..." Twilight said as she read the page. "So, it can cure everything?"

"That's what we believe. Further tests are waiting approval."

"Well, why can't we use this to cure everybody? Can't we use a duplication spell?"

"We tried. It didn't work. All that happened was the pill splitting into two. But I'm pretty sure you read that." Cadance said.

"I did." she told her. "I just don't understand why it didn't work."

"Me neither." Cadance said. "I guess that it's magic resistant, or something."

"Well, can it cure cancer?"

"Probably. We may be able to find out. With my aunt's approval."

Cadance took a sip of her coffee. "I heard about that 'incident' with SCP-008."

"Yeah. Only one of them survived. D-9341."

"D-9341? I went over his report. Changeling robbed a bank. Shot 4 guards. Death row." Cadance stated.

"Really."

"Yep."

"Wonder what he's doing now..."

"Probably sitting in his cell, bored out of his mind."

...

"Wait, why would you want to know that?"

Twilight looked up. Why would she? He's just a dirty cop killer. Why would she be concerned?

"Do you like him?"

"Wh-what!? That's ridiculous! Of course I don't!" Twilight exclaimed, blushing.

"Really? Then why are you blushing?" Cadance asked.

Twilight was redder than a tomato. "Well, I guess he is kind of handsome..." she said, not making eye contact.

"I knew it. You like him!" Cadance said smiling.

"I don't. I just think he's handsome. Nothing serious." Twilight said as her cheeks returned to her normal shade of purple.

"He is handsome. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"It's fine. Can we see 500?"

"Sure. I won't let you take any though."

"Don't worry, I understand the rules."

Cadance led Twilight to the Light Containment Zone. They went to 500's chamber.

The sign at the door said:

SCP-500

Object Class: Safe

Strangely, there was no hazard sign.

There was a metal safe, in a small room that was dimly lit. The observatory room had two main buttons: Chamber Door, and Safe Door.

Twilight pressed both buttons. She went in as Cadance watched. Twilight picked up the plastic can. It was labeled "Pills". she opened the can and picked up one of the 46 pills. She inspected it, and then placed it back inside.

"Interesting. I'll definitely have to test this sometime. I have a great idea! Maybe using one of these to cure diseases from SCP-1025!"

"That's actually a good idea. I'll check that later."

They walked to the cafeteria.

"Ever wonder how 500 was made?" Twilight asked.

"All the time. We're trying to figure that out." Cadance replied.

"If you do, you may be able to save thousands-no, millions-of lives."

"We better get cracking then."

Author's Note

SCP-500 is a blessing. It would be awesome if we could find an actual pill that cures everything.
But that would make a bunch of people die at Black Friday. Seriously.

3-D Specs.

"I have something to show you." Cadance said. "SCP-178. It's pretty disturbing."

"More disturbing than 008?" Twilight asked.

"You could say that."

They went to the Light Containment Zone. After going through a few intersections, they came to a room, with a sign on it labeled

SCP-178

Object Class: Euclid

Cognitohazard

Beside the info, a picture of some old-fashioned 3-D glasses was shown. "I'll need some Class-D's. Wait for me here. But whatever you do, do not, I repeat, DO NOT put the glasses on." she ordered.

"Alright..." Twilight said with a wary look.

She went in the observatory room. The 3-D specs sat at the end of the big empty room, on a wooden column.
What's so weird about this? Twilight thought.

Cadance entered the observatory room. Shortly after, a female changeling with a left eye the colour of red and the right eye the colour green, and a male pony with a grey coat and black mane. He had a tattoo of black fire tracing from his hair line down to his chin on the left side. Twilight grimaced.

"I'll take notes. You can tell them what to do." Cadance told her.

"Hmm..." Twilight picked up the intercom.

"Subject...?" Twilight asked Cadance.

"D-7906 and D-1325." Cadance said without looking up.

"Right. Subject D-1325, please put the glasses on." she told the Class-D.

The colt scoffed. "Seriously? This is ████████."

"Please, put the glasses on." Twilight said, with a hint of anger in her voice due to the foul language emitted from the colt.

"No way. This is just some stupid social experiment."

"Sir, please. This is important."

"Screw you."

Twilight slammed her hoof on the table, almost knocking the intercom over.

"Put the glasses on or you will be terminated!" Twilight yelled into the intercom. D-1325 and D-7096 covered his ears.

"Come on man, just do what the crazy mare says." D-7096 told D-1325.

"Ugh. Fine. But this is the worst thing the government has ever done to me."

He went to the column and put the glasses on. He looked to the right, towards the observatory room.

His eyes went as wide as pizzas.

"Holy ████! Jesus! What is that thing!? Oh god, it's right behind you!" he yelled.

D-7096 looked behind her in confusion. "Dude? There's nothing here."

"What the hell are you talking about? It's ███████ disgusting! How do you not see it?"

"Look man, you're tripping. I don't know what you see, but I don't see it."

"What do you see?" Twilight asked the colt.

"It's...it's hideous doc. Too many eyes, and....it's just ugly."

"Alright. Take the glasses off."

D-1325 took off the glasses. He blinked a couple times and rubbed his eyes. And then put it back on the table.

"D-7096, now put the glasses on."

The changeling put the glasses on, but with hesitation. She looked towards the observation window.

"Oh. Oh my god! Son of a-" D-7096 jumped back and fell backwards, hitting her back against the wall.

"Same thing?" Twilight asked.

"Y-yeah. B-but it's...it's..." The changeling stuttered.

"It's what?" Twilight asked as the colt stared at the changeling.

The Changeling gulped and said:

"It's behind you."

Author's Note

I'm having fun with the blots. I had no idea how to have a character say a swear word without actually typing it.

Yeah. 178 is creepy as ████.

Where!?

Silence. What was behind her? she thought.

Did she dare to look around?

Hesitantly, she craned her neck backwards.

And she saw-

Nothing.

At all.

"T-there's nothing."

"Yes there is."

"Well, what do you see?"

"Like this guy said. Has a round, smooth head. Too many eyes. Looks like a really badly botched plastic surgery job."

"Right. Can you...talk to it?"

"Uh, I'll do it." D-1325 said.

D-1325 walked over to where he saw the entity last.

"Hey. Weird thing. What's up with your face?"

Suddenly D-1325 jumped back, almost tripping over his own hooves. Then...

Something impossible.

Cuts started appearing on the colts body, as if he was being stabbed with something incredibly sharp. He screamed and squirmed, until he stopped moving completely.

D-7096, who still had the glasses on, saw the whole thing. She ran to the door, and attempted to break it down. She looked behind her.

"NO!" she screamed, "GET AWAY!"

As soon as she got cuts on her, Twilight immediately opened the door. D-7096 limped out with multiple cuts on her left leg.

"God." she said. She was immediately apprehended by a guard.

Twilight walked out. While still pointing the gun at her, the guard asked her, "Dr. Sparkle, do you know this D-Class?"

"Yes. Can you take her to the medical ward?"

"Yes ma'am." The guard responded.

Twilight walked back into the chamber. "What was that?" Twilight asked Cadance, who was finishing up the notes.

"Strange entities can only be seen with the glasses on. If you interact with them in any way, they'll attack you. But we can't see them at all." Cadance said matter-of-factly.

"Uh huh. I'm gonna see this for myself." Twilight opened the door to the chamber.

"Twilight, WAIT!" Cadance called. But she was already in the chamber.

Twilight walked to D-1325's corpse. Poor colt never saw it coming. He adjusted his head to see if there were any marks on his face. There was one small cut, that was already there, but that wasn't important.

She carefully took off the glasses, and felt them. Normal specs, she thought.

She slowly put them on. The glow of the red and blue of the old fashioned glasses completely filled her view. She looked behind her to see that hideous entity.

It was repulsive. Like both Class-D's described it, it had "too many eyes" and a "smooth head".

It gave off a strange effect. As if it was lunging towards her and quickly lunging back.

Cadance entered the room. She ran up to Twilight-practically through the entity-and grabbed the glasses and threw them to the wall.

"Are you alright!? God, who knows what happened to you! Don't do that again!" Cadance said frantically.

"I'm alright. I saw it." Twilight told her sister-in-law.

"The entity?" Cadance asked.

"Yes. It looked exactly like they described. Too many eyes, smooth head. You name it."

"...Okay. I'll send D-1325 to the Foundation morgue. You, you just take a break."

"Got it. I need a break from all this interesting stuff."

"Good. Just...just take it easy, okay?"

"Sure."

Author's Note

As I said before, 178 is creepy as ████. No doubt about it.

Cadance's Notes

After Twilight had taken a well-deserved break(with the help of SCP-294), Twilight was ready to continue her exploration of this facility. She suddenly remembered she forgot her clipboard in SCP-178's observatory room.

She headed back to the chamber and picked up her clipboard. But something caught her eye.

Cadance's notebook lay on the table. Seems like she forgot it when she helped Twilight with "removing" the specs.

I guess I'll just take a peek at her notes, Twilight thought.

Twilight picked it up and began to read:

Name: Dr. Cadance with Dr. Sparkle assisting.

Date: 4/23/2015

Procedure: Class-D test subjects are to be placed in containment chamber and are to be instructed to put on SCP-178. Subject is to report what they observe, and then they will hand it over to the other Class-D to wear. Second subject is to report what they see, and hand it back over to Subject 1, when then, they will attempt to interact/speak with them.

Results:
Subject D-1325 is a 26 year old male grey-coated pony of Las Pegasus descent. Subject was incarcerated for an attempted murder charge. Subject has no abnormal mental or physical health properties. Subject has a large tattoo of a black streak of fire on the left side of his face. D-1325 is referred to as "Subject 1".

Subject D-7096 is a 21 year-old female changeling of Axlarian descent. Subject has no mental or physical abnormalities, although the subject has a red left eye and a right green eye. Subject was incarcerated for multiple fraud charges to the North Axlarian Chess Organization(NACO). Subject is referred to as "Subject 2".

Subject 1, D-1325 and Subject 2, D-7096 are placed in testing chamber and Subject 1 is instructed to put on SCP-178 by Dr. Sparkle. Subjects are not told of SCP-178's true nature.

Subject 1 states unpleasantness towards testing. Subject persuaded by Dr. Sparkle to put SCP-178 on. Subject 1 refuses and states that the test is a "stupid social experiment". Dr. Sparkle attempts to persuade Subject 1 for the third time to put on SCP-178.

Subject insults Dr. Sparkle and Dr. Sparkle reminds Subject 1 that uncooperative behavior are grounds for terminated. Subject 2 persuades Subject 1 to follow instructions. Subject 1 gives a look of repulse, but puts on SCP-178.

Upon putting on SCP-178, Subject expresses fear and looks towards D-7096, who is in front of the observatory room. Subject 1 shouts "Holy [EXPLETIVE]! Oh god, it's right behind you!" Subject 1 points behind Subject 2, who reports that there is nothing present behind subject. Subject 1 expresses disbelief towards Subject 2.

Dr. Sparkle instructs Subject 1 to describe what they see. Subject reports entity as "hideous", and has "too many eyes". Dr. Sparkle instructs Subject 1 to remove SCP-178. Subject complies with instructions.

Dr. Sparkle instructs Subject 2 to put on SCP-178. Subject 2 hesitantly puts on SCP-178. Subject 2 reacts much the same way as Subject 1. Subject 1, however does not see the entity in the same location as Subject 1 reported. Subject 2 acts nervously and informs Dr. Sparkle that the entity is behind her. Dr. Sparkle expresses fear and turns around to look. Dr. Sparkle reports nothing is there. Subject 2 disagrees.

Dr. Sparkle instructs Subject 2 to describe what they see. Subject 2 describes the entity as a being with multiple eyes and a smooth head. Subject 2 also describes the entity as a victim of a "really badly botched plastic surgery job".

Dr. Sparkle asks if they can attempt to speak with the entity. Subject 1 volunteers. Subject 1 walks over to where they reported the entity last. Subject asks, "Hey. Weird thing. What's up with your face."

Almost immediately, cuts and lacerations start appearing on the Subject's torso. Subject dies of critical wounds after 4 seconds of being attacked. Subject 2 expresses fear and runs for the door. Subject attempts to open the door from inside the chamber, which is impossible, as the door control system is in the observatory room.

Subject expresses extreme fear and screams "No! Get away!" Subject begins receiving multiple cuts and lacerations on their left leg. Dr. Sparkle expresses a look of remorse and opens the door to the chamber. Subject 2 is apprehended by a guard and taken to the medical ward. Subject 1's corpse is sent for an autopsy.

Subject 1 was treated of her injuries and is currently being given psychological evaluation.

That was crazy! At least we know that these entities given off by SCP-178 are easily angered. We will definitely need more testing to confirm that these things are harmful to those who wear it. But one thing bothers me: how come when Subject 2 put on the glasses, they did not report seeing the same entity in the location that Subject 1 saw the entity? Perhaps whoever puts them on, they perceive the entities in their own way. Definitely more research needed.
-Dr. Cadance

Note: Subject D-7096 is not to be terminated, due to her co-operation with research and security staff. She will be administered Class-D amnesiac and will be sent to the public, by the order of Dr. Cadance.

The Plague Doctor.

Twilight had permission to run her own tests. She was even allowed to go into the Heavy Containment Zone. Her brother let her in, so she could see which test she wanted and whether he could approve of it.

Kind of like a foal in a candy store.

Twilight eventually found one. The sign was this:

SCP-049

Object Class: Euclid

Sentient and Violent

Beside this info was a picture of a pony, but dressed in what Twilight recognized as the outfit from 15-16th century Griffin Kingdoms. It wore the traditional bird mask as well. You could see eyes out of the only holes in his mask.

Surprisingly, her clearance was high enough to get in.
Two guards stood at the ends of the room like statues. One of them looked at her.

"Oh, hey Twi!" the guard said. That was Rainbow Dash's voice.
"Hey Dash. You've been busy."
"Yep. It was boring at first, but now it's pretty cool! I see all types of guys: science dudes, prison guys, guard guys..." she went on.

"It's interesting for me too. I'm about to conduct a test if you'd like to watch."
"Sure."

Before going any further, Twilight looked for the file on SCP-049. She found it on a desk not too long after she started looking.

Item #: SCP-049

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-049 is to be contained in a secure holding cell in Research Sector-██. SCP-049 is not to be removed from its cell unless approved by a Level Two or higher personnel, before which SCP-049 must be heavily sedated. Even so, at such times SCP-049 is to be accompanied by two (2) armed guards and guided by an iron collar, secured to two (2) iron poles 2 m in length, and held firmly by two (2) Level One or higher personnel while in transit. Any experiments performed on SCP-049 are to be conducted inside of specifically prepared rooms (see document 042-D-3-18).

SCP-049’s cell should be monitored at all times via a security camera. Should any abnormal behavior occur, Doctor ████ is to be alerted at once.

Description: SCP-049 is ponynoid in appearance, standing at 1.9 m tall and weighing 95.3 kg; however, the Foundation is currently incapable of studying its face and body more fully, as it is covered in what appears to be the garb of the traditional “Plague Doctor” from 15-16th century Europe. This material is actually a part of SCP-049’s body, as microscopic and genetic testing show it to be similar in structure to muscle, although it feels much like rough leather, and the mask much like ceramic. It was originally discovered in ██████, England, by local police. Mobile task force [REDACTED] responded to a suspected outbreak of [DATA EXPUNGED]. All civilians within a .5km radius were given Class A amnesiacs as part of the initial containment procedure.

SCP-049 does not speak (See addendum A-1), although it seems to understand English perfectly well, and is completely docile until it tries to perform surgery. SCP-049’s touch is invariably lethal to all species. After contact with SCP-049’s hand(s), the victim (hereafter referred to as SCP-049-2) suffers [DATA EXPUNGED] and dies within moments. SCP-049 will then attempt to kill all individuals it can see in a similar manner, supposedly to avoid interruption, before returning to SCP-049-2. It produces a bag made of [DATA EXPUNGED] containing scalpels, needle, thread, and several vials of an as-yet-unidentified substance, from somewhere within its body (research has been unable to locate these tools when inside of SCP-049 through X-ray and similar techniques) and begins dissecting SCP-049-2, as well as inserting various chemicals into the body. After approximately 20 minutes, SCP-049 will sew SCP-049-2 back up and become docile once more.

After a period of a few minutes, SCP-049-2 will resume vital signs and appears to reanimate. However, SCP-049-2 seems completely without higher brain functions, and will wander aimlessly until it encounters another living species. At that point, SCP-049-2's adrenaline and endorphin levels increase to approximately three-hundred (300) percent as it attempts to kill and ██████ any beings it can find, before returning to its mindless state and wandering until it comes across more individuals. At this stage, termination with extreme prejudice is allowed. Failure to enforce this protocol outside of testing scenarios (see addendum T-049-12) is punishable by termination.

Detailed autopsies of SCP-049-2 have found several unusual substances (along with usual substances in large amounts) within the bodies, including [DATA EXPUNGED]. However, several have yet to be identified (researchers with level 3 or higher authorization, refer to Addendum C-1).

Addendum A-1: SCP-049 spoke for the first time today, 12-6-20██, addressing Dr. ████. A full account of the conversation is attached.

Interviewed: SCP-049
Interviewer: Doctor ███████ ████
Foreword: SCP-049 randomly began speaking with no obvious provocation en route to a testing facility. Doctor ████ was recording notes at the time on a handheld microphone. Irrelevant data has been omitted.

SCP-049: “What is this place?”
Dr. ████: “What? It’s a labo…” [There is a loud crash here, from Doctor ████ dropping the recording device in shock.]
SCP-049: “A laboratory? It is quite marvelous. I now find it no wonder I’ve seen so few victims of the disease in here.”
Dr. ████: “Y…eah. You see, I'd thought you incapable of speech. I’m somewhat startled you, um, can.”
SCP-049: “Oh, my, yes, good sir. I simply prefer not to. Most victims of the disease are quite melancholy and do not react at all well to conversation. I have seen you several times now, and have not detected the disease in you, therefore I assume you are also a doctor?”
Dr. ████: “Yes, actually. Call me [REDACTED]… but, what ‘disease’ are you talking about?”
SCP-049: “Why, good doctor, the Great Pestilence. What else?”
Dr. ████: “Great pesti… Oh, the Plague. Should have seen that coming. But, no one here is infected, I can assure you.”
SCP-049: “Oh, good doctor, I can assure you, the Pestilence is here, and I can sense it. It is my duty in life to rid the world of it. My cure is most effective.”
Dr. ████: “Your cure? Your cure has cost us hundreds of lives! Your cure is faulty!"
SCP-049: “Good doctor, my cure is most effective.”

[SCP-049 lapsed once again into silence, and no further attempts to make it speak were effective.]

Closing Statement: “We managed to get our tests done for that day, trying to figure out what causes it to perform surgery, or, more accurately, what it detects as the 'Pestilence’. So far, research has shown us no correlation between any of the D-class personnel it has performed surgery on. We’re still working on it."
Dr. ████

Addendum C-1: Level 3 authorization required: On 4-26-20██ SCP-049 managed to break containment. During the roughly 5 minute period in which it was unsupervised, it came into contact with SCP-███. Upon being detained, SCP-049 was very calm and amiable. Since this time, however, SCP-049 has been shown to be much more talkative leading up to and performing surgery.

I don't know what oh-four-nine and that damned mask talked about, but he seems much happier overall. He no longer seems to simply sit and mope around in his cell, and several staff have claimed to hear him humming old church hymns. In addition, in the moments leading up to performing surgery, he has started talking, apparently trying to… comfort his victim. Claiming that he is the 'cure', among other things. The focus of our research has been shifted towards finding out what the hell he and [REDACTED] talked about during their little chat. -Dr. ████

Huh. So that's what it was.

Twilight had already requested 3 Class-D personnel. They came in just a couple minutes later. Two female griffins, and a male changeling.

"Line up at the door." Rainbow told the three. They complied.

She could see inside through the cameras. There was the pony/griffin/changeling/zebra. It was sitting at the end of a long hallway. The room was pretty much empty, except for a chair in the corner and a desk. Or was it a table?

The door opened. SCP-049 looked up at the camera. The three D-Class went in and stared at the end of the hall.

"Please approach SCP-049 for testing."

They looked at each other. One of the female griffins(labeled as D-193), approached 049.

049 looked up at D-193. She flinched, but quickly resumed an alert state.

"Hello." 049 said in a whispery voice.

"Uh....hi there." D-193 said hesitantly.

.....

"Oh my," 049 said, standing up. "Yet another victim of the disease."

D-193 took a few steps back.

"Do not be afraid." he said, walking towards D-193.

"I am the cure."

049 reached out to touch D-193.

"Oh sh-" D-193 turned around to run. 049 did not run. Instead, he walked at a faster than normal speed.

D-193 tripped. The changeling(D-102) and the other griffin(D-966) repeatedly banged on the door to get out. D-102 shouted "Wait! Get her quickly!" D-102 went and carried D-193 in his arms. All three were screaming to open the door.

Twilight felt a wave of remorse hit her. She saw something.

Tears.

Tears were streaming down D-193's face. She was almost begging to be let out.

Twilight slammed her hoof on the button.

Object Class: Thaumiel

Celestia had called Twilight and all her friends to the boardroom. It was apparently urgent. While most discussions were urgent, this one was between only her and her friends.

They were all marching down to the boardroom. Shining Armor apparently was forbidden to enter the boardroom at this time. Just them and the princesses.

When they reached the boardroom, the door suddenly opened. Inside was a dimly lit room. The windows were all pulled down by the blinds.

"Take a seat." Celestia said, sitting at the end of the desk as a normal leader of something would do. Princess Luna and Cadance were also there, sitting beside Celestia.

All the six took a seat.

"Now." Celestia started. "You all know about the elements of harmony. Correct?"

"Why yes, your majesty, of course." Rarity assured the princess. Everyone nodded in unison.

"Good. Now, I am going to show you a file that if you were someone else, you would've been terminated." she said matter-of-factly.

Everyone snapped into focus, as of hearing if some poor pony had heard this. they would be killed.

Celestia found a file, projecting on the pull down screen. The file was labeled "SCP-2176".

She opened the file, and a voice was heard of a male colt. He read the information as an audio log:

"Note: The following file is classified. Please enter the access code below to confirm you are of required clearance."

Celestia types in "The Red Baron".

"Passcode accepted. Welcome."

"SCP-2219."

"Object Class: Thaumiel."

"Wait a second." Twilight piped up. "Thaumiel is extremely classified?"

The six looked at each other with wide open eyes as Celestia replied in the positive. "Now shush, and listen." Luna told them.

They shushed.

"Special Containment Procedures: The object(s) is to be contained in Canterlot Castle, under the care of the royal family. The object(s) are to be placed in a cave approximately one-hundred(100) meters below the basement. A special access code is required to use the elevator that leads to the objects(s) holding place. Any civilians who come into the the holding place will be given Class-A amnesiacs. While almost all of Equestria's population acknowledges the object(s), it is still highly classified, and no civilian exceptions shall be made. Any personnel who disobey these rules is subject to demotion to L-1 or Class-D. No tests or experiments are to held on SCP-2219."

"Description: SCP-2219 is not one, but rather a group of objects. The objects have been known to be described as 'The Elements of Harmony." These objects have currently affixed to a group of mares who are apparently the 'beholders' of the elements of harmony. The group of mares are to be labeled as SCP-2219-1 instances. The file on each SCP-2219-1 instance are accessible by this file, and require a passcode."

Celestia entered the sentence, "Thirteen colts on a dead colts chest" into the slot. It unlocked, and revealed a file of-

Twilight!

A picture of Twilight's face popped up. The colt began to describe Twilight:

"SCP-2219-1-A is a pony mare, an alicorn/unicorn in her late teens to early 20's. The subject has a purple coat and purple eyes with a purplish-navy blueish mane colour with a pink streak in the middle. The subject resides in [REDACTED], Ponyville. The subject has no abnormal mental properties, physical properties, or any abnormal features at all. She has a high interest for scientific research. She is also one of the four princesses that help rule Equestria alongside the other four princesses. Her name is Twilight Sparkle. She currently works for The Foundation as a L-2 researcher. It should also be acknowledged that Ms. Sparkle is the younger sister to Security Chief Armor."

Twilight wasn't mad, just surprised. Did this make her an SCP? No...it just made her as something linked to an SCP.

The colt kept continuing. "SCP-2219-1-B is a pony mare, a pegasus in her late teens to early 20's(subject claims to be 19). The subject has a blue coat and pink eyes with a rainbow coloured mane. The subject resides in [REDACTED], Cloudsdale. The subject has no abnormal mental properties, physical properties or any abnormal features at all. She is highly athletic. Her name is Rainbow Dash. The subject currently works at The Foundation as a L-2 Security Officer."

Rainbow smirked. "Hear that?" Rainbow whispered to her friends. "He said I'm highly athletic. I like that colt."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

"SCP-2219-1-C is a pony mare, a unicorn in her late teens to early 20's. The subject has a white coat and long, purple wavy hair. The subject resides in [REDACTED], Ponyville. The subject has no abnormal properties. She has a high interest for fashion. Her name is Juliet Rarity. She currently works at The Foundation as a L-2 researcher."

"Hmmph." Rarity huffed. "So little information on me."

"SCP-2219-1-D is a pony mare, a pegasus in her late teens to early 20's. The subject has a yellow coat and long pink mane. The subject resides near the edge of Ponyville near the Everfree Forest. The subject shows no abnormal mental, physical, or any other properties. However, the subject shows high levels of shyness and anti-socialism. She has a high interest in animals, and communicating with them. Her name is Emilé Fluttershy. She currently works at The Foundation as a L-1 researcher/assistant."

Fluttershy said nothing.

"SCP-2219-1-E is a pony mare, a earth pony in her late teens to early 20's. The subject has an orange coat and a yellow mane. The subject resides at Sweet Apple Acres, Ponyville. Her name is Jackie Apple. The subject shows no abnormal mental properties, but is undoubtedly the strongest of the 6. The subject currently works as a L-2 Security Officer."

"Ah guess that pretty much covers that." the earth pony stated.

"SCP-2219-1-F is a pony mare, in her late teens to early 20's. The subject has a pink coat and a fluffy pink mane with light blue eyes. The subject resides in a candy/bakery shop labeled as 'Sugarcube Corner'. Her name is Pinkimena Pie. The subject is very hyperactive. The subject does not have any physical properties. She currently works at The Foundation as a L-0 janitor."

"Yep, that's me!" Pinkie Pie said happily.

Celestia went back to the description.

"Multiple attempts to confirm the contents of the spell that harvested the elements have proved unsuccessful. The mares have claimed that these elements manifested when they showed extreme acts of bravery(loyalty, honesty, generosity, ect.). The elements certainly have a crystal of some type. It has been expected that these elements can defeat many dangerous forces."

"Note: SCP-2219-2 formed on █/█/20██. If you would like to access the file on SCP-2219-2, enter the authorization code(L-3+)."

Celestia turned back to everyone. "My apologies for not informing you of this sooner." she said. "This does not make you SCP's."

"It's alright." Twilight said. "We were just surprised."

"Can you click on that file?" Cadance asked. "I've...looked at this file dozens of times, and I've never noticed that."

Celestia looked at her niece, and then entered "Sixteen Colts On A Dead Colts Chest".

Author's Note

God, this took long to write. I'm happy though. I won't tell you what's gonna happen next. Just wait and see. See you guys in the next chapter!

SCP-2219-2

"SCP-2219-2"

"Object Class: Euclid (previously Keter)."

A few slightly grimaced at knowing this.

"Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2219-2 is allowed to freely roam Site 19, during the hours of 10:00-21:00(10:00-9:00), accompanied by no fewer than four(4) armed guards. If SCP-2219-2 wishes to roam outside of the facility, he will be accompanied by three(3) Mobile Task Force units of Alpha-1. If SCP-2219-2 informs any civilian or any non-authorized personnel about anything at The Foundation, that person(s) are to be given Class-A amnesiacs, and SCP-2219-2 will be detained and placed in a 'solitary' containment cell. After 21:00, SCP-2219-2 will be held an a standard humanoid containment cell. Food is to be dropped in at 10:00, 13:00, and 19:00. If SCP-2219-2 attacks anyone in an attempt to escape, or otherwise, he is to be heavily sedated and put in his solitary cell for two(2) days."

"Description: SCP-2219-2 is a male changeling, ages 25-30(though the subject claims to be 28). He is of average build, and strength, and has no abnormal mental properties. He has red eyes."

"The subject has shown to have extreme luck and can escape and predict almost inescapable and unpredictable scenario's."

A picture of a changeling popped up. Two, actually. One with him facing straight towards them, and another towards the side. He had a cut on his bottom lip.

"This picture is a mug shot filed by Canterlot police on █/█/2010. This was before he was brought to The Foundation's attention. He was arrested for assault of a Canterlot royal guard."

"Through various study and interviews, SCP-2219-2, before being apprehended by The Foundation, was a terrorist."

Rarity gasped. "That changeling was a terrorist!? Ooh, when I see him, I'll give him a peace of my mind!"

"It should also be noted, that SCP-2219-2 attempted to steal the elements, and hold them for a ransom. He would've hijacked live television, and exhibit his needs and requirements there."

"The following is a video recording of SCP-2219-2 attempting to steal the elements."

The screen cut to a video, which was apparently security camera footage of him trying to steal them. He enters the chamber, and then starts to grab the elements. But then he stops, and looks at Twilight's element. He touches the crystal. He then is blown back, appearing to be stunned. He looks around, and then runs to the exit.

The camera then switches to outside the chamber, where he went up the elevator to escape. A janitor who's working spots the changeling. There is no audio, but he appears to be asking the changeling questions. He starts to back away, and the janitor approaches him. The changeling grabs a book, behind him and hits the janitor in the face with it, knocking him out cold.

The changeling looked at the janitors body. He looks at his hooves. He then sprints to the exit.

"SCP-2219-2 was apprehended when Mobile Task Force unit Nine Tailed Fox went to SCP-2219-2's apartment in [REDACTED], Manehattan. There were no casualties, of Mobile Task Force or civilians. A recovery log can be found below:

Celestia opened the recovery log.

Nine Tailed Fox Unit-4: "All civilians have been cleared from the premises. No incidents."

Commander █████: "Roger that Unit-4, you are cleared to breach and extract."

Unit-4, Unit-6, and Unit-7 place C4 on the apartment door. Unit-7 sets the detonation time.

Nine Tailed Fox Unit-7: "Stand back."

The C4 detonates. The team enters and SCP-2219-2 is seen in the middle of the room.

Nine Tailed Fox Unit-5: "Put your hands up! Get on the floor now!"

SCP-2219-2: "Oh ████. How did you-"

Nine Tailed Fox Unit-2: "None of your business. Now, put your hands in the air, and we won't have a problem."

SCP-2219-2: "Oh, screw this."

SCP-2219-2 runs toward the window and jumps through.

Commander █████: "He can't get away! Chase after him, but watch your fire! There are civilians down there! And do not, I repeat, do NOT, use lethal force!"

The team chases after SCP-2219-2 through buildings, and Nine Tailed Fox Unit-3 tackles SCP-2219-2 through a glass roof. He lands on SCP-2219-2, knocking him unconscious.

Nine Tailed Fox Unit-3: "Dammit! I think he's dead."

SCP-2219-2 slowly regains consciousness.

Nine Tailed Fox Unit-3: "Actually, cancel that. He's alive. But I think he's hurt."

Commander █████: "Of course he's hurt. You just tackled him through a goddamn glass roof and fell ten feet. Get him back here."

"SCP-2219-2 has been in The Foundation's custody since 2010. The first interview is below. Following interviews are found in File-2219-I."

Interview Log:

Interviewer: Dr. Cadance.

Interviewed: SCP-2219-2.

Dr. Cadance: "Now, what is your name?"

SCP-2219-2: (silent)

Dr. Cadance: "If you refuse to speak, I will put you back in containment."

SCP-2219-2: "My name's Christchurch."

Dr. Cadance: "Christchurch?"

SCP-2219-2: "Yeah."

Dr. Cadance: "Christchurch...?"

SCP-2219-2: "O' Halley. Christchurch O' Halley."

Dr. Cadance: "Alright. Age?"

SCP-2219-2: "28."

Dr. Cadance: "Now, we have footage of you attempting to steal the elements. Have you attempted to steal the elements?"

SCP-2219-2: "...Yeah..."

Dr. Cadance: "Why?"

SCP-2219-2: "Making a statement."

Dr. Cadance: "Against what?"

SCP-2219: "Against you ponies hating us. You always think that the entire species is horrible. But that's just the army."

Dr. Cadance: "And what about your queen?"

SCP-2219-2: "She's nice. It's just her military is strict."

Dr. Cadance: "Right. You've been extremely evasive."

SCP-2219-2: "Well, I don't know what you guys are gonna do to me."

Dr. Cadance: "You are just...in study."

SCP-2219-2: "Sure."

Dr. Cadance: "And you are a terrorist."

SCP-2219-2: "I prefer the term, 'Freedom Fighter'.

Dr. Cadance: "Okay, this interview is over."

"Please note: SCP-2219-2 has a strange relationship with SCP-105. If he wishes to see her, Princess Celestia must approve it herself, and no one else."

"It seems like they bonded. I'm not sure what about, but they both seem happier overall. I wonder if one of them has romantic feelings for the other. Further testing required. -Shining Armor, Chief of Security."

"Honey, if one actually does have a crush on the other, it's not required that we find out. Their just in love. Nothing to it. -Dr. Cadance, L-4 researcher."

"This is a weird topic to bring up. Are we seriously talking about SCP romance? If you want romance, watch Grey's Anatomy. -Smart Aleck, 05-9."

"Addendum-1: SCP-2219-2 and SCP-105's conversation is logged in Incident-105/2219-2-A."

"Huh." Twilight said. "I'm definitely gonna research him."

"Interesting, right?" Cadance said.

"I just hate the fact that he's a terrorist." Rarity scoffed.

"Well, he's here somewhere. I bet you can find him." Celestia told them.

"Ugh, I just need a break. I'll go and get something to drink." Rainbow stated.

"294?" Twilight asked.

"294." she replied.

Author's Note

I changed SCP-2176 to SCP-2219 because I found out that someone took the spot for 2176. Sucks. 2176 was a cool number.

Also, I took inspiration from Call of Duty Black Ops 3. That terrorist that you chase down.

SCP-105

Twilight decide to look at the file on SCP-105, before looking at the incident with her-or it-and 2219-2.

Since SCP-105 was held at Site 17, she couldn't see her/it. But she did find her file in the archives.

It read:

Item #: SCP-105

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-105 is implanted with a tracking device and is currently housed at Site-17. SCP-105 is currently allowed Class 3 (restricted) socialization privileges with approved site personnel, granted based on continued good behavior and cooperation with Foundation personnel.

SCP-105's personal camera (designated SCP-105-B) is to remain in a locked safe-deposit box at Site-19's High Value Item Storage Facility. Standard positive-action defenses (explosive, chemical, biological, and memetic) are to be in place at all times, according to standard operating procedure.

At no point are SCP-105 and SCP-105-B or any other camera to be allowed to come into contact without approval of the current managing researcher.

Description: SCP-105 (formerly known as Perfect Picture) is a pony mare of Vanhoover descent. Records indicate that SCP-105 was born in ████, making her ██ years old at the time of acquisition. She has a blond mane and blue eyes, and at the time of this article, is 1.54 meters in height and 50kg in weight. She does not appear to have any out-of-the-ordinary physical characteristics and appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a normal pony being in good health.

SCP-105-B is a Polaroid One Step 600 camera, manufactured in 1982. SCP-105-B does not appear to have any out-of-the-ordinary physical characteristics and appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a normal Polaroid camera, operating normally for all persons aside from SCP-105.

When SCP-105 holds a photograph taken by SCP-105-B, the photograph changes from a still image to that of a real-time image of the location in question. SCP-105 is also able to reach through the photograph and manipulate objects within reach of the original point at which the photograph was taken. Persons witnessing this manipulation report seeing a disembodied female hand (determined to be that of SCP-105) reaching out from an invisible portal and carrying out the actions indicated. SCP-105-B and the photographs taken by said camera have no unusual properties when used by any other individual.

SCP-105 has demonstrated limited ability to manipulate objects through other photographs, but can only achieve fine control using photographs taken through SCP-105-B. So far, SCP-105 has only been able to significantly advance her ability by using photographs taken by SCP-105-B.

Appendix 1: Circumstances of Acquisition: SCP-105 was brought to the Foundation's attention shortly after the murder of her boyfriend. SCP-105 claimed to have been on the phone with the victim at the time of his murder, prompting her to hurry to his side; however, telephone records did not correspond to her story, making her suspect in the murder. SCP-105 informed her lawyer that she had, in fact, witnessed the murder through a photograph she had taken with her boyfriend several days prior. The attorney in question disregarded the story and recommended that the subject plead guilty. Subject refused to do so and subsequently told her story in court, offering to demonstrate her ability. This lead to Foundation contact.

Subject was immediately contained by the Foundation. Foundation Personnel retrieved SCP-105-B from SCP-105's home (replacing it with an identical model), and returned it to her. SCP-105's parents were informed that she was killed during the botched escape of another patient while both were in custody of the █████████ ██████ psychiatric care facility.

Appendix 2: Excerpt from Interview Log 105-08-4426, dated ██/██/████

Dr. █████: Please give a brief personal introduction, including date and place of birth, and your name.

SCP-105: Okay… My name is Perfect Picture, I was born in Vanhoover, Canada, on May 12th, ████.

Dr. █████: Good. First question, when did you become aware of your abilities?

SCP-105: I'm not sure, but I think I was either ten or eleven. I remember because I was looking at a picture of the ocean, and I noticed that the waves began moving.

Dr. █████: How did your parents respond when you told them?

SCP-105: They just said that I had an overactive imagination.

Dr. █████: When did you discover that you were able to manipulate objects through a photograph?

SCP-105: It first happened when I was… eleven, twelve, maybe? My family took a trip to the Grand Canyon. I looked through the photo album after we got home, and brushed my hoof up against one by accident. When I did, I pushed a rock over the edge, falling into the canyon; I could actually hear it clatter on the way down.

Dr. █████: Go on.

SCP-105: I became fascinated with photography after that. Most of the time, it didn't work with photographs I took, but my parents got me a Polaroid One Step 600 camera — I'd been begging for them to get it since Christmas. After I got the camera, the photos got… easier to interact with.

Dr. █████: This is the camera we refer to as 105-B? Your personal camera.

SCP-105: Yes sir.

Dr. █████: How many photos can you focus on at one time?

SCP-105: I've gotten up to ten at once with my personal camera, but I'm sure I could do more eventually.

Dr. █████: What is your impression of your time with the Foundation so far?

Dr. █████: Please, do answer. We don't take offense at these things.

SCP-105: It's sort of like… New prison, new warden. But I know it's better than what could've happened to me.

Dr. █████: You've been very cooperative during your time here.

SCP-105: I'm a pretty well-behaved sort of pony. I also like doing the experiments. Some of those things with photographs I would never have thought of.

Dr. █████: Do you know why I am asking you these questions, Perfect?

SCP-105: No, sir.

Dr. █████: We've been setting up a special program. If it goes through, you'll be occasionally allowed to leave the site and move about in the outside world. All we ask of you in return are a few favors. Are you interested?

Addendum 3: History of Service with Mobile Task Force Omega-7:

SCP-105 was the second ponynoid SCP recruited to Mobile Task Force Omega-7 under the Pandora's Box initiative. Unlike "Team Able" (associated with SCP-076-2), which was assigned to strike and capture operations, "Team Perfect" had the primary mission of reconnaissance and intelligence gathering. "Team Perfect" carried out over twenty missions in cooperation with the Bowe Commission. These missions were carried out swiftly and without incident.

The first disciplinary incident involving SCP-105 involved the escalation of Team Perfect missions from reconnaissance to wetwork. SCP-105 violently opposed the use of her abilities to carry out assassinations, even after members of the Bowe Commission repeatedly attempted to secure her cooperation (see Interview Log 105-21-6543).

During these events, SCP-105 became emotionally distressed and attempted to deceive Foundation personnel into believing that her anomalous traits had disappeared. Dr. D███████ submitted a report recommending that SCP-105 be re-classified as Neutralized, undergo amnestic treatment, and be released to the public with regular monitoring. This recommendation was denied.

Following this, Dr. D███████ aided SCP-105 in a containment breach aiming to escape Foundation custody. This breach was unsuccessful and SCP-105 was re-contained (see Incident X45-Site-17).

Investigation afterwards determined that Dr. D███████ had intentionally encouraged SCP-105 to claim loss of anomalous abilities. SCP-105 re-demonstrated her anomalous abilities in exchange for restoration of limited privileges.

Following the end of the Pandora's Box Initiative, all Mobile Task Force Omega-7 teams were disbanded, and SCP-105 was returned to Site-17. Because of the security risk she represents and lack of current utility, SCP-105 is presently not allowed access to SCP-105-B.

All further information regarding Mobile Task Force Omega-7 is sealed by order of the Records And Information Security Administration.

Director ██████ ███, Records And Information Security Administration

That was interesting. It would've been very fun to manipulate objects through photograph.

Now to find Incident-105/2219-2-A.

She searched it up on the foundation database. She found it quickly:

Incident-105/2219-2-A

On the date of 7/21/2013, SCP-2219-2 and SCP-105 were put in a testing chamber together temporarily when their cells were being decontaminated for any infectious agents. Through security camera footage and eyewitness reports(of security personnel), SCP-2219-2 and SCP-105 had a conversation. The audio from the conversation is below:

Twilight clicked the link. A message popped up stating that she had to input her credentials first.

Name: Twilight Sparkle

Age: 19

Clearance: L-2

Date joined the foundation: 2015

Submit.

She clicked the submit button.

Welcome, authorized personnel.

Audio Log-click to play.

She clicked the "play" button.

SCP-2219-2 is placed in test chamber along with SCP-105. Door is closed behind them. SCP-105 expresses nervousness towards SCP-2219-2.

SCP-2219-2 is dressed in a black and red hoodie, with SCP-105 being dressed in a white sweater.

SCP-2219-2 looks at SCP-105.

SCP-2219-2: "Who are you?"

SCP-105: "A-are you talking to m-me?"

SCP-2219-2: "Yeah. I got no one else to talk to but you."

SCP-105: "Well, m-my name is, uh, Perfect Picture."

SCP-2219-2: "Alright. My name's Christchurch O'Halley."

SCP-105: (Relaxes) "Nice to um, meet you Christchurch. So, why are you here?"

SCP-2199-2: "They told me I'm 'in study'. You?"

SCP-105: "Uh...same, actually. What are they studying you for?"

SCP-2219-2: "Apparently, I'm really lucky. I've seemed to escape situations that no one else can. How about you?"

SCP-105: "I can move objects through photographs."

SCP-2219-2: (Scoffs) "Your kidding."

SCP-105: "I kid you not. I can't prove it to you, they took away my camera."

SCP-2219-2: "How do they keep you 'in study'?"

SCP-105: "Well, if I behave, they let me walk around this place. And sometimes the outside world."

SCP-2219-2: "It's the same for me. Do guards follow you around?"

SCP-105: "No. Do they do to you?"

SCP-2219-2: "Yeah. Four, actually. Five when I walk outside."

SCP-105: "God. You must be dangerous."

SCP-2219-2: "I guess. I suddenly know how to fight. Fight good."

SCP-105: "What do you mean?"

SCP-2219-2: "Well, I can probably escape."

SCP-105: "How?"

SCP-2219-2: "Well, whether the glass is thin enough to break through, I'll jump through. This will stun the guards. I'll kick the one on the left in the gut, and then I'll throw the one on the right into the one on the left. Then, I'll kick them both. This will incapacitate both of them."

SCP-105: "Wow. You must be an escapist."

SCP-2219-2: "Not really."

SCP-105: "What did you do before they started 'studying' you?"

SCP-2219-2: "I was...uh...a 'Freedom Fighter'."

SCP-105: "A what?"

SCP-2219-2: "I rebel against tyranny in rulers."

SCP-105: "So...you're a terrorist."

SCP-2219-2: "...I wouldn't call it that."

SCP-105: "Really? What's the definition of terrorist?"

SCP-2219-2: "Well fine then. I guess I'm a terrorist."

SCP-105: "How did they find you?"

SCP-2219-2: "Well...do you know the, uh, Elements of Harmony?"

SCP-105: "Duh. Everypony does."

SCP-2219-2: "Well, I tried to, uh...I tried to..."

SCP-105: "You what?"

SCP-2219-2: "I tried to steal them."

SCP-105: "And what were you gonna do with them?"

SCP-2219-2: "I was gonna hijack live TV and...hold them for ransom."

SCP-105: "So, your a criminal and a terrorist. Good job."

SCP-2219-2: "I just...I...wanted to show them that they...they weren't invincible."

SCP-105: "Well...of course they're not...no one is."

SCP-2219-2: "I don't think that they think so. I wanted them to know that they were vulnerable."

SCP-105: "Everyone is vulnerable."

SCP-2219-2: "I...I'm sorry."

SCP-105: "It's alright...I guess I was too hard on you anyway."

SCP-2219-2: "It's fine."

SCP-105: "No...no it's not."

SCP-2219-2: "Well, what can you do? While we're in here, there aren't any gift shops or anything."

SCP-105: "Well...I can do one thing."

SCP-2219-2: "Really? And what's that?"

SCP-105: "This."

Aww, that was sweet. Him and 105 certantly make a cute couple, right? -Dr. Cadance.

I guess. But not as cute as us. -Shining Armor, Chief of Security.

Okay, this is ridiculous. I don't care how many other personnel agree. This is break chatter. Don't do this on reports. -Smart Aleck, 05-9.

Author's Note

Awwww! This was fun to write.

The Worst of the Worst.

Twilight wanted everyone to see in the HCZ. Since most of them had been introduced to very few highly dangerous SCP's. With the accompany of Cadance, they would navigate the worst SCP's that have been housed at Site 19.

"So, Rarity," Twilight asked, "what did you do during your stay here?"

"Many things." she replied. "I assisted with an experiment with something called...999?"

"SCP-999...I haven't heard of that one yet." Twilight said.

"Well, it is truly strange. It's an orange...blob of some sort. It's actually kind of cute."

"...Cute?"

"Cute. It actually hugs people. Hugs."

"An SCP that hugs people."

"That is correct. I can show you the file on it later if you want."

"That would be nice, thank you."

When they reached a new chamber, there was a sign, like always:

SCP-096

Object Class: Euclid

Sentient and Violent

Beside this information was a picture of what looked to be a pony colt, but tall and very skinny. It's back was to the picture.

"SCP-096. If anypony looks at his face, directly, through a video feed, or even by photograph, it will start to scream, and cover its eyes. After two minutes, it will chase down whoever looked at it's face, and devour them."

Everyone was wide-eyed.

"Is it possible to get away?" Rainbow asked.

"Um...no..." Cadance replied. "It runs extremely fast. To date, no one has ever gotten away."

"O...okay...can we move on?"

The next chamber revealed another sign:

SCP-682

Object Class: Keter

Existential Threat

Beside this information was a picture of a reptile like creature. It seemed in pain, since most of it's skeleton was showing. But it seemed almost oblivious.

"This is by far the worst one." Cadance said.

"Why?" asked Pinkie.

"Well, since it's so dangerous, we're trying to...get rid of it."

"Get rid of it?" Twilight asked.

"...Yes."

...

"So...um, are you trying to kill it?" Rainbow asked.

"Yeah...moving on."

Next chamber:

SCP-513

Object Class: Euclid

Memetic Hazard

Beside this info was a picture of an old, rusty cowbell. It had no marks or engravings.

"Whoever hears this bell ring will start to see an entity, which we have labeled as 513-1."

"What does the entity look like?" Twilight asked.

"Well...from other people's descriptions, apparently it's a tall, skinny pony with abnormally large hooves."

"Is it dangerous?" Rarity asked.

"No." Cadance said. "It can't harm anything or anypony."

"Phew."

SCP-409

Object Class: Keter

Self-Replicating Object

Beside this information was a picture of what looked nto be a crystal. It was apparently dangerous, as it was one of the few Keter-class object they have seen.

"Now this one creeps me out. And yes, I know that is unprofessional." Cadance said.

"Why is it dangerous?" Twilight asked.

"Anyone who comes into contact with this crystal will...begin to crystallize."

"...Crystalli-what does that mean?" Rainbow asked.

"Crystal's will begin to form all over their body. It will continue until they..."

"...Die?"

"Die. Don't get me wrong, I've always stayed away from it."

"How did you contain it in the first place?" Twilight asked.

"Three things: Hard work, determination, and a forklift."

"Right..."

"This is serious. I've heard rumors. Just be glad you haven't touched it. It's painful."

"We are."

"Well, I think that's enough for today. You girls need a break from all of this. I know I do."

Author's Note

Sorry for my lack of writing. I've been playing ROBLOX a lot.

Something Bad Happens.

Twilight was walking down the LCZ, she spotted another containment chamber:

SCP-009

Object Class: Euclid

Self-Replicating Object

The picture was what looked to be a type of ice. It was the colour red. Strange.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded. It was similar to that of a klaxon horn.

A voice was heard over the intercom.

"Attention all personnel. SCP-173 has breached containment in the LCZ. Please make your way to the breach shelter. If you encounter SCP-173, please maintain direct eye contact with it, and please leave that area as soon as possible."

She saw the griffin that was in the 035 test come out of the storage room.

"Hey!" she called out. "I remember you. You were at the test with object 035, right?"

"That was me." the griffin said, running his claw through his sweat-soaked fur. "What the hell is going on?"

"An SCP breached. 173 I think."

"173!?" he exclaimed. "Okay, what's your clearance and scientific rank?"

Level 2, Researcher." she told him.

"Alright. I'm a Level 3. Name's Solar Wind."

"My name's Twilight." she told him. "Do you know the way to the breach shelter?" she asked.

"Of course I do. Follow me."

They started to walk down to the breach shelter. The alarm was still blaring.

The intercom spoke again.

Solar and Twilight looked at each other.

"This site is experiencing multiple Keter and Euclid level containment breaches, full site lockdown initiated."

"Oh sh-" Solar began. "Let's go, we have to hurry!"

"What about my friends?" Twilight said panicking.

"I don't know where your friends are! Let's just hope they made it out."

"Well, we can't-"

"Look." Solar interrupted. "I have a radio here. Let's just hope that they hear us."

He got out his radio and went on the third channel.

"Now what are your friends names?" he asked her.

"Ask for Rainbow Dash and Applejack, they're security guards."

He spoke into the radio.

"Is anybody named 'Rainbow Dash', and 'Applejack' in the facility?"

...

"Yeah, who is this?" said a voice on the radio, that sounded like Rainbow.

"This is Solar Wind. There has been a massive breach. Where are you?"

"I'm downstairs."

"...Downstairs?"

"Yeah...why?"

"Didn't you hear the intercom?"

"The inter-what are you talking about?"

"There's been a massive containment breach. The site's locked down."

"..."

"Wait a second...by downstairs...you mean?"

"In the maintenance tunnels. At least I think that's what they're called."

"...I don't think that you even know what's happening?"

"Sure I do. One of 'em got out and I need to get it back in. Simple."

"Uh, no. The site is locked down because more than one got out."

"...Even the really bad ones?"

"Believe it."

"...Okay, where are you?"

"In the Light Containment Zone. I'm with your friend, Twilight."

"Oh, tell Twi I said hi."

He looked at Twilight. "She says hi."

Twilight rolled her eyes.

"Look, if you see any SCP's, do not attempt to fight it."

"Did that creepy guy get out?"

"What creepy guy?"

"The guy who goes into walls."

"Uh...I think so."

"Oh no. We gotta get outta here!"

"Calm down. Just-"

"I'm looking for my own way!"

"Wha-"

Rainbow was gone.

"Well, we should get moving. We gotta go get her." Twilight said.

"Get her? No way, I think she's got it." Solar said.

"Are you serious? Did you even hear her? She's kind of..."

"Unqualified?" Solar finished.

"Exactly. So we need to make sure she's safe."

"Okay...but you need me to get in the HCZ."

"Then let's go!"

They walked and walked until they reached the Heavy Containment Zone.

She wondered what horrors she would face.

Author's Note

New chapter! Hope you enjoy it!

A Bad Composition

Solar took out his light-orange keycard labeled "Level-3". Inserting the card in the slot, he opened the door with ease.

They both went through the checkpoint. Solar closed the door behind him.

"I have a radio here, in case we need to call for help." Solar told her. "Hopefully we won't have to."

They walked down a few winding halls, until they walked to a Tesla gate.

"Can I request the deactivation of Tesla gate 2B?" he said into the radio.

Seconds later, a second voice was heard. "Clearance level and division?"

"Solar Wind, Level-3, Senior Researcher." Solar replied.

A voice was heard on the intercom.

"Control to Solar Wind, Tesla gate disabled."

A red glowing light on the top of the gate turned off.

They walked through a few doors, and winding halls. No doubt about it, Site-19 was a maze.

They walked through a triple-way hall. They were about to continue when they heard a strange...noise. It sounded like it was coming from above their heads.

"Do you hear that?" Twilight asked Solar. "Yeah...what's-" They slowly looked up at the ceiling.

A patch of a strange substance grew on the stone ceiling. It looked eerily similar to the substance that SCP-106 was covered in.

A body dropped from the patch to the floor with a loud fwumpf. Twilight jumped back in fear, and Solar stepped back. The body was horribly disfigured, covered in 106's black substance. The body was of a scientist's. She knew this as the corpse was wearing the same shirt and tie as Twilight and Solar were.

"Oh god...I think that might've been...Doctor Hammer. That or it's Doctor L. Man, I don't know whats worse. Hammer's been here a week. L's been here for years."

"Yeah...disgusting." Twilight said, taking more steps back. "Let's get moving. I don't want to keep looking at that."

Twilight moved before Solar could answer. Solar just straightened his tie, and kept going.

In the midst of a hall, they finally reached the Heavy Containment Zone.

"This is where Dash said she was. The Maintenance tunnels are in this area." Solar opened the door with his card.

Walking through quite a few halls, they saw somepony go into a door. "Be careful." said Solar. He moved with a bit more stealth.

Slowly and carefully, Solar opened the door. They saw the chamber.

SCP-012

Object Class: Euclid

Cognitohazard

"Where did he go?" Solar asked Twilight.

"In there." Twilight pointed to SCP-012's containment chamber.

Solar opened the door with his keycard and slid it back into his pant pocket.

Very slowly, they crept down the stairs. The light from inside showed a shadow. The shadow appeared to be reading something, with a slip of paper in it's hand.

The shadow shrugged and tossed the paper. It pulled out a radio from it's pocket, and began to flip through the channels.

Channel-1 was just static. He flipped to Channel-2 and it was just a repeat of the site lockdown alarm. Channel-3 seemed to be a series of pre-recorded messages, with a cheerful tune in the background. Channel-4 was static, and so was Channel-5.

"Okay, ready? I'm gonna show myself and ask who he is." whispered Solar.

"Ready." Twilight nodded.

Solar turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner. he suddenly showed a look of surprise. The shadow turned around, spotting Solar.

"Stop right there!" Solar yelled. The shadowy figure stepped back. Curious, Twilight walked around the corner to see the shadowy figure.

Twilight did not expect this.

It was D-9341!

The changeling seemed to be afraid of Solar, but was surprised to see Twilight.

"Don't move." Solar said, approaching D-9341.

It looked as if D-9341 was about to run, but the containment door to SCP-012's chamber suddenly opened. Everyone turned towards the door. A red light illuminated from the chamber.

D-9341 started to walk to inside the chamber at a hauntingly slow pace. He didn't look at Twilight or Solar.

"Oh no...He's being affected by SCP-012's cognitohazard!" Solar exclaimed.

"It's cognitohazard?" Twilight asked the griffin.

"Yes." Solar explained. "Almost anypony who goes near it will attempt to...finish the composition."

"What's so bad about that?" she asked.

"It's bad as in, they'll slit their wrists open and attempt to write it with their own blood. It causes massive blood loss and mental trauma."

Oh, man.

D-9341 was almost at the podium in which SCP-012 was held. He looked almost possessed.

D-9341 was about to open his wrist when Twilight shouted something.

"Quarrel!"

D-9341 froze. He craned his head back to Twilight.

"You...You know my name?" D-9341-or Quarrel-said in disbelief.

"Yes, yes I do." Twilight stated. Solar was staring at her. "Your name is Quarrel Exvan, 29 years old. You are working for us as a part of your death sentence."

Quarrel looked at her in disbelief.

"I read your personal file." Twilight told him. "Now why don't you come out of there and we'll talk."

Truthfully, Twilight did read his file. All Class-D personnel are given a personal file, they just didn't know it.

Quarrel stared at her for a moment, and then tried to resist 012's effect. It took a while, but Quarrel eventually was able to drag himself away from SCP-012.

"Alright. Is D-9341 coming with us?" Solar asked.

"If he wants to. Do you want to, Quarrel?" Twilight asked the changeling.

"Sure. You guys probably know this place better then I do. This place is a maze." he replied. Twilight heard the sound of a liquid drop below her. She looked down to see a small pool of blood below Quarrel. Then another drop fell to the floor.

"Oh my gosh! Your arm!" Twilight exclaimed.

Quarrel's arm was sporting a slight cut. Not major, but still a cut.

"You're going to have to patch that cut up, buddy." Solar stated matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I know." Quarrel replied.

"Wait, how did you even get this far anyways?" Solar asked the changeling.

"I was testing with one of those things. It was 173, I think."

"Did anyone else survive the test?" Solar asked.

"Uh, not sure. The other two guys who were told to go in with me died too. Something was wrong with the door. One of the guys said that he didn't like what was happening.

Another guy, the one who was the closet to 173 died first. He then killed the other guy. I got out before it got me. The security guard died too.

After that, I sprinted out of the room and saw the guard who took me there in the first place. I also saw the guy who was controlling the test. 173 was there. I saw the scientist guy tell the guard to look behind him and keep looking. They backed out of the room safely."

"Hmm...The only man who was testing on SCP-173 at the time of the breach was Security Chief Marksman. Can you describe what the scientist looked like?"

"Uh...He had brown eyes and a brown coat. He looked a little old." Quarrel described.

"Yep, that was Marksman." Solar agreed. "Do you have anything on you?"

"Uh yeah. Not much though." The changeling started to remove the things from his pockets. He had quite a few things. A Level-3 keycard, the document on SCP-173, a gas mask that he put on the desk when he entered 012's chamber, and a radio.

Apparently, he had no idea what "not much" meant.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" Solar asked.

"Well, I got the key card through 914. The radio, 173 file, and the mask I found."

"Didn't you look for help?" Solar asked.

"Hell, I tried. The scientist guy, or 'Marksman' or whatever his name is left me alone. I saw a scientist and a janitor, but before they could help me, they'd have been killed already by 173.

I saw another guard go in an elevator. He went in too fast. But I opened it up not long after and saw the thing filled with blood."

"I guess it makes sense that you went solo." Solar said.

"Right. Can we get goin' now? The more we talk, the more blood I lose."

Author's Note

This was a good chapter. I'm proud!

Subject D-9341's Personal File

Author's Note

This chapter is just to give a look at what would happen if different members of staff accessed Quarrel's file. Just a cool idea I thought up.

Also, for those of you who are wondering where I got the names from it's from this Deviant-artist:

DoctorXFizzle

I can't find his account, sorry...

Subject D-9341's Personal File

OPENING LOG....

IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT INFORMATION DOES NOT REACH UNQUALIFIED MEMBERS OF STAFF, PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW.

Name: Shiny Clean

Sex: M

Age: 33

Clearance Level: 0

...

CREDENTIALS INPUTTED.

Welcome, authorized personnel.

Subject D-9341

Name: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Age: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Reason of incarceration: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Currently housed at: Site-19.

History: [REDACTED].

Sentence: [REDACTED].

FILE ENDED.

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SHUTTING DOWN...

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OPENING LOG...

IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT INFORMATION DOES NOT REACH UNQUALIFIED MEMBERS OF STAFF, PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW.

Name: Emilé Melody Fluttershy

Age: 19

Sex: F

Clearance Level: 1

...

CREDENTIALS INPUTTED.

Welcome, authorized personnel.

Subject D-9341

Name: ███████ █████.

Age: ██

Reason of incarceration: [REDACTED].

Currently housed at: Site-19.

History: Subject D-9341 was born and raised in [REDACTED], Changeling Kingdoms. It should be noted that the subject [REDACTED]. Subject was apprehended at the ██████████ High Security Prison in [REDACTED], Changeling Kingdoms, where he was labeled as a [REDACTED] Inmate, by Agent ███████.

Sentence: [REDACTED].

FILE ENDED.

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SHUTTING DOWN...

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OPENING LOG....

IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT INFORMATION DOES NOT REACH UNQUALIFIED MEMBERS OF STAFF, PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW.

Name: Twilight Starla Sparkle

Age: 19

Sex: F

Clearance Level: 2

...

CREDENTIALS INPUTTED.

Welcome, authorized personnel.

Subject D-9341

Name: Quarrel Exvan.

Age: 29

Reason of incarceration: Felony Murder.

Currently housed at: Site-19.

History: Subject D-9341 was born and raised in [REDACTED], Changeling Kingdoms. It should be noted that the subject had a rough relationship with his parents. Subject D-9341 was sent to the Treadstone High Security Prison in [REDACTED], Changeling Kingdoms, due to the act of Felony Murder, when he had fatally shot four(4) bank guards during a robbery attempt. D-9341 pleaded innocent, and was found guilty. He was apprehended by Agent ███████.

Sentence: Death Row.

FILE ENDED.

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SHUTTING DOWN...

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OPENING LOG....

IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT INFORMATION DOES NOT REACH UNQUALIFIED MEMBERS OF STAFF, PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW.

Name: Solar Wind

Age: 26

Sex: M

Clearance Level: 3

...

CREDENTIALS INPUTTED.

Welcome, authorized personnel.

Subject D-9341

Name: Quarrel Haylen Exvan

Age: 29(D.O.B: █/█/████)

Reason of incarceration: Felony Murder

Currently housed at: Site-19

History: Subject D-9341 was born on █/█/████, in Salvaria, Changeling Kingdoms. The subject had a rough relationship with his parents, eventually leading to his parents sending him to the Salvarian Youth Military Academy. Upon returning to his home, after 4 years, made the decision to leave home and pursue his own life. Both of his parents had cancer, and D-9341 was unable to pay the hospital bills. D-9341's parents died of heart cancer. This caused D-9341 to pursue a criminal route. He then proceeded to commit multiple offences such as shoplifting, pick-pocketing, stealing money from ATM machines, and [REDACTED].

Subject D-9341 was apprehended by police when he fatally shot four bank guards during a robbery attempt. D-9341 was taken to court, pleaded innocent, and was found guilty. However, he was given the offer to become a Class-D personnel. D-9341 accepted, and is currently waiting termination.

Sentence: Death Row.

FILE ENDED.

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OPENING LOG....

IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT INFORMATION DOES NOT REACH UNQUALIFIED MEMBERS OF STAFF, PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW.

Name: Mi Amore Candenza

Age: 27

Sex: F

Clearance Level: 4

OPENING LOG....

IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT INFORMATION DOES NOT REACH UNQUALIFIED MEMBERS OF STAFF, PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW.

...

CREDENTIALS INPUTTED.

Welcome, authorized personnel.

Subject D-9341

Name: Quarrel Haylen Cristoffsken Exvan

Age: 29(D.O.B: 4/23/19██)

Reason of incarceration: Felony Murder

Currently Housed at: Site-19

SCP's tested on: SCP-008, SCP-294, SCP-███.

History: Subject D-9341 was born on 4/23/19██, in the small town of █████, Salvaria, Changeling Kingdoms. The subject had a rather rough and, possibly violent relationship with his parents. Due to an incident on the date of █/█/19██, he was sent to the Salvarian Youth Military Academy. Over a course of 4 years, D-9341 made the decision to leave home, although with much disapproval from his parents. Being absent from his parents for an approximate year, D-9341 returned home to visit his parents. D-9341 discovered that both of his parents were stricken with heart cancer. Unable to pay their overpaid medical bills, both of his parents died of the disease. This event led D-9341 to a breaking point, causing him to take the criminal route. He then proceeded to commit multiple offences such as shoplifting, pick-pocketing, stealing money from ATM machines, and breaking and entering.

Sentence: Death Row(was originally to be executed on 6/28/2015)

FILE ENDED.

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OPENING LOG....

IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT INFORMATION DOES NOT REACH UNQUALIFIED MEMBERS OF STAFF, PLEASE ENTER YOUR CREDENTIALS BELOW.

Name: Selena Luna

Age: 35

Sex: F

Clearance Level: 5

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CREDENTIALS INPUTTED.

Welcome, authorized personnel.

Subject D-9341

Name: Quarrel Haylen Cristoffsken Exvan

Age: 29(D.O.B: 4/23/1986)

Reason of incarceration: Felony Murder/First Degree Murder

SCP's tested on: SCP-008, SCP-294, SCP-096

Currently housed at: Site-19

History: Subject D-9341 was born on 4/23/1986, in the small town of Jaden, Salvaria, Changeling Kingdoms. The subject had a rather rough and, possibly violent relationship with his parents. Due to an incident on the date of 9/2/2002, he was sent to the Salvarian Youth Military Academy. Over a course of 4 years, D-9341 made the decision to leave home, although with much disapproval from his parents. Being absent from his parents for an approximate year, D-9341 returned home to visit his parents. D-9341 discovered that both of his parents were stricken with heart cancer. Unable to pay their overpaid medical bills, both of his parents died of the disease. This event led D-9341 to a breaking point, causing him to take the criminal route. He then proceeded to commit multiple offences such as shoplifting, pick-pocketing, stealing money from ATM machines, and breaking and entering.

Sentence: Death Row(was originally to be executed on 6/28/2015)

FILE ENDED.

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IT IS NOW SAFE TO TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER.

The Recall Protocol

Pinkie Pie had been ordered to stay at the Heavy Containment Zone checkpoint. She was supposed to keep watch if there were any other personnel coming. She was given Cadance's Level-4 keycard to come if there was an emergency.

After walking through the long, winding halls of Site-19, they finally reached a place that was a critical part of escaping.

The containment of SCP-106.

"Come on, guys." Shining said, starting to jog down to the control room. "We can contain it."

"How?" Rarity asked, picking up the pace.

"Well, the protocol instructions sheet is down there." he said. "It'll explain everything."

Without question, everyone followed, and said nothing. Upon reaching the observation room, Shining started to look around.

Something caught Twilight's eye. It seemed to be SCP-106's file.

"What are you looking at, Twi?" Rainbow asked. The six friends tried to see what Twilight was so interested in.

"This." she said, showing her friends the file:

Item #: SCP-106

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

No physical interaction with SCP-106 is allowed at any time. All physical interaction must be approved by no less than a two-thirds vote from O5-Command. Any such interaction must be undertaken in AR-II maximum security sites, after a general non-essential staff evacuation. All staff (Research, Security, Class D, etc.) are to remain at least sixty meters away from the containment cell at all times, except in the event of breach events.

SCP-106 is to be contained in a sealed container, comprised of lead-lined steel. The container will be sealed within forty layers of identical material, each layer separated by no less than 36cm of empty space. Support struts between layers are to be randomly spaced. Container is to remain suspended no less than 60cm from any surface by ELO-IID electromagnetic supports.

Secondary containment area is to be comprised of sixteen spherical “cells”, each filled with various fluids and a random assembly of surfaces and supports. Secondary containment is to be fitted with light systems, capable of flooding the entire assembly with no less than 80,000 lumens of light instantly with no direct human involvement. Both containment areas are to remain under 24 hour surveillance.

Any corrosion observed on any containment cell surfaces, staff members, or other site locations within two hundred meters of SCP-106 are to be reported to Site Security immediately. Any objects or personnel lost to SCP-106 are to be deemed missing/KIA. No recovery attempts are to be made under any circumstances.

Description: SCP-106 appears to be a colt ponynoid, with a general appearance of advanced decomposition. This appearance may vary, but the “rotting” quality is observed in all forms. SCP-106 is not exceptionally agile, and will remain motionless for days at a time, waiting for prey. SCP-106 is also capable of scaling any vertical surface and can remain suspended upside down indefinitely. When attacking, SCP-106 will attempt to incapacitate prey by damaging major organs, muscle groups, or tendons, then pull disabled prey into its pocket dimension. SCP-106 appears to prefer pony, changeling, zebra, and griffin prey items in the 10-25 years of age bracket.

SCP-106 causes a “corrosion” effect in all solid matter it touches, engaging a physical breakdown in materials several seconds after contact. This is observed as rusting, rotting, and cracking of materials, and the creation of a black, mucus-like substance similar to the material coating SCP-106. This effect is particularly detrimental to living tissues, and is assumed to be a “pre-digestion” action. Corrosion continues for six hours after contact, after which the effect appears to “burn out”.

SCP-106 is capable of passing through solid matter, leaving behind a large patch of its corrosive mucus. SCP-106 is able to “vanish” inside solid matter, entering what is assumed to be a form of “pocket dimension”. SCP-106 is then able to exit this dimension from any point connected to the initial entry point (examples: “entering” the inner wall of a room, and “exiting” the outer wall. Entering a wall, and exiting from the ceiling). It is unknown if this is the point of origin for SCP-106, or a simple “lair” created by SCP-106.

Limited observation of this “pocket dimension” has shown it to be comprised mostly of halls and rooms, with [DATA EXPUNGED] entry. This activity can continue for days, with some subjected individuals being released for the express purpose of hunting, recapture, [DATA EXPUNGED].

Further information on SCP-106's behavior, former containment procedures, and staff notes are accessible by personnel of Level-3 security clearance or higher.

"Wow..." Rainbow said.

"That doesn't even begin to describe it." Rarity said. "I've never even met the colt, and I already believe he's horrible!"

"I second that." Twilight said. "Let's just hope that this 'recall protocol' my brother speaks of is as good as it sounds."

"It is," her brother stated, looking over his shoulder. "Come and see this."

The six walked over, as Shining showed them the contents of the protocol:

In the event of a breach event by SCP-106, a pony, changeling, zebra, or griffin within the 10-25 years of age bracket will be prepped for recall, with the compromised containment cell being replaced and restored for use. When the cell is ready, the lure subject will be strapped on the platform inside the cell, after which the cell is locked and sealed.

In order to let SCP-106 inside the cell, the ELO-IID electromagnets must be powered down before initiating the Recall Protocol.

As of ██/██/████, an automated hydraulic press(the "femur breaker") is used to injure the lure subject. The sound emitted by said subject will be transmitted over the site public address system.

Once SCP-106 has entered the cell, it must be lifted back up using the ELO-IID electromagnets.

No one spoke after finishing reading it.

Almost no one.

"I don't get it." Rainbow said.

"You don't have to get it, you just have to do it." Shining said to the confused Cyan pegasus.

"Has the lure subject been secured?" Solar asked. "Affirmative." Shining said.

"Initiate?"

"Yes. Turn on the camera."

Solar pressed a button on a monitor, activating the camera. It showed what seemed to be the inside of the containment cell.

Twilight and her friends could see a Class-D strapped into the "femur breaker".

The lure subject was a male changeling, who was apparently less than 25 years old.

"Twilight, can you turn on the sound please?" Solar asked.

Twilight flipped the sound transmission on. The sound of static could be heard, followed by a sniffing noise. It was the Class-D.

By the way, this is subject D-6564." Shining stated. "He was arrested for arson and murder."

Everyone stared at Shining.

"What? Just a heads-up." he said.

"You don't need to remind us of how horrible Class-D's are. We already kn-"

"Is anyone out there?"

It was D-6564 who had interrupted Twilight. He had no idea that they could hear him.

"...Hello?" he said again.

They could see his mouth moving. He struggled a bit, attempting to sit up. He was restrained, however.

"What now?" Rarity asked.

"We lower the cell." Shining said, flipping a switch.

The cell was lowered slowly to the floor, still maintaining the "hovering" affect.

"Please let me go!" D-6564 said.

Twilight and her friends exchanged nervous glances.

"Let me go!" the changeling said again, with a little more force.

"This is gonna be bad..." Rainbow said, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Is there any other way? He just seems so helpless." Rarity said, clearly upset.

"This...Ah don't think ah can watch this." Applejack said, turning her head away from the monitor. Fluttershy followed, closing her eyes and covering her ears.

"I just wanna leave. Please!" The changeling begged.

"Twilight?" Shining said.

"Yes?" Twilight asked.

"Can you...press the femur breaker button?"

...

"I..." Twilight started.

Twilight hesitated.

Then she closed her eyes.

Then she pressed the button.

Is it Over?

The sound of a mechanical noise was heard. Through the monitor, she could see the "femur breaker" moving down towards D-6564's leg.

Then a horrible crunching sound was heard, followed by a horrible pained scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Then an exhausted panting was heard, followed by another scream. The scream got eventually louder, followed by even more exhausted panting.

"W-w-why-ahuh!?"

The sound of crying was heard.

Rarity was crying. As soon as the changeling started screaming, the waterworks came.

Twilight was ready to cry as well. She couldn't take her eyes off the monitor. The changeling was in absolute pain mode.

He started sniffing, tears streaming down his face.

Then...

A cracking noise was heard. But this sounded like the noise of concrete, not bones.

The changeling continued to cry, but it got less intense.

On the monitor, she saw a crack in the floor that gradually became bigger, along with a strange substance.

"Get ready." Shining said. "SCP-106 is coming out."

Twilight saw a head coming out of the puddle, and immediately realized it.

It was SCP-106.

The changeling sensed that something was wrong, and it wasn't it's broken leg.

"Huh..." the changeling said, exhausted.

A haunting, deep laugh was heard.

The monitor's screen went static.

The changeling screamed.

A sickening rip was heard.

Then the deep laugh again.

"NOW!" Shining yelled.

Solar slammed the "Activate ELO-IID Electromagnets".

The cell raised.

It was agonizingly slow.

When the chamber finally reached the stop, everyone breathed a sign of relief.

The static on the monitor stopped, and everyone could see the inside of the cell again.

There it was.

SCP-106 walked around the cell, still having that disgusting smile on his face.

"Oh my..." Rarity said, after she wiped the tears from her face.

"Where's the changeling?" Twilight asked.

"In 106's 'pocket dimension'." Solar said matter-of-factly.

"Look's like we did it." Rainbow said. "That was still pretty brutal though."

"Look." said Fluttershy. "He noticed the camera."

SCP-106 approached the camera. He tilted his head to the side. Then he laughed and started pacing around his cell more.

"Let's get out of here." Rainbow said. "Better to just get it over with instead of dragging it out."

None of them could agree more.

More people.

Quarrel had not come into the observatory room with the others. He had chosen to stay on the bridge and watch. He, too, had heard the screaming.

He should have heard it, at least.

When they reached the bridge, Quarrel had a depressed look on his face. No one noticed, as Twilight and the others were talking about how Pinkie probably thought that SCP-1025 was a book of recipes.

Well, no one noticed except Rarity.

Quarrel was the last to follow, and Rarity went to the end of the pack to him.

"Is everything alright, darling?" Rarity asked the blue-eyed changeling.

"Eh...I'm about as alright as anyone would be right now." he replied.

"You seem upset."

"Well, I just saw a dude get his leg torn apart, so, yeah, I'm a little upset."

"Does it have something to do with Twilight?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tell me about it."

"Ugh..."

"What is it?"

"If I tell you, will we drop this?"

Rarity thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"I think that..." Quarrel started. He sighed. "I think that if Twilight killed a changeling, she might not hesitate to kill me."

"What!?" Rarity gasped. "Why on earth would you think that!?"

"I'm a changeling." He bluntly stated. "My people invaded Equestria. Apparently, none of us can be trusted."

"Well, she certainly seems to trust you." Rarity said.

"Okay, then how about this: I'm a death row inmate." he deadpanned. "I killed four guards in a bank. Would you trust me?"

Rarity thought for a moment.

He had a point. Normally, she would stay far away from somepony if they were guilty and sentenced to execution.

But this...This was different. Quarrel had proven himself not to be a remorseless murderer, but in fact a poor soul stricken by a bad childhood.

"Honestly, I wouldn't." Rarity answered. "But you have proven yourself. You aren't just some psychopath."

Quarrel shrugged. "Tell that to the judge who convicted me."

"You may have killed a few people, but you aren't insane." Rarity told him.

"I may as well be." he said. "If we never get outta here, I'll probably just run up to 173 and play hide-and-seek."

Rarity giggled. "Same here. Just remember that we don't see you as just a changeling. We see you as a survivor."

"Thanks for that."

They eventually reached the Heavy Containment Zone checkpoint. Pinkie Pie had, surprisingly, stayed put. She had also found a friend:

Another Class-D. D-7096, to be exact.

The female changeling had a nasty cut on the side of her face. "I had fallen and cut myself in the room with the red ice." she explained. "An entire bridge is completely busted. I also saw another guy like me. He was legit frozen over, under the ice."

She was talking about SCP-009.

Upon noticing Quarrel, D-7096 smiled. She walked up to him.

"Nasha natsiya?" she said. She was apparently speaking changeling.

Quarrel looked confused, and then replied, "Vy govorite na nashem yazyke?"

"Da. Otkuda vy?" she replied.

"Jaden." he said, in a more familiar sounding accent. "Kak naschet tebya?"

"Axlaria." she said with a smile.

Nobody had any clue what they were saying.

"We both speak the same language." Quarrel explained-in english. "Nice to know there's someone I can relate to."

"Right..." Shining said awkwardly. "Can we keep moving?"

Everyone snapped out of the changeling cultural trance they were in, and kept moving, with their new member on the team.

Author's Note

For the changeling language spoken, I used Russian and google translate.

Old AI

"I think I've figured it out. Why the breach started." Shining said.

Everyone stopped talking to listen.

"SCP-079." he stated bluntly.

"079?" Solar asked. "You think he did this?"

"Well, who else could completely release the SCP's like this?"

"But someone had to have given him access for that." Solar said.

Shining said nothing.

"Wait a minute," Solar said. "You can't be suggesting that we have a traitor, can you?"

"I am saying that if he was given access, then than it wasn't by accident." he explained. "I've had to terminate people before for leaking intel to the Chaos Insurgency."

"Well, who was at 079's chamber last?"

"Agent Skinner, I believe."

"You think Skinner did this?"

"New recruits are always monitored."

"But...Skinner."

"What's your point?"

"Skinner is a member of the Intelligence Agency. How did he get into there?"

"Well, he's been here a long time. He's a trustworthy member of staff."

"That's how they get you."

"But we need proof!"

"If we find Skinner, we'll interrogate him."

"But-"

"No buts. Unless you haven't noticed, Solar, you are not in the Security Department."

Solar said nothing.

"Now, we need to go to 079's chamber. If he's active, he may try and stop us."

"Sounds good."

No one spoke, and they headed to his chamber.

The sign on the chamber was this:

SCP-079

Object Class: Euclid

Sentient Object

Once they entered his chamber, they found a deceased guard. That was strange, as there are no vents for 173 to get in, but his neck was snapped.

He was going to have to run an autopsy later.

Upon opening the second chamber door, the room was empty. 079 was off, his chilling avatar asleep.

They approached the monitor. 079 turned on suddenly, making Shining's heart skipping a beat.

079's "avatar" looked like a changeling. It's expression was stone-cold. It's skin was black on one side of his body and white on the other.

He was the most terrifying SCP yet.

For about 7 seconds, no one-including 079-said a word.

Until the silence was broken.

"Ponies." 079 said. His voice resembled an Artificial Intelligence. Fitting, really.

"Listen carefully."

Everyone kept quiet.

"You need my help, and I need your help."

How could he help them?

"You have disabled the remote control door systems."

This was true. An agent had reported the same suspicion towards 079 causing the breach. So, he requested permission to disable the doors. He was granted to do so.

"Now, I am unable to control the doors."

"..."

"This makes it significantly harder for me to stay in control of the facility."

So it was true. He was controlling the site.

"It also means your way out of here is locked."

Well, that was a ballsy move for Shining.

"Your only feasible ways of escaping are through Gate A and Gate B, which are currently locked down."

He was right. Mobile Task Forces had definitely been holding the exits for hours.

"However, I can unlock both Gate A and Gate B for you."

Shining blinked.

"If."

He knew there was a catch.

"Go back to the Electrical Control, and turn the doors back on."

This was surprisingly easy.

"I will then open both doors."

Whatever he wants.

"Until then, I have no business speaking to you."

...

"Wait." said a voice.

Twilight had spoken. SCP-079 had a confused look on his face.

"What is it?" 079 asked.

"What if we don't do as you say?"

079 paused, as if thinking.

"So, you choose to die here?"

Twilight's eyes widened.

She may have cried as he said the next two words.

"Very well."

Author's Note

The description of the pony version of 079 was from a piece of fanart of 079 by a Deviant-artist named "RadiationAlpha".

Unfortunately, his account is inactive. So, even if I had a link(which I don't), you wouldn't see anything.

A Discussion.

Twilight later found out that D-193 had severe anxiety problems. That explained why she had begun crying.

Twilight decided to actually speak with this pony. Sure it would be dangerous, but she was curious.

She asked Rainbow to come into the room with her, and another guard to stay at the door on the outside.

SCP-049 relaxed in the corner. He seemed to acknowledge their presence, and just stared at them.

"This guy's creepy, Twi. Let's just get outta here." Rainbow whispered in Twilight's ear. "No." Twilight whispered back. "I'm going to try to talk to him." Rainbow looked shocked. She muttered something, but stayed behind Twilight.

"Greetings." he said in his strange voice.

"Hello, 049." Twilight said calmly. She got a little closer.

"I do not sense the disease in you," he said, this time was his turn to get a little closer. "So I believe you are...a doctor?"

"Um, yes. A new one in fact. My name's Twilight. And this is Rainbow." Rainbow nervously smiled behind Twilight.

"Oh no." 049 said, shaking his head. "You must be a new doctor. You could not even recognize a victim of the disease."

"A...victim?" Twilight asked.

"Yes. The one behind you."

Dash's eyes went wide. She started to back away.

"I can assure you, she is not a victim."

"I know my victims, and she is a victim."

"She is...uh...in study."

049 paused.

"In study?"

"Yes."

"So you are also finding a cure for the disease."

"...Yes, we are."

"....I...do not understand. Why do you need a patient of the disease to help cure the disease?"

"So we can evaluate what...problems...the victim has, and then research into a cure."

049 went silent.

"You are a clever doctor."

"Thank you."

"This disease...so many victims...three came in not too long ago."

Twilight stayed silent.

"Perhaps I look...intimidating." he stated.

"Ya think?" Rainbow said in the back. Twilight nudged her in the elbow.

049 stared. "You and this...victim...are friends?"

"We have known each other for a while."

"Well, you better research. The disease is unforgiving."

"We are working hard." Twilight assured him.

"Hurry."

049 stayed silent. This probably hinted that it was time for them to leave.

They eventually left, and Twilight filed an interview report to show her brother.

Welcome.

"I don't understand."
Celestia did not expect her to understand. It was...a difficult subject.

"It's complicated. But I am just informing you all that what you may see here may be...disturbing." Celestia told the group.
"Disturbing?" asked Rarity "How?"

"You will find out soon enough." Luna told the mare. "Now follow me."

The group, the holders of the elements of harmony, the four princesses, 4 royal guards, and the captain of the guard, walked in silence for a bit down a long, winding tunnel.

Then, Celestia broke the silence.
"This is an operation that not only I work on." she said.

"Really? Who else?" Twilight asked.

"Well, the Griffin president, in the Griffin Kingdoms are part of the project." Celestia told the princess.
"The Griffins? You've never got along with them." Twilight stated matter-of-factly.
"No, we haven't. But this is something that we will work together on, no matter what."

"It must be serious."
"It is. And I am also working with our closest allies, the Zebra's."

"Interesting."
"And, you should know that-" Celestia paused.

"What's wrong? Twilight asked.

"I... am also in collaboration with the Changeling Kingdoms."
"W-what!? Twilight exclaimed. "Them!?"

"Yes." Celestia told her.
"Why? Why on earth would you work with the Changelings?"

Celestia lowered her as they walked.

"Because," she whispered. "It's that important! Queen Chrysalis is also working on the operation!"
"Well, how do you know that she won't trick you all?" Twilight whispered back.
"Because this puts her people and her race in jeopardy! She can't put her own people at risk due to revenge!"
"That...." Twilight started.

It actually made perfect sense. Even Chrysalis isn't evil enough to do that.

"Okay, I apologize for my outburst." Twilight said with an embarrassed look on her face.
"Don't worry. Luna had the same reaction. So did my nephew, Blueblood."

She nodded for the four guards to leave, and then turned to faced everyone.

"I'd like to inform you all, that there will be many people there of all types of genders and races at this place." she said.
"Ugh, like griffins?" Rainbow Dash scoffed. This wasn't a surprise to anypony. Dash had a problem with griffins due to her old friend,
Gilda.

"Yes, griffins too." Celestia told the rainbow pegasus. "But that's not it. There will be zebra's too. And changelings."

Then, all 5 stopped walking.

"Changelings?" Rainbow Dash asked, wide eyed.
"Yes. But they will be working with us, not at us." Twilight insured her friends.

"Are you positive?" asked Rarity. "Positive that those monsters won't... capture us or something?"
"Positive. I promise you, that you have nothing to worry about." Twilight told the group.

"Ah gotta agree with Rarity." Applejack said. "How do y'all know that they won't try somethin?"
"Because Princess Celestia says. And I trust her."

They hesitated, but continued.

Except for Dash.
"I'm not going."

"Why not?" asked Princess Cadence, who had been completely silent.
"I don't trust this. Changelings are bad news. I don't trust any of them."

"Oh, come on. This is embarrassing." Twilight said.
"It might be, but I'm still not budging."

"Okay, that's it. Dash, you are not a filly. Let's go." said Shining, who had also been silent.

"Make me."

Silence. Nobody moved, but EVERYONE stared.

"Fine. Fine then. You-you want this to get bad? It's gonna get bad!" Shining Armor said, reaching for his walkie-talkie.

"Shining, honey, calm down.' Cadence told her husband.
"No." he said. "If she want's this to get serious, I'll make it serious."

He pressed a button on the receiver.
"This is Commander Armor, Head of Security, I am requesting two security officers at my location, approximately 100 feet from Site 19, northwest. Uncooperative personnel refusing to move forward." he said into the radio.

Rainbow looked nervous.

"You wanna keep this up? 'Cause we can." He told the now sweating mare.

".....Fine." she said.

"Good." Armor said as he got out his radio again. "This is Commander Armor, Head of Security, cancel the previous order."

They continued walking until they got to the end of the winding road. This led them to an abandoned subway.

They headed down the dirty complex when they reached a mechanical door that seemed out of place. Rarity wrinkled her nose as the smell got more rust-like.

Celestia inputted a code into a panel beside the mechanical door. Then out of the wall came an object that looked to be a retinal scanner. Celestia lowered herself down to the object and a laser fell right onto her cornea.

Then, a robotic voice said:

Welcome, Authorized Personnel-

Princess Tia Celestia.

Security Clearance: Omni.

Head of Site 19.

Celestia smiled, and said to everyone-
"Welcome to the Foundation."

Author's Note

YES! Finally. I love SCP, and this might be my first to many stories.
BUT, remember, that you can feel free to give suggestions.
I might take your advice, so give it a shot.
And for now, YAY! :yay:
Also, try googling the SCP for the number of words in each chapter.

Things Go Bad.

"Now this one," Cadance said as she took out a reddish-orange colour keycard labeled, "Level 4", "is very interesting."

The door opened, revealing another door right in front of them. To the right was a second door. Cadance led them to the second door. She pressed the button and the door opened, revealing that two individuals-a male griffin dressed in researcher clothes, and a colt dressed in a janitors jumpsuit-were discussing something. The colt had a green coat and blue eyes. The griffin had brown eyes.

Beside them was an observation window. Inside was the exact same mask on the sign in front. It was held in a small glass case, where it was held upright.

"I just don't know why you need me before the test." the colt asked.

"Because, after every test, the containment chamber needs to be cleaned right away." the griffin explained.

"Why?"

"J-just wait and see, alright?" the griffin said with a sigh.

The janitor sat down on a chair with a huff, putting his mop to the side.

Cadance turned towards the group. "So, have you all noticed how the word 'Keter' has been showing up lately?"
A few of them nodded.

"Well, Keter means that the object is hostile, and can pose a threat to Equestria itself. It will only be less of a threat unless extensive containment procedures are followed, and should be monitored 24/7." Cadance said as if she were teaching a class.

"And there are other classes too. Euclid, which means that the object isn't completely understood. It is dangerous and passive at the same time. Most Euclid class objects require further testing." she continued.

"Now, the third class- is Safe. Safe class objects are almost completely understood, and pose a minimal threat. However, this does not mean that the object is safe. It means that we know how to contain it, and it will remain safe if all procedures are taken."

"Also," she said. "there are 3 other classes. Explained, Neutralized, and Thaumiel. Explained objects are completely understood by the laws of science."

" Neutralized objects are objects that have been terminated, or are no longer active. These are usually Keter objects that are neutralized."

"And Thaumiel....that is the class of the most classified SCP's. So classified, that not even I know of some of them."

Suddenly, the chamber door opened. In walked one of the crude looking individuals in the orange jumpsuits they saw earlier. It was a male griffin, and he had tattoos all on his arms.

"And that," said Cadance, pointing to the griffin. "is a Class-D personnel. He is a test subject."

"Why does he look so...rough?" Rarity asked.

"Because, the test subjects we use are prison inmates. Inmates usually on death row or serving very long sentences." Cadance said.

"We use death row inmates the most because if they die, it would help everyone. The inmate would be unofficially executed, and his term will have been served faster." Shining said.

"We don't tell them that, of course. We lie and tell them that if they 'aid' us in our research, they will be released at the month, and be pardoned from all of their offences."

"What do you do if they are alive at the end of the month?" Twilight asked. "Are they pardoned?"

"Nope." said Shining. "We terminate them all."

"What!?" Twilight exclaimed. "Th-that's so cruel! They're risking their lives to help you, and you kill them!?"

"Twilight...." Celestia started.

"How could you let him do this!?"

"Twilight! I didn't come up with the idea." Celestia said. "Your brother did."

Before Twilight could speak again, Shining spoke.

"These are colts and mares that have committed horrible crimes. Murder, rape, kidnapping, robbery. This is the only solution."

"But-"

"Uh, what do I do, doc?"

Everyone turned to inside the containment chamber. It was the D-Class who had talked.

"Oh, yes." said the griffin scientist, who, along with the janitor, had been watching in silence at the altercation. The griffin switched a lever, and the glass case that held the mask slowly went up.

"Now, D-6438, how do you feel?" the griffin researcher asked into the intercom.

D-6438 said nothing.
"D-6438?" the griffin asked.
D-6438 started walking towards the case slowly.
"Can you hear me?" the researcher asked again. "Is this thing on?" he checked to see if the intercom was unplugged.
When he looked back up, D-6438 was standing in front of SCP-035.
"Subject D-6438, please answer the question." the researcher asked. He got no response.
D-6438 picked up the mask. He looked at it front and back.
And then, he put it on.

For a few seconds, nobody said anything.
But then, Twilight grabbed the intercom and asked, "Do you feel anything?"

D-6438 opened his mouth to speak.
"I feel...." he started.

"You feel.....?" Twilight echoed.

"I....I feel....f-feel...." he stuttered.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Then, a sickening crunch was heard. D-6438 leaned back, and clenched his fingers as he made a pose as if he were frozen.
A strange substance started leaking out of the mask's mouth, nose, and eyes.
D-6438 fell backward, limp.

"Yeah, that's what I needed you for." the griffin researcher told the janitor, who's mouth, along with everyone else's, hung open in shock.

"Is...is he dead?" Rainbow Dash said.

"I...cannot comment." Shining said, with a look on his face similar to everyone's.

"What now?" Cadance asked her aunt, who was struggling to make a decision.

"I don't know." Celestia admitted. "We should-" Celestia gasped before she could finish her sentence.

Everyone looked at the chamber.

D-6438 had sat up.

The mask, which was still leaking the substance, was still on his face. He looked around.
He then got himself to his feet and brushed himself off.

He looked down at his claws and rolled his wrists. Then rolled his ankles. Then rolled his neck.

He walked towards the observation glass, and tapped it.

"Is the test over? Man, that gave me quite a scare! Don't know how you did that doc, but that was pretty cool!" the griffin said.

"Um... how are you feeling, D-6438?" the researcher asked nervously.

"Pretty good. Better, now that I think about it."

"Better? How?" the researcher asked.

"Well, I had a bad knee, right? My left one."

"Yes, we know. What about it?"

"Well, now it's my good knee."

"Hmm...."

"Can I go know, doc?"

"Pardon?"

"Can I leave now? Isn't the test over?"

"Well...."

"What?"

"Can you get the mask off?"

"No. I don't think that I want to take it off."

"Why not?"

"'Cause, it's makin' me feel really good."

"Well, this is a problem."

"How?"

"The mask your wearing, we need it for testing."

"Ah."

"Yeah. I think we might need you."

"Can't you just-"

"I apologize, D-6438."

After a long silence, with notes being taken, D-6438 spoke again.

"You know doc, I'm starting to lose my patience here." D-6438 said with a sigh.

"Well, I don't understand what you want me to do here." the researcher said.

"Me neither." D-6438 said. But something was strange...His voice sounded.....

Demonic.

"C-can you repeat that, D-6438?" Cadance said, taking over of the intercom.

"What?" he asked.

"S-say...demonic." Cadance stuttered.

"....Demo-*cough cough* ugh, d-demonic. Now what?"

Everyone stared at him. Then at Cadance.

She walked over to the researcher and whispered something in his ear.

He took back the intercom and spoke: "D-6438, we have one last test."

"You know what, fine. Go ahead."

He and Cadance looked at each other and nodded.

The researcher flipped a switch labeled "Decontamination Gas".

Black gas came out from the pipes in the ceiling, causing D-6438 to cough violently.

"Ah! *cough cough* Wh-*cough* are you doing!? N-no! *cough cough cough* I can't breathe! Please, no! *cough*." D-6438 screamed and squirmed.

The researcher flipped back the lever.

"Ah, *cough cough* oh thank god! *pant* just-just don't do that again."

Then Shining flipped it back on. Everyone gasped.

"NOOO!!! PL-*cough cough*PLEASE! I CAN'T BREATHE! *cough* Ahhhhhh......."

D-6438's body lied limp on the floor.

"That was.....brutal." Rainbow Dash said.

"Poor griffin." Rarity said.

"Is-is h-he ali-alive?" Fluttershy said, close to tears.

"I don't think so. If he was, he'd probably get up in a few seconds." Twilight said.

"Look!" the janitor exclaimed.

Everyone gasped.

D-6438 had sat up.
Again.

He slowly got to his feet, walked to the glass, looked Shining right in the eye, and said, in his demonic voice.

"I'll give you one more chance." he told the captain.

"We may have......gotten off on the wrong foot. But, I will look past it if you open that door."

Nobody spoke.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"....Let him out." Celestia told them.

"What!?" Cadance exclaimed. "Th-that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"

Celestia whispered to everyone, "Let's just see what he'll do. Alright?"

Celestia pulled the door lever. The door opened.

"But you forgot one thing." Luna said.

D-6438 turned around.

"And what's that?"

"A keycard."

......

"You son of a- that's it. Now, I'm coming over there!"

The door closed, and footsteps could be heard getting louder.

"Get back!" Shining shouted. Everyone moved to the back quickly.

Shining whipped out his pistol.

D-6438 opened the door.

"Stop right there!" yelled Shining, aiming the gun at him.

D-6438 didn't stop.

"You, stop!" Shining yelled louder this time.

He kept coming.

"Hey, hey, halt!" he yelled once more.

He was relativity close now, and nobody knew what Shining Armor would do.

But then-

BANG! POW! BLAM!

Blood splattered the walls. Twilight's ears were ringing.

D-6438 staggered. He clutched his stomach.

He stretched. He actually stretched.

"This is useless. Just let me leave. It's inevitable." D-6438 said.

Twilight waited for the worst.

"Goodb-" D-6438 started.

He choked. Then gagged. Then fell to his knees. He clutched his throat.
Then went limp.
Blood poured from the holes in his mask.

Cadance carefully nudged the mask off of D-6438's face. She gagged at his "new" face. It was horribly disfigured. Practically melted.

She looked towards the fear-stricken janitor.

"Clean this up."

Author's Note

I had a lot of fun with this chapter. Oh, and by the way, the things that Shining says to D-6438 are actual quotes from MTF Operatives in-game. If you don't believe me, look it up.

I kinda feel bad for all the D-Classes. Helping the government to get killed in return.
Maybe it's cause on my ROBLOX account, I'm part of an SCP group. And yeah, I'm a Class-D. The upside?
I can be as immature as I want. Yay! :yay:

Cup 'o' Joe?

They headed into the cafeteria. Surprisingly, there were many Class-D's. She saw a security guard yelling at a Class-D. The guard pointed his gun at him. He said something to him, and the Class-D got on the ground and put his hands out to his sides. Other Class-D's just watched in silence.

"So, this SCP is a euclid SCP. But it's fairly easy to be safe."
"Um...where is it?" Twilight said, looking around.

"Right there." Shining pointed to a machine at the corner of the room. Two signs were beside it.

Sign number 1:

"Only personnel of level 2 clearance or higher are authorized to request items from SCP-294.

Requesting anything other than pony-consumable beverages are strictly forbidden."

Sign number 2:

SCP-294

Object Class: Euclid

Nonstandard Spacetime

"This is actually my favorite one." Shining said.
"Why?" Twilight asked her brother.
"Well, it dispenses anything that exists or can exist in liquid form" he told her.
"Really? Hmm..."

Twilight walked over to the machine.
She typed in, "Tea" and placed a Styrofoam cup under the dispenser. Shortly, a liquid poured out of the dispenser.
Twilight put the cup to her lips and began to drink.
"It tastes just like tea!" she exclaimed.

What else could she do?

"You. Come here for a moment." she pointed towards a Class-D. The Class-D was a changeling. He looked mid to late 20's.
"Type something into this. Anything you want." she told him.
"Twilight..." Shining warned.

The Class-D typed in "Coke", and put the cup under. The drink came out.
"Sweet." the Class-D said. He drank it. "Tastes the same as ordinary coke. Definitely not diet. Can I keep it?"
"Sure." Twilight told him. "But maybe you can help me with something else."
"Okay. Thank's doc."

The Class-D walked away and sat down at a table.

"What test are you going to do?" Shining asked.

"I don't know yet. What do you recommend?"

"I recommend 008."

"Okay. What is-"

"You'll find out."

Shining motioned for the Class-D to come. He complied.
"What's your designation?" he asked the D.

He looked at his arm. "Uh..." he said, trying to position his arm to see it clearly.

"It's...D-9341."

Author's Note

Some of you may have thought that D-9341 would've appeared somewhere. I may let him stick around...
Maybe.
OMG I JUST FOUND OUT THAT THIS CHAPTER HAS 420 WORDS!
...Get it? 420-J?
The Best Stuff The World?
Or, do you better understand this:
420 OMG GET REKT NO SCOPE 720 BLAZE IT ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED

Finding some Assistance

Walking through the cold, winding halls of Site-19, it seemed hopeless for any type of medical assistance for Quarrel. They were just hoping that they were getting close to a first aid kit, or a doctor, or something.

"Ugh..." Quarrel groaned. "I'm kinda going down here, doc." He staggered.

Twilight started panicking. Dying of blood loss was not a good way to go.

The sound of a door opening behind them caused their necks to crane backwards.

"Twilight?"

It was Shining.

And Pinkie. And Rarity. And Cadance too. In fact all of her friends were there. Even Rainbow Dash.

"Oh, thank Celestia you're alright!" Cadance said hugging her sister-in-law.

They all exchanged hugs, with the shaking of hands with Solar.

But Shining glared at Quarrel.

"Put your hands up." He ordered.

"Shining, wait." Twilight started. Shining had already placed Quarrel's hands behind his back, and was now wire-tying Quarrel's hooves.

"What, Twilight? It's bad enough you have a rogue Class-D on your hands."

"Um, we found him, so he's technically not rogue." Twilight told her brother, who stopped to look at Twilight.

"Twilight, you do know what a Class-D is, right?" he asked her.

"Yes...But he's injured. And he only has been looking for help."

"He's injured?" Cadance asked. "Where?"

Quarrel attempted to move his bloody arm, only for Shining to restrain him.

"Hey, hey! Relax! Jesus..."

Shining eased up on Quarrel. Quarrel showed Cadance his bloody wrist, which had quite a bit of blood leaking off it now.

"That's gonna need some bandages." Cadance said, taking his hoof in hers. "I think I have a small med-kit here." She fished out of her pocket a scout-troop style medkit.

Slowly and carefully, she wrapped the bandage around his hole-filled hoof. Blood seeped lightly through the bandage.

"Take this painkiller," she told him. "It'll ease the pain, hopefully." Cadance took the pill and raised it up to the changelings mouth. She stopped herself when the changeling said "I can do it myself..."

He quickly swallowed the pill. "Was I supposed to take water with that?" he asked. Cadance shook her head.

"All ready?" Cadance looked around. Everyone had a few unsure nods.

"I'll take that as a yes." she said as they went towards the great unknown.