Author's Note

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''The best way to escape from your problem is to solve it.''

-Robert Anthony.

Escape, Escape, Escape!

''It's on level 3!''

''How fast is it?!''

''We need to-AUUUUGH!''

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

Blood pooled out on the floor, dirtying the white, pristine floor as the smell of iron hung in the air. It all happened so quick, slash after slash. Broken neck here, puncture to the heart, decapitation. One after the other.

It all began as a blur, nothing more than lights and splotches soon revealing themselves to be the shocked faces of the creatures that dare to stop him, stop them.

The nerve.

“Dr. M, we need to contain this thing before-Uuuuuuwaaaagrk!~” the unfortunate Earth Pony was lifted up by a slender tentacle and had the black substance forced into its mouth, soon coming out the other end with a violent pulse of bodily fluids and excrement along with the substance. The stallion never stood as a chance as his eyes rolled inside his head, the snarling of the beast resembling happiness before slinging said pony over his shoulder and at a plexiglass window as he exploded on contact.

“Hehehehehe. . .” Dr. M stood warily, standing back and observing the specimen. SCP-99 had melded with SCP-99 A, becoming this. . .grotesque, mindless creature that already killed 6 scientists and 3 guards. Its assault was ruthless, every movement filled with the energy of a cornered animal trying to break free from its prison.

He recognized it all too well from his previous experiments.

“Jerry, what are you doing? Prepare the inhibitors!” Dr. M shouted at his assistant, who was miraculously not the first one to be slaughtered by the creature even though he was one of the first ones it saw. But, it chose not to attack him. The warnings lights and alarm sounding bathe over the creature, the red and orange lights mixing together as the creature jumped from wall to wall, tearing off panels and ripping out cords that soon stopped the noise.

The appearance of intelligence could have been attributed to the combination of the two, possibly speaking to the different opportunities that would present themselves later on down the road. He would have to document that for the record. And he would also have to change the denomination after seeing them join together.

''Dr, where are they?!'' Jerry scrambled back and forth like a chicken with its head cut off. Everything was happening so quickly that he was unable to find the simplest thing that was supposed to be used in a situation like this.

''You failure! I'll do it myself!'' Dr. M resigned to fire Jerry once this was all over. ''Activate the walls, quickly!'' Dr. M ran over to the booth that contained most of the lesser grad safeguards from any unforeseen variables. A press of a button began to shift the hallway the creature was running down, the intent of finding a way out of that literal hell. ''Stand fast!''

Running with no sense of rhyme or reason, the creature swung its arms wildly, beginning to form crude, white claws that scraped along the sides, the sound assaulting the ears of everypony around the general area. Turning a corner, more of them stood in the way, using small box-like items to shoot some kind of liquid in the hopes that it would slow the creature down some. ''HISSSSS!'' the fluid dissolved on contact, making the efforts of the Pegasi utterly effortless.

Before another step could be taken, the hallway suddenly became a small box, both ways of travel being cut off by a raised piece of the floor rising up and forming a door with a deafening click. No, no. Nooooo. Nothing would hold them now!

Hunching over, the thoughts of every little thing began to swirl through, slowly but surely. The only feeling that could be fully understood was anger, in its purest form. Nothing else mattered, just escaping this place, making the noise stop, and getting to a place where none of this existed. A low thrum echoed in their mind, seeming to guide the next set of actions as spikes jutted out in every direction, piercing the heavily reinforce metal like butter, causing the guards to whimper and back away.

''What the hell is that thing?'' an Earth Pony asked, dropping his restrainment device. This was waaay above his pay grade. This thing. . .was unnatural. It was more violent than anything he had ever seen, and it looked to enjoy every second of it. Something had to be done before it got out of the facility. ''Why aren't the walls working?!''

''You think I know! Just. . .keep your wits about you before it-ACK!'' the Pegasus was struck in the neck with a stray spike, his breathing cut short and blood beginning to pool out of his neck before the hardened protrusion wormed its way out of his neck, causing his body to go limp and fall over.

''Wind Wave!'' the Earth Pony shouted, reaching a hoof out to his colleague who lay limp with his own blood staining his white lab coat before reaching his own hooves, the smell making his nose scrunch in disgust. This thing had no favoritism, it just killed whatever was in front of it and whatever it considered being a threat. He should run, he was way in over his head, he only wanted this job because it paid good and had benefits.

He really should have read the contract through instead of just signing like an idiot.

The doors creaked, the blackened spikes retreating inward before a wave of the fluid assaulted the door again, slowly pushing down as more reinforcements came, spreading out and aiming their weapons.

''What's the situation?!'' A Unicorn asked in a gruff shout, staring dead ahead at the wall, his tan magic wavering as beads of sweat trailed down his forehead. ''What is that thing? How many has it killed? How-'' a loud screech cut off any further questions.

''Nggh!'' the group fell to their haunches, cradling their ears as the shout resembled that of literal knives being jammed into their ears. The mass broke through as it slowly rose up from the floor and reformed into its humanoid shape. It screamed as loud as it could, spit and the substance comprising its body spiking wildly in all directions. The intercom buzzed to life as Dr. M's voice rung out in commands.

''Capture SCP-99 and SCP-99-A! They must not leave the facility!''

Most of the group failed to properly decipher what the good Dr. M had just said. The creature ceased its yelling once it saw that what it did had worked. Launching one of its semi-solid arms in front, the group in front being sent away with a violent push of force.

''Essscape. . .'' the thought came with the low thrumming of a heartbeat, consuming every inch of its mind. Escape indeed. Another second here would only end in the death of more of these oppressors.

But, another part spoke out; almost in a goading thought; one that told them to continue the carnage. Slowly, a thought began to form, the vivid imagery flashing through its mind, seeing bright colors and shapes of various people, thievery. . .abuse. Punch after punch, flashing red and blue lights, and pain. . .of a loved one.

''Ngggggh!~'' the black mass began to rumble and slowly began to almost melt off, revealing the shape of a human male, scrunching his face, the folds of his scrunching up as the black mass began to leak from his eyelids and mouth, the most animalistic shout coming out of his mouth before the mass began to conform back to his body shape.

''What are you idiots doing?'' Dr. M's voice shouted again, the shout of the Dr causing the mass to jut outward at the sound, striking where it was at, only for it to do nothing. ''Contain the subjects before I come down there and make you regret being born!''

Another lurch forward with another high-pitched scream only made things worse for those who dared to come and try and detain the creature without major loss of life.

Every security measure that was put into place failed, from tranquilizers to more walls and even using holes in the ground to make it fall in, but it all failed. Nothing could stop the creature, not even in the slightest. Magic proved to be completely ineffective, only making the black mass all the angrier. Dr. M only could watch as SCP-99 as it continued to run about, it seemed to almost be surreal; the power. . .the raw emotion, the soulless look that filtered in the white splotches that resembled eyes as it reveled in each kill that it took.

On one hoof, he could actually put some more of his available resources to possibly keep SCP-99 and SCP-99 A at bay for the moment, but one the other; it could possibly be against his best interests to let them go, but only just.

''Dr. M, what are you doing?'' Jerry asked, looking back and forth at the footage and his superior. Was he okay with this. . .thing and Eddie to go about killing ponies? Would that be wise? And how far would the hole of murder and confusion go? ''Shouldn't we be mobilizing the Artorious units? They may be able to stop Eddie,'' Jerry said in a panicked tone, looking back at Dr. M with his brow furrowed.

''What did you just say?'' Jerry realized his mistake in what he said. Dr. M was certainly a stickler for referring to all of his subjects by his denomination.

''Mistake, Dr. M. But are we actually considering letting SCP-99 and SCP-99-A go just like that?'' Jerry looked to see Eddie run through the halls unabated as Dr. M initiated an emergency override order to every able-bodied pony to stop what they were doing and to get to safety while disengaging the safety protocols that barely kept the creature in limbo for the small amount of time it explored around, randomly swiping and attacking the smallest thing that stood out to its almost crazed state of mind.

Even he had to admit; nothing about this seemed to make any sense right away, but it soon would when explained in the right set of circumstances. He was indeed, sure about allowing this to happen would yield one of two results based on his own interpretation of the events so far. And in either outcome, it still would benefit him.

''Let them go. It will only be a boon to us if we do this,'' Dr. M rubbed his chin with a hoof. The whole situation would be touch and go, but it would help to make things all the better. Of course, SCP-99 and SCP-99-A would be watched, only under the strictest of orders to observe and collect any pertinent data. Before long, his two specimens would be back in his care, only under the more strictest of watch with any and all precaution taken. He was given the task to find out what manner of creature SCP-99 was, where it came from, and everything else in between.

He essentially was told to make this more of a weapon than it already was.

But, it would be on his own terms with his own assets covered, and of course; to the highest bidder possible. He was a scientist first, and a business pony second.

''Won't there be massive casualties because of this?' Jerry wondered about the fate of any unsuspecting ponies who were unfortunate enough to come by Eddie's path. And there also existed the fact that any repercussions from that point on could potentially be thrust onto them for letting a freak of nature run amok in a place that should have normally been depicted as safe and free from any corruption.

''Worry not, my friend. The only I say this is because if you had noticed SCP-99's movements, you would take note of the specimen being sluggish; it is only a matter of time before it will need to rest and replenish itself, as well SCP-99 A-'' Dr. M made a mental note to create a dietary spreadsheet for both of the specimens moving forward. If there were any inconsistencies after viewing a trend, it may allude to what food are beneficial or harmful, and that could be the very key to controlling this horror of a creature. He levitated a clipboard and pencil over to Jerry, who took it and looked on with mild curiosity. ''Commence amendment to specimens SCP-99 and SCP-99-A. From this moment on, until further notice or if any variables change; the new denomination shall be known as SCP-299.''

''How original, Dr.'' Jerry muttered under his breath. Dr. M certainly was one of the more special ones that Jerry had the privileges (sometimes rotten luck) to know this stallion. Jerry looked to witness SCP-299 blow through all manner of door that was not already open; it looked to be ecstatic at the sight of being left alone. One last push down a final hallway was met as a blur to the camera as SCP-99 used its crude claws to climb up the elevator shaft, ripping the metal like butter and causing a few of the sensors that monitored the state of the elevator to go haywire, sparking madly. ''And there it goes.''

''Excellent, excellent. This will help our cause greatly, dear boy. The time of innovation is now, and we are the ones who must take it by the horns and ride with the success that is sure to come.'' Dr. M's eyes slowly closed as he relished the thought in his mind,

''Even if ponies could die?''

''Even when they will,'' Dr. M replied in a sadistic tone, the rumble of his voice going to that of a whisper. This began to scare Jerry a bit. He attempted to shy away from the hoof his boss put on his shoulder, but he couldn't literally resist moving away once Dr. M had that look of euphoric bliss in his eyes. He appeared to be eating every second of this up. ''There is a saying that those savages mentioned to me once before that, upon further thought of the more literal meaning, made all the more sense to me; 'To make an omelet. . .you have to break a few eggs.'' Jerry, the success of SCP-299 is the omelet and the suffering of few are the eggs that have to be broken.''

Jerry managed to find the power to push back his boss a bit, asking a question he should have on his first day. ''You don't care about their lives? At all? Even the ones we just lost? They probably had families, friends, other commitments! How can you be so nonchalant about it?!'' Jerry found a bit of his voice rising at the question. Admittedly, it did feel weird to speak out of turn about something as sensitive as this, especially with most of his claims or pleas being put on the back burner, but he was able to fund a spot where he could do as such.

But with that, came another question; was he truly doing the right thing by being in this line of work?

What Dr. M said next could have pretty much been the final nail in the coffin for the young scientist.

''You're young. I don't expect or care if you do understand. But I will at least tell you just for the record; after so long. . .you lose the ability to care. You chose this line of work, so I expect you to act like it,'' Dr. M poked Jerry in the chest roughly, causing him to drop the clipboard on the floor. ''If anytime, you feel like this was the wrong choice of career, then you should hope for SCP-299 to come back and finish what it started,'' Dr. M knew he had caught the young one in his own trap.

SCP-299 would return, but it would be the worst experience for him. While others writhed in their respective vices, SCP-299 would come to play the fool and distort the design, as he possessed hope for. The proverb had come to him, once before; fight fire with fire.

Abomination with abomination.