SCP-1946 "The Stable Door"

Chapters

Observations
Investigations
Portal View
Weapons of the Ancients
Through the Tainted Looking Glass
Symbols of Contact
Close Encounter of the Pony Kind
Chrono Paradox
Aura Sighting
Aura Theory
3-43-1 'Guardian'
Quick Update
The Find

Observations

A/N- I would like to thank my pre-reader, Doctor Colgate aka Viridian MOSFET, for helping me improve the story and helping me with some of the accents

Overseer clearance required……Please enter key pin…..’*********’………
Overseer “Havoc” verified…… accessing command database…….. please enter command….
‘systems/coms/operationnewbloom/establish’……processing……failure to connect, target not found……..’lastknown’……..enroute to target location “Ten-Whiskey-Trot”……..
‘establish/expermentalsoftware/SCPorgin/185/exe.’………connection found……linking to com….Omega8

“It could be a prayer arch”

“No, this location is a little too hard to reach for that”

“Then it could be some kind of ancient mystical generator”

“Then it would be producing some kind of signature”

“Maybe it is a portal to the Nether”

“No, the shape is all wrong and there is not enough obsidian”

Portal watched in silence as Chrono and Picks threw suggestions back and forth about what the arch could be for. For around two hours the combined force had been trying to figure out what the room was for and more importantly what made the arch produce such abnormal effects. At the forefront of the research was Quantum and Crystal, the two main researchers for both task forces.

“Would you both shut up and at least try to focus” asked an annoyed Sandy, who was tired of the two throwing suggestions.

“We are just trying to figure out what it does” stated Picks

“Yea, we are curious as to what such a thing could be doing here” finished Chrono

“I know you two are trying, but it gets a little annoying after three and a half hours” exclaimed an irritated Sandy

“Wait, it has already been more than three hours” questioned Mirage as he looked away from the statue of the Alicorn.

“Yes Mirage it has and you all need to focus. We need to find out exactly what this thing does and how it got here” stated a tired Pulse as he looked around the chamber. The whole chamber was made up of a large mixture of different gems and jewels, some of which even gem expert Crystal said he had ever seen before. The area was fairly open with only a few formations of jewels rising up from the ground. Pulse estimated that the total size of the chamber had to be 200 meters in the shape of a circle.

The arch in the middle was made up of obsidian with strange markings etched onto it and the ground around it. Most of the symbols seemed to be made up of ancient runes associated to magic mixed with some symbols from an unknown origin. The statues seemed to be made of obsidian as well. The number of statues was around eighteen, seven of which were still intact.

Now here is what really was puzzling the team. How did such a perfectly designed room get made two klicks underground out of pure gems? Then there was still the strange archway and statues they had to figure out. The only things they had found out so far was that the archway and statues were made out of obsidian, the statues were portraying mythological creatures, the archway was the cause of the abnormal activity, and the jewel on top of the arch was a mix of Amber, Emerald, Pearl, and some other unknown gems of strange properties.

Pulse sighed as he rubbed his temples. This whole chamber was one big mind freak and it was starting to give him a headache just trying to figure it all out, and the idiotic duo was not helping his head.

"Do you think we'll ever figure out what this one does," Ore started, “We don't even know what half of the SCPs in the lab do after studying them for years. This one is one of the most confusing I've ever seen and YOU think we'll figure it out in just a few hours," Ore stated, with a tinge of contempt.

“Don’t even start with your strange ramblings again Ore” Sandy stated flatly.

“Since when do I ramble” Ore half-yelled at the source of his now growing rage

“When don’t you. Every time we go on a mission you always ramble and say how nothing will ever be done in the Foundation” Sandy lashed back.

“Both of you be quiet, some people are actually trying to work here” stated Spectrum as he looked away from some strange carvings on the arch to glare at the two arguing units.

“Fine, I am sorry to disturb you sir” said Sandy as she turned away from Ore and went back to her spot near the dragon statue.

“This is all just too strange” stated Spectrum as he went back to work. “What do these symbols mean and how could you put them so well into pure obsidian” he questioned.

“Maybe it was magic” joked Magnet as he looked over the carvings himself.

“Never rule anything out Magnet. Remember there are more than we will ever know in this world” stated Spectrum as he ran a hand over the carvings.

Portal watched silently as the events unfolded around him. Magnet and Spectrum looking at carvings in the arch, Chrono and Picks still debating on what it did, Sandy leaning on the dragon statue, Mirage studying the large Alicorn statue, Ore fuming while looking at a small crystal formation, Quantum looking over the structure of the arch, Black Hole sleeping against the griffon statue, Grave-Digger fighting to stay awake, Hole messing with his phone near the dragon statue, and Crystal and Stasis studying the strange jewel on top of the arch. Off to the side Pulse and Trench talked about their current options.

“I don’t know what we can do right now” Trench said with a hint of worry in his voice. “As long as our com with command is down we can’t really do anything.”

“I am sure something will come to us” Pulse stated with hope in his voice.

“Excuse me you two” said the leader of Omega-8 as he walked towards the other leaders. “I just got radio contact with command. He says he wants to speak to you two”

“Really! How did you get contact?” Trench answered with amazement in his voice.

“I didn’t, they contacted us” Omega Lead stated as he handed the radio to Pulse.

“I wonder what command wants though” asked a curious Trench.

“Only one way to find out” said Pulse as he brought the radio to his ear.

Meanwhile in another dimension

After Twilight saw the strange aura around the old royal castle, she went straight back to her library home to write a letter to Celestia telling her about what she saw. Twilight got her dragon assistant Spike to deliver it and then she bolted out the door go gather her friends.

Twilight and her friends slowly walked up to the entrance of the Everfree forest. As they neared the entrance of the forest one of Twilight’s friends, a pink earth mare named Pinkie Pie, started twitching and shivering like crazy.

“Girls I don’t think it is a good idea to go in there. That was the biggest doozy I’ve ever felt” stated the pink party pony with an unnatural waiver in her voice.

“Why whatever do you mean dearie” asked a now worried marshmallow looking mare named Rarity.

“I don’t know what it means. All I know is that something in there is messing with my pinkie sense.” Pinkie said with the same uncharacteristic waiver in her voice.

“Now come on Pinkie, are you really going to be scared just because of your pinkie sense” Twilight said. “When you said it was a doozy last time you just kept brushing it off”

“I dunno Twi, ah ain't seen Pinkie this riled up o'er her twitch'n before.” Said an orange mare wearing a stenson hat named Applejack.

“Not you too Applejack” said a disappointed Twilight, “Rainbow Dash, I am sure you want to explore this phenomenon and be like Daring Do”

“I’m sorry Twilight but even I’m a little bit spooked by the way Pinkie is acting. She’s never acted like this before” answered the multicolored mare with a cerulean blue coat.

“We have a duty as the elements of harmony to go to that castle and investigate this unusual occurrence” Twilight proudly stated.

“Ah guess we ain't got a choice when you put it like that, but what're we gonna do with Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy all worked up o'er it?” said Applejack as she nodded towards the still twitching party pony and a cowering cream colored mare named Fluttershy.

“Come on girls, for all we know there could be an injured animal or some new discovery in the castle” Twilight stated anxiously.

“An injured animal, oh my” said a now worried Fluttershy. “Then we have to go there to help the poor thing”

“Exactly, so let’s go” stated Twilight.

The six mares then went into the forest and started down the winding trail that lead to the old castle of the royal sisters and where Twilight saw the aura.

As the six approached the area where the castle stood they noticed the area around them seemed somewhat heavier. As they got closer Rainbow Dash had to land and start walking for reasons she did not know.

“What the hay, why do I feel so heavy. I can't hover anymore” said an irritated Rainbow Dash.

“I don’t know, but I feel like my magic is being drained out of me right now” said a now cautious Twilight as the castle came into view. When they all looked up at the castle they all froze at what they saw.

The once old and mostly destroyed castle was now surrounded by a strange gold fog. The once destroyed walls now fixed with strange jewels of varying colors. The strange aura now completely enveloped the surrounding area which seemed to defy the standard dimensional laws.

“Oh dear, I must assume that this is what you were speaking of” said Rarity, amazed at what she saw.

“Ah don't like the look of this here castle twi. Shouldn' we 't least wait for the princes' to take a look” questioned a now unconformable Applejack

“There might not be enough time for that Applejack.” Stated Twilight “We need to find out exactly what this is so we can determine whether or not it is good”

With her final words carrying through the group, they all cautiously started heading towards the castle and who knows what else.

Investigations

A/N- I would like to thank DJ Leftwing for becoming a pre-reader for this story to help out with the grammar problems that have been pointed out

OFFICAIL ORDERS

Specialized Experimental Task Force Omega-8: “Armored Souls”

Lead by Omega-8-1: “Templar”

Overseer: “Havoc”

Operation: “New Bloom”

Objective: Protect Foundation resources as they investigate a new possible SCP that could provide a solution to a recent problem. Radio link will be established via new routines based off recent developments in SCP research. Proceed with caution as it is believed that the Global Occult Coalition (GOC) has been more active in the area. It is also believed that the Unusual Incident Unit of the FBI is investigating the area as well. Once location of SCP is found set up a defense perimeter to ensure no unauthorized personnel gets through.

Deadly Force is authorized against all hostiles and unknowns

“This is Nu-1 Lead, how copy?” Pulse stated into the radio he held in his hands.

“Nu-1 Lead, this is Control, call sign “Big Shield” reporting,” stated an intelligent sounding female voice from the radio. “Updates to your orders have been processed and are as follows: find out exactly what new SCP-1946 is, and its capabilities. Omega-8 will provide additional security to perimeter as ordered by Overseer “Havoc”. Hostiles have been sited within three klicks of your last broadcasted position, so caution is advised. Additional resources should arrive within a few hours. Over.”

“Roger. New objective is to research new subject until additional resources arrive. Exactly what kind of hostiles are we looking at? Over,” Pulse asked.

“That information is only needed to be known by Omega-8 personnel,” stated Big Shield. “Your only worry should be researching SCP-1946. Big Shield reporting out.” After finishing the radio conversation, Pulse handed the radio back to Omega Lead.

“We will make sure nothing gets anywhere close to this chamber,” Omega Lead stated solemnly as he started to make his way towards his task force that was situated outside of the main chamber.

“Well, at least now we know why they’re here. Though why would we need extra security if we already have our own personnel?” asked a now confused Trench as he looked towards the only entrance to the chamber. Outside of that exit were two visible units, both heavily armored personnel that were part of Omega-8. Their armor looked like it could withstand a blast from a tank. They both carried large shields and a large menacing looking weapon that appeared as if it could take on an entire battalion.

“Something tells me they’re hiding a big part of exactly what’s happening,” began a now concerned Pulse. “Those two look like they are made to take on an entire army.” Pulse glanced at the subject of their research. “Something tells me this arch is more important than we think,” he stated with a hint curiosity.

“And something tells me that these hostiles are more than just treasure hunters,” said a now thoughtful Trench. “The question is who are these people and exactly how many will there be?”

“I think we shouldn’t worry about all that, it seems that Omega will take care of that problem when it comes,” said Pulse as he looked at his men working on their current task. “I think all we should do right now is focus on the task at hand and figure out exactly what this thing is.” As Pulse finished his sentence he started towards the mysterious obsidian arch so he could help out in the research.

“I guess you’re right,” stated a now downed Trench, who was hoping to actually see some combat for once. He started to make his was towards the statues to see if he could figure out what their exact purpose was. As he neared the statues he snatched the phone away from Hole and kicked Grave-Digger awake. Sandy looked towards her lead so she could hear what he was going to say.

“All right, listen up,” Trench started with a commanding edge to his voice. “No more lounging around or sleeping. We are all to research the statues and arch to figure out exactly what they do. I do not care if you are security or research personal, we are all going to look over these strange artifacts so we can try to get this done quicker,” He finished as he scanned the three people who were surrounding him.

“So I guess that means no combat for us then,” Grave-Digger stated flatly, taking off his helmet and placing it on the pedestal of the human statue. “Well, at least we get to live another day, though why do we all have to work towards it now? Isn’t that usually a main forces job?”

“We were ordered to by a higher command,” Trench said, looking at the tired security unit. “All we do know now though is that this arch is more important than we originally thought, and we have to figure it out A.S.A.P.”

“And you think that these statues have something to do with the arch and what it does then?” asked Mirage, who was now standing in front of Trench with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Yes, I do think that these statues hold some importance to the task at hand, so we better start studying them,” Trench stated. “If we split the task force in half, we would have someone for each statue. So Picks and Ore get over here and help us now!” he yelled at the two who were doing almost nothing. They both started to jog over to Trench and his now complete statue research team.

“All right, now let’s start with the statues,” Trench said to his team as he walked over to the Alicorn statue, “and someone wake up the lazy ass sleeping by that griffon statue. Now!” He yelled, irritated by the fact someone slept through his short briefing. Mirage quickly shook Black Hole awake and informed him of the current task to be done.

As each person took their respective statue, Pulse got his group together so he could inform them of what needed to be done.

“Listen up, we need to research and find out what that arch is for A.S.A.P.,” Pulse said with authority in his voice. “Have any of you found anything useful yet?” he asked his group.

“The carvings on and around the arch seem to be of an unknown origin,” Spectrum stated with curiosity in his voice, “and how that got carved into it is a mystery as well. Some of the symbols do represent magical glyphs, and that could explain how the carvings got there. Considering the age of the arch, that seems like the most likely answer.”

“The structure of the arch suggests that it is made to be some kind of portal,” Quantum began with a look of thought on his face. “It is constructed in a rather unique way though. It seems that the inner edges are coated with some kind of special mineral, similar to the ones that were found in the jewel that was imbedded on the arch. I think there might actually be a way to activate it, but I have yet to find that part out,” he finished with a small nod of the head.

“The jewel seems to be a catalyst of some sort,” Stasis started his report as he eyed the jewel. “It has some rather strange abnormal properties; some that we have seen and others that we have yet to experience. It could be the key to activating the portal, but first we need to find out what is needed to start the chain reaction that will open it up.”

“So we actually do have an idea of what it does then!” exclaimed an astounded Pulse. “But we have to make sure before reporting it to command. And then we also have to figure out exactly where it goes.” Pulse started to think for a second then came up with an idea, “Portal, come over here now!” he yelled excitedly.

As the two task forces were researching their subjects, Omega-8 was preparing for a now confirmed assault on the cave. Omega-1, “Templar”, was making sure all his units were placed in the right spot and ready for the attack.

“Templar to Omega, are all of you in position and ready?” Templar called in on his integrated mic.

“Centurion here, me and Paladin in position at entrance and ready to tear ‘em up sir,” Omega-8-2 stated proudly through his mic as he looked at Omega-8-4, “Paladin”, on the other side of the cave entrance. Both of them had their shield raised and submachine gun pointed at the opening of the cave.

“Assassinio reporting, poised and ready for attack,” Omega-8-3 keyed in as he waited in a very small area near the entrance to the main chamber. He quickly checked his special armguards with built in blades and pistol, making sure both were in working order.

“Samurai in position and holding to support,” Omega-8-5 called in while he checked his Katana for any chinks. Satisfied with its condition he sheathed it and pulled out his F2000 assault rifle, training it on the entrance to the passageway that led to the main chamber.

“Gaesatae is here and ready to blow them away,” Omega-8-6 stated in a cold whisper, his sniper zeroed in on the entrance to the cave. His nest was above Centurion and Paladin’s current position. Gaesatae checked his calculations one last time before returning to his sights and awaiting the enemy.

“Spartan and Guardian in final hold position sir,” came the deep resonating voice of Omega-8-7, as he and Omega-8-8 stood in their specialized exo-suit armor in front of the entrance to the main chamber. Both stood ready to defend the entrance at all costs. One finial system check of the suit systems produced an all green status and both then waited to see if they would be needed.

“Roger, all units are green and ready to defend,” Templar stated into the com system. “Enemy is about three and a half klicks away. Size is believed to be in the hundreds. Remember, nothing gets in that main chamber. For the Foundation!” yelled a pumped up Templar as he took his position in the main chamber, checking his integrated systems and latest intel.

Meanwhile, in the other dimension:

As the six mares went into the gold mist they started to feel strange; Twilight being one of the first ones to notice the feeling. She felt as if all her good magic was being drained away and replaced with some kind of dark energy. Applejack started to feel paranoid about everything around her. Rarity felt like smearing mud all over her. Fluttershy started to become more loud and assertive. Pinkie started to feel depressed and sad, and Rainbow Dash started to feel like she was the lowest form of life in Equestira.

“Ah dunno 'bout you, but this place is makin' me feel a might strange,” said Applejack as her eyes darted from side to side rapidly.

“Me? Feel off? Never!” stated Fluttershy with pride. “As a matter of fact, I’m ready to go up to that castle and show whatever is in there a piece of my mind!” she yelled out as she thrust one hoof up into the air.

“Could you please stop talking so loud?” Pinkie asked sadly as she watched the ground go by as she walked.

“At least she has something to talk about,” Rainbow Dash solemnly added, looking hopelessly through the gold mist.

“Would you all stop your bellyaching and just keep moving toward the castle?” hissed Twilight as she glared at her friends. As the six advanced deeper into the mist and into the aura, the effect became even more pronounced.

“I swear this castle could use more black instead of all those pesky gems,” said Rarity as she looked at the ever approaching castle with thought.

“I believe the jewels are much better because of the fact that their crystalized structure would allow it to survive more harsh attacks,” stated a now very thoughtful Rainbow Dash.

As they went into the entrance of the castle they noticed that neither the aura, nor the mist were present inside. The strange feelings that they had developed slowly started to go away.

“What just happened?” asked a now bewildered Twilight as she looked around for any trace of the aura.

“Ah think we all just went nuttier than a fruitcake,” responded Applejack as she shook her head rapidly to get the last of the strange feeling out.

“I’m more interested in all these gems. I’ve never seen so many in one place, let alone making up a building!” exclaimed an amazed Rarity as she eyed the surrounding jewels with a look of hunger in her eyes.

“Now let’s focus. We have to find out where that aura is coming from,” Twilight reminded them as she tried to summon her magic to help track the strange glow, but as soon as her horn was lit it began to flicker. Soon after, the light disappeared altogether. “Now this is strange, I can’t even do simple magic,” Twilight stated, now even more determined to find out what was going on.

“Um Twilight, I think I might’ve found it,” Rainbow Dash said with a small quiver in her voice.

“Really? Where?” responded the lavender unicorn, now excited to know that the search would not take near as long as she thought it would.

“Over there,” said the Rainbow Dash as she pointed behind Twilight. Twilight followed the pointing hoof and suddenly felt herself grow cold at what she saw. Behind her on the wall was what appeared to be an archway that led to a staircase, and coming from the archway was the strange aura, mixed with a deep crimson mist. As the six approached it, they were hit with a strong odor, similar to that of rusty iron.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea Twilight,” Fluttershy whimpered as she hid behind Rainbow Dash.

“Come on, we’ve made it this far,” Twilight began, albeit with fear apparent in her voice. “We have to keep going so we can find out exactly what this aura is.”

“I agree with Fluttershy on this one dear. That arch just looks absolutely horrifying,” stated a semi-frightened Rarity as she looked at the strange vapor coming from the stairwell.

“Yeah, and my Pinkie Sense is going even crazier than, well… me,” Pinkie nervously added.

“Ah say we wait here for the princesses. Better safe than sorry ya' know,” Applejack said as she looked worriedly toward Twilight.

“But what if it’s too late then?” Twilight questioned, her own voice starting to betray her bravery, “It is our job as the Elements of Harmony to investigate disturbances that could endanger the balance of Equestria. Now are we going to let some strange looking mist stop us from finding out what’s happening?” Twilight finished, her voice now having a little bit of hope in it.

“I’ll go with Twilight on this one,” Rainbow Dash stated with confidence as she looked toward the strange stairwell. “We might even find something awesome down there.” She then went through the arch and down the stairs, with Twilight following soon after. And then one by one, they all went down.

Portal View

To: Doctor [Classified], Head of SCP-173 research team
From: Overseer “Havoc”, Head of Experimental Research and Development
Subject: SCP-173 Origins
To: Doctor [Classified],

It has come to my attention that all files pertaining to the location in which we found SCP-173 are no longer accessible. I believe that some of the research that my men have been doing may have discovered exactly what it might have been used for. I need all files pertaining to SCP-173 immediately so that we can follow this breakthrough and hopefully finally solve this case. If it is a matter of security clearance then rest assured, we have the need to know. I hope to get the files as soon as possible so we can at last put this whole thing to rest.
From: Havoc

To: Havoc
From: Dr. [Classified]

All the files we have of SCP-173 will be on your desk by tomorrow morning. Some of the files include the testimonies of the men who transported SCP-173 back in 1993, Dr. Smaschers’ findings about various incidents, and the analysis of some samples taken from the various droppings found in SCP-173’s container. I hope these prove to be useful and also hope that we can hear about some of these breakthrough findings you have.

Grave-Digger had moved on from his intact statue, one of a calm looking dragon, and decided to start looking at some of the broken ones and began scanning through the different pieces of various creatures. A silhouette that appeared on the far end of the room made Grave-Digger yell and jump back in horror, causing the rest of the statue research team rushed to their now babbling comrade.

“What’s with the yelling Grave?” Trench asked as he tried to calm Grave-Digger down.

“Maybe he saw his reflection,” Sandy joked, which was received with a slap on her head by Hole who was tired of her ‘jokes’.

“S….S…SCP…..” Grave-Digger stuttered as he tried to get the words out of his mouth.

“Out with it already man!” Picks yelled as he grabbed and shook Grave-Digger, hoping it would help.

“SCP-173!” Grave-Digger yelled as he pointed at the object of his fear. The others followed his finger and were met with the soulless eyes of SCP-173. The rest of the group except for Mirage froze in shock as they stared at the object.

“Isn’t it impossible for 173 to be here? He is currently locked up at site 19, right?” Mirage asked as he took a step toward the statue for a closer look.

“Mirage has a point,” Trench stated as he followed Mirage toward the statue. As the two got closer, they both realized that even though the statue looked similar, it was not SCP-173. “You all can calm down, this is not 173. And even if it was this statue is broken,” Trench told the rest of his team, allowing them all to relax a tiny bit.

“But you have to admit, it still looks eerily similar to it,” Grave-Digger said as he stood up and brushed himself off. The statue in question looked like a broken SCP-173. It also appeared to be made of obsidian instead of concrete and had jewels creating the face. As Trench got closer to it, he also noticed strange markings covering the statue, most of which appeared arcane in nature. “I better tell headquarters about this,” Trench stated as he started going towards Omega Lead to get the radio.

While the rest of the statue team got back to work, the portal team was working a hunch. Pulse hoped that his plan would work and that Portal could do it. As Portal looked over the arch he got a small smile on his face. He looked over to Pulse and nodded.

“Just as I thought, you will be able to do it,” Pulse said as he sighed in relief. The group watched as the young boy pulled out a small cube shaped object out of his pocket. He gave it a small squeeze then proceeded to throw it up in the air. As everyone watched the cube fall, they saw that it was getting bigger.

“Who is this kid?” Crystal asked as he watched the young boy open the cube, which strangely had a heart on the center of each of its faces.

“That kid is Portal,” Stasis began as they continued to watch the young boy. “From what I know, he came from some strange research facility with all kinds of advanced A.I. and technology.”

“So what happened to this facility?” Crystal asked as he became curious to the story.

“It seems the main A.I. went crazy and killed all the workers. I think that Portal is the founders’ son. Or something like that.” Stasis answered as he saw Portal pull out a strange looking device out of the cube.

“And the boy’s name is?” Crystal asked

“None of us really know, and we don’t know the name of the facility he came from either,” Stasis answered with a sigh as he continued watching Portal. Portal was currently attaching all kinds of wires connected to his strange object. As Portal was placing the last few wires, Pulse saw Trench talking on the radio, and as Pulse turned to see what Trench was doing, he felt the cave shake.

Meanwhile

The six mares went down the staircase, which seemed to go on indefinitely. After traveling down the stairs for what seemed like hours, the mares reached the bottom, where they found a short hall which led to what seemed to be a meeting chamber. The chamber appeared to be the same size as the royal throne room in the Canterlot Castle, and the entire chamber was encrusted with a wide variety of variegated gems and jewels, some of which even Rarity had never seen before. As the mares came into the room they were all equally stunned and confused by the chamber. What perplexed them the most, especially Twilight, was a strange looking arch in the center of the room. Flanking the arch was two peculiar statues.

“What is this place?” Twilight asked as she looked around the strange chamber.

“I think a better question is what is it made of? I have never seen such a vast array of jewels in one place before!” Rarity stated with stars in her eyes.

“Wow. Look at all this. This looks like something that Daring Doo would find!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed as she stared wide eyed at the chamber.

The six started to head towards the arch, which was black with multi-colored symbols on it, stopping short to examine the two statues that were beside it. The two black statues looked very strange; they had oval like heads, a rectangular like body, short stubby limbs, and were very tall. The face seemed to be made up of a familiar looking red jewel and they were both covered in multi-colored symbols.

“Well one thing you do have to admit is that those statues match the arch,” Rarity stated with a small sigh. Twilight decided that the arc would be easier to study since it was not as tall and seemed less menacing. As Twilight looked over the arch the others decided to examine around a little bit more. The five began to explore, and they quickly found more statues, these ones of more familiar characters. The statues were of two Alicorns, a pony from each tribe, and one of a strange looking creature. The creature in question looked similar to a monkey but was much larger and had not tail. It seemed to have fur only on its head and wore a strange looking garment. The Alicorns were a mystery as well; they were two that the group had never seen before.

“Twi, d'you have any idea who these two're s'posed t'be?” Applejack asked as she looked at the two unknown figures. Twilight halted her study of the arch and approached the line of statues. She looked at the two figures as a perplexed look overtook her face.

“I have no idea who these two are, but they look a lot like Princess Celestia and Luna” Twilight stated as she stared hard at the statues. The two Alicorns looked similar to the Day and Night Princesses but were also different, the main one being the cutie marks. Instead of a Sun and a Moon, there was a Comet and Metor. The other main difference was that one of the figures seemed to be a male. As Twilight moved closer to get a better look she felt the whole room shake. Everyone quickly looked towards the arch to see that a strange aura had enveloped the threshold. None of the girls could believe what they saw. Within the strange aura was one of those strange creatures, and it seemed that he had just turned around to look at something. Just as quick as the aura had appeared, it disappeared. Twilight ran up to the arch to see what had happened, and in her haste she failed to notice the statues start to float, or a strange light coming from the stairwell.

Author's Note

Okay, this took a while. Sorry, I had terrible writers block and kept getting distracted. I really need to thank my two pre-readers because they both helped me get through my block and make this chapter, Mostly Doctor Colgate but Leftwing helped me through as well. I am also sorry but that big scene will not be until the next chapter.

Weapons of the Ancients

Overseer ‘Havoc’

Authorized Deployment of following resources for securing vital point/researching vital object

Five high ranking scientist
Four specialized agents
Six D-Class personal
[Redacted] •The above mentioned resources should not enter proximity of the VP until the all clear is given by: Omega-8 or an Overseer.

•Potential for VO still unknown, approach with caution. Possible links to following SCPs have been noted; 173, [Redacted].

•Resource enroute has been given call sign Obsidian Cutters. Relay information to current teams in VP

Signed

[Redacted]

“Yes ma’am, it looks like just like SCP-173 only with different materials and broken. We will wait until the research team gets here.” Trench stated into the radio as he noticed Pulse heading towards him. Just as Trench was putting the radio down he felt the entire chamber shake. Everyone instantly turned their head toward Omega lead knowing he would have some kind of answer.

“My men are taking care of it right now, so don’t worry. They are the best we have to offer.” Omega Lead assured the other personnel as he looked toward the entrance. Portal thought he heard a sound coming from the arch when he looked toward the strange leader, but when he looked to see what it was, it stopped. Portal shrugged it off and got back to work on the archway, hoping his theory was right.

“So what were you doing on the radio?” Pulse asked Trench once he reached him.

“I was just reporting a strange statue we found. But we actually got new orders again; we are now to wait until the research team gets here too continue investigating this chamber.” Trench stated as he started moving towards his statue group. “Be sure to tell everyone that. It seems that there is more to this than we know.” He finished as he approached the statue team to tell them the news. Pulse sighed and started to move towards the arch to tell Portal and the rest of his team to stop everything.

Templar was not the slight bit worried about the fight that was just about to happen. The small tremor that everyone felt was just the start of the assault by the GOC. This was the first true test of his unit and he was not going to disappoint any of the Overseers. Everyone in his unit was highly trained and ready to show just what they could do. Now all they had to do was destroy the invading force, give the all clear, then wait for Obsidian Cutter to arrive. Templar took one last look around the chamber before heading through the entrance of the chamber to go join the action.

Up at the entrance to the cave Centurion, Paladin, and Gaesatae were waiting for the first wave to arrive. The group heard the hum of engines approaching and readied their weapons. After hearing the sound of doors opening and slamming shut, everyone in the group took the safety off and waited for the first unfortunate soul to enter the crosshairs. A few moments later the first three cultists entered the cave. Gaesatae quickly trained his crosshair over one and fired as the three went down in a symphony of red.

“Well I guess we will have to paint the cave red now won’t we.” Gaesatae stated coldly as he trained his rifle on the next intruder. The other two were quickly downing targets, each one making the floor redder as blood spilled. Templar reached the cave entrance just as the waves started to get heavier. Templar pulled out his gun/sword hybrid, which had Peacemaker etched on its side, and started to join the defense. Each person was aiming for the most cult kills and trying to ‘paint’ the most. After Gaesatae blew another person’s brain out he noticed something that filled him with dread. Just outside and starting to approach the entrance of the cave was an APC, its gun starting to train itself on Templar.

“I think it is time for us to go!” Gaesatae yelled out as he grabbed his rifle and ran down the corridor to the next defense point. The others looked at the entrance and stared wide-eyed at the heavy machine. Templar quickly signaled the other two to head down to the next position as he held off as many cultists as he could. After he was sure they were ready Templar turned around and ran down the right corridor to position number two. As he neared the next emplacement he quickly asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Where the hell did they get that?” he asked the four others, all of whom responded with shrugs.

“The real question is what has got them so wound up? The GOC usually never tries an all-out-assault like this.” Paladin exclaimed as he looked up toward the entrance to the corridor. All five men looked at each other hoping one had the answer. Samurai looked toward his commander thoughtful look on his face.

“Maybe we are not dealing with who we think.” Samurai started as the group started to hear small voices down the path leading to them. “They might look like, act like, and fight like the GOC but the GOC would never try anything like this.” Samurai finished as he looked at the walls of the entrance. Shadows were dancing towards them which gave the group the sign that they had to get ready quickly.

“The good news is the giant machine can’t come down here.” Paladin said as he aimed his gun towards the entrance.

“And what is the bad news then.” Centurion asked as he trained his own weapon on the entrance.

“We are facing mad cultists look alikes who seem to have an infinite number of mercenaries and heavy machinery.” Paladin answered as he took the safety off.

“I like those odds.” Gaesatae hissed as he shot the first cultist to walk through the entrance, his brain matter splattering against the cave wall. He continued his accurate barrage as Paladin and Centurion started to lay down suppressive fire. Samurai and Templar both took out their blades and started to slash anything that made it through the hellfire. The entrance walls soon became a canvas of red with little pink bits mixed within. The floor beyond it soon became littered with dismembered bodies and organs. As Samurai hacked through another cultist in a splatter of red he noticed something a little off about the invaders.

“Templar, do you notice something off about these cultists?” Samurai asked as he slashed through another cultist’s chest. The cultist kneeled down and tried to stop his bleeding only to be beheaded by Samurai as Templar started to respond.

“Yeah, only a small amount of these cultists are even responding to anything that is happening. Something isn’t right about this.” Templar finished as he got a small idea. The next cultist that came within his reach he grabbed by the head. He sliced the body clean off and inspected the dismembered head closely. Templar noticed something that made everything make sense. He quickly yelled at the rest of his unit to fall back immediately.

Meanwhile…

As Twilight neared the arch she saw the two strange statues all of a sudden hover to the center, both of their ‘gazes’ locked onto the purple unicorn. Everypony gasped in fear as the statues started a quick advance toward the strangely frozen unicorn. Just before the statues reached Twilight two beams of energy came from the stairwell, hitting the statues causing both of them to stop their advance on their target. Both statues and Everypony turned to look at what fired the beams of energy. Standing at the entrance to the stairwell was the sun princess Celestia. The statues immediately began pursuing the princess only to be stopped dead in their tracks by Celestia’s magic aura. She lifted them up and placed them back at their posts next to the arch, using a special spell to make them become inanimate once again. Twilight and the gang ran up to Celestia, hoping to find some answers. Before anypony could start asking questions the princess spoke up.

“My little ponies, just what do you think you are doing?” the sun princess stated in a worried voice. “Why did you enter the cave without my assistance?” The princess looked over the mares, waiting for one of them to start explaining. Twilight stepped forward, still a little shaky from the experience, and started to explain.

“Princess,” Twilight started with a hint of guilt in her voice, “We thought that there might have been somepony in trouble. When we got closer and entered that strange fog we couldn’t help but keep going forward, we even started to act like completely different ponies.” Twilight was about to go on but was cut off by Celestia.

“Girls,” she began her voice taking a more gentle tone of understanding, “the reason I wanted you to wait is because this is not a place for mortal ponies to trot. At least is isn’t anymore.” Her features turned dark as she muttered the last part out. The look of pain and regret leaving just as fast as it appeared as she continued. “The fog was once a deterrent for the many creatures of the forest, it was used to make sure nothing came to close that isn’t supposed to be here. Though it looks like it has been corrupted like the rest of the castle.” Celestia looked at each of the girls before continuing, knowing that she could not tell them exactly what the room was for yet. As she talked, all the occupants of the room failed to notice the symbols on the portal start to glow, along with parts of the floor.

Author's Note

Sorry for bieng a little late. It was ready for a grammar check around a week or two ago, but my usaul pre-reader has been extremely busy with schoolwork and life. So in his absence Theirum was nice enough to do the pre-read for me.

Through the Tainted Looking Glass

Request for new Task Force creation:
Due to the past few SCPs being more violent than before, I suggest that we create a new TF to help protect our resources and personal. This TF should be organized under the newly formed SCP experimental technology research group. The specifications should try to follow this baseline;
• Fully Combat Capable
• Multiple styles of combat
• Able to defend and attack against at least Euclid, One part of TF must be able to hold grounds against Keter level SCPs
• Use a specialized variety of weapons that are adaptable
• Make use of the latest technology the Foundation has to offer
• Be deployed alongside normal TFs to help defend them
• Have In-Depth Knowledge of various SCPs
Signed,
{Redacted} ‘Havoc’ Sec. Level 4

Dear Havoc,

Your request has been processed and approved with minor changes. Agents have already been dispatched to find suitable men to create the test unit. You have been deemed the director of this new group, and as such have been promoted to Level 5. You will be allowed to interview the men brought in from various parts of the world to pick who you think is the most capable of the new group. Notes on the technology at your disposal has already been put into your box, review it and pick what you think will help your TF out. We think you have a good idea here {Redacted}, but I will be the first to warn you. If your men are not ready by their first deployment, then there will be consequences. Your Task Force shall be known as ‘Armored Souls’ and are following these guidelines:

Shall be formed from various Special Operations Group and Mercenary personal
Shall be formed under the ‘New Bloom’ initiative
Will have access to new technology formed under the SCP R&D group
Will have at least a year to train before their first deployment
Will consist of- at least one marksman, at least two riflemen, at least one CQB specialist, one leader, and at most two area defenders.
Further details will be given as needed. Until then start preparing for the arrival of your ‘might-bes’.
From,
Overseer {Redacted}

The sounds of gunfire echoing through the chamber entrance causing everyone to turn their heads quickly towards the opening. Both groups looked toward each other before looking back. Trench saw the anxious looks on most of the combined Task Forces faces, and decided to create some conversation while they waited for the battle to end.

“Since we might be down here a while before the research group gets here, why don’t we introduce ourselves. I don’t really think we all have had the chance to hear each other’s names yet.” Trench said with a smile. Everyone murmured to the person next to them and all nodded towards the Leader. “All right, I guess I will start then. My name is Maxwell Dieir, but everyone knows me as ‘Trench’. I was born in California, very close to the fault line. One of the few things you really need to know about me is that I always need to know what is going on; something happened a while back that could have all been avoided if I knew what was going on with my subordinates. I promise that if you keep any information from me, no matter how trivial you might think it is, your life will be hell. Now, why don’t you go next, Grave-Digger?” Trench said as he looked toward his bored looking companion. Grave-Digger shrugged his shoulders and stood up, taking a deep breath in and opening his eyes before he spoke.

“Yeah, my name is Samuel Namet,” He started with a yawn as he ran his hand through his stone gray hair, “but you better call me Grave-Digger. I come from a small town known as Viridian Town, which has one of the biggest cemeteries right next to it. The town had a huge tower that was haunted, and I actually got the name Grave-Digger because of that tower. I am the main security for our Task Force, which means a love action and hate just waiting around doing nothing though that does mean I get to rest a little bit more.” He said with a small chuckle as he yawned once again. “Only real thing you need to know about me is to never try to confront me, I have had some rather strange training back home. Some might even say ‘supernatural’ training.” A spine-chilling laugh came from the security head as he looked toward Sandy. “Your next beautiful, go ahead and make the crowd go wild” He stated flatly as he sat back down, his expression once again changing to one of extreme boredom. Sandy glared at Grave-Digger before clearing her throat and speaking to the combined group with a voice full of confidence and obnoxious.

“Hello, my name is Sandy Wails and-“an explosion from the entrance of the chamber cut her off. Everyone quickly looked toward the sound and observed the two heavy Omega troops looking towards something down the bunker, bringing their heavy weapons up with them. Seconds after they saw the rest of Omega run through the opening, Lead rushing towards the group. Before he even got to them he started shouting out to them.

“Get anyone who can activate the portal out of here now!” He yelled out as he got to the group. Everyone looked at him confused as the rest of Omega caught up, the sounds of a raging battle coming from the entrance. Trench started to open his mouth but was quickly cut off. “There is no time for discussion right now!” Omega Lead, still shouting, said toward the other leader. “Who knows how to activate this thing?” He said toward the two leaders. Pulse quickly spoke up to the frantic leader, a small hint of confusion coming off his voice.

“The only one who can activate it would be Portal, but why-“he was cut off by Omega lead once again.

“Get him out of here along with an escort NOW!” Omega Lead yelled as the sound of war slowly came closer and closer. Omega Lead looked back for a second before looking between the two leaders. “What are you waiting for, pick some escorts and send him through the portal now” He yelled angrily, glaring at the two leads. Pulse and Trench quickly looked at each other than toward their now very confused Task Forces. Each leader thought for half a second before coming to their conclusion on who to escort Portal.

“Mirage and Magnets go with Portal now!” “Grave, Picks go with the kid” both leaders yelled simultaneously, all of them quickly getting up and gathering their gear. The sound of bullets flying was echoing right from the entrance, signaling they had no more time to waste. “Assassinio go with them, make sure nothing happens to any of them” they heard Omega Lead yell out as the group got to the portal. Portal took out his phone and activated a small button from it, causing the portal to turn on once again thanks to the machinery. Portal grabbed the small cube right before he and the rest of the group ran through the portal, disappearing from sight for the men left inside of the cavern. The portal quickly deactivated after the group went through. Trench quickly looked towards Omega Lead, demanding an explanation for what had just happened. Before he could even get one word out, he was cut off once again by the now calmer Lead.

“I have very little time to explain,” he started quickly; his voice now softer, but still having a rigid end to it. “What I can say is that this chamber is about to be assaulted by a bunch of dangerous objects that cannot get access to what is through that portal.” He finished as he looked back toward the entrance once again, this time seeing his two heavy guards starting to fall back slowly, signaling it was time to bunker down.

“What do you mean objects, isn’t it the cult? And you do know what is thought there do-“ Trench was once again cut off as Omega turned around, looking toward the Task Force behind him. He let a small smile escape his lips as he spoke his next sentence.

“I already told you there is no time for explanations, the enemy is about to come in and we have to make sure they do not get to the portal.” He and the rest of Omega started to find cover to help them defend the area. “And you might want to find cover; this is going to be a long fight.” Letting a magazine fall from his weapon, Omega Lead reloaded his weapon.

“Wait, what about-“

“They won’t be coming, they got eliminated” Omega Lead stated flatly as the heavy guards quickly came through the entrance to take up a strategic defense position somewhere between the entrance and the portal. “Also just to tell you, you can call me Templar.” The small smile returning to his features as he aimed down his sights and started to fire toward the first wave of enemies coming through the entrance.

Meanwhile

“I hope that you girls now understand the danger that you were in once you entered the castle,” Celestia said sternly “But I am glad that none of you got hurt” she said as she softened her voice. “This gateway is very dangerous and must not be re-activated” She stated as she glared at the ominous gateway. She noticed the soft glow coming from it, but decided that is was not enough for it to activate.

“What do you mean Princess, what makes this gateway so dangerous?” Twilight asks as she eyed the arch with mixed curiosity. She too started to notice the strange glow on the arch and floor.

“Usually, this would be something I would rather keep from everypony. But given the circumstances, I think you six should know.” Celestia stated as she took a more serious look to her face. “As you know, this castle was once mine and Luna’s home. One thing that most ponies have always wondered is why we made our home in the Everfree Forest. Something that many do not know about the forest is that it has a very special property. The strange attributes of the forest come from another universe, one where nature controls everything.” The regent heard various gasps echo through the room as she took a deep breath before continuing on, her features turning dark. “This room was created after Luna and I discovered that we could open a rift that leads to this new universe. Once we got there we were greeted by a strange group of creatures who seemed to have made their own gateway much like our own.”

Celestia stopped her story when she heard a faint whooshing sound that slowly got louder and louder. She looked toward the source of the sound to see that the gateway had activated, its gel like center quickly spitting out multiple strange looking forms. The six mares slowly started to back up as the strange figures stood. Celestia glared at the six shadows as they surprisingly put all their weight on two legs. They slowly looked around and saw the Princess and her little ponies. One turned their head to talk to the others and then slowly brought up a strange looking stick, holding it in front of what appeared to be a head.

Author's Note

Thanks to Dr. Colgate AKA Viridian and Theirum for proofreading this chapter. Now I must ask, If you are good at drawing/art and interested in maybe doing some cover art for me, please send me a message. The SCP symbol is pretty cool, but I think it could be at least 20% cooler as well as my other stories cover art. Thank You.

Symbols of Contact

Memorandum # [Redacted]

For: New Bloom Initiative Overseers and Directors

Subject: Recent Findings from NewBloom and Actions Being Taken

As you all know, the New Bloom Initiative has been in the works for a few years. You all have put in a lot of hard work and effort up till now ensuring everything went as planned. It has all finally paid off. Recent surveying of a rock formation in [Redacted] has shown a rather unusual, but familiar energy. This energy has been given off of several SCPs in our inventory, such as; 173, 035, 111, 152, and [Redacted]. This type of energy is only found on these SCPs and now this one single location, which means we might have just found a big part of the puzzle. We want to act on this information as quick as possible so we will start preparing immediately and set out by the end of the week. The Task Forces that are suggested to be on this operation shall be Rho-8, Nu-1, Zeta-9, and Omega-8. This shall be the TFs to go for now, though could change at any instance. This is the break that we have been searching for, let us use it to our full advantage and make sure we do not lose it to anyone.

PS to Overseer ‘Havoc’: Your TF shall deploy even though they still have four months of training chalked up. Consider this an extra challenge to your abilities and your men’s skills.

“Finally, a small break” Templar stated as he looked toward the entrance to the chamber, bodies littering the floor in-between. Not long after the small group had disappeared into the portal, the waves of GOC seemed to get bigger and bigger. Though oddly enough, it seemed that the body count did not match. Templar saw this break as a perfect chance to tell the other TF leaders about his findings about their enemies. He quietly signaled for Trench and Pulse to come toward him. Both walked up to him and started to listen.

“I think we might be fighting something different than the GOC” Templar started, pausing for the question he knew one of the leaders would ask. Pulse spoke it word by word.

“I think we both agree, the numbers are too high to be a group like the GOC, but then that leaves the question as to who this really is and why are they impersonating the GOC” He stated as he studied the bodies littering the floor of the cavern. Templar let a little chuckle out as he grabbed the head he got from before and showed it to both leaders. They both recoiled a bit, but then noticed the same thing he did. On the back of the neck were two words which made them both of their hearts skip a beat, The Factory. Following the trademark of one of the most elusive organizations the Foundation knew was a symbol that looked like tomahawk comprised of two triangles and a crescent shape. After a few moments of silence between the leaders, Trench was the next to speak about the current situation.

“So they are all robots made by The Factory... makes sense, but still leaves some holes in this” He started as Pulse took over.

“How could they build such advanced robotics,” Pulse started as he took the head from Templar and examined it closely, “and make it so lifelike that we actually thought we were fighting the GOC” he finished his question as Templar took the head back and pointed to the unknown symbol.

“The answer lies in this strange symbol” Templar stated as he looked toward the downed robot, each of them extremely lifelike and containing an AI that he guessed surpassed anything that even the Foundation could develop. “Whatever this symbol means,” Templars face showed nothing but thought and concentration as he looked back to the other two leads, “has a power that is more advanced anything we have ever seen.” Templar handed the head to Pulse, telling them both to show the symbol to their men to see if any of them recognized it. Both leaders left Templar to show the symbol to their teams as Templar rounded up his own men to do their own analysis. Centurion was the first to point out what was gained from the conversation they just listened in on.

“So we are actually fighting intelligent robots that seem to have been developed by The Factory and some unknown group using AI that has most likely only been seen in certain SCPS” He asked his leader who gave a quick nod to his observations. “Of course, so does this mean a new SCP or something… could be like 1713 which just produces them and…” Centurion was quickly cut off.

“Except 1713 automatons stay in 1713 and are usually non-hostile” Gaesatae stated as he stared coldly at Centurion. “Plus these show advanced tactics and verbal skills while still being completely organic. Not a single bit of electrical energy readings apart from regular equipment and regular human thermal levels. Whatever these things are, they are neither robots nor regular humans.” He concluded as he looked toward Templar. “Has The Factory ever developed something sentient or organic before?” he asked, to which Templar could only shake his head.

“As far as I know, there hasn’t been.” Templar responded as he looked toward Samurai. “I need you to search though the databases to see if there has ever been such an SCP” He told him, to which Samurai gave a quick nod and moved away so he could research in some peace. Templar then turned back to Gaesatae. “I need you to look over these bodies to see just what the hell we are dealing with here, and maybe also shed some light on some weaknesses.”

“Searching the dead, always a fun task.” He responded coldly as he moved toward a mass of bodies to analyze them. Templar then turned to Centurion and Paladin.

“I need you two to try and find a living subject so we can do a more through analysis of what these things are. Also keep an eye out for them coming towards us, something tells me they are getting ready for another assault.” Both men gave an acknowledgement then started toward the entrance of the cavern to scout. Templar finally turned toward both of his Behemoths. “Lastly, I need you two to watch the other TFs. Orders might come down from Havoc and I don’t want them catching wind of anything before I do.” Templar received a ‘yes sir’ from both of them and watched as they took a good spot for observing the other TFs discretely. Now with a moment to himself, Templar couldn’t help but think about something. What exactly was the Foundation accomplishing with this whole ‘NewBloom’ thing, and why were so many details being kept from him and his men. Whatever it was, he knew he had to get to the bottom of it, and it all started with the portal and what lay beyond it.

The portal spit the mixed TF members out in a jumbled up mess before quickly reverting back to its stable state. The assorted members slowly started to get untangled and back on their feet before taking in their new surroundings. They saw statues similar to the ones back at the Cavern, Jewels covering the entire area, more strange symbols, multicolored ponies that were staring at them, a black SCP 173, ano… Picks eyes widened at the all too familiar figure as he stuttered to warn the others in the group as he raised his gun, only to be stopped by Magnets who walked right up to the statue and knocked right on its head.

“No need to worry Picks,” He said as he kicked the statue to the ground which caused the strange pony creatures to gasp, “It really is just a statue like the one back at the Cavern.” Mirage came forward as he studied the symbols on the statue and arch.

“These symbols are the exact same as the ones back at the chamber, same for the statues correct?” He asked as he slowly stood up only to get pushed out of the way by Picks who wanted to get a closer look at the look-alike.

“Yeah, only these ones look much less broken… maybe the arch plays the Song of Healing when someone travels through it or…” Picks what cut short by Grave-Digger who kicked him right in the back of the head, a annoyed expression on his face.

“Or maybe we went to another location, you know like portals tend to do” Grave-Digger stated coldly as he placed a foot on body of Picks to prevent him from getting back up and start talking again. Mirage spoke as he seemed to somehow look of in the distance.

“But then that leaves the question of where we are, or even when we are” He questioned again, this time prompting an answer from Magnets.

“Well judging by our surroundings I would say…” He was quickly cut short by a raised voice coming from the direction of the strange equine beings. The six figures stopped all their commotion to look towards the beings, which they now counted out to be seven. Six of them seemed to be ponies of different types of equines of mythology in varying colors while the other seemed to be some kind of Unicorn Pegasus horse thing with a rainbow for a mane. The one who yelled, a lavender unicorn with purple hair, was looking at the group with a mix of anger and confusion. She, at least they all thought it was a she by the pitch of the yell and the coloration, repeated herself once again.

“I said, just what are you and why can you speak our language?” she asked as she cautiously got closer. The others of the group seemed to be a mix of scared, cautious, and curious. Though one looked like she was about to faint. Mirage, ignoring the question all together, continued on his observations.

“Well that confirms we are no longer on the Earth, or at least the one we are from. The fact that they are speaking our langue though does provide some insight, though I do not know exactly what it means.” He finished as Portal nodded his head in agreement before the lavender unicorn once again started to talk.

“Wait, aren’t you even scared of us or even curious?” she asked timidly, which was quickly answered by a laugh from Picks, who was once again on his feet and heading towards the unicorn. Once he got close to her he crouched down and started talking directly to her. She started to shake as he spoke.

“You see,” he started as he began to use cliché gestures to tell their story, “we have seen all kinds of strange and horrifying things. From organic motherboards, to keys that kill, to indestructible monsters, to killer piñatas, too… well I think you see the point. Those things are pretty freaky and can cause nightmares. Now you, small purple equine with a small horn, you are about as scary as a Goomba. Now leave us alone so we can get back to business” Picks concluded as he patted the unicorns head and rejoined the rest of the group, leaving the equine creatures with their mouths wide open in astonishment.

“What the hay just happened?” the group heard as they got back into their discussion.

Author's Note

So after a long time, I bring you the next chapter. I do hope it was worth the wait and I do apologize, I had to do a big move and had to go straight to work the day after I got there. Chapters will come out in much less time now and I have something special planned if I get enough likes.

PS. This is before grammar pre-read- will be updated after it goes through it.

Close Encounter of the Pony Kind

Emergency Notification
To: All Personnel Level 4 and above

Subject: New Group of Interest

It has come to our attention that a new group may have been found. Agents investigating a recent SCP came under attack by an unknown force, consisting of men wearing the Global Occult Coalition uniform and others wearing a strange jumpsuit with trifocal goggles over their eyes. Not much else is known at this time as all but one of the agents died in the attack. It is unknown at this time if the new group is with the GOC, part of the GOC, or just trying to appear to be the GOC. Connections to The Factory might have also been found. Agent [REDACTED] reported to seeing the strangely clad men carrying [REDACTED] and seeing a few instances of [REDACTED]. This is currently being investigated and updates shall come to you as time goes on. You are expected to relay all needed info to your security heads as soon as possible.

0-5 Override: This information shall only been given to personnel within the New Bloom Initiative that require such information. All information acquired about this new group shall be relayed straight to me before going to any other division.

“So it’s a head of some kind of robot then?” Hole asked as he took a picture of the disembodied head with his phone. He then grabbed the head from Pulse to get a closer look at it. “I don’t get it.” he stated as he stared into the empty eyes of the head.

“You’re not supposed to get it, dumbass!” Sandy said as she snatched the head from Hole. “We are trying to find out what the strange symbol on its neck is.” she continued as she pointed at the strange symbol with her right hand while her other held the head by the hair. Pulse started to shake his head as the others finally started to gather around the three.

“If you don’t get it yet, we need to find out what this symbol means.” Pulse detailed as he took the head from Sandys’ hands and pointed toward the symbol. Everyone started to scratch their heads as they observed the strange symbol.

“So, anyone have any ideas?” Trench asked the group as he scanned the faces of the rest of the group. It seemed that everyone had the same puzzled face, except for one.

“Now I know for a fact I have seen that somewhere before.” Chrono whispered, barley loud enough for the group to hear. Chrono took a step forward and unceremoniously swiped the head from Pulses’ hands. He held the head up close so he could see the symbol as clearly as possible and as soon as he did he let out a gasp. “No way.” he uttered as he looked even closer at the symbol.

“Wait, do you know what that symbol means Chrono?” asked Pulse as he stepped next to Chrono. Chrono closed his eyes in concentration as he tried to remember.

“I know I’ve seen it before, I just forget… wait.” Chrono paused for a moment when it hit him. “YURI!” he yelled as he tossed the head into the air, which was thankfully caught by Ore. The group looked at their eccentric team member with very perplexed looks.

“Care to elaborate a little bit?” Crystal requested as he tried to clear the ringing from his ears. Chrono adopted a large grin on his face as he remembered exactly what the symbol was.

“Yuri! As in Yuri’s Revenge.” Chrono began, “It was an expansion to one of my favorite games ever made. This symbol was the main emblem for the Yuri faction, which was based around psychic warfare and mind control. Actually rather fitting once you think about it.” he ended with a fulfilled look on his face. As the others processed the information, Trench couldn’t help but think that it could not have just been pure coincidence that such a symbol appeared on these things they were fighting.

“This game, what is the basic plot of it?” Trench inquired as the rest of the group looked at him with looks of confusion. Chrono tapped his foot and started to think of the best way to explain it to the group, as he did not quite understand it too well himself.

“Well.” Chrono started ”It is basically about an alternate timeline where Hitler never existed and Russia started World War Two, which was still won by the allied nations. This game follows up on that with World War Three, which ends in disaster causing the Allies to have to go back in time to make sure they defeat this person named Yuri who was controlling everything in the background using all kinds of weird shit. The Allies manage to defeat Yuri and once again save the world for a bit.” Chrono finished with a dead silence filling the air. He looked around and saw that everyone had a look of utter confusion on their face. Trench took a step forward and broke the silence.

“So basically, these guys go back in time and change the present?” he asked, to which Chrono nodded slowly. Trench processed this information, which seemed like something all too familiar. “To change the future… there is no way to do that unless…” Trenchs’ eyes widened as he remembered something. “Chrono, I want you to tell us everything you can about that game. Something tells me it has more relevance than we could ever think!” Trench stated as he motioned for everyone to sit down. He only hoped they had enough time to sort this all out before the next wave came.

“Just who do you think you bozos are?” Rainbow Dash yelled as she flew right up to the creature that had ‘explained’ everything to them. She pressed her snout right up against his, any fear she once felt now replaced with pure rage at how her friend had just gotten treated. The creature just shoved her to the ground, a look of what seemed to be annoyance decorating his features.

“Who do we think we are? I believe we are the Foundations best trying to work on something that could very well save the whole world, maybe even the universe.” It stated as he pointed a weird, looking claw directly at Rainbow Dash. “The real question here is this, who the hell do you think you are trying to be aggressive to us? Who, might I add, have yet to show any hostility towards you.” The creature was about to continue before he was quickly pulled away by a much shorter one wearing a weird looking robe thing. Another creature stepped up, this one with a dead expression on his face. He looked over to Twilight and her friends before speaking in what seemed like a voice from the Reaper himself.

“If you want to talk, then fine, we will talk.” It started before flicking something on the strange stick in his hands. “But, I suggest you choose your words wisely. Now then, who is in charge of this little freak-show?” he questioned. Before anyone one else could speak up, Celestia trotted up towards the creature, her features showing a mix of annoyance and rage.

“I am Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestira, and I demand to know who you are and why you have invaded my peaceful country.” She stated, the authority and regality easily detectable in her voice. The creature standing in front of her was unmoved except for a small grin appearing on his face as he spoke.

“I am Grave-Digger, head of security for the Foundations Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 ‘Mole Rats’ and we are here to secure this artifact.” He announced as his grin fell, his voice chilling the Mane Six to the bone. Celestia kept her demeanor as she continued to listen. “Now as long as you don’t attack us, we might not hurt you.” Grave-Digger once again flicked something on the strange stick he was carrying. Celestia quickly stomped a hoof in the ground, her gaze unchanged.

“As long as you do not hurt any of my little ponies, then no harm shall come to any of you.” She stated, hoping to make some kind of peace with the creatures before continuing. Grave-Digger just chuckled to himself before speaking.

“I make no promises.” He affirmed as he transferred the stick to his back. Celestia glared at Grave-Digger, who just started to chuckle again. “You really think you scare us don’t you?” He asked, though did not even give her a chance to answer before he started to speak again. “I don’t know what kind of power you might hold, but I guarantee you this; you are nothing compared to some of the things we have seen. It is like my loudmouthed companion said; we have seen some pretty strange things that can kill with a single glance or word. You are nothing in this world and-” Twilight, unable to continue seeing her mentor get talked down to, quickly interjected herself into the conversation.

“What makes you think you can talk to Princess Celestia like that!?” She asked as galloped up next to her mentor, a look of rage on her face. “She has cared for Equestira for thousands of years, and it has flourished under her and her sister’s rule. She has kept peace in this land and listens to the common pony! You have no right speaking to her like that!” Twilight was soon joined by the rest of her friends who all voiced agreement to Twilights words. Grave-Diggers expression was unchanged as he stared Twilight down. The other creatures started to join up next to him, each with an expression of anger and annoyance.

“If anythin' you 'should respect 'er for what she's done!” Applejack stated as she stamped her hoof down causing cracks to form on the floor. Celestia noticed that both sides seemed ready to throw the first punch at any second. It seemed Grave-Digger noticed it as well, but did not do anything about it. If anything, it seemed like he wanted violence to erupt between the two groups.

Author's Note

A little later than I thought, only five days. Chapters for all stories will come as I get around to it. If you have any suggestions of any kind, please do voice them. Opinions can change a world, in this case a stories world, but it is still a world.

Chrono Paradox

To: Overseer ‘Havoc’, Charge of Omega Division
From- The Admin
Subject- Use of SCPs for Omega Operations

Your request for the use of the following SCPs have been considered, and these are an update on the results after research was done on your mission statement relevance to the given reason and the level of threat of each SCP.
SCP-212: For enhancing members of the force to better withstand SCP attacks; denied due to unpredictable nature of 212, but other means will be given
SCP-991: For retrieval tactics; denied due to level of threat of 991
SCP-1016: For quick room clearing; denied due to level of threat and unpredictability of 1016 and 1016-1
SCP-(REDACTED): For useful Task Force member dedicated to melee/scouting role; Granted with limitations, SCP must be carefully observed during adaptation process and must be integrated into sub-systems of Omega Databases
Other SCPs are still under investigation; email will be sent as soon as possible.
Signed
The Administrator-The Foundation Head of Command (The Editors)

“Chronosphere… a device that can allow people to travel through time… do we have anything that has a power like that?” Trench queried as he wrote down the information he was getting from Chrono. Apparently, this game allowed for multiple changes in time causing a whole new future to be made. It went by a theory that Trench remembered about every decision made caused another parallel world to be made of the other choices that were not picked. Trench remembered hearing it from a rather long winded speech from an old enemy in a blue box, though that man was long gone into his own dimension again. Putting that horrible part of the past behind, the technology that seemed to be in the game interested Trench and he was sure it would interest Pulse as well. Trench dismissed Chrono to go back to his defensive position as he walked back to Pulse, who was talking to Templar about the new information they had been able to gather. Templar departed as Trench got next to Pulse, who started speaking first.

“It seems that the robots are emitting some kind of signal that Omega is trying to decode right now, and not only that, it seems that they are running on a very familiar A.I. system that we have seen before.” Pulse stated as he scanned the Omega group working on the robot husks that littered the cave. Trench nodded at Pulse when their gazes met to tell him to go on. Pulse took the signal and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a motherboard that looked all too familiar. “A biological motherboard, just like 003 and after an analysis on it, it seems to have the capabilities of multiple SCPs including 062, 155, 119, and many others. While they seem to be downgrades of their original SCPs, the fact that so many abnormal effects have been combined into a single entity is a little discomforting.” Pulse pocketed the motherboard and then picked something up that was resting at his feet. It seemed to be the weapons that the bots were using, though something definitely seemed off to Trench as he took the small carbine in his hands. Pulse started explaining the weapon parameters.

“It seems to be a perfected, manufactured version of 127, complete with rapidly regenerating ammo.” Pulse paused for a moment as Trench tried to eject the magazine with no success. Pulse retook the carbine as he continued explaining the information given to him by Templar. “It seems that Omega thinks that the factory somehow got samples of multiple SCPs and somehow reverse engineered them into a self-aware robot that can easily destroy a large force in seconds.” Pulse finished as he laid the weapon back down. Trench immediately caught something that did not make sense to him at all, if they were capable of that, then why did they fall so easily. Pulse seemed to catch the look on Trenches face as he started explaining again.

“Thanks to our understanding of SCPs, one of the Omega troops was able to look into a motherboard and discovered that they have been programmed to be easily defeated. No one seems to know why this is, though Templar said that one of his troops said there might be something brewing, something we may not be able to understand for a while, that is all I have. What did you learn from Chrono?” Pulse asked Trench, now ready to learn what the other lead was able to dig up from his subordinate. Trench cleared his throat as he pulled out his notepad.

“What stuck out the most was something called a Chronosphere and its use.” Trench started as he read his notes out to Pulse, who was listening intently with his eyes closed in thought. “It was a device that allowed travel through time which allowed its user to alter the past for a new future, kinda like the theory a certain doctor once told us about. Now another use of this device was short range teleportation, which sounds very familiar doesn’t it?” Trench paused, waiting for Pulse to answer the question. Pulse opened his eyes, knowing the device that Trench was hinting at.

“While there are multiple teleportation SCPs, the one that really comes to mind is 429.” Pulse answered as Trench nodded in approval.

“Exactly my thoughts as well. Not only is the SCP able to teleport the user to a location, but time is also a factor within this. This ‘Chrono’ technology also seemed to have a weaponized feature as well. It was fitted into a flamethrower-type frame and used to erase people from the time stream itself. Now what really sticks out from this is the fact that the current time stream remains unaffected, which would go against the theory that the device had already instilled.” Trench saw a look of confusion appear on Pulses face as he spoke up.

“That would be impossible; it is a direct contradiction to itself. It would create some kind of paradox that…” Pulse stopped as he finally realized what Trench was getting at. Pulse started to shake his head as a look of realization appeared on his face. “You don’t really think it could be-“ Trench cut him off with words that sounded unnaturally cold.

“Unfortunately, it seems that it is the only answer that is possible right now.” Trench stated with a sad look in his eyes as the sound of boots rushing echoed through the entrance. It was time for the next wave to start.

Grave-Digger started to chuckle as he motioned at his men to go back to the portal. These creatures seemed like a fun bunch to mess with, they got riled up so easily. All you had to do was talk back to one and then they all retaliated, this would be a fun twist to the tale. He threw up his hands and turned around as he started walking towards the portal, talking to the creatures that resided behind him.

“You guys are taking things way to seriously, try to relax a little bit.” He said as he stopped and turned his head so he could see the equine creatures, which seemed to be referred to as ponies. “We are only here to check and make sure this arch isn’t dangerous. Just stay away from us and we will be out of your hair before you know it.” Grave-Digger stated in his cold tone as he once again started toward the arch, but was stopped when a strange feeling took over his body. Looking down, he noticed he was enveloped in a golden aura type field. He was quickly lurched face to face with the ‘Princess’, who did not seem amused at all. As he looked around, he saw that that none of the ponies seemed amused, except for the overly pink one. The rest of the team was quickly entrapped in auras of gold, purple, and blue and quickly brought over to the group of mostly angry looking equines.

“Hey, let us go you crazy bitches!” Picks yelled as he started trying to kick around, the others remaining more calm and collected. Grave-Digger glared right into Celestia’s eyes as Assassinio and Portal did the same with the other two that seemed to be holding them in some kind of abnormal field of energy.

“I thought I just said that we would be gone before you know it!” Grave-Digger yelled as his anger started to rise, these ponies were really getting in their way. “Let us go right now before we make you drop us you big dumb fucking bitch!” Celestia brought the human directly in front of her and spoke in a voice that seemed to shatter the eardrums of anyone within a mile radius.

“DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO SPEAK TO ROYALTY?! WERE YOU RAISED IN A CAVE?! IF ANYPONY IS GOING TO BE GIVING COMMANDS IT IS ME! NOW BOW DOWN!” Celestia bellowed as she tried to force Grave-Digger to bow; only fueling the anger within him. His figure refused the action that was trying to be forced upon him as he started to move his hands toward his side holster.

“I WILL NOT BOW!” Grave-Digger shouted as he managed to break free from the strange hold on his body, which seemed to paralyze Celestia for a moment giving him a chance. He ran up to her as he pulled out his pistol from his holster and jammed it right into her temple. A soft click echoed through the chamber as the hammer was brought back. Everyone became dead silent as they observed the scene in front of them. Neither side seemed to know what to do, though the members of Zeta-9 knew all too well that at this point, blood was going to be spilled. No one has ever survived an encounter with the beast that awakens with the rage of the Grave.

Author's Note

Sorry for the delay, swing shift is a double edged sword at times. Balancing everything out so hopefully this won't happen again. Please leave feedback on your thoughts and if you are interested in being a pre-reader for me please leave me a message. I need some for another story that has finally gotten started back up. Thank you

Aura Sighting

Memorandum For Records
Subject: SCP Behavior
Conversation is between Three Overseers, Four Researchers, Two Agents, And [Redacted]
O1: “This behavior is completely different then what we have been observing.”
R1: “Agreed sir, but most interesting are [Redacted]. Even 682 has just stopped, it even seemed to try to communicate with a researcher.”
A1: “When did this all start to happen?”
RED: “Around the time that the Mobile Task Forces in Nevada supposedly activated the portal.”
R2: “You don’t think…”
O2: “What else could it be? All of a sudden a bunch of SCPs just… change. Nothing like this has happened before.”
A2: “I heard some of the more intelligent ones even started muttering things about a war and ‘it’ being reawakened.”
O3: “Whatever the case, a couple of SCPs have requested to talk to The Editors. They might have all the answers to what is happening.”
RED: “I wouldn’t worry about that…”
R3: “Then what would you worry about?”
RED: “Whatever that portal leads to, it has created quite the effect on the SCPs here. So that can only make one think…”
R2: “Think about what?”
RED: “About what we might have just found, but only time will tell. Only time will tell.”
End recording…

The approaching echo of boots throughout the caverns leading down to the chamber seemed to have just stopped and reversed. Everyone was confused by this, why would they retreat when they had the upper hand? The only answer they could think of is that they ran out of resources. Settling on that, the group decided to properly assess the situation. It was at this time that Ore looked up and saw something rather unusual above them.

“Красота!” He uttered, gaining the attention of the others. “Смотрите.” He said as he pointed up towards the ceiling. Everyone looked up and gasped at what they saw. It looked like a brilliant display of all kinds of jewels and in the middle seemed to be some kind of crest. It was composed of six parts, each a different jewel of a unique shape and color. In the middle of the crest was what appeared to be a symbol that looked very similar to a crescent moon with the sun positioned above it. Surrounding the crest was a yin-yang that had six parts, each containing one of the jewels. Two portions of the crest were lit up; one was a lavender color with a jewel that was shaped like a pentagram with a white six pointed star behind it, directly opposite of it was a topaz color with a jewel shaped like turtle with what appeared to be four black stripes going along a rather wide shell.

Coming from each of the lit up jewels was what looked like an aura going down to the portal, which was still inactive, but the strange jewel seemed to have changed colors a little bit and now glowed faintly. The glyphs on the portal had also started glowing faint lavender as well.

“Well, that is rather interesting.” Pulse stated as he continued to gaze at the amazing arrangement of gems and jewels.” I have never seen such an unusual arrangement. This is strange, even for the Foundation.”

"… Agreed. ” Trench muttered as he studied the semi-familiar symbols. He slowly broke his gaze from the strange formations and started looking through the crowd as he started speaking again. “Any of you know what any of those symbols mean up there?” He asked, gaining a quick response from one of the Omega guys.

“The Topaz turtle symbol means adaptation,” Samurai started as he looked up once again at the symbols, “and the lavender one is usually magic. The one in the middle however,” he scrunched his eyes as he tried to get a better look at the symbol, “is one that I am not too familiar with. I believe that it either means unity or harmony. As for the yin-yang, I believe we all know what that means, though I have to admit that I have never seen one broken up into six parts like that before.” Samurai concluded as he looked back to Trench. Trench nodded as he took in this info, looking back up as he tried to fit the pieces together. “You got anything on this Chrono?” He asked as he looked to the member who had provided some useful info recently, hoping that he would have some kind of clue.

“Nothing that would be considered all too useful,” Chrono responded as he shook his head. “though,” he started again as he stopped shaking his head, “it does bring something to my mind.”

“And what would that be?” Pulse asked as everyone started to look towards Chrono, most eager in their own way to hear what he had to say about it. Chrono took a deep breath before he started speaking.

“Well,” Chrono began as he once again looked at the symbols, “for one I know that in most cases, adaptation and magic are usually considered polar opposites. This seems to be represented by the two being directly across from one another. This would also seem to be supported by the fact that they are within a yin-yang and have a symbol of harmony in the center.”

“Wait, how do opposites create harmony?” Sandy interrupted as she cast a doubtful gaze towards Chrono. Chrono ignored the look as he continued on.

“Well, harmony is defined as an agreement or concord, which is basically everything, has its opposite present. This one shows adaptation against what is considered its opposite, magic.

“Wait, how does…” Sandy once again started to interject, but was cut off by Ore this time who seemed more than ready to explain it.

“Adaptation,” Ore started while he moved his gaze to Sandy, “is considered using knowledge gained from past experiences to help one live and survive in different environments. Prime examples of this are tools, involuntary reactions, and certain habitats. Now magic is considered using knowledge gained from tomes and arcane arts to help on live and survive in different environments. Everything that can be gained from adaptation can theoretically be gained from magic. Magic can cause all kinds of strange technological gaps that would never be seen from adaptation.” Ore concluded as Chrono picked up the explanation.

“Thus, they are considered opposites. But that would only leave two questions.” Chrono finished as everyone started looking toward the portal arch that now had glowing symbols along with an illuminated jewel.

“One is what does the other four parts of the crest mean?” Trench started as he looked toward Pulse, who picked up the hint.

“And second is what do those weird auras mean along with the strange lightshow?” Pulse concluded as everyone started discussing possible answers.

The chamber was dead silent as the Mane Six, with the strange creatures still in their grasp, watched in horror as one of the creatures held who knew what to her head. Princess Celestia was frozen by some unknown force as the one called Grave-Digger stared right at her, his once dead expression replaced with one that could only be described as almost demonic. Before anypony could even gasp, Grave-Digger started speaking with a very angry, almost demonic tone.

“You dare tell us to bow to you!” He started in a low voice, his voice getting louder with every word. “You who has no authority over us, you who just suppresses people out of anger because of a little joking around,” he suddenly pushed the strange metal object into the princesses’ head, “you who doesn’t even truly KNOW. WHAT. THE. FUCK. WE. ARE!” Grave-Digger yelled before taking a deep breath and adjusting the metal object deeper into Celestia’s temple. He took a quick look to his comrades before continuing in a chillingly dead sounding voice. “Now, it takes a lot to piss me off ‘princess’, but unfortunately for you one of the big ones, is endangering those I am tasked to protect. I am going to give you till the count of three for you and your little pastel horned equine freaks to release my friends or else, your fucking brains will be decorating the floor!”

Grave turned the object more as Celestia tried to process all that had just happened. This creature, which had no kind of magic aura at all when she grabbed him; somehow broke free of her magic grasp, got what seemed to be a weapon which was now pressed painfully against her head, was threating to kill her, and now had what seemed to be a very faint aura. Celestia started to think as hard as she could as Grave got to two. Celestia shifted her eyes to her star pupil only to see pure fear in her eyes, surely worried about what was about to happen. Celestia gave her and the rest of the scared ponies a quick smile to show she had it under control as Grave reached three.

“Time’s up, your highness.” Grave hissed as his finger pressed on part of the object just as Celestia forced his arm down with her magic as a loud band and flash came from what was just pressed against Celestia’s head. Everyone heard what sounded like a large rubber band breaking as the ground right next to Celestia’s left front hoof suddenly broke apart in a small radius. Quickly realizing how dangerous the object in the creatures hand was, Celestia quickly took the element of surprise further by grasping the metal object in Graves’ hand and yanked it, causing it to fly to the entry stairwell behind her. Not wanting to take any chances, Celestia also quickly did the same with the metal stick on Graves’ back, causing him to become harmless.

Now that she felt safe, Celestia started to envelop Grave in her aura again, but suddenly got a chill down her spine. Whispers started going through her head as she felt the entire room start to get freezing cold, her breath quickly becoming visible. Looking directly at Grave caused her to almost have a heart attack; the once seemingly normal creature with no aura now had an aura that almost matched hers with pure gray and red/blue eyes glaring back at her. His teeth had changed into a more fanged like appearance with his hair changing to a pure white with gray streaks. The entire chamber became encased in fog, blocking her view of the Mane Six and the rest of the Task Force. Celestia immediately tried to move, but found that none of her muscles were responding. She saw a figure slowly come out of the shadows, a figure which caused Celestia to try to scream, but like everything else it just seemed to not happen. Grave adopted a demonic grin as he stepped next to the frozen princess and whispered into her ear.

“Like I said, your time is up, Princess.” Grave stepped back as the shadow figure approached Celestia, its figure blocked out by its grey hooded robe. It stared directly at Celestia, its green orbs was all that was visible underneath the hood.

“It has been a while, hasn’t it Tia?”

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait, got a Wii U and Arma III so progress has been slow. Also have been trying to finish a fic that is taking up a bulk of time. As usual please tell me what you think; good things, bad things, neutral things, etc things. Also 100 special thing that many probably had no idea about is being rethought, the original idea just doesn't sound special enough so I am trying to think of something better to do. So until then please do leave feedback on this and other stories. Thank you for your time.

Aura Theory

Foundation File Archive
Comm Record Of: MSB X173
Location: Site 19
Unit Comm: ARRTF Xi-13 Squad 4; Consists of the following personnel
Sara Tain (Lead), Paul Serai, Harry Polks, Maxwell Dieir, and Terry Slate
Time: [Redacted]

Tain: Keep moving forward, I don’t care if you can’t see anything in front of you. That is what flashlights were made for.

Polks: Ma’am, I believe we do have some merit to being a little more cautious than usual.

Tain: And what would that exactly be Polks?

Serai: I believe it might have to do with the fact that we are currently in Site 19 after a massive breakout, one of which is in fact The Statue.

Tain: And that is why we are here, to secure it and make sure it doesn’t kill anything, or worse.

Slate: I am more worried about what else might have escaped; I think I heard that some pretty crazy shit has been kept in the location.

Dieir: Geez, as long as we have all our sides covered we have nothing to be worried about. The Statue can’t move while it is being observed.

Tain: Now that is the response I like Dieir. The rest of you could learn a thing or two from him.

Serai: Sure, compare us to the army veteran again. You know, we don’t like it when you… did you hear that?
Small scrapping noises can be faintly heard.

Polks: What the hell is that?

Tain: Damn it Polks, keep your cool and stay in formation.

Dieir: Come on Polks, this is your job. Keep your cool or we will all get killed.

Polks: Fuck no! This is not what I signed up for.

Overlapping arguing is heard followed by a loud scream from one of the members.

Polks: SHIT RUN!

Dieir: Damn it Polks, come back here now or else it will…

Gunfire is heard followed by a loud snapping sound.

Tain: Polks…

Serai: Fucking idiot, he should have listened.

Slate: We can talk about his insolence later, just keep watch on it.

Unknown sounds can barely be heard in the background.

Tain: Slate, turn around and check what the hell is making that sound.

Dieir: This is more of a priority right now, if we both blink…

Tain: I care about a damn rear as well, Slate check the rear while we keep this one right here.

Slate: I don’t see anything… Wait, it’s another team.

Tain: That’s good news; we can join up with them and try to get this thing back where it belongs.

Dieir: Ma’am, I don’t think that is another team.

Tain: What do you mean Dieir?

Dieir: We are the only ones in this whole section of the site…

Serai: Then what the fuck is that light coming toward us then?

Dieir: Ma’am, I think we should go, now. The Statue can be captured again.

Tain: No! We are going to wait here and join up with that other unit. I am getting friendly lights from them.

Dieir: It can’t be another unit ma’am; I already told you that we are the only ones here.

Slate: Well I can see them now… wait why are they pointing their rifles at… SHIT!

Gunfire fire can be heard for the next few moments, during which a loud cracking sound is heard. Heavy panting is soon followed as the gunfire gets farther away.

Slate: Damn it… both of them…

Dieir: I tried to tell her… I knew it couldn’t be another squad…

Slate: I hope we lost them… what do we do now? We are down three people, one of which was our lead…

Dieir: We retreat and let a bigger group come in. I knew five wouldn’t be enough for this part, but she just had to try and show off that she was better.

Slate: How can we even be sure we will make it?

Dieir: Because, I will make sure we will make it. I am going to promise you something right here Terry, no one else is going to fall under my watch… no matter what happens.

Slate: … Thanks Max, you don’t know how much that calmed me down.

End Recording

“Trench, are you okay?” Pulse asked as he shook Trench awake, a worried look decorating his features. Trench quickly shook his head as he regained awareness of where he was. He has nodded off while everyone was discussing the possible meanings of the recent discovery of a weird jewel formation overhead, which seemed to still be going on though it had died down. Trench looked up at Pulse from his sitting position before getting up and answering the other lead.

“Yeah, just a little exhausted I guess.” He stated with a sigh as he tried to shake the bad memory from his thoughts as he looked toward the group discussing the current problem. Shaking his head one more time, Trench looked again toward Pulse as he asked “How long was I out?” Pulse got a confused look in his eyes as he answered.

“You didn’t really fall asleep, was more like you were in a deep thought. Exactly what were you thinking about; you had a pretty grave expression on your face.” Pulse finished the worried expression still present. Trench just looked towards the others again as he answered, his grave look returning.

“I would rather not think about it again. For now, I would like to know if any progress was made on finding out what the hell is above us right now.” Trench specified as he started moving toward the group, their discussion starting to attack his ears. It seemed that Chrono was currently talking, an air of confidence currently surrounding him.

“… So that is the most likely answer?” Was the first thing Trench heard from Chrono, his tone just as confident. “What else could it possibly be, that crazy ass theory that Ore tried to pitch or better yet, Sandy’s’ ‘pink fluffy unicorns’ theory? I think that this is the only…” Chrono stopped talking as he noticed both leads joining the group, his assured grin getting wider as he acknowledged them. “Well, you two finally decided to check on us. Guessing you want to know how we are doing with the research of whatever is above us right?” Chrono ended is statement with a knowing grin, which caused Pulse to shoot him a look which before Trench started his reply.

“Yes,” he began as Chrono got the message from Pulse and adopted a more serious face, “from what I heard it seems you might have a good estimate on what exactly we might be dealing with in terms of the yin-yang gems overhead.” Everyone started nodding as Trench completed his sentence. Chrono got up from his current seated position as he pointed up toward the subject of the conversation while he began his report.

“Well after a lot of discussion,” he opened the report with, “we have decided on a few things. First of all, the green gem most likely represents us which would mean the lavender one represents another world… most likely the one that Portal and his team were sent to.” Chrono started to point at each thing he was talking about as he got more in depth, not stopping for any questions that he knew the leads had for them. “Next thing, the aura mist thing probably means the portal is currently connected to these two worlds, one being our own, of course, and the other this other one we have yet know only one thing about. Lastly, this other world must be based around magic in some way, shape, or form.” Chrono ended as he sat back down and waited for the leads to start asking the questions. Pulse was the first one, with the exact question Chrono knew they would ask.

“How can you be so sure that is based around magic?” Pulse asked, a wondering expression forming. Chrono stretched his arms out as he answered his tone as confident as before.

“Because, it makes sense, if the green means adaption and lavender means magic, then surely we are the green. We already know this is a portal, which means that the lavender has to be the other side of the portal right now, and judging from what we have gathered so far, it must be magical in some way.” Chrono finished with a smile as the other question he knew would come up came out of Trench, who was now inspecting the subject in question.

“So if that is what you have gathered, does that mean there are actually six worlds connected to this arch?” Trenched asked, an attitude of bewilderment present as Chrono nodded and commenced in his explanation.

“Yup. Believe it or not, there are six worlds connected to this very spot. One of which is ours, which means five other worlds. It is currently just a theory, but it is the best one we have so far.” Chrono finished as the leads started to process the new information they have just received. Trench nodded as he looked at the rest of the team, each of them deep in thought, most likely about this information as well.

“So, we might have actually found a useable portal that might go to complete worlds… that might be a first in Foundation history.” Trench stated, a small smile finding its way to his features. The rest of the group lightened up at the comment, but Trench could tell they were nervous. When it came to other worlds and the Foundation, it always seemed to end in a bloody mess. Hopefully, this world that Portal and the rest of his group got sent too isn’t too dangerous… but no matter what, they would all come back. He knew they would, because they had to. They had to all come back or else.

It had been a while since Grave had gotten angry enough to actually release it. The rest of the members of Zeta-9 adopted small smiles as they started to taunt their captors, who seemed to have gotten worried at the sudden blocking of their ‘ruler’. Picks was the first to talk, which came after a small chuckle.

“You all have just gone done fucked up now. Not even Mario could save that princess now.” Picks started to laugh as Mirage looked toward the fog encasing their security lead.

“Guess the princess is going to meet the Guardian of Lavender Town… I hope she has an heir, one that is not as aggressive.” Mirage Indicated as he looked toward the weird pony like beings. They all seemed to be staring in fear at the fog, the words they were hearing seeming to really catch their nerves. One of them, a rainbow maned Pegasus quickly flew up in front of the team and told them to shut up. Picks, on hearing this scoffed and started to laugh. He stared right at the multi-colored maned Pegasus as he started to ‘explain’ what was happening to her in-between giggles.

“Trust me here you gay colored freak,” Picks initiated as he stopped laughing and adopted a serious look on his face, “what is behind that fog is something that even the devil himself fears. The Guardian of Lavender Town… something that not even the Overseers dare try to touch.” Picks, for once, had and expression that seemed as cold as artic ice as he said his last line to the now semi shaking mare floating in front of him. “You better pray now to whatever fucking gods or goddess you believe in, because nothing has ever survived an encounter with that thing… even The Doctor knows to stay away from that thing.” Picks ended as the multi-colored Pegasus started to back away, a look of fear apparent in her eyes, though she was still trying to put up a tough front.

“Oh… oh yeah,” she said, her voice faulting greatly as she tried to stop trembling and apparently intimidate the group in front of her, “well Celestia ca… can handle an… anything. You gu… guys don… don’t scare us…” she was breaking, they could all see it. Even if these foolish equines did believe this princess winged pony horse thing with a horn was some kind of super hero, they seemed to still be worried about her. Mirage just started to shake his head. It seemed they had high regard for this ‘Celestia’, was a real shame that their whole view on her was about to be shattered into an infinite number of micro bits.

Author's Note

So... yeah I am still alive. Freezing my but off almost everyday but still alive. I have been extremely busy and distracted lately plus I really had no inspiration or whatnot for another chapter or story writing thing in general. BUT, do expect it to get back on track, the three main stories will be updated at a semi kinda maybe be able to follow pace. Hopefully I didn't lose anyone during this hiatus or lose any story writing ability. Also thanks to Theirum for proofing this chapter so it could finally be posted (was done around a weekish ago).
P.S. Might be working on a non pony related story, if anyone is interested in it. Still debating on whether or not to go through with it. Maybe some of you can voice an opinion on that, then again... who really reads these author notes...

3-43-1 'Guardian'

Foundation File Archive
Unregistered Item Number 03-43-01: Lavender Town and Grave-Digger
Awaiting Further Research for Possible Classifications

Point 1: Lavender Town

A town said to be situated in [REDACTED], it is well known for what is known as the ‘Spirit Bell’ which is a large multi-story tower filled with graves of those long past. This town has shown multiple anomalies, most of which have been centered around the Bell. The tower has many legends, one of the more well-known ones is about what many call the ‘Guardians of Lavender Town’, which is said to be an undetermined number of high powered spirits who look over the town and punish any outsider who tries to enter the bell tower. While we keep trying to send a team down to investigate many occurrences that have been happening in this town, each request has been denied swiftly by Zeta Overseer. Why he does so is not known, but it seems the Editors have backed him up in this.

Point 2: Grave-Digger

Head of security for Zeta 9-3, Grave-Digger, is someone who is shrouded in mystery. While his files do check out for the most part (Taken from File # 876487 ‘Clearance Authorized’), some parts still have to be called into question. The biggest part to question at the moment is the ‘special training’ he was said to have received from a supposed spirit in the Bell. Grave-Digger has shown multiple supernatural traits, none of which have yet to be called into question due to Zeta Overseer interference. It has been noted that multiple members of Zeta 9-3 have been heard speaking about the ‘Guardian of Lavender Town’ being released whenever Grave-Digger gets angry enough. This, however, seems to be a well-kept secret between the team though it has also been noted to never make Grave-Digger angry.

Further research is needed before giving any kind of classification to either of these points. While it seems unlikely to happen soon, hopefully someone will give and allow us to investigate so we can secure whatever may be in the Bell as well as maybe giving Samuel (Better change that to the proper) the proper classification that we know he deserves so we can be ready in case something happens.
Document Signed by: [REDACTED], Looked Over by: [REDACTED]

Celestia was frozen in fear at the robed figure standing before her, its glowing green eyes seemed to be filled with pure hate as it looked over her like a predator eyeing its prey. It was rather tall, around the size of a certain lord of chaos which made her all the more terrified. She could feel his demonic grin coming from the shade of its hood as it spoke a name only someone who knew her well would know.

“It has been a while, hasn’t it Tia?” his voice boomed as the hood was enveloped in a ghostly greenish blue aura, pulling it down to reveal a sight the chilled Celestia right to the bone. His face seemed to be made up of a rather strange mix of animal’s faces in a mockery of a human’s. However parts of the right side of his face seemed to be skeletal in looks. His green beady eyes still stared into her soul, the hate seemingly eternal as his grin became wider revealing razor sharp fangs. “What is the matter Tia? It looks like you have seen a ghost!” as he started to laugh before calming himself down, a look of shock and horror coming back to his face.

The echo of his laugh caused shivers to go down the back of everyone on the other side of the fog. “Wh-what was th-that?” Fluttershy muttered as she started to shake and a cold feeling started to go up the ponies spines. Within seconds of the laugh, everypony was frozen in place by some kind of unknown force. Within seconds, the magic hold on the task force members dispersed, allowing most of them to land safely on their feet.

“Ow! A little bit of warning next time you little freaks!” Picks shouted as he fell, face first, on the hard floor. He quickly got up and after a quick check to make sure nothing broke regrouped with the rest of his team. They noticed that the six ponies seemed to be in some kind of invisible grasp that gripped their whole bodies. “And as expected the enemy has been frozen in fear like a bunch of villagers in a ReDeads sight.” He finished as the non-Zeta members of the team looked at him with a strange expression.

“Just what the hell is going on here earth-eaters?” Magnet asked quickly, ignoring the muffled sounds coming from the nearby ponies. “It is almost like you have some kind of super demon thing on your team.” Picks started to laugh as Mirage gave a small chuckle. Assassinio quickly took the opportunity to try and find out something that had been evading many in the Foundation for a while.

“It’s him isn’t it?” he asked in a soft voice as everyone quieted down and waited for him to elaborate. “3-43-1, The Spirit Bell Guardian… it is true isn’t it?” he questioned as the rest of the team looked to the two Zeta members currently with them, awaiting some kind of answer. Just as they were about to speak, they were cut off by a loud voice hidden within the fog.

“Oh how I have waited for this day…” the strange figure spoke as he started to circle around Celestia, his eyes still filled with unbridled hatred. Celestia started to try and speak, but was quickly brought down with an invisible unruly force. “I AM SPEAKING” he yelled as he stared right into her eyes. Taking a second to calm himself down, the figure continued. “3000 years since the day your kind betrayed everyone Tia… since the day your father declared my kind as ‘freaks of nature’ and humans as useless primitives.” He put his face within a hairs distance of hers. “The day you broke my brothers heart… and watched me ‘die’.”

Celestia felt the hold on her weaken enough to allow her to actually talk. She started to speak in a sympathetic tone towards the figure. “Please… you don’t know the whole story Wispy.” Celestia immediately felt a large amount of pressure push onto her.

“DO NOT CALL ME WISPY!!!” The figure yelled as his aura surrounded her, nearly crushing her to death. “My name is Reaper… Phantom Reaper. Wispy died a long time ago, a very long time ago.” Phantom’s eyes looked solemn for a second before he started speaking again, completely ignoring anything that came out of the Alicorn’s mouth. “I know as much of the story that I need to know. Your father talked, said the humans were too ‘undeserving’ and ‘unstable’ to be talking to the likes of him and the others.” He took a deep breath in and released it as he calmed down again. “And you just sat there… watching him as he forced them all to leave… as he forced anything too dangerous for his world into theirs in hopes of eradicating them all… you didn’t even try to defend us.” His eyes now held a sad look, one that looked like it had seen everything happen in the world. “You didn’t even try to save me… or my brother.”

“Listen to me,” Celestia said in a stern tone, causing Phantom to look at her, his eyes starting to fill with hate one again. “You don’t know the whole story of what happened on that day. You don’t know about any of the aftermath or,” She once again started to feel a pressure on her body, but she still persevered through it to get her message out. “… or what… happ…ened to… your… brother…” The pressure was released once again as Phantom adopted a face of interest mixed with anticipation.

“What about him. What happened to Discord then?”

“Six… A number that will forever live in infamy…” Ore read quietly to himself. Partially separated from the rest of the group who was still awaiting another barrage of troops to come down as well as trying to get further into exactly what they were messing with. He had actually found a strange stream of words that were etched into some of the jewels. Some of the words were hard to read though, and others were in a language he had never seen before.

“Six, a number that has forever helped keep balance between dark and light; a number that will forever live in infamy.” Ore jumped a bit as Samurai appeared behind him with the stealth of a ninja and started reading the words with no problem. “It is a mix of symbols I have seen in some of the Foundation archives. It is said to be a language long since abandoned by the human race.

“Wait.” Ore started as he realized that he read the strange symbols perfectly, “So you can actually read what this thing says?” Samurai gave a small nod and continued to look over the spill of abnormal symbols. “So… what does it say exactly… if you don’t mind translating it that is?”

Samurai sighed as he finished reading it himself. “A memoir… about something that had happened here long ago. Some of the symbols are hard to translate, but I believe I got the basic of it down. It goes something like this:

‘Six
A Number that has Kept Balance
A Number Both Dark and Light
A Number that will Forever Live
in Infamy
Once Thought as our Greatest Ally
Once Thought as our One Salvation
Once Thought as our True Equal
Now Broken
Six Worlds
Six Oracles
Six Heroes
Six Angels
Never Trust that which Comes in Six’

“It is a very basic translation and not everything was recognizable. Still, it is rather interesting don’t you think?” Samurai asked as he reread it once again.

“Yeah.” Ore replied as he soaked in the words that were read off to him, “Makes you wonder just what it all means.” Samurai chuckled as he started to stand up and head back toward the others.

“It means, never trust what comes as a set of six… no matter what.”

Author's Note

It might be just a tad bit late, but here it is. The next chapter for this story that took a while to create. I do hope you all enjoy it and leave a little bit of feedback, whether it is positive or negative. The next one will take no where near as long so be looking forward to it... if you enjoy this story that is. Thank you for your time

Quick Update

Sorry to say that this story has been halted for a bit... though I am sure many have noticed it. It will be taken back up by the new year, maybe even revamped to be better and more focused. Thank you and please do critique anything that you might like to see changed in the story or major problems noticed. Expect either a new chapter or a new revamped story by the middle of January for this story. Thank you and sorry if you were excited for seeing a brand new chapter in this story just to find out it was an updated.

The Find

July [REDACTED] 20[REDACTED], Middle of [REDACTED], Nevada 18:[REDACTED] Local Time

Mobile Task Force Nu-1 “Cause and Effect”, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 “Mole Rats”, and [REDACTED] Omega-8 “Armored Souls”

Orders- Locate and investigate a cave in the middle of the [REDACTED] that has been showing extranormal activity. Activities reported include distortion of gravity, distortion of dimensional laws, and [REDACTED]. Teams are to enter the cave and explore till [REDACTED] is found. The [REDACTED] is believed to be around [REDACTED] clicks underground. No classification is to be given until further investigation is done. Team is to include at least [REDACTED] researchers, [REDACTED] security personal, [REDACTED] D Class personal, and [REDACTED].

“So what were the exact coordinates for this cave again?” Asked Nu-1-3, “Chrono”, with a sigh as the Foundation Humvee sped through the sandy dunes.

“Should be just a couple more klicks away” responded Nu-1-6, “Quantum”, as he turned his teams Humvee toward the target cave.

The combined task force consisting of members from Nu-1, Zeta-9, and Omega-8 were enroute via Foundation Troop Humvees to the cave that they were assigned to investigate. Eight members of each team were picked to go on the research mission. The three Humvees barreled through the sandy dunes toward their target which was starting to come into sight.

“I’m guessing that’s the cave we are supposed to investigate” said Zeta-9-3, “Sandy”, as she adjusted her helmet on her head.

“I just want to know why we have to bring those quiet guys with us” she stated, referring to the Humvee that belonged to the members of the mysterious Omega-8 force.

“I’m more interested as to what is in that cave that has all the overseers all riled up.” Stated Zeta-9-2, “Grave-Digger”, as he looked towards the small rock formation with an opening near the center bottom.

As the team approached the cave they noticed that the area around the cave seemed off. It looked as if the reality itself was being warped as they got closer to the cave.

“I am really beginning to wonder why command decided to take away the class ds’ right before we left” questioned Nu-1-7, “Magnet”.

“The only thing you should be wondering is how prepared you are for this” yelled Nu-1-1, “Pulse”, through the com system imbedded his helmet. As the Humvees closed the last few klicks all the long range com systems started to fail.

“Zeta-9 lead do you read” asked Pulse through the short range com system.

“Aye Nu-1 lead. Though it seems our radio with command has gone out.” Replied Zeta-9-1 “Trench” as he checked all channels on the long range radio.

“Well this does fit the description of some of the activities that have been said to go on here.” Said Pulse. “We should probably do a final head count after we get to the cave to make sure everyone is ready.”

“Copy that Nu-1 lead” said Trench.

The Humvees closed the distance to the cave entrance and slid to a stop in the loose sand. As each team exited their Humvee they sounded off and started final preparations for the operation. As their turn came up in their force they responded correctly. In order from Nu-1-1 to Zeta-9-8 is Pulse, Portal, Chrono, Mirage, Spectrum, Quantum, Magnet, Black Hole for Nu; Trench, Grave-Digger, Sandy, Hole, Picks, Ore, Crystal, and Stasis for Zeta. After everyone was accounted for and confirmed that they were ready the three team leaders met up for a final overview of the plan.

“So,” Began Pulse “we are to go into the cave, split up into groups of two and find the main chamber. After which we contact Omega for them to come down and set up while we rally up in the main chamber.” As he finished he got a thumbs up from Trench and a small nod from Omega lead.

“Just leave the exploring to us” said Trench as he paired up with Pulse. As both team leaders looked at their men in their different sets of armor, Nu with their light blue full body armor that was designed to null the effects of abnormities in time and space, Zeta with their dark brown light body armor that was designed to help illuminate dark areas and see in the dark, and Omega with a mix of very heavy armored personal and lightly armored personnel all with black full body armor.

As the combined force paired together with their same numbered counter-part they all started toward the entrance to the cave. As they each went in they noted that they felt a feint force, and felt as if they got a little lighter.

“You sure you won’t float away” jested Chrono to his temporary partner Sandy.

“I’d be more worried about myself if I were you. You’re skinnier than SCP-068” Sandy joked back. The group split up and started to search the cave for the main chamber. As each group got closer to the supposed center they felt the strange force get stronger and stronger. After around 3 hours of searching team 4 rounded a corner and saw a strange opening in the wall of the cave. As they entered the hole the two could not believe what they saw. It was a huge room that looked like it was big enough to put at least a three story house into it. The walls were adorned with jewels of all kinds, even some they have yet to see.

“So do you think this is the main chamber” asked Mirage.

“Of course it must be the main chamber. How does this place even exist, it defies natural physics” Stated Hole.

“Well one of the activities was dimensional distortion. But what is causing it, is it these strange gems or what” questioned Mirage. As Hole called the other teams to give them the coordinates, Mirage started to move toward a strange object in the center of the room. As he approached he noticed different statues, an archway in the middle of an etched circle with glyphs all around it, and a strange jewel imbedded on the top of the arch.

As he studied the statues he noticed there was one of a man holding his arms, three of the statues had a small horse though one had a horn and another had wings while the other was just a regular one, one had a Griffon in a calmed stance, one of a dragon in a calmed stance, and the only other one that could be made out was of a tall regal looking horse that had both a horn and a set of wings. As he studied the statues he was drawn to the jewel in the arch. He felt the strange force more the closer he got to it.

“Hey Hole” he called out to his partner.

“What is it” Hole asked.

“I think I might have found what is causing all this, or at least the strange force. It’s that jewel up there. You must know what kind it is right” Mirage asked hopefully.

“Well,” Hole began “the arch seems too made out of some kind of obsidian and the jewel appears to be some kind of jewel mixed with what appears to be a philosopher’s stone type jewel. I don’t quite know what jewel it is mixed with” Hole concluded with a nod of his head.

Just as Hole finished his sentence the other teams and Omega started filing in. As the heavy Omegas set up at the only entrance to help make sure that no one got in, Mirage filled in the leaders about what they had found so far.

“Strange Jewel and statues huh” said Pulse as he looked at the strange formation in front of him. “Well it seems to be the only real thing here. It must do something interesting then. And it must do with that jewel. As for the statues they just seem like mythological creatures. A Unicorn, Pegasus, Griffon, and even an Alicorn. Still we must find out exactly what this does before we report it back to command.” Concluded Pulse with a look of interest. “All right let’s start testing on this. As of right now this object is to be known as SCP-1946. Proceed with caution.” Pulse stated.

Meanwhile in another dimension

The light from the high sun was almost completely blocked out by the dense foliage of the Everfree Forest as a small figure walked down an old desolate trail. The figure in question resembled the shape of a miniature horse with a horn affixed to the center of the forehead. The miniature unicorn creature continued down the path that it seemed to know from memory. As the lavender figure approached its designation, a small tribal hut, it noticed that its usual occupant seemed to be absent from the hut. As the figure started to look around she noticed hoof prints going from the lone hut towards a deeper part of the forest. The lavender figure decided to investigate to see if she could find where the occupants’ current location was.

As she continued to follow the trail she walked into a small patch of light emitting from a break in the heavy foliage overhead. The small lavender unicorn, named Twilight Sparkle, looked up briefly towards the sunlight before continuing onwards toward what she hoped was the occupant of the hut, a zebra known as Zecora. As Twilight approached a clearing that looked familiar she saw Zecora staring at an object in the distance with what looked to be fear on her face. Twilight approached the frightened zebra with a look of worry on her face.

“Is everything all right Zecora” questioned a worried Twilight.

“Something strange I do perceive, of forces that do writhe and seethe, of forgotten times I do presume, forcame this aura which brings us gloom” answered the frightened herbalist.

“What do you mean Zecora? Where is this aura that has you so shaken up” asked Twilight with a hint of fear starting to break through into her voice.

“Within the old castle there should lie, the source of what displeases you and I.” stated Zecora, the fear in her voice rising as she raised a hoof towards a distant object. Twilight followed her hoof to see the Royal Sisters old castle, but something seemed off about it. There seemed to be some kind of aura surrounding the castle. The aura didn’t seem evil, it just seemed a bit more foreign then the ones she was used to seeing.

“That is odd” stated Twilight, her gaze not breaking on the old castle. “Zecora what do you think it is” Twilight asked, the fear once again returning to her voice.

“For what this is I do not know, but it had not appeared eons ago” Stated the zebra.

“Then shouldn’t we investigate this Zecora” asked the unicorn, the fear in her voice being replace with hope momentarily.

“I plead that you do not approach, for these dark forces which do encroach, may only act as it does seem, if somepony were to intervene” said the Zebra as she turned around and galloped back towards her tribal hut.

“Wait Zecora, what do you mean by that. How do you know all this” yelled Twilight towards Zecora, who was already out of earshot.

“I wonder what that aura is and why does it feel so strange” she asked herself, hoping to find some kind of answer. Unfortunately for her, none came.

“There is only one thing I can do. I will gather my friends and investigate this strange occurrence at once” Twilight stated boldly as she started to run back to the trail that lead to the exit of the Everfree forest. As she ran Twilight took one last glance at the castle, noticing the aura was a little heavier than before. “I better hurry” she said as she got back onto the trail.