Chapter 2: unexpected meetings
Trixie is making camp for the night in her newly purchased wagon. She had taken quite a hit to her reputation after her visit to Ponyville and had to dig into her meager savings in order to get a new traveling wagon/mobile stage.
"Those rotten ponyvillians, why can't they see that it was all just a simple act. If I ever see those two dimwits again I'll turn them into frogs!" She says she gazes out of the window. Suddenly she sees a multicolored light shimmering through the trees maybe ten yards away from her.
"What could that be?" She wonders out loud while she stares at the lights. Her pondering is interrupted by the lights getting brighter and Trixie is able to see shadows moving among the light.
"Is somepony out there? Hmmm, maybe I have a new trick that I can steal for my next performance." Says the young showmare with a devious smile. She grabs her robe and hat which were also replaced with her savings, and she heads out the door to the mysterious light.
A peaceful clearing within the Everfree Forest where the creatures of night are busy with their nightly lives, is swiftly shattered by an explosion of light. The light is blinding but if one looks closely they can see a figure emerging from the vortex of energy. The figure is followed by two floating, metallic objects and once through he Extends his hand and the portal slowly closes, leaving only the moon and stars to light the area.
"Finally I made it! Damn I didn't know it would take such a tole on my body, but I did just travel through to another dimension so I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Better set these two down." The two large objects drop to the ground and the teen pulls out a piece of paper and pen.
"Ok now lets see:
SCP 399 check
SCP 005 check
SCP 1015(the bloody key) check
SCP 044(Molecular Fission Cannon) check
SCP 064(replicating brick) check
SCP 109(infinite Canteen) check
SCP 123(mini black hole) check
SCP 127(the living gun) check,
SCP 209(the sadist Tumbler) check
SCP 516(intelligent Tank) check
SCP 548( ice spider) check
SCP 668(Apathy knife) check
"Seems like I have all of them." He says as he takes inventory of all the SCP items he "liberated" from the foundations' hands. It was by no means easy, but he managed to do what no other has before.
"Oh I almost forgot." He says as he takes the black contacts out of his eyes and blinks for a few seconds, before putting them away safe and sound.
"Well I'd better get suited up then, It's a good thing I was able to make this harness without tipping any of the guards off." He smirks as he levitates SCP 123 from the inside of the tank. It has a set of leather straps on it, and he begins to fasten them around his shoulders and waist.
"Now I can carry my power source for my ring anywhere, and I get to were this." He then pulls out a long black nylon trench coat with a hole cut into the back of it and slips it on, the hole allowing SCP 123 to go over it. He proceeds to put 005, 1015, 109, 209 and 668 into the many pockets and slings 127 over his shoulder from a strap.
"Now I just need a suitable place to build a house." He says as if he is daydreaming.
*snap!
He snaps out of his dreamy state and whirls around to the direction of the sound.
"Who's there!" He yells with narrowed eyes. But those eyes turn wide as he sees who is responsible for the noise.
"T-Trixie?"
Chapter 1: Travel
An alarm rages through a secret facility in some unknown location, far from prying eyes.
"SCP Foundation red alert! Multiple SCP items have vanished and have been thought to be stolen from their containment! All available squads are to search and terminate the subject or subjects immediately!"
What they don't know is that the one responsible is already long gone with several of the SCP items in his possession.
He chuckles. "Just as planned, thanks to SCP-005 (the skeleton key) I was able to unlock all of the containment cells and steal the rest that I require."
The young man walks to the nearby forest, where after about an hour of walking he comes across a small clearing.
"This is the spot." He says raising his hand and with a ring glowing on his finger an unseen force pulls down two sheets revealing two large objects. Reaching into his bag, He pulls out a container for contact lenses.
"SCP-558 (pair five- the black contact lenses.) The lenses that allow me to see the fabric of time itself!" He declares as he opens the container and lifts one of the pitch black lenses to his eye with the glowing ring. As it settles into his eye it conforms to his eyes' shape. He now does the same to his other eye until he looks as if he has black voids for irises.
"Yes now I have to use SCP- 399 (the atomic manipulation ring) to manipulate the fabric of time and space to open a portal to the dimension of my choosing! And I can finally escape from this pathetic world!"
As he says this he starts to pull on the fabric of time which he perceives as strings of colors. With some intense concentration he forms them onto a hole composed of a rainbow.
"Now I just have to make it bigger." He grunts as the mental strain starts to take its' toll. He makes the doorway large enough to accommodate the two large objects behind him which now are illuminated due to the intense energy being conformed. A large tank on one side, and an artillery gun on the other. Once it is stable he releases his hold on the energy and breaths heavily for about five minutes. When he catches his breath the young man simply lifts his hand and arm into the air and the tank and gun rise a few inches into the air. He starts to walk towards the portal and they levitate after him.
As he walks through the portal with a smirk he utters a short, simple phrase.
"I'm coming, Equestria."