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AE Type End of the World Scenario. SCP Containment Breach.
-WARNING. SENSITIVE INFORMATION. FOR 0-5 COUNCIL MEMBERS ONLY- Dear 0-5 Council, I wish I was writing upon better circumstances, but, alas, another breach has been confirmed. Our “Highly Trained” Security staff is failing us. This recent breach has happened in Site 27, releasing some of the most dangerous Entities. Now, the public has not been informed, but I strongly suggest we at least warn them of possible dangers. Our job is to Secure, Contain, and Protect, and if we do not warn everyone, then we can't protect them.
By Juda Thomas5 years ago in Horror
Curious Little Things
Nick was looking for Rex while out of camp, searching for his brother as he was simply nothing without him. Soon, he came across a couple interesting individuals much to his curiosity. As he walks along, he accidentally bumps into one of them, gently knocking them off kilter as he was a lumbering mass of pure unadulterated muscle. The other's instantly leap to their friends aid, screaming bloody murder, causing quite the dramatic scene. Nick didn't care, it mattered not to him what pitiful mortals thought of his movements, let alone the fact that they driveled away with energy that deeply disturbed him. He liked most people, he would've loved Isabelle, though, inadvertently, he would accidentally avenge her as he continued on his way. One of them, the one called Zipper, ran up behind him and tried to stab him. Of course, Nick wasn't a normal being, he was a child of Chaos. Blessed with uncanny strength and durability, the blade breaks off his flesh and flings into the ground beside Betty, who then goes on wailing about how Nick just tried to kill her and how she would tell Connor on him. He didn't know this.. Connor. He merely wanted to find his brother. Soon, it escalated, Red pulling a bow from nowhere and firing off three flaming arrows, each snapping as they touched Nick's skin. This finally caught Nick's attention, he didn't much like the feeling of needles. He turned around and lumbered over to them, their faces aptly shrouded in fear as he stepped over. He spoke at a reasonable level, even straightened out and kept eye contact, his mother had always taught him that such was customary. "Please refrain from attacking me, I meant you no harm." He said, his voice awfully soothing if he did say so himself. Of course, the useless individuals that were known for beating our poor Isabelle until she couldn't stand, spitting on her body and calling her expletives would not take such a claim with anything more than a grain of salt. He stood there, bewildered as they tried to trip him up, Zipper and Red both hurting themselves with kicks to his legs. Soon, Four, the one that fell over due to his lumbering gargantuan size, would join in. Four's punches were actually felt, though, it was a minimalistic feeling for Nick. Then, Four caught Nick in the nose. Now, with any living being, on any realm of existence, the nose being hit would hurt like hell. If the force was correct, the nose would cause excruciating, eye watering pain with such an impact. Nick never liked pain. As soon as the punch connected, Nick's face grew horrid with ire, his purple and pink eyes glowed in the sunlight. Once he gathered himself, a dome of disgusting pinkish energy formed around him, around the group. Four, Betty, Zipper and Red, all realized that they had just made a monumental mistake. The dome grew eyes of sickly purple, dark and disgusting beams of light shining in on Nick to create a spotlight for our boy. Soon, he raised his arm, albeit quite slowly, to grab Four by the throat. Four was terrified, it was obvious because as soon as Nick started moving, Four froze. Soon, Four was six feet off the ground, screaming bloody murder as Nick slowly but surely squeezed Four's throat. Nick did not know restraint. The flesh of Four's throat was screaming under Nick's pressure, his massive hand wrapping perfectly around Four's throat while he did his deed. Four's eyes rolled into their head as their air disappeared from their lungs and body, tears rolling down their cheeks as his fist squeezed. Their mouths foamed and soon, that was it for Four. Their flesh burst with the muscles that once maintained their breathing, their teeth stained with red as they had been spitting up blood the entire time. Nick then took Four in their cold, lifeless splendor, the vertebrae that had been turned to dust slowly falling from their mouth, into his arms, consuming Four completely. His eyes widened with pleasure, his muscular unkempt form bulged with energy, and he was not done yet. He grabbed Betty, who he hated the most, by her hair, placing his free hand on her shoulders before tearing her scalp from her head with all of her hair. He then ate the flesh and hair while the dome filled with screams of bloody murder and heresy. Then, he grabbed poor Betty by the head, his massive hand wrapping around her head like it's a golf ball, squeezing until the screaming stopped. Until Betty's head no longer hindered his consumption. Then Betty was gone. Zipper and Red stood in horror the entire time, Zipper sat there, staring as if he were ready to make a decision, staring as if he had a chance. Red banged at the dome, screaming as loudly as she could, hoping to the Gods, to Chronos, to whatever higher power that she could escape this. Of course, this meant nothing to any Gods, this was inescapable. Nick was always a gentle giant, though his temper sometimes could get the better of him. He waited for Zipper to make a move, praying to Chaos that Zipper would surrender, that Zipper would be smart. Nick left that dome alone. Zipper ran for Nick, dashing around like the flash while he tried desperately to make some type of damage appear. It was all for naught as Nick simply stuck his hand out, catching Zipper by the face and watching as the g-forces of Zipper's movements made Zipper vomit up whatever tasteless food he consumed earlier, the vomit seeping from Nick's hand and completely drenching Nick's dress shoes, much to his dismay. Nick offered Zipper far more mercy than the others, knocking him out. Nick then lay Zipper on the ground flat, Red trying her hardest to avoid contact with the mired and psychotic being before her, flattening herself out against the dome. As he did this, four spikes made of the pure chaos energy he had control of spawned and floated. Sickening for Zipper to know that he would be pinned to the ground with Four's remains. The spikes flew into Zipper's hands and feet as they were positioned, splaying him out on the ground to look like a starfish. His screams were drowned out as Nick took a torturous approach, sticking Four's mouth to his like duct tape, only for Four to speak to him. "We-we shouldn't have hurt her. We shouldn't have hurt her." Their lips repeated a hundred times over, slowly getting more distorted and gruesome with every word. Zipper knew that this was the real Four, that Nick revived the sentience of the being he killed just to torture. Nick then grew a claw of pure energy, dragging it as lightly as he could across Zippers torso, only for the flesh to flower open like a spring time rose. Zipper couldn't scream, only stare, as he listened to the tormented and feverish screams of Four from his own face, his eyes slowly closing as his heart stopped. Did he deserve this? Yes. At least, Nick thought so. He did the same to Zipper as he did to the rest, the lifeless white-eyed corpse of Zipper disappearing into Nick's flesh, making his body bulge with muscle. That's when he turned to Red, mascara and red hair dye flowing down her face. Nick walked over to her, his trench coat dressed in viscera and muscular sinew from the debacle, telling her to stand with a voice that mimicked Zipper's and Fours. She did as told, looking up at Nick and pleading, begging, hoping that if there was a god, it would help her. There was. He didn't go to kill her though, he went in for a hug. He hugged her tight, hugged her close. He rubbed her back and calmed her down. He kneeled to meet her eye level and even kept eye contact, smiling. She smiled back, his big lumbering form meaning a lot more than she thought it would and then, she gave him another hug. He chuckled, told her everything would be alright, told her that her friends are okay, that she'd escape this. Every single word sounded genuine. Was he genuine? "Did he mean it? Would they come back? Could I hold them again? Could I kiss their cheeks and laugh on the way out of our favorite restaurant? Could I.. Could I kiss him again when he came back?" Red's thoughts spiraled in her mind like a tornado, filling her with euphoria as she remembered her old endeavors with her favorite people. Her old endeavors before Nick. He smiled at her and nodded, as if he could read her thoughts, her giving him one more big hug. A hug that was so warm and forthcoming with true unbridled love that it was hard to believe it ended. First, she couldn't feel her foot as she stepped away. her foot was sputtering blood onto the ground. "How did his hand get there without me feeling it?" That thought was drowned out by her screaming, pointing at her foot in disbelief as Nick leaned closer, stopping the blood by dragging his finger up to her knee, consuming every last bit of it. That was when Red realized that this was the end, that her friends weren't coming back, that Zipper couldn't treat her like he treated Betty. Her eyes plead with Nick's as he went, his deadpan and cold. As if he didn't even enjoy it. He stared her in the eyes while shushing her with one massive finger, her voice hitching as thread spawned in her lips, sewing them together. He truly had grown tired of all the screaming. He had consumed everything below the neck before her eyes went white. Just a lifeless, brown haired mess of a head lying on the ground, jaw hanging ajar. He took her by the teeth and dropped her into his mouth, those wide and milky eyes being the last the world would ever see of her. The dome disappeared, he whipped the blood from his trench coat, and all was normal again. Walking off, he sees his brother Rex, a truly unkempt bloke, very short temper on him. Nick waves, a smile on his face, how long has it been since he's seen Rex?
By Casey Castro5 years ago in Horror
Scrap
The big truck rumbled down the road. Her headlights illuminated every moss draped tree that loomed out of the darkness. In this part of Florida, at this time of night, every backroad felt like driving through a tunnel. She was a seven ton dump truck, but was currently weighing in at thirteen what with all the scrap metal in the back. She used to be an emerald shade of green, but you couldn’t tell anymore under all the layers of dust, and the lettering on the sides of the doors looked like fossils embedded in some ancient rock just barely visible to the naked eye. It read GUSTAV’S SCRAP SERVICES.
By Stephen Pell5 years ago in Horror
Dada Freud
Dada Freud I allege a cover-up of epic proportions. The existence of the Dada Scientists has long been denied. And, for years, the monster evolved by this group, the Idman, now known as the Dada Freud, has been hushed-up. We are going to pay for that.
By Felix Alexander Holt5 years ago in Horror
The Road killers
“Just relax and be yourself” said the sexy female voice from behind the lights, “Now….Action.” The short grey-skinned creature with the pointed features and deep- set black eyes shifted nervously on the tall stool. He straightened his high-vis vest and looked into the circular all-seeing eye of the camera. “Erm….I’m Spry, as you see I am the supervisor of the Transport network on the B493”, he held the lapel of the vest out to the camera so the insignia was clearly visible. “It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it, eh?” he grinned, showing sharp dirty yellow teeth. “You see we are a very underrated and unappreciated workforce. Those guys that work on planes, causing all those crashes, well everyone wants to be one of them. But I tell you, in reality mostly their tampering doesn’t work. The mortals they have all these checks and servicing regularly now. But all you get to hear about is all the high yield work. Bloody snobs all of ‘em”,he coughed briefly and spat out a globbet of phlegm on the floor. He then blushed, his cheeks touched with a mild green colour, “Sorry Miss, we don’t see many ladies round here, ‘scuse the manners.”
By Clare Smith5 years ago in Horror
Shadow Creature
Gloomy and boring as a Monday morning is, I decided not to go to school. i was already at my stop waiting for the bus when I decided to walk back home instead. Why? Just didn’t feel like it. As i sit in my room,I started to drift off to sleep and next thing i knew i hear a loud bang on my door i laid there in silence And too frightened to even breathe i hear the loud bang on my door again, the person behind the door screamed, “ LAYLA!,OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR OR ELSE!,” I was so scared I couldn’t even speak, the person behind the door was my abusive Father. I didn’t know what to do, I looked around my room to hide somewhere just as he was about to break down my door i hid underneath my bed. He was stomping around my room, looking for me and as he was looking for me, he was trashing my room I don’t know what he was gonna do if he found me. I saw him throw my dresser across my room, and trash my closet, every piece of clothing I owned was all over my bedroom floor and just as he was about to give up he was standing right next to my bed, tired and breathing heavy I closed my eyes hoped and pray he would just leave and he did, for a split moment i let out breathe of relief just as i was about to get up from underneath my bed i feel something grab me from my ankles, it was my father! He pulled me out from underneath my bed. While he grabbed me, he pinned me to my bed, started screaming in my face asking, “ why aren’t you in school huh?!,” I answered back,” because I didn’t feel like going,” he looked at me with such disgust he got close to my face and whispered, “ you know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told, he paused waiting for an answer, i was still so frightened I couldn’t give a response he glared at me and said,”Fine.” He then pinned me down on my bed and started to beat me and before I knew it I blacked out
By Kalee Smith5 years ago in Horror
We are being watched.
You have probably heard of grey extraterrestrials; the ones with big heads, black eyes, small bodies, slender limbs, etc. I have heard numerous accounts of alleged extraterrestrial encounters over the internet. Of course, I never actually believed any of these stories myself. I found the concept of grey aliens very interesting, and slowly began to have some belief in the subject, actually I more or less pretended to believe, and it was fun to believe. Deep within me though, I never truly believed in the existence of grey aliens, or any kind of extraterrestrial life in our solar system.
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
Meeting new people.
Kevin wanted to look away, but would not allow himself to do so. This was his doing, not that he didn't feel on some level that it wasn't deserved, he just knew that he had to see this through to its bloody end. He could feel the blood curdling screams in his bones, and still he would not allow himself to look away.
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
It's not my wife.
It's not my wife. It's not the primary time I've stayed late on the work , typing away for data and even just sitting here scrolling through Facebook for hours. But within the ending always find yourself finishing just in time. i made a decision to call my wife and asked that she'd pick me up from work since I'm able to leave.
By Wesley Maddox5 years ago in Horror
The Count
My lovely Mina Do you remember the dream I told you of in our previous communique? Well, it accosted me once again the very next night. Two nights in a row mind you. Two nights in a row I saw it. It was always at the same place on the horizon. And with the wind behind it, it was moving straight toward me. When I awoke that second morning I decided to investigate further. I looked into it through my brand-new set of Encyclopedia Britannica and discovered the vessel I had been dreaming of was a schooner.
By Dan Brawner5 years ago in Horror
My Sighting of the Pope Lick Monster
The Pope Lick Monster There is a Train Bridge outside of Fischerville Kentucky, near Louisville. My family moved in about 10 miles from the bridge in way back in 1959. A new neighborhood in the middle of what had been farmland for over a century. It was not a well-developed area at the time, there were only a few houses on each street, with large farms on the main roads in the area. Our property on a converted farm was apparently a potato farm in the past, because when we dug a garden we always found potatoes, that were almost fossils. Since Louisville was settled by a lot of Irish and German Catholic families, potatoes were a staple of both diets.
By Jim Dicken5 years ago in Horror
