For years, SCP Foundation managed to study thousands of anomalies, and contained most of them in cells. During one of containment breaches, something went wrong, and together with SCPs, MTFs found themselves in a completely new reality. But was it t...
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Your POV: We entered the level four with happiness because we didn't have to struggle through level three, which was known for being extremely dangerous. The only person not satisfied from this was SCP-682, as he wanted to eat as many entities as possible, and calmed down only after we gave him a lot of almond water which was very common on this level.
Entities on this level weren't common, which was a good sign, but it didn't stop a random Hound, who managed to sneak to us, and jumped at SCP-105, whom it has chosen as its target. Little did it know, that Abel was always ready to fight, and immediately began protecting Iris with his bare hands.
He began cursing in his native language and threw the Hound into a wall, breaking a few of its bones. When it stood up and tried to slowly run away, he focused on something, and after a few seconds managed to pull a small dagger out of thin air, similar to the swords that he was able to create in the reality.
- Abel, you learnt how to summon these weapons in here! That's great news! - C'thulu said with joy, while Abel looked at the knife with contempt.
- This piece of shit isn't even a real weapon... - He responded before throwing it straight at the entity and hitting its neck. - It might work on some small, or weak things, like this... But how am I supposed to defend you guys with them?!
- Mr Abel. - Our commander spoke to him. - You found out how to use your powers again, but on a smaller scale. Some training, and you should be able to completely restore your abilities.
- Of course... Training... But I need to protect us now! I cannot wait for that!
- This level is known to be safe, so we might as well stay in here until you reach your desired results.
- Unwillingly, but I agree to that. Just be aware, that until I stop being completely useless, I won't leave this level!
- I am fine with that, we have to get a lot of almond water anyway.
We left 076 alone and began collecting this precious almond water that we would need for the next few levels.Some people, who had a base in here, gave us a lot of food for the future journey, as another goal was reaching level 11, where we would be completely safe.
After few hours, when we finished pouring water into containers and secured our food, Abel ran to us with one of his regular swords, and with satisfaction presented his powers, which he was able to use in this dimension now. During this time we also made a plan for going through level 6, and it was surprisingly easy.
Instances of SCP-939 together with other SCPs would sit on 682's back, while all of our units would sit in either the rest of the free spots, or on 939's backs. Each one of them could handle four people, and after getting tightly packed on hard-to-destroy reptile's back, we entered the door leading straight to level 6, in order to skip level 5.
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Everything was completely dark, and our flashlights were unable to make it brighter. Night vision googles, which had allowed us to partially see what was in front of us, but despite that, our vision was limited to a few meters. 682 began walking where we told him to go, but nobody knew where the exit was.
- Do you see any entities in here? - 682 spoke while turning left.
- I see one in front of us... - Our lieutenant responded. - It is big, has sharp teeth, dangerous claws and looks worse than moldy cheese.
- And it is in front of... Wait a second! Are you talking about me?! - 682 yelled in anger.
- Lieutenant, I order you to shut up. - Our commander said with anger. - Unless you want to go alone for the rest of your journey.
- I'm sorry, I will stay quiet...
682 kept walking and searching for an exit for over two hours, but we couldn't find anything which would take us to level 7. During this time our squad, for the first time during our journey, attempted to talk with SCPs normally, and surprisingly it didn't end badly. We got ourselves into a massive discussion, during which we talked about everything, including our plans, politics, food and many other things, which has shown us that it was not impossible to talk with SCPs.
We would have most likely talked more, but 939s heard something, which seemed like ocean waves. Immediately 682 rushed in that direction, and almost threw some of us down, but luckily we managed to stay on him and not fall down. While we were getting closer, we have heard something behind us, but we didn't see anything, even with night vision.
Unsure what was that, our commander told 682 to run faster, as this level was known to be mysterious and, despite not having any entities, some people would disappear in it without a trace. 682 was running as fast as he could, and after some time we entered level 7, where we would need a good plan to go further.
