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: After getting through level 8 we landed on level 9, where we knew how to find an entrance to level 11. However, neither of us wanted to walk 100 miles on a road filled with entities who wanted our demise, but because this was the fastest and safest way of getting there, we had to do it. It quickly became obvious that it would take us multiple hours to get there by foot, and with limited bullets and dangers waiting for us everywhere, we had to resort to plan S, which simply meant: "Sit on SCP-682 and let him bring all of us safely to level 11".
Surprisingly, he didn't complain about this idea and even agreed to do that, as long as we promised not to have another annoying MTF member like our previous lieutenant. Thanks to this cooperation, we passed through the entire level, while also making jokes with SCPs to make the time flow slightly faster. It wasn't a surprise for us that many of them, like 106, had a rather dark sense of humor, but it was still possible to make him laugh. Even 682 himself was laughing while hearing these, and after a few more hours of him sprinting in the given directions, we landed on the first completely safe level since level 4.
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When we saw that, we immediately jumped off SCP-682 and began hugging one another, as we finally had a chance to start a new life without any dangers of this world. Of course, everything was dependent on our decision, as we could have either stayed here and tried to live a normal life, or make an attempt to go back to the real world and take a huge chance of dying during the journey.
-So, what are we going to do? - I spoke while looking at the entire group.
- I don't know, I didn't expect we would make it so far. - 035 responded with shock.
- What are our options? - 953 asked curiously.
- Stay here and start a new life, or come back to the real world, with the possibility of dying on the way back. - I responded to her.
- And for us it would also mean getting contained afterwards, am I correct? - She responded with a neutral face of displeasure.
- Well... I mean... - I started stuttering. - It was pretty fun being with you and your friends 953, but... You know... I doubt the O5 council will allow you guys to stay free...
- Just as I expected...
- Hey, we can always stay here for some time. Even make up our minds to come back, we might as well explore this place a little bit. - Our commander proposed an alternate option.
- Let's just vote instead. - Abel spoke to all of us. - Who wants to go back to the real world?
Most of us put up our hands.
- And who wants to stay in here? - He asked again.
A few people voted for this option, which meant we would try to find a way back to the Frontrooms.
- Okay. Those, who want to stay in here can do that, you will try to set up a connection with our world and inform us about everything in the Backrooms. - Our commander spoke to the volunteers who decided to stay in this place. - Everyone else, we will spend a few weeks here in order to help the local community and also gather enough information and resources for the journey. Any questions?
- I have one. - 682 spoke while indicating at a nearby Faceling. - Can I eat it?
-Absolutely not! Facelings and Hounds are friendly on this level! - He screamed at 682 for making a question like this.
-But... There have to be some other entities in here for me to eat...
- 682, I am afraid you will have to hunt in other levels for them. - Abel responded and ended the quarrel.
Our immortal reptile wasn't particularly happy with this decision, after all, because he was eating those entities, he was finally able to satisfy his hunger, and none of us wanted to become his snack if he turned against us. To solve this problem and also find a place for us to stay, we had to meet up with MEG operatives, who helped us with both of these. They agreed to send 682 on missions to different levels from time to time, where he would help their soldiers with clearing massive hordes of entities, and since these levels had an easy way back to level 11 we didn't have to say goodbye to our lovely, deadly, murderous dinosaur.
The second problem was also solved pretty quickly, as MEG offered us five buildings in which we could live as long as we wanted to. They were fully equipped, and even though we had to take some precautions, for example, avoiding going through certain doors, since we could fall to our demise. We had to divide ourselves into a few groups, four people in each flat, and we were supposed to go with two MTFs and two SCPs per group. I didn't know with whom from SCP group I would be paired, but I immediately asked my friend Thomas to stay with me.
Abel and our commander were supposed to pair us and SCPs together, and one pair of MTFs would be in one room with a pair of SCPs, and I was truly hoping to get someone nice, like Cain or 049, but when we finally received our roommates, I felt how my heart stopped for a second. While Uncle Larry wasn't dangerous without his tar, SCP-953 still had her powers, so after the first night we would find out how real this alliance truly is. Either both of us would have woken up alive or dead, and until somebody else entered our flat after that night, we would be in a superposition just like Schrodinger's cat.
