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: Despite severe differences between us and the SCPs, we haven't killed one another and got along in level 11. Unfortunately, we couldn't stay in this level and not do anything for its community. After all, somebody had to get supplies for all of these people in here. We made an agreement with the MEG, and our squad got divided into two groups.
The first group got weapons, ammunition and was supposed to hunt for other entities on different levels. Thanks to something called "Blue Channel", they had an easy way of coming back from these journeys, and they were bringing multiple bodies of dead entities from all of these missions. Some of them could be consumed after cooking or baking, others could be traded for different stuff.
And that's where the second group came in. Since regular trading would be limited to only a few friendly groups and we wanted to make as much profit as possible, we made a squad of people who knew how to gamble, and we were supposed to use this knowledge on the famous level 777. As long as we were good with it, we would be able to gain more resources than we would lose.
Having entered the level, we headed towards the first low-level casino, known as Zachia Slots, where we began gambling some basic resources like almond water and food. It was going pretty smoothly, and after some time many of us went towards Cheeshire Casino. It was necessary to go there, as we had to defeat every dealer in this place before we could go any further.
During this time, we divided ourselves into smaller groups, in which we felt the most comfortable while gambling, and surprisingly, for me it was SCP-239 and SCP-953. Thomas wasn't with us, because he had decided to stay in the Zachia Slots, while we slowly began moving to casinos with higher stakes. In Insanity Casinos, it was possible to bet small parts of your own body, like fingernails or hair, but that was still nothing compared to the Merlin's Beard, where we were able to bet pelts from entities hunted on other levels.
Because of that, we quickly got a lot of attention, as we had enough pelts for at least a few hours of gambling, and everyone wanted to play with us. One person though really wanted to play with 953, and just from the conversation between them, I knew this wouldn't end well.
- You are pretty good at gambling sweety. - He said while looking into her eyes. - And you have such beautiful tails... I wonder if...
- You cannot touch them, and if you dare to suggest that, I will slice your throat. - She responded immediately.
- You want to make a bet about that? I am down! We will play at Celebrity Showdown, if you win, I will let you kill me with your own hands. - He gave her a suggestion.
- If you lose, I will kill you slowly and painfully, how does it sound? - She responded with a sadistic smile.
- Alright, but if I win, and I rarely lose, you are going to give your sweet body to me, and give me a tailjob with these beautiful tails.
- You fucking pervert! - She screamed and pulled out her claws.
- 953, there is no point to make deals with this guy, just ignore him, and if he suggests that again, I will put a bullet in his head. - I said and grabbed my gun.
