[I was going to write the exploration of Otherworld, but decided against it. It was honestly annoying to try to write, so the exploration log is what you guys get. I might do a SCP-8937 evaluation or messages between personnel on SCP-8937. Kind of like how SCP-076-2 has. Also next chapter is a time skip, because I am NOT going to be doing a chapter for everyday FUCK THAT.]
"SCP-8937 we are at the destinated location. Try to see if you can`t open a portal from here."
"Got it"
I was staring at the entrance of a cave that I had found outside the city walls. The cave was about a half a mile from the city. I didn't tell anyone but I wanted to try something. I wanted to see if I could open a portal using these cave entrances. My running theory was that these were what connected our world and this one. It was probably stupid to think like that, and probably wouldn't do anything but I wanted to at least try it.
The result was that it worked. Which begs the question how did it work? Why did it work? Could anyone do it or was it just me that could. And if that was the cause, why was it? There were a lot of questions about it that honestly, I didn't want to bother with. I was going to let the guys that went to college figure this crap out for themselves.
The moment the portal open, people started to walk through it. There were researchers, people holding equipment [that I couldn't identify to save my life] along with supplies, MTF members with radio and communication equipment.
They just kept coming out of the portal, and it wasn't until like 40 people came out that they stopped. It wasn't until after everyone was out that two people came walking up to me. I wasn't sure what the MTF guys were doing but it looked like they were doing roll call or something.
It was a man and a woman. The woman had brownish green eyes, short brown hair and looked a little Native American. The other guy was a Caucasian, he had glasses on and a receding hairline. It looked like he was trying to "fix" it by doing a comb over that just made the whole thing worse, because his hair was curly. He had a smile on his face as he came up to me.
"Good to meet you 8937. My name is Dr. Marcus H. Kelton and this is my colleague Dr. Talia Montoya we are going to be the lead on this place. We hope that you can help us get everything situated."
I looked the man up and down, before responding.
"Fine, but seriously listen to my rules. And! Make sure to tell everyone. Stay within the city walls, if you aren't a fighter. The place has been cleared. I had Ruby and Emerald make sure you guys are safe. Second my name is Max, if you and your peeps keep calling me either 'it' or '8937' we are going to have problems. Got it?"
"I think our team can agree to those terms."
"Good. Do you want me to show you guys around?"
"Yes please."
Our large group made our way to the city. When we entered the gate, there the team saw Ruby and Emerald. I had them waiting just outside the gates. They were in their bigger forms, which was about 3 meters tall. With their four red eyes staring at the team that came through.
The moment they saw them, the MTF members got into position protecting the researchers.
"CONTACT FRONT!"
"SAFETY OFF, ZETA-9 PROTECT LABCOATS!"
"Whoa.Whoa. STOP! Those are Ruby and Emerald. They are sweet hearts aren't you." The two of them starting wagging their tails, and was practically bagging me to give them pets and attention.
I hop on Ruby, because he was my mount. Why use a car when you could ride a fucking wolf. Looking at the team I said.
"This is ruby, and that over there is Emerald. Emerald will be making sure that nothing happens to you guys while you are in the city. I doubt anything will happen, but just in case. That being said you fuck with him I wont be happy."
The front leading MTF member came up and said
"You could have warned us."
"I did. Come on, you guys can set up at the castle. It is on the far part of the city, but it should be a good staging place for you. Also that church and everything else you can explore if you want. But, you wont find anything. This place is pretty bear."
It was another 40 minutes before the team had at least a somewhat working research base up and running. It was only a tent research base right now, but that would likely change in the future. The researchers were checking the air, flora, soil, and the reality I think. Not sure what they were doing.
When I saw that they were busy and doing stuff. I decided that I was going to leave, and maybe call this..fatish demon or person or whatever. Cloverfield was a greed demon for sure, but I don't think she would do anything to kill me. Every time I think I am strong or top shit someone comes down and makes me humble as fuck. I need to learn that this is the SCP universe where literal Gods walk around and crap. Hell, I meet the god of death Pluto. Cloverfield could have killed me or worse any time she wanted to. Why she didn't I don't know, but the fact that I was that close to a worse fate than death is eye opening.
As I laid on top of Ruby`s fur, I gestured for him to start walking away. I wanted a private phone call with this person. But I only got a few feet before an MTF stopped me. I didn't know his name or any MTF member`s name. They didn't bring those guys from Zeta-9 team I was with. Instead they had brought in completely new people. The MTF guys didn't tell me their names, the scientist ignored me completely, and the only one that actually talked to me even slightly was Marcus.
So, when the MTF member stopped me like this it was annoying to say the least.
"Sorry 8937 we cant let you leave. We need you under supervision at all times."
"Seriously! Why? You cant be serious about this right? Like I cant make a phone call? You do realize I can literally teleport away right?"
"I get that. I am just doing my job."
"Look no one is looking. You can write an apology letter or better yet say I knocked you down. You a brave MTF warrior held your own as the might-"
"No."
"But..come on man. I don't want to stand here all day."
"No. You wont be here all day, we are about to move out. Command wants to know what is in the surrounding locations."
"ugh. Fine. I will call them here. And, why am I just now hearing about this? When are we leaving?"
"When lead tells us we leave."
"Whatever"
This guy was a rules only hard ass. Probably was the type of guy that read the instructions before going to bed, and always made a point to tell someone when they 'weren't up to regulations.' I sighed, grabbed my phone and dialed the number. It only rang a few times before I heard a voice. I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman`s voice.
"Thank you for calling Prim and Proper Legal Solutions. You got a problem and we got the dagger. How can I help you."
"Hmm hi. I got this number from a Von Cloverfield. Wanting to make a copyright claim to a few of my products and maybe get some legal advise."
The guard looked up at me and said.
"Who are you talking to."
I shooed him away before the caller responded saying.
"Got it got. Yeah we can definitely do that for you. Let me check what we have here. And, you are just wanting legal and copyright protection correct? No medical, surgery, assassination, or anything like that correct?"
"Yeah, and for the payment. Do you guys take like…earth money or like?"
"Hmm…we prefer lucre but if what is what you go that is what you got. Just know that it is going to cost extra."
"Shouldn't be a problem"
"Great. Now how should we be contacting you Mr?"
"Just call me Max, and via this phone number please. I would rather not be teleported or visited by anyone."
"Got it. We have an opening with one of our lawyers on..lets see..hmm..how does next Thursday sound. She is one of the newer staff member we have FYI, but I am sure that she can help you."
"That's fine. As long as I can copyright this stuff, and maybe get some legal advise then it is fine."
"Great. I have you booked for next Thursday, earth time, at 2pm. Sound good?"
"Sounds perfect. Thanks bye"
"Bye"
I hung up the phone, only to see the MTF member staring holes into my head. I had no clue that this guys problem was, but it was honestly starting to piss me off.
"Can I fucking help you?"
"Who did you contact?"
"I aint doing this. Look man, I am a nice guy. But, step off man. You don't want this. If we go out there and see some shit. Just know I am literally probably the only thing stopping you from experiencing something far far worse than death. Just know that. So please give me a reason to leave your ass out there."
"Are you threatening a Foundation personal."
"tsk"
"Nigga. Did you not hear what I said? You know what, I am going to be the bigger man here and walk away. You do you boo boo."
I walked back to the mansion, went into the greenhouse room. Saw that there was a bunch of scientists messing with the plants and kicked them out. I liked the greenhouse it was relaxing and peaceful. I didn't want them to ruin it, I was starting to think that inviting these guys here was a bad idea.
A nice place to relax, sun was shining, the air clean, cuddling up to the dog, and finally reading the next addition to my bio books. I was even a fraction of a fraction in learning and understanding 'life' magic. The more I learned, the more I realized I didn't know shit.
I don't know how long I was like that. Cuddling with Ruby, as I read the books. But, it must have been some time because one of the MTF guys came and got me.
"Hey 8937. We are about to do a perimeter check."
"Got it."
Date: ████-██-██
Location: Nexus-8937 ("Otherworld")
Exploration Summary – Log 01
Joint reconnaissance unit composed of personnel from MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats"), Beta-2 ("Mycenae"), and Epsilon-13 ("Manifest Destiny") initiated preliminary survey of the Nexus environment. Primary objectives were terrain mapping and initial threat cataloging.
SCP-8937 demonstrated functional fluency in both written and spoken forms of the Nexus-native language. Method of acquisition is unknown. Subject refuses to disclose origin of linguistic proficiency and has remained entirely non-cooperative regarding this point.
During traversal, multiple humanoid entities were observed. Per SCP-8937's voluntary remark, these entities are supposedly non-living — residual human "echoes" or souls locked in a closed temporal recursion. SCP-8937 claims these entities repeat the final 24 hours prior to death indefinitely. Current Foundation directive explicitly forbids intentional termination of personnel within Nexus-8937. Controlled testing of this recursion phenomenon is not authorized.
Lead Agent ████████ and Agent ██████ report operational difficulty with SCP-8937, citing insubordination and refusal to comply with direct instructions or provide actionable intelligence. However, Agent ██████ additionally noted SCP-8937 did facilitate safe egress during multiple hostile anomaly encounters.
SCP-8937 – Behavioral / Containment Notes
SCP-8937 is a humanoid anomaly presently under Foundation employment. Subject exhibits no ideological loyalty to the Foundation and has expressed opposition to Foundation principles. Current compliance is maintained solely through the protection of SCP-8937 friends, housed at the New Hope Orphanage.
Long-Term Loyalty Strategies Under Review:
Plan 01: Implanting explosive failsafes in the friends of SCP-8937 to enforce SCP-8937 obedience.
Status: Cancelled — deemed likely to trigger hostile "Black Queen"-class retaliatory outcome.Plan 02 (Active / Recommended): Controlled incorporation of SCP-8937 with MTF Omega-7 and select Foundation staff to encourage emotional/loyalty anchor formation. SCP-8937 already demonstrates rapport with Dr. Selene, Agent Oliver, and Agent Harrison.Further loyalty-conditioning initiatives are under formulation. Evaluation ongoing.