It's been a few days since I rescued the kids and brought them home. Luckily they are very well behaved but the bad news is that I have been noticed by the foundation.
After breaking into their network I realized they had me listed on the Scp list. But still don't know my name and face . However, they are still actively searching for the missing SCP.
"Okay guys. Who's ready for some ice cream?" I said to bring some ice cream cones for the kids.
"What should I do now " I thought looking at the kids. Both were famous SCPs. SCP 053 a girl with the ability to make people attack her and cause instant death to them
As for Scp 239, it goes without saying. Scp is famous for its powerful reality-bending abilities, indestructible skin, and unparalleled potential.
Both are sons of the Red King in some verses. Children of powerful entities in others.
Now the foundation can't feed them. Look at 239 and you'll see how skinny she is when she's always in a coma. And 053's clothes are torn from stab wounds or chemicals from tests.
I sat back for a moment as I pondered the most important decision of my life. Should I adopt them?
Adopting children is a big deal. You have to raise them to be good people and ensure a future for them. Also the fact that they are SCPs means they will be hunted by the foundation.
Never mind. Just adopt them.
I approached the children and asked, "If you don't have a family to go back to, stay with me."
They both looked at each other and smiled, "Okay, Dad." They both laughed and said.
Three months later
"Yaaaa. Daddy look at me." Sigurros showed her father her latest work. The new magic she had just learned.
It's been three months and the relationship in my little family is developing positively. The children can't leave me and I can't bear to be without them either.
I also taught Sigurros and Abby some magic and ability control. Abby can now interact with others without causing them to attack her.
"Nice job Sigurros. Now call Abby and we'll go to the park.
A while later the kids and I went to the park with a picnic basket.
Suddenly a huge explosion happened. And the red monsters appeared. It was SCP 939 the multi-voiced monster. Belonging to the Keter class. They do not have most of the organs like living creatures. They have the ability to mimic voices and breathe out memory-erasing substances.
With just one thought I wiped them all out and flew to another area.
A moment later a mobile task force appeared. Fully equipped. Looked around and reported to superiors.
"Sir there are four Scp939 here and they are all dead." Agent told superior
"Any trace found?"
"Not all seem to be killed without physical impact probably by telekinisis."
"Investigate this. I want to know who or what did this."
"Clear "