The Newborns and the New Gods, as well as the Groups of Interests, in the SCP Universe. They thought they had succeeded in preventing the Scarlet King's return by separating the King's 7 Spears and the 7 Infinity Stones. But when he meets and makes...
"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness."
Vladimir Nabokov...
"Mmmmmmmm..."
Cyborg groaned, painfully...as he began to try and wake up from the unconscious state that he is in now. His eyes...it is as though weights are pulling his eyelids so that they do not move a single muscle. But Cyborg kept on trying. This force that is making him sleep still...it won't keep on holding him for very long, nor will it keep on holding him forever. He will make sure...that he gets out of the force that is pressing on his body.
But as he felt his body pressed...it reminded him...of a memory...one that he has repressed for so long, one that he has tried to forget so much, and wanted to leave behind. One that...he will not get rid of, even if he wants to destroy it. The memory...of his father...who had ruined his life, making him into the cybernetic being that he is now. He could not forget...the feeling of wires, fusing into his heart, of cables piercing at his lungs, of tubes, forcefully fusing with his vein. The burning, absolute painful sensation, of metal, forcing themselves into the Jody of a human.
Cyborg, even though he doesn't need to necessarily do it, tried to breath, and this finally allowed him to wake up, and get back up from the ground that he is on. Looking around...he saw...a wasteland.
The entire Earth...it has become so...dead. Almost similar to SCP-2935, but...it was far, far more devoid of all life. There are no corpses, not branches or tree trunks still present. The buildings are in ruins far more than ever before. There was no clouds, nor is there any form of sun present. And the sky...oh god...the sky...it was dark, like an infinite abyss in space, and there are no stars. What replaced the stars, are red eyes. Billions, upon billions, upon billions, upon billions, upon billions, upon billions...of Scarlet Eyes. The Eyes that are in the sky...they are all looking down, as if all of them are staring down at Cyborg, and the Earth, like it is ready to eat it's new, latest prey. This creeps Cyborg out, and looks down, looking very scared at what he had seen.
But as Cyborg looks around, he hears a voice spoke out.
"Cyborg?"
Cyborg turned around, and saw that he is not the only one that is alone in this wasteland of an Earth. Some...alive.
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