Batim Scp Au Oneshots

The Incident (Disturbing)

A shadowy form crept down the hall as the busted lights flickered on and off. The light created shadows where even the darkest of monsters could creep. The soft tapping of claws on the floor was all that was heard. But for the monster, soft, terrified breathing could be heard from one of the labs.

A rattling hiss exited its mouth, the flickering light reflecting off the teeth stained with blood. It's long, lithe tail tapered to a sharp edge flicked around, before following the creature as it wound into the lab. 

The thing paused in the doorway, the scientist hiding inside seeing its menacing form silhouetted by the failing lights in the hallway. The lights flickered off again, and it was gone. Tears pricked in the woman's eyes as she looked around the room in a panic. Where was it? What was it? Was she going to die?

She clutched her gun tighter, the edges of the steel digging into her fingers. Her eyes fell to a moving patch of shadows. It was here. The thing moved forward, its unwavering gaze met by the scientist's own. She raised the gun, and the Scp stopped, tilting its head to regard the weapon. 

Her hand was trembling terribly, and she worried that if she did fire, she would miss. It bared its fangs in a menacing snarl, before charging her. She screamed, pulling the trigger.

Click.

The scientist only had time to move her horrified gaze to the safety lock still on safe, before the creature reached her. Her vision went dark as serrated fangs dug into her neck. A snap was heard throughout the room, before dead silence reigned. Another human dead.

The Scp returned to the hallway, a fresh glimmer of blood painting its teeth and claws. It's first few steps out of the room left bloody prints, before the blood wiped away leaving no clue to where the creature went. The smell of iron and ink seemed to follow it, haunting around the demon's lanky form in invisible clouds.

It disappeared into the flickering shadows the lights created, the staticky speakers repeating their same botched message. "Full site lockdown. Multiple containment breaches evident. Report to a safe zone immediately."

The facility was in shambles. Scps ran loose, slaughtering staff and leaving trails of blood and horror in their wake. Voices echoed down the hall, but they were not human. The large canine-like creatures seemed to mock the survivors, calling out as their friends and family they knew had died.

An old man dripping a black corrosive substance laughed as it played with the poor victims stuck in its pocket dimension. The souls stuck there would never see the light of day again.

A haunting figure stalked the halls, mind clouded with bloodlust as it hunted down the remaining survivors in the lower levels. It had taken down quite a few people, weapons becoming useless as the demon slaughtered their users.

MTF had arrived, trying to sort out the madness and save the survivors. The armed specialists remained steely as they encountered the corpses of their coworkers, gut occasionally ripped open by the strong teeth of the dogs with voices. 

A lone creature encountered the squad, catcalling them in a singsongy voice before chomping on one of their legs. Gunfire echoed around the halls, before an electrical net was thrown over the monster, resulting in the smell of burnt flesh and an inhuman shriek to echo down the hallways. A fate that the rest of its kind would soon face.

Its unconscious body was tied down and left where it was, the team focusing on more pressing matters. One down, eight more to go. The squad continued down the hall, leaving their injured member behind to wait for reinforcements.

One by one, each copy of 939 was hunted and subdued, 106 and 6030 nowhere to be found. A D-class was escorted down to 106's containment chamber, and made to use the femur breaker. His screams echoed down the hall, the old man returning to its cell while the demon bayed back at the speakers. 

New generators were brought into the site, replacing the busted ones. The lights shone full force instead of their old flickering, prompting the last remaining Scp to enter hiding. Armed MTF lurked the hallways now, armed to the teeth as the tables turned. Oh how unfortunate...

One foolish man passed too close to a dark corner of the room, the shadows jumping forward to envelop him in their darkness. He only had time to let out a gasp, before a snap sounded, garnering the attention of the team he was with. 

The body dropped lifelessly to the floor as the cover of a vent went rattling to the floor. Alarms were sounded as calls were made and teams were organized. Teargas was pumped into the vents as a way to smoke the Scp out.

Another vent was found laying on the floor as the Scp that had escaped from it lay coughing and wheezing not three feet away. MTF with gasmasks dragged the demon back to its cell, locking the heavy reinforced door with a foreboding click. 

Silence reigned, before efforts to return the facility to a functioning state started. Bodies would be burned, the horrid smoke permeating the sky grey. The floors were mopped clean of the blood that had once been spilled there, but nothing could wipe away what had happened.

Soon enough though, everything had returned to how it always was. The clicking of pens with anxious researchers, the smell of death lingering in the hall. People trying to appear busy so they didn't look out of place. The survivors ignoring the fact that their ranks were thinner then before...

Normalcy, however normal and mundane, is not always innocent and pure. Dark things lurk in dark places, the foundation being an amazing example. No matter how many times the floor is wiped clean or how many air fresheners were used, the blood on the floor would always stay fresh, and the smell of death would always stain the air.

//What have I done? Why did I make this? I have no idea. I felt poetic for some reason. Probably my English class rubbing off on me; eugh.