A boy by the name Alan Su, is kidnapped by the SCP Foundation and punished for the "crimes" his father Mark Su committed, till he finds himself with the one Euclid class SCP that many have died before...
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I looked at my newly found body, I was confused on how I was able to move with the roots and they wouldn't fight back, I start to explore it and I.. have a tail? Things are not normal right now... "Why do I have a tail?' I asked in concern... "Because all Savalians have tails..." my mother replied... "Savalians?" "It's my species, we live in harmony with each of the tribes..." "Tribes?" "Yes tribes are-" "No, sorry but that not what I meant mother, I meant 'tribes' as in 'what tribes?'" "Oh, right, there are four tribes: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, they makeup all the land surrounded by water..." "So the four tribes make a continent and a species?" "No, there also is the Kingdom..." "Kingdom?" "They were people from the Summer and Spring tribe that separated from their origins long ago, they also separated from the course of life that the tribes use, we never had a problem with such a action..." "So that happened when you were a child?" "No, it happen long before my great-grandfather was even born..." I just stayed there sitting, trying to understand what she told me, I wonder... does she miss them? "Mother?" "Yes?" "Do you miss them?" "Who?" "Your people?" She looked down, I knew that it has been years since she talked to any other Savalian, and I could see that she does indeed miss them... I reached out to her hand to show concern, she seems to understand my action and brings me in for a hug, all I can do is hug her back, I can't say I know what she went through, she lost her childhood, and she didn't get the same experience that a normal Savalian would for all I know, I just don't know what to do... "Alright, let's change the subject to get away from all this depression... Now I like to ask you something." She said in a mood swing... "You sure? Mother if you want to talk about I don't mind-" "It's okay Alan, really, it's best not to think about it, I doubt my parents are even alive after all this time that has passed... it is best to think about..." "Understood..." "Now may I proceed with my question?" "Yes, of course" "How did you manage to climb like that? When you were... running..." "Oh, I was always able to do that, every time father took me camping, I always ran left and right on rocks, trees, or anything I found challenging, I climbed, did backflips, anything I could think of... the first time father found out about it, he panicked, he thought that he was going to lose me when he saw that I was hanging from a tree branch, however he didn't expect me to have swung from branch to branch he was relieved and surprised of my capabilities, according to what he told me, I was 7 at the time..." "You get that from me..." "Really?" "Yes, when I was at that same age as you, while in this place, I kept running from rock to hill and from river to the top of plant, my guess is that it is times like those where you will have so much energy in you that you have to find a way to get rid of it, and so you do something that puts the body challenge..." "yea..." Then I heard the sound of a door open, both me and mother got up and went to look at what it was, another D-class, I watched the D-class just walk about in fear, and when looked behind mother was gone, I looked back at the D-class and I saw mother just waiting to pounce on him in her "animal form", then the D-class just saw my mother and just out of nowhere pulled a gun (you know, those old magnum pistols? Idk, this is what I know, they kinda look like this)
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He fired a shot, it went near her, the shot was so loud that it actually hurt my hears this time, when I covered them, I noticed they were at the back of my head and pointy, I came back to my senses when I heard another shot and a scream, I looked and I saw my mother on the ground with her shoulder hurt and the D-class pointing the gun at her, then I saw something that shook my world, a mic and a camera head-attachment, I lost myself and just ran to the D-class, punched him while grabbing the camera and crushing it, but when I looked back at the D-class he was pointing the gun at me, he seemed very scared, I didn't move, but I did hear something... "D-2651, what is your status in the capture of 860-2?" "I see it and I also see-!" I reached out with my hand to him and it stretched, the wooden roots stretched like an elastic covering his mouth with the shape of my hand still intact, he was caught by surprise and aimed the gun back at me, I reached with my other hand and the shot scratched my left cheek, I slightly jumped and let physics do its work, I bumped into the D-class and wrapped my arms around his head. (like when someone is putting you to sleep) "Nighty-Night Scum." I hold tight, as the D-class tries to get me off of him while his screams as muffled, he slowly loses consciousness and drops cold on the floor, then I hear someone rambling from the head piece, I get angry because I recognize the voice, it was Dr. Buck, I take a deep breath and just roar into the mic before destroying it, I drop the pieces and go to my mother to help her, but I knew one thing, if the Foundation sent a D-class with a gun in this place, they would surely send more, well-equipped people here...
Hey guys sorry that I took so long with this chapter, and also let's see when I posted the last chapter- THE FLUFF!? I POSTED THE LAST CHAPTER OVER A MONTH AGO!?
Also I'm going to give you guys a sneak peek on what of the next pieces of art for this story, if you have a problem with it, SUCK IT UP LIKE A GROWN-UP, AND ACT YOUR AGE.
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Hope you enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next chapter. ( DAMNIT I sound like a damn YouTuber! )
