ONE FAILED SALVATION

HOW IT ALL BEGAN...

It was nothing more than another day for mankind. The people would wake up, have breakfast, talk about the newest soccer game and then go to work.

But in the depths of an underground Italian facilty, something else was about to happen.

Let me introduce you to Dr Bright, Dr Clef and Dr Gears, the ones that will be the protagonists of this story. Dr Bright is a man- or a woman, sometimes- whose soul was bonded to a magic, indestructable necklace. He's been around for a long time, and he's one of the most known members of the Scp foundation, a foundation dedicated to contain or use what is considered "Anomalous" such as Bright himself. Once every 30 days, he possesses someone else's body, and he is currently a brown haired 5'4 man.
Dr Clef is a person whose three-eyed face cannot be photographed. He is an acerbic man that loves ukulele.
Dr Gears is a normal person, that represent perfectly the motto of the foundation "Cold, not cruel" tough this led to several problems with his daughter, to be correct multiple versions of her from across the Multiverse.

They were currently trying to open a portal to another dimension, but let me talk about it more.

The world the Foundation was trying to reach was Scp-6001 Aka Avalon, an utopia where world peace, both between countries and between human and Scps was achieved. In many dimensions, the Foundation only cared so much to reach Avalon, but in this one, they dedicated all their effort to it. And they had gotten what seemed to be a great result by creating a machine capable of opening portals to other dimension, presumably to Avalon too.

Bright looked at the machine. It was working, it would finally be peace for all of them. The portal started to grow, and grow, until it shrinked. Bright and the other doctors looked at it, and the realization hit him.

Something was wrong.

And soon, he would find out how that one mistake doomed them all.

Bright started pressing buttons in hopes of preventing the disaster, while Gears and Clef ran to reach the safe room where a few security guards were standing and closed the door behind just in time, as the machine and the portal exploded, with catastrophic consequences.

Somewhere in Japan, a kid was playing with her brother while her dad watched. The ball the two were using fell down, in an outdoor cellar. She went in, but the door closed behind her. When she managed to open it again, she came out to a dead wasteland, grey grass and leaveless trees. Then, she saw her family members, laying dead on the ground.

This world, has now been plagued forever. The radiation emitted from the explosion killed 90% of the world population and caused effects similar to the ones of a nuclear winter. But it might have done something just wor- Wait AHHHHHHHHHHH-

Ouch- my head hurts... but what happened? I'm an author/narrator, I can't be affected by, y'know, stuff... Wait, I'm in the dimension I was looking at? God, I should be more careful not to create portals by accidents. I gotta go back InBetween now... Wait, why can't I make a portal? Oh god

Someone else's pov

Hello... your usual narrator has some, problems, I'd say. So, I'll be guiding you from now on. Let's see what happens...

Jimmy, or Gimmy, for those of you who prefer this name, was pointlessly trying to make a portal and get out of that place, now completely destroyed. Another portal opened, and two blue haired people came out, a woman and a man. Jimmy brought out his dagger, while the man took out two swords and the woman raised her guns.

-Who are you?- The man asked, while the woman observed Jimmy.

-Wait a second... Wings, strange colored, looks like a Gacha Character filled with everything the author could put in. A writer's embodiment?- she asked, lowering her guns a bit.

Jimmy answered:- Yup, got that right. And you two...- He looked at the man's chest, where a label was attached:- MPD agents?

The two nodded in response, lowering their weapons and looking around, realising how lonely they were in that desolated wasteland.

A/N: Rp rules and forms for the Oc's are coming tomorrow 'coz I'm too tired