The Upheaval [Creepypasta story]

SCP Foundation

Alex's discovery of an exit, a way out of the Backrooms, was as much a surprise to her as the world she returned to. She expected the forest they had camped in, the familiar smell of earth and pine, the crunch of leaves under her feet. Instead, she emerged in a different part of Nicolet National Forest, far from any sign of civilization. The darkness of the night was punctuated by bright spotlights, blinding her momentarily.

Alex's emergence did not go unnoticed. She was immediately surrounded by a group of armed personnel, their uniforms adorned with a strange insignia: SCP. Despite her transformation, her instincts told her to run, to fight, but her body, weary from the years in the Backrooms, gave out.

The SCP Foundation, an organization dedicated to containing and studying anomalies, had been monitoring the anomaly Alex had unwittingly stepped into. They had waited, hoping something, or someone, would emerge. And when Alex did, they acted swiftly.

Alex was taken into the Foundation's custody. The once feared Backrooms survivor was now SCP-XXXX, an entity in containment. In the sterile, cold cell, she was far removed from the familiarity of the Backrooms. But this was just another challenge, another test of survival, and Alex was a survivor.

The SCP Foundation was relentless in its quest for knowledge. Alex was subjected to countless hours of experimentation and interrogation. Her abilities, her transformation, the intricacies of the Backrooms - they wanted to know it all. She, however, remained silent, her crimson eyes radiating defiance.

She bore the physical and psychological torment. She had faced worse in the Backrooms, and this was just another trial she had to overcome. But when they took her journal, her last memento of her friends, her patience broke. The invasion of her memories, her past, was something she couldn't accept.

Seething with anger, Alex finally let loose the full extent of her powers. Her containment cell shattered under her wrath. Her abilities, honed over two years in the Backrooms, were a force to be reckoned with. She manipulated the electrical systems, shutting down the containment locks. One by one, other SCP entities were released, turning the facility into chaos.

With the Foundation personnel distracted, Alex reclaimed her stolen journal. The document, filled with her memories, experiences, and research on the Backrooms, was her only tangible link to her past. It was a piece of her that the Foundation had no right to possess. With her journal secured, she set her sights on escaping the SCP facility.

Amidst the pandemonium, Alex moved swiftly. She knew she had limited time before the Foundation's tactical response teams would arrive. Her familiarity with labyrinthine corridors, courtesy of the Backrooms, came in handy as she maneuvered through the facility, unlocking cells and causing havoc. She didn't pause, didn't hesitate, using every ounce of her strength and will to get out.