The Horse That Cried Meltdown. (An SCP Fan Tale)

Chapter 1, Dose accumulation.

I watched the device sitting next to me, resting in the rubble, lightly scuffed and damaged. the clicking, crackling device echoed throughout the entire basement.

Water dripped and rained on me from the ruined ceiling above, hitting my face and running down my body, and into the nooks and crannies between the cracks in the debris, disappearing into the darkness beneath.

I watched the dial go up on the device, 40, 80, 120, before settling. The clicking and crackling becoming unbearable. like tv static, the fizzling became an electronic screaming from the speaker as it vibrated against the chunks of concrete it sat in.

The screaming and the noise continued on, accompanied by the metallic taste that spread across my tongue.

"SHUT UP!!!" I screamed, my ears ringing as my voice bounced back and hit me like a freight train from the sharp echo of the collapsed reactor cavern.

I laid silent, or tried to with the fizzling and screaming which filled the chamber.

Finally having enough, I shifted myself to the side, and careful not to jab my leg with rebar, I began kicking the boulder that the detector sat on.

It took minutes, but those minutes felt like hours and hours with the noise.

'ALL THE FUCKING NOISE!!'

And with that internal holler, the detector fell clear from the stones it rested in and tumbled down the gaps in the concrete rubble, disappearing into the dark abyss below, clattering in a pile of debris a floor or two down.

I could still hear it's crackling, as it calmed down to a bearable pace. It reminded me of popcorn in a microwave, except it was counting every particle of energy that passed through the concrete, measuring every ray from the metallic fragment that dispersed it's energy in all directions, including my sorry ass.

I listened for Hours, Hours.

I listened as the device crackled, delivering my very death sentence, a chill shooting up and down my spine with every cluster of snapping sounds.

I felt my eyes relax, and tears running down my cheeks.

I remember looking up, seeing the smoldering rock, the fragment of the core, that put off the faint blue shimmer. I could almost feel it stare back, mocking me in it's own language which the detector seemed to spoon-feed to me like a translator.

Its message?

"You're a fucking dead man."

I struggled to wiggle myself free from the clutches of the rebar rivets and concrete rubble that sat on top and below me, trying to escape, with no luck.

The fragment just sat there and continued to cut years from my life, senselessly. without a soul, it knew no empathy. It was just a rock without thought or care for my existence. Just sitting there.

It had no morals, no thoughts and no soul, yet it laughed. It mocked me.

You can't beg forgiveness to a rock. I wept and continued to struggle helplessly, continued to humiliate myself, to plead for my life...

...Or at least a painless end.

Maybe there was a god? Maybe someone heard me. Because my prayers seemed to be answered.

I looked up again and saw something else, a creature, hanging from a hole in the ceiling. It's head reaching down from the hole in the roof by it's long, bony neck all the way down to my level.

It's cracked, rotten skull began rotating, a sickening popping and snapping sound echoed through the entire basement as the creature snapped it's own vertebrae to face me, matching the crackling of the dosimeter buried in the rubble.