Running With the Devil (SCP Fanfic)

Chapter 27: Rainbow in the Dark

It had been a month since SCP-1010's attack on the mountain facility. The robot soldiers wormed their way into the many sections and floors, ambushing soldiers and causing mayhem. They snuck into different wings and freed dangerous anomalies. The Foundation was in utter disarray, but eventually, the robots had fallen, and the fighter jets and tanks that had occupied the field around the mountain had been destroyed, leaving firey scars on the land.

The Foundation had issued a world ending event when SCP-1010 had gotten a picture of SCP-096. If she had broadcasted it to the world, it would have caused the death of billions. But they never would have expected her to storm the facility where she was previously contained. Her files documented her as cunning and intelligent, but also took into account that she would often have bouts of insanity. The entire Foundation went on high alert when she attacked, every site locked down and ceased operations and were ready for any attack. It was clear when she attacked, it was with some help. It was expected of her to use robots in any sort of encounter with her, but new style tanks and fighter jets, along with highly advanced military grade robots, was too much. The Foundation already had an answer to that question. Nothing evaded them. Who had helped her would be discussed with Hammer, who was still alive.

Hammer laid on a hospital bed in the medical bay. The floor he was on currently was luckily left untouched by the attack as their wasn't any containment cells or severs of any kind, it was simply a place that housed soldiers, guards, staff and the commodities they needed to live, such as a medical bay. So, he laid their thinking about what had happened as he had been for a while, trying to get the events straight as they had happened too fast for him to really capture them. No one had debriefed him, they let him rest and recover, they were too busy anyway.

"What had happened?" He thought, "The Commander, Rook, and I ran until we found the SCPs in an office room. I was shot from behind. The Commander was right next to me, Rook was behind me. Rook shot me..."

"Damn SCP."

He grunted as he tried to sit up. The place where he was shot was still a little painful even through the morphine he was given. He managed to push himself up in a more comfortable position when the soft clacking of shoes approached the curtain of his so-called "room".

The curtain ran across the track from above and revealed a man in a black business suit.

The medical bay was a sterile white. The bed he laid in, the walls, the floors, the clothes, and the bright lights were all a bleeding white. It was quite ethereal, almost like if you were lost in a blizzard but suddenly you found a door and entered it and shut it behind you, distancing yourself from the storm. That's where he found himself.

When he saw the black suit of the man, it reminded him where he truly was. There are two sides of the SCP Foundation, the white clean one and the dirty black one. The white clean one where he was now was populated by scientists in white lab coats that sit at desks and marble flooring where paperwork was done. This place made him uncomfortable, but oddly enough, the man in the suit made him a little more comfortable and easy. He was the other side of the Foundation, it's underbelly, the black dirty one where the walls were unwashed concrete where the containment cells of anomalies were kept. He found comfort in the dingy concrete walls of the containment sector. That's where he thrives and where he believed most of the work was done.

What most likely made him uncomfortable was the fact that these two sides didn't really mix well, and he was on the other side. Even within the many files kept by the Foundation, the redacted typed letters were boldly separated from the white paper they resided on. And when the two sides meet each other, it usually was when there was a containment breach, so of course he would feel like a fish out of water. If he was here, then something was usually wrong.