The Chaos Insurgency

The Breach

The SCP lay still, his eyes taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Pulling himself into a sitting position, he looked to me.

"Turn off the light," he ordered, trying to shield his eyes from the brightness.

Dr Porter nodded, switching it off. The cool darkness from before returned, a blue glow from unidentified machines being the only source of light. Larry tiredly pushed himself off the steel table, a corrosive stain spreading across its surface. A puzzled expression crossed his face, his silver eyes skirting around the room.

"Is this........a treatment room?" Larry questioned me.

"Y-yes," I swallowed, his confused state worrying me. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Vaguely," Larry answered, his tone thoughtful. "I remember a brief altercation with Dr Fuckface."

"That's right," I nodded. "Do you remember what he did to you?"

The SCP shook his head, sighing with annoyance. Dr Porter stood idly in the corner, watching Larry closely.

"Everything is a blur," Larry explained. "I have little to no recollection. But why?"

"Is it possible that the treatment caused memory loss?" I directed a question to Dr Porter who merely shrugged his patchy shoulders.

"Treatment?" Larry questioned. "What do you......"

His words trailed off as he stood up straight in realisation. His mouth dropped open, exposing his fanged teeth.

"That son of a bitch shot me!" he suddenly exclaimed, his memory obviously returning to him.

"It was a poison dart," Dr Porter spoke up after being quiet all this time. "A weapon designed by The Chaos Insurgency to have you exterminated."

Larry turned to the owner of the voice, having not noticed the doctor before. He uttered a light gasp and took slow steps toward him. Dr Porter stood unwavering, his expression sombre.

"You're...........still alive......" Larry was barely audible.

Dr Porter sighed and nodded his head, "Yes. You are standing in my home."

"They.......told me.......you were dead," Larry still hadn't grasped the concept.

"The SCP Foundation is about as truthful as The Chaos Insurgency," Dr Porter declared. "This information was denied to almost everyone in this cursed place."

"Why lie about it?" I offered a question. "They have no reason to."

"William, I am a rogue doctor," he sighed heavily. "After the breach of SCP 106, execution had almost become a reality for me. I was shown mercy."

"It was my fault......." Larry sounded........regretful?

"You are not to blame, 106," Dr Porter immediately quashed his confession. "One cannot help but to act on instinct especially when facing such harsh treatments."

"We're under the most corrupt organisation on Earth," I remarked.

"It was not always this way," Dr Porter informed me. "The SCP Foundation was once a fine and respectable organisation. It was until Dr Aaron Lancur became the head. He turned the Foundation upside down."

"Dr Lancur?" I breathed in shock. "This is his doing?"

"He was always rotten, William," Larry said, crossing his arms. "The day he entered the head office. Standard protocol was overturned and the Foundation went into meltdown."

"He lowered the security levels a day before The Chaos Insurgency attacked," I recalled. "Could he........."

"Be apart of this?" Dr Porter was bemused. "While a likely theory, I couldn't imagine him having the intellect to fool the Foundation itself and stage an invasion."