𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗. 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗.
Short practice writings and stories and such, I used a random generator for the plot of the story but overall requests for stories are closed. Thanks for coming around.
Officially my f...
Your eyes widened as you were forcefully shoved onto the hard rock ground, then hearing the loud closing and the lock of the door being shut behind you. You rolled over and sat up, rubbing your head where you had hit your temple on the said ground. Sighing quietly, you stood back up and looked around yourself and the forest that isolated you now. There was dark green scenery all around you, lifted by tall oaky brown trees that filled the testing room. You listened carefully, no wind or any tweets of birds above were heard, nothing. It was like a void of colour and gave the illusion of life but seemed purely lifeless, completely still in its own way. You glanced around at the flooring of the testing room, which was filled with crippled and dried leaves, twigs and branches that could snap if you stepped wrong. Small bushes with berries and flowers sprouted here and there, but almost no sense of cover if you needed it to hide. You looked as far as the naked eye could, half of it being blocked by the thick trees beyond and the light mist around the walls. You exhaled, taking a few steps forward while looking down at the leaves that were swept underneath your footing. Like a ghost, you swept through the woods, listening and looking for any living thing.
You knew why you were here, having been a survivor of SCP 939 had caught the higher-up's attention. They found it very unlikely you would have survived and put you through tons of testing to see if you were an SCP yourself, which was proven false at the end of it all. You shuddered, remembering the weeks of recovery you underwent to heal all your wounds and gashes that were caused by the SCP. His own words had haunted you to your very core, and you had wondered and dwelled over the thought you would not be remembered and you had just been sent to your death like the first time before. You knew there was a pack of those things and they could very well replace the first to see if it would do the same thing. Shaking your head, all the murders and in-fighting had put a heavy weight on your shoulders, fearing everything and everyone both inside and out. It was needless to say you had lost all faith in humanity. It was like a light switch, you could almost pity the SCPs sometimes being holed up in such a place with no excitement, no amusement, like a caged animal. Some deserved it, but others didn't. It angered you sometimes, how cruel your own species could be to both you and entities just because we feared the unknown so much, our only way of accepting it is caging it and torture it. You glanced up to the trees above, hoping to see a sky that was meet with very bright ceiling lights. You snorted, they were taking no risks it seemed. Whatever, it didn't matter, you were here and that's all that mattered.
That was until you heard a branch break in the distance, your body spun around, missing a branch itself by an inch. Your heart started strumming hard in your chest, panic crawling up your back and sinking in your gut. Your eyes darted around, trying to spot the SCP amongst the trees and undergrowth. You swallowed, your throat suddenly very dry as your mind screamed to run but you knew better. Don't move, it can't see you if you don't move. You held your breath, hearing the blood roar in your ears. you blinked, washing away any dryness that had occurred in your stare. You could hear a very faint, but a nearby rustle of leaves. You couldn't pinpoint the exact position of the noise which concerned you more then you'd like to admit. Then an idea popped up in your mind, you cleared a path from the leaves and twigs by a few meters as you stood at one end till you heard the rustling stopped. You hesitantly opened your mouth and spoke. "Who's there?" Loud enough for the immediate area to hear as you then carefully rushed your ass over to the other side of the line, it had not even taken more than a few seconds before the rustling emerged from the trees. The deep dark garnet red blended in with the trees, yet it stood out amongst the forest. It stopped at the end of the opposite line and lifted it's head, sniffing the air for a moment. The back spines sticking up from its back and the large clawed paws warned you of all danger. Thankfully, however, it was the same one you had encountered before. The short snout and stocky build were all too familiar as it opened its maws, short and long fangs sticking out like a venus fly trap. "Who's there?" It echoed back, tilting his head every few moments as if to adjust the range he could hear. It was somewhat creepy watching it do so, knowing an expert killer only stood not even a meter away. It turned, barely missing you as it froze in its tracks of leaving. It turned straight at you and you knew you had fucked up.
