Going Down to SCP (gonna have myself a time) [SCP Foundation] [South Park]

With Many Voices

The boys stood in the elevator, not daring to step out of it. It was extremely dark in the room, they couldn't even see their own noses. The room was alive with sounds and smells. In the distance, heavy footsteps could be heard, along with the sounds of nasally breathing and growls.

Whatever was down there with them sounded hungry. As their eyes adjusted, Stan spotted the glint of a laminated piece of paper on the ground. Curious, he picked it up, and using the dim light of Eric's phone screen, the boys read the document.

SCP-939

Object Class: Keter

SCP-939 are endothermic, pack-based predators. Skins of SCP-939 are highly permeable to moisture and translucent red. Each of their four limbs end in three-fingered claws with a fourth opposable digit. Their heads are elongated, and devoid of vestigial eyes or eye sockets. Though they cannot see, they are sensitive to heat and sounds. SCP-939's primary method of luring prey is the imi-

The rest of the document was ripped and drenched in blood, preventing them from reading the rest.

"Okay, this is some good information. We know relatively what they look like, and we know to be quiet." Stan whispered in the most hushed whisper. The other boys nodded in agreement, and Stan lead the way, carefully tiptoeing out of the elevator.

The room is extremely dark, and the smell of rotting bodies fills the air. Kyle nearly gags from the smell alone. Using only the dim light from Eric's phone, they slowly walk through the dark basement, being careful to avoid the growling and snarling noises.

With the dim light, they catch a glimpse of a red tail turn the corner, and Stan gasps. The other boys look at him with shock, and Eric hurriedly looks for a hiding spot. A voice pierces through the silent darkness.

"Hello? Where are you?" The voice sounds scared, but the boys hide behind two crates. They look at each other's faces, fear on each of their faces. Eric opens up google on his phone so he can type, and he shows his friends what he typed.

is there a gard down here?

They read the message, and Stan grabs the phone from Eric's hand to type a response.

Guard* but I don't fucking know dude, I feel like my heart beat is going to alert those damn things.

Kenny grabs the phone now, typing a message into the browsers search bar.

i could go out to the guard

Another voice pierces the silence, causing the teens to jump.

"Where did you go?"

All teenagers had wide eyes filled with fear as they listened to the heavy footsteps of the creatures and the sounds of their slobbering, growling mouths. The sounds of their footsteps seemingly getting closer and closer to their hiding place.

One of the creatures sounded as if they were right next to the crates they were hiding. Their breaths hitched in their throat, but Kenny was brave. He quietly stood up and peeked over the crate. The other teens looked at the dirty blonde in shook, wondering if he was fucking crazy. Kenny got a good look at the creature. It walked on four legs, and it's structure was a bit similar to a crocodile, but more off the ground. Just like the document says, it has a lack of eyes. Spikes run down it's spine and large red teeth are visible from it's gaping mouth. It's skin is red, looking almost like bare muscle. The voice rang out from the silence again.

"Ah, there you are." Kenny's eyes widened when he realized the voice was coming from the creature. He crouched back down and grabbed Eric's phone, typing away.