[SCP-087- A flight of stairs]
Well, this time it's a Euclid, but it's fairly easy to contain, I mean, all you have to do is shut the door or block the path that leads down the flight of stairs. With the construction company, we can finish this quickly now. It's just a matter of where: if it's in a super secure base or overseas, it's a risk. If that were to happen, how would I even contain it? I can't move overseas with the construction company, and it would be impossible to raid a super secure base.
[Location... Not available]
...What? What do you mean, not available?! Give me the damn location!
[It's not possible for special reasons]
What do you mean by special reasons you... Whatever you are? You are actually a horrible system that just spawns monsters and lets them roam to kill all life. How do you expect me to find SCP-087 if it's literally just a flight of stairs? The silence was deafening.
"I knew I was not wrong in my judgement, you are the shittiest system in all reality." I am so mad right now, but how the hell am I supposed to get my anger out? I can't hit the system because of its sci-fi bullshit, and even if I could, I would definitely get punished. This damn power!
[You have an MTF and they can track good...]
You dare to speak now? You call me dumb, yet you tell me to use the MTF to track the SCP down? I'm not a professional, but I'm pretty sure tracking involves having a lead, which I don't even have a atom of.
[Meanwhile, in a random location of no importance whatsoever]
A janitor was on his way out, and he was heading to the closet, which was out in the open, but no kindergartener would dare venture in, for they feared trouble. When the janitor opened the closet without looking, he stepped in and fell. The poor old man died on impact, and the door was left open, and a face could be seen peering out. The door slowly creaked shut and would stay shut until someone opened it again.
[Time is fake]
Long after the death of the old man, knocking could be heard behind the door; the hallway was illuminated by the moon and flashlights as a group of teens broke in a bit earlier. They were livestreaming to about 100 viewers pretty impressive. They were horror streamers[1] who went out at night and explored places suspected of having horror activity. Today, they were in an elementary school in the kindergarten section.
"Wassup, people were the ghost hunters, and today we are exploring an elementary school that has long had rumors of a janitor closet in the kindergarten section being haunted." He said with a lot of enthusiasm while being quiet to avoid any mishaps. He was accompanied by 2 others, 1 flimsy, nerdy-looking kid, and the other looked like the average "cool" kid from an unknown era.
"I'm accompanied by our bait as always," He points to the flimsy kid, who flinches.
"And as always, my best friend and professional sorcerer, David." He pointed to the dude who was not flimsy. They were a ways away when, out of nowhere, they heard knocking. The bait flinched and started shaking like a wet dog. David and the person holding the phone didn't flinch as much, but they were more curious.
"Did you guys hear that? there might actually be a ghost," he said with greed in his voice. The knocking continues at intervals of 2 mins behind the door labeled janitor. After some time, they decided to send the Bait in with the phone. When they opened the door, a flight of stairs was presented to them. They shoved the kid in there and told him to record, and that they would let him out in 10 mins after he explored. The kid was now alone in the dark, the flashlight barely illuminating his path as he begrudgingly walked down the flight of stairs, more afraid of getting beaten. As he walked, he kept feeling watched, and even after going down many levels, he had yet to reach the bottom. A voice whispered into his ear, and he almost dropped the phone that was livestreaming.
Holy shit, what was that? Why did you suddenly react? a viewer asked
You think he saw a ghost? Another viewer asked
The kid was shaking really badly on the verge of having a spasm. He couldn't move up or down anymore; he was too afraid, and he was barely gripping the phone, keeping the light pointed forward. At this moment, a face appeared, it was pale and translucent with no clear body. When the chat and Bait saw this, they instantly freaked out. The kid turned and ran back, but he tripped and started to fall backwards towards the face. He dropped the phone, but it faced towards him as it was propped up against a step, and it fell. He fell of screen, his body hidden behind a step, the face looked away from the camera before it turned to face the phone and got closer until the stream shut off indefinitely. Instantly, the viewers clipped the moment and put it on social media.
The teens still outside finally decided to go in after waiting for 10 mins the door closing behind them as they descended.
"Yo Alex, you down there?" He got no response, even after calling out many times. He started to get agitated; he knew Alex was down there.
"If you don't respond, I swear I'll beat you harder." He rushed down the stairs after he still got no response, fully ready to start beating the poor, dead kid. After many mins of rushing down the stairs, he was tired, and so was David, who was behind them. He cursed out and questioned the depth of the stairs they had been rushing down for so long, yet they still couldn't see the bottom, nor could they hear Alex. They started to get scared big time, but before they could even continue, they started hearing whispers. Now they were super afraid. They started going back up, albeit slower, since they were tired and it is harder to climb stairs than walk down. They didn't make it far before they encountered the face. It appeared before them as they climbed up. It was stationary for 1 blink before it rushed at them, causing them to panic and push each other accidentally, causing them to injure themselves. Their cortisol levels started to spike as they felt stressed, and the adrenaline started pumping as the fully automated factory it was. They were injured, but the adrenaline let them push past, and they started to climb the stairs on four legs. By this time, they were peeing themselves as they climbed up, leaving a trail which would disappear when they died, just as Alex's body.
They had died in the closet for an unknown reason, either from their injuries or something else. The clip taken from the stream started to go viral, but it was seen as fake until the missing persons index was updated with their faces.
[With Ant]
I have been keeping track of the missing people just in case it was in a public place in which we could intervene before any agency could. I finally got a signal via social media, a clip was spreading of a face that would cause a kid to fall down and go off screen, before the face came closer and shut off the stream. I had finally got a lead, and I summoned the MTF force that would be searching rather than fighting as they would normally. I pulled out the whistle and blew it. A black mist spread out from the whistle and covered the room. I couldn't see anything; it felt like looking at a completely black screen. After a while, everything returned to normal, and within the room, Psi-8 had appeared. They were clad in black with vests on, gas masks with their logo in white, a contrast to their all-black outfit. They had rifles and were decked out with gear I simply could not understand. When they saw me, they stood completely straight, awaiting my orders.
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that's the end of this chapter.
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Things are going to ramp up if some guards could kill officers and agents imagine what A MTF could do?
[1] (P.S I know streaming was not a thing yet, but its marvel full of advancements, so I think we can make an exception, right?)