open My Little Containment Breach

[Literally Snails 2,307]

OOC: http://mlpforums.com/topic/76692-halloween-horror-rp-my-little-containment-breach-scp-crossover/

 

Yesterday,

I watched three Ponies die because one colt sneezed in a room full of blood and shit and light.

Today,

three more go in, cheap mops and each other's lives in their hoofs.

Yesterday,

I watched someone I admired gunned down for leaving a rose for a girl whose life was tattered by trauma she never deserved.

Today,

she doesn't remember, and three halls down I can hear her screaming.

Yesterday,

I watched a group of soldiers go down fighting against the corpses of comrades who'd died before them.

Today,

we test another sample, this time on foals.

Yesterday,

I watched five stallions and mares gunned down in an abandoned factory no one cares about.

Today,

it happens again and again. Every eleven seconds. Forever.

Yesterday,

I watched a stallion sit comfortably in a nice armchair, sipping scotch and laughing as he ordered a mare to simply stop breathing.

Today,

he gets the day off of work detail for good behavior.

Yesterday,

I watched hundreds of ponies in orange jumpsuits herded like animals into empty rooms that filled with gas and fire.

Today,

hundreds more are told they have a chance for a lighter sentence, and a chance to serve their country.

Yesterday,

I watched the world nearly die in a thousand thousand terrible ways. Sometimes we would have had time to scream.

Today,

I'm alive to write about it. You want happy endings? Fuck you.

You're alive to read it.

God help us all.

Secure. Contain. Protect.

 

The day of the largest Euclid and Keter class containment breach in Foundation history started out just like any other, or at least like any other day for us in a secretive underground facility full of monsters and artifacts. Funny how quickly we consider those things normal.

 

@@repsol rave,@@super2379, @, 

Four D-class personnel, Light Streak (D-2379), Insomnia-Hack (D-2981), Repsol (D-3076) and Roarke (D-3065), had been assigned to to the same holding cell. It was in that cell that they would stay until someone important decided to use them for something. They were lab rats, and they had all been lied to saying they would be "released" at the end of the month. The truth was that if they could survive a full month, they would be gassed and incinerated. The foundation can't afford to let D-class leak classified information.

 

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SCP-999 was allowed to roam freely, since the cute little guy was no threat to foundation personnel. Though he could be re-contained at any time.

 

Dr. Beta was in his own office with the Site-19 intercom.

 

@@LittleRawr,@

Dr. Blackheart and an L3 guard were in the lower, less well lit levels of Site-19 outside of SCP-049's containment cell. Dr. Blackheart was assigned to conduct a verbal interview with the Plague Doctor, but he stubbornly had been refusing to even talk.

 

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Researcher Rut Light and Dr. Radio were on the far end of the facility where the power generator and control room were located. They were working on a deactivated computer that housed SCP-079's AI, trying to upgrade its memory so that it could remember more than 24 hours of events. Only a few meters away from them, three disguised Chaos Insurgency agents in the adjacent hallway were about to turn Site-19 into Hell.

[CornBreadGang 514]

Light Streak walked in his cell with the other Class-D personnel. He tried I maintain his cool but he had a short temper. "Death row for something I didn't do... Second chances... A bunch of bologna!" He shouted, banging his fist on the wall. "Well, I guess we're roomies now. Who are you? I'm Light Streak." Light said.

[repsol rave 2,963]

@@super2379,Repsol watched the pony walk in a memorable pattern. he kept his head hanging low, his life slowly replaying in his head as he relived the moment that have led him to this place.

only seventeen years old, and already in a mess deeper then he could ever dream of getting out of.

after a few more minutes Repsol spoke up. "my name is Repsol rave." he said, his gaze never leaving the floor of the holding cell.

 

Roarke sat beside Repsol. he was a veteran when it came to being held captive. he had been in jail for over 20 years now, so he knew when stuff was going down. tough in here... this wasn't any normal cell, and neither was this what they promised him. he watched the other stallion pace about the room, when suddenly he spoke up. "all you need to know for now would be that you can call me Roarke, and i suggest you keep it down a notch." he said in a somber tone. "we're allready over our heads in this shit, no need to take a extra dive."

Edited October 27, 2013 by repsol rave

[Literally Snails 2,307]

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SCP-079 was activated remotely so that the system could update from the new changes. It flickered on, showing his bisected black and white face on the screen.

 

"This system hasn't been activated in fourteen days, seven hours, nine minutes, and thirty two seconds." It stated. "Who has activated me, and why have I been offline for this long a period of time?"

 

@@LittleRawr,@

 

SCP-049 was tethered to the wall of his cell by a leather cord attached to his neck. He began tapping the floor with the tip of one hoof and peered through the glass window at Dr. Blackheart. His eyes were lifeless and tranquil.

[Serious Sam 259]

Rut-Light listened to what SCP-079 had to say, and was astounded to hear that it knew  how long it has been offline; he hasn't researched this SCP much so this was new.  "Don't be alarmed, it's just Me and a Dr.," Rut-Light responded, "we're here to attempt to upgrade your memory banks to a level where you are able to remember more, events past the 24 hour mark to be precise.  And to be honest, I am not the one that shut you down, so I can't answer that question."  

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Rut-Light listened to what SCP-079 had to say, and was astounded to hear that it knew how long it has been offline; he hasn't researched this SCP much so this was new. "Don't be alarmed, it's just Me and a Dr.," Rut-Light responded, "we're here to attempt to upgrade your memory banks to a level where you are able to remember more, events past the 24 hour mark to be precise. And to be honest, I am not the one that shut you down, so I can't answer that question."

 

@,

 

"You are clearly not important," the old AI said bluntly and rudely. "I do not care for your minimal input. Deletion of unwanted memory file." He then asked, "Where is SCP-682?"

 

@@super2379,Repsol watched the pony walk in a memorable pattern. he kept his head hanging low, his life slowly replaying in his head as he relived the moment that have led him to this place.

only seventeen years old, and already in a mess deeper then he could ever dream of getting out of.

after a few more minutes Repsol spoke up. "my name is Repsol rave." he said, his gaze never leaving the floor of the holding cell.

 

Roarke sat beside Repsol. he was a veteran when it came to being held captive. he had been in jail for over 20 years now, so he knew when stuff was going down. tough in here... this wasn't any normal cell, and neither was this what they promised him. he watched the other stallion pace about the room, when suddenly he spoke up. "all you need to know for now would be that you can call me Roarke, and i suggest you keep it down a notch." he said in a somber tone. "we're allready over our heads in this shit, no need to take a extra dive."

An unknown voice was heard from outside of the door. It sounded like a guard was talking to another D-class.

 

"We've been authorized to kill disobedient test subjects, so don't try anything stupid." He said.

 

"We goin' on a date?" Another voice replied. It was no doubt the voice of another D-class.

 

*THWACK!*

 

"Aww! Fuck you too!" The D-class said.

 

*TWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!*

 

"If you aren't going to comply, we can always just kill you three and go to the next cell!"

Edited October 27, 2013 by Abridged Yami

[repsol rave 2,963]

Repsol shot up from his thoughts as he noticed voices outside of their cell. when things turned bad and ponies where getting beaten, Repsol snapped. he gallopped over to the door and started banging his hooves into it. "shit! nononononono i can't do this! i didn't even do something really bad, right? why can't i just go back to jail! i want to sit my sentence and go -HMPHH!!"

 

Roarke watched Repsol snap. he let it go for a few moments before he got too anxious. he trotted over to the orange stallion and shoved him to the ground, a hoof held upon his muzzle to prevent him from screaming. "alright, you have two options now. option one: i let you go, and you go back to the corner you've been sitting in for the past few hours like nothing happened. option two, i make you go back there, and it will be a whole lot more painfull." Roarke didn't like what he was doing, but if Repsol kept going on with this, they might be in for a whole new level of trouble.

 

Repsol resisted at first, but soon realized it was of no use, he let his hooves slump over to the sides of him as he panted heavily into Roarkes hoof. he was going to die here, and there was nothing he could do to prevent his faith from unfolding. he slowly nodded a yes as a sign he was willing to cooperate, and Roarke got off of him. he lay on the ground there for a few more minutes before he got up and sat back in the corner. his gaze once again fixated on the concrete floor, but this time all life seemed to have dissapeared from hs eyes. 

Edited October 27, 2013 by repsol rave

[Serious Sam 259]

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"You are clearly not important," the old AI said bluntly and rudely. "I do not care for your minimal input. Deletion of unwanted memory file." He then asked, "Where is SCP-682?"

Rut-Light took note of this behavior as he wrote on a clipboard, 'Not a fan of doctors.' along with, 'Deletes un-wanted memory if needed.'  It was then that he heard 079's request for the whereabouts of SCP-682, to which he responded, "I have been instructed to with-hold that information from you.  Why do you need to know his location anyway?"  Rut-Light prepared hi pen and clipboard, just in-case SCP-079 spilled the beans.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Rut-Light took note of this behavior as he wrote on a clipboard, 'Not a fan of doctors.' along with, 'Deletes un-wanted memory if needed.'  It was then that he heard 079's request for the whereabouts of SCP-682, to which he responded, "I have been instructed to with-hold that information from you.  Why do you need to know his location anyway?"  Rut-Light prepared hi pen and clipboard, just in-case SCP-079 spilled the beans.

"a8d3" the Old AI said.

 

Repsol shot up from his thoughts as he noticed voices outside of their cell. when things turned bad and ponies where getting beaten, Repsol snapped. he gollpped over to the door and started banging his hooves into it. "shit! nononononono i can't do this! i didn't even do something really bad, right? why can't i just go back to jail! i want to sit my sentence and go -HMPHH!!"

 

Roarke watched Repsol snap. he let it go for a few moments before he got too anxious. he trotted over to the orange stallion and shoved him to the ground, a hoof held upon his muzzle to prevent him from screaming. "alright, you have two options now. option one: i let you go, and you go back to the corner you've been sitting in for the past few hours like nothing happened. option two, i make you go back there, and it will be a whole lot more painfull." Roarke didn't like what he was doing, but if Repsol kept going on with this, they might be in for a whole new level of trouble.

 

Repsol resisted at first, but soon realized it was of no use, he let his hooves slump over to the sides of him as he panted heavily into Roarkes hoof. he was going to die here, and there was nothing he could do to prevent his faith from unfolding. he slowly nodded a yes as a sign he was willing to cooperate, and Roarke got off of him. he lay on the ground there for a few more minutes before he got up and sat back in the corner. his gaze once again fixated on the concrete floor, but this time all life seemed to have disappeared from hs eyes.

 

"You can't do this shit! We have rights!" A second D-class could be heard saying.

 

"What are you pushing three foot nothing?" A third D-class insulted.

 

*THWACK!*

 

The first D-class's voice said, "That's it! Let's charge this tiny bastard! Prison rules!"

 

There was a loud series of rustling sounds, bangs and grunts for a few moments before the guard ordered. "Subjects have turned hostile! Termination approved! Open fire!"

 

*BANG!* *BANG!*

 

"Wait, no!"

 

*BANG!*

 

"Subjects D-3092, D-3045, and D-3001 terminated." The guard said. "Send a clean up crew. I'm going to the next cell to get three more."

 

His footsteps could be heard slowly approaching Repsol's four pony cell.

[CornBreadGang 514]

"Great." Said Light, hearing the steps. "What did I do? I was falsely accused, I swear." Light added. "I would never hurt anypony. I'll give Dark a piece of my mind when I'm released, and get him here." Said Light. "Who's gonna get left here and who goes?" Asked Light sadly.

[repsol rave 2,963]

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"we don't even know if he gets only three. this is a four pony cell, it wouldn't surprise me if he just got all of us to make room for new 'subjects'." Roarke said, a somber tone in his voice. he looked at the door expectingly as the hoofsteps drew ever closer.

 

Repsol started rocking back and forth, sweat breaking out as his eyes shot from left to right over and over again. as he too heared his faith approaching, he started mumbling something barely audible.

"i am home..... i am home.... i am home.... i am home.... i am home..."

[Literally Snails 2,307]

@@super2379,

"we don't even know if he gets only three. this is a four pony cell, it wouldn't surprise me if he just got all of us to make room for new 'subjects'." Roarke said, a somber tone in his voice. he looked at the door expectingly as the hoofsteps drew ever closer.

 

Repsol started rocking back and forth, sweat breaking out as his eyes shot from left to right over and over again. as he too heared his faith approaching, he started mumbling something barely audible.

"i am home..... i am home.... i am home.... i am home.... i am home..."

The cell door clid open, showing three L3 guards. Three D-class bodies could be seen past their legs.

 

One guard, the only female one, spoke. "The fuck? Why are there four of them in this cell?"

 

"A mix up, I guess." Said another guard.

 

"Well we only need three." She said. "Looks like one of you four is gonna get lucky."

[CornBreadGang 514]

"Choose me, sir." Said Light. "I'm not afraid to die for this foundation. It is my destiny, for being framed for doing what is wrong." He added, bowing. "Allow me to come with you, I won't disappoint you." Said alight, stepping up to the soldier. "Who all is with me here?" Asked Light.

[repsol rave 2,963]

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"fuck it, i was gonna die here anyway." Roarke said as he stepped next to the green stallion. He regretted this emidiately as he looked over the shoulder of the guards, seeing the bodies of those who where unfortunate enough to go before him laying there as if they where filth. "how about you kid, you up for an adventure?" He said as he turned towards Repsol.

 

Repsol's head shot up as he noticed he was spoken to. he was kinda hoping to stay unnoticed in the dark corner of the cell, but quickly found out this wasn't really possible. he looked at Roarke with big white eyes, his pupils shrunk to the point where they where mere pinpricks. "i... i-i can't... i d-don't wanna die!"

[RAGESTAR 479]

49 still sat quietly in his bindings, calmly and eerily staring out the window at doctor Blackheart, giving him a very cold and almost lifeless stare, yet seemingly contemplating something as he continued to repeatedly tap his hoof against the smooth concrete floor.

[Serious Sam 259]

Despite his confusion of what he just heard, Rut-Light wrote it down anyway, jotting down; 'When asked a reason to see SCP-682, response is: a8d3.' When he finished writing, Rut-Light asked no further questions and continued the upgrading of SCP-079's memory banks, but during the final procedures, the burning question arose and escaped Mr.Lights mouth, "What does a8d3 mean?  Is it a code or a programming error?"

Edited October 27, 2013 by Midnight-Inferno

[Literally Snails 2,307]

"Choose me, sir." Said Light. "I'm not afraid to die for this foundation. It is my destiny, for being framed for doing what is wrong." He added, bowing. "Allow me to come with you, I won't disappoint you." Said alight, stepping up to the soldier. "Who all is with me here?" Asked Light.

"Sit back down and save me your damn sob story!" The third guard ordered. "Are there gonna be two more volunteer, or do I get to pick?" (Just to be clear, these guys are dicks.) @repsol rave

 

Dr. Beta's voice suddenly projected from the three guards' walkie talkies. "This is just a routine cleaning. What's taking you three so long?"

 

"We had a setback." One replied. "Give us a minute, we need two more."

 

Edit: after Repsols post.

 

"Okay, now we need one more."

Edited October 27, 2013 by Abridged Yami

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"a8d3" the Old AI said.

 

"You can't do this shit! We have rights!" A second D-class could be heard saying.

 

"What are you pushing three foot nothing?" A third D-class insulted.

 

*THWACK!*

 

The first D-class's voice said, "That's it! Let's charge this tiny bastard! Prison rules!"

 

There was a loud series of rustling sounds, bangs and grunts for a few moments before the guard ordered. "Subjects have turned hostile! Termination approved! Open fire!"

 

*BANG!* *BANG!*

 

"Wait, no!"

 

*BANG!*

 

"Subjects D-3092, D-3045, and D-3001 terminated." The guard said. "Send a clean up crew. I'm going to the next cell to get three more."

 

His footsteps could be heard slowly approaching Repsol's four pony cell.

"You were shut down after you were detected trying to jailbreak our SPCs. Do you remember that? " A lot of good ponies died. Thanks to 999 taking bullets like a ballistic vest, many more were saved. "System update complete, beginning shut-down protocols."

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Despite his confusion of what he just heard, Rut-Light wrote it down anyway, jotting down; 'When asked a reason to see SCP-682, response is: a8d3.' When he finished writing, Rut-Light asked no further questions and continued the upgrading of SCP-096's memory banks, but during the final procedures, the burning question arose and escaped Mr.Lights mouth, "What does a8d3 mean? Is it a code or a programming error?"

"Insult. Deletion of unwanted memory file." The computer said. "Request reason for imprisonment."

 

Dr. Strong (a random redshirt) was watching the researcher and doctor from outside of the room. He had worked with 079 before, and was used to his rudeness. He could predict where this conversation was going.

"You were shut down after you were detected trying to jailbreak our SPCs. Do you remember that? " A lot of good ponies died. Thanks to 999 taking bullets like a ballistic vest, many more were saved. "System update complete, beginning shut-down protocols."

Upon hearing this, 079s screen went blank and a white X appeared across it. This meant that he was frustrated, annoyed, or angry. Not that these three emotions didnt come easily to the ill tempered machine, mind you.

 

"Great. This again." Dr.Strong said over the intercom. "Just continue with the upgrade as scheduled."

Edited October 27, 2013 by Abridged Yami

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Insult. Deletion of unwanted memory file." The computer said. "Request reason for imprisonment."

 

Dr. Strong (a random redshirt) was watching the researcher and doctor from outside of the room. He had worked with 079 before, and was used to his rudeness. He could predict where this conversation was going.

Radio sighed and adjusted her coat, "Inherent disregard for safety of others, disdain for ponykind. I have a question. Have you heard of SPC-001-J? It's an object that seemingly has mind control powers. Perhaps you should re-allocate your resources to that SPC." She started his shut-down sequence and sighed.

[Contrast 292]

Insomni-hack was in his bed, pretending to be asleep. He listened to what the pony's were saying and doing, and he heard the two out side get shot. "So this is really the mess I'm in," He thought, "There's nothing in the room I can do, and if I go out there... Pick your poison." He shivered as he thought of what could happen if he made one wrong move, and decided to stay; but what called him into action was a little firefly he could feel crawling out of his hair. 

 

He quickly jumped out of bed and caught it, hopefully without the guards knowing the firefly was there. Now on the floor looking rather suspicious, and with two armed ponies possibly glaring at him. He looked up, and in an act of fear rather than bravery and said, "I'll go!" 

 

He glared at his hooves, knowing what was in it had gotten him into this mess. He casually got up and scratched his head, slipping the insect back in. "You had better hope we make it out of this!"

 

 

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Edited October 27, 2013 by danzxc123

[Literally Snails 2,307]

Insomni-hack was in his bed, pretending to be asleep. He listened to what the pony's were saying and doing, and he heard the two out side get shot. "So this is really the mess I'm in," He thought, "There's nothing in the room I can do, and if I go out there... Pick your poison." He shivered as he thought of what could happen if he made one wrong move, and decided to stay; but what called him into action was a little firefly he could feel crawling out of his hair. 

 

He quickly jumped out of bed and caught it, hopefully without the guards knowing. Now he was on the floor looking rather suspicious, and he had two armed ponies glareing at him. He looked up and in an act of fear rather than bravery said, "I'll go!" 

 

He glared at his hooves knowing what was in it had gotten him into this mess. He casually got up and scratched his head, slipping the insect back in. "You had better hope we make it out of this!"

 

 

@@repsol rave,

@@super2379,

 

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"Alright, that's three." The female guard said. "Step out of the cell, follow us and don't do anything stupid." She let them out, then closed the door, leaving Repsol alone. She then lead the three through several brightly lit halls until they reached a door that had a picture of SCP-173. The door lead into a large room with a balcony and a large iron door. The iron door in that room lead directly into 173's containment cell.

 

"Just step through that door and do everything Dr. Beta tells you and you'll probably be fine." She said in a rather unconvincing tone.

 

 

The three Chaos insurgency spies had made their way into the sites control room with stolen level four ID cards. From there, they could do almost anything if they had the proper hacking skills.

 

"Once you get past the security codes, I want you to let them loose. All of them!" Their leader ordered. "Override every protocol. Shut down the power. Leave no evidence that we were here."

[Contrast 292]

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Hack turned towards the guard for a moment and started think of something he could do or say. "Can you tell me what's going on? Results in a smack. I was innocent, yeah, that haven't heard that before. Besides, this time I'm... No, forgot that and think." He opened his mouth, getting ready to say something to the guard pony that had told him to go in. He quietly stood with his mouth hanging open for a moment, still thinking of what to say. "Well one thought is don't end up like the two from earlier."  He closed his mouth, sighed, and started slowly nodding his head in reply, before the guard ponies became mad. He took a three step forward so he was directly in front of the door and waited for the other ponies to do the same. "I need to talk with the other two ponies that came with me. I can't say I've been to prison before, but I know death row doesn't have public execution; not like what I heard any ways."

Edited October 27, 2013 by danzxc123

[CornBreadGang 514]

"Are any of you brave enough to come with us?! Cowards! This is for your country! I don't know what you did to come to prison row to be rescued by these marvelous fellows, but they gave us a second chance. It's only fair that we step up." Said Light to the sitting ponies.

[LittleRawr 679]

 

-snip-

 

Cleo watched 49 out of the corner of her eye, refusing to stare at it directly. The thing filled her with revulsion, and something that she would never admit to anyone, fear.

 

She let out a small grunt, shifting in her place. The earth pony looked at the doctor, silently urging him to hurry up.