The Story of "The Prodigy"
Main Chapters
- Before the Field
- Ranks of Research
- Colossal Coordination
- Efforts Heard
- A Director with Direction
- A Full Departmental Weave
Side Stories
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[LORE COMPILATION] The Story of "The Prodigy"
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Chapter 1: Before the Field
When Osoro Mutekin was growing up, he actually had no background or remote interest in science whatsoever. In fact, his primary interest lied in the art of boxing due to his father's upbringing. As the son of a man who was on the edge of obtaining the Middleweight Championship, Osoro looked up to his father and wanted to train under him. At the age of six years old, Osoro was in the ring, sparring with his father's gymmates every time he could get there after school. Going into his teen years, Osoro was on the edge of gaining his boxing license after dominating the amateur circuit.However, all of these aspirations would fall to the wayside. A tragic accident occurred while his parents were traveling into the depths of a nearby forest. Both of them met a tragic end, leaving Osoro by himself to make end's meet with the sudden absence of anyone in his life. The gym mates pulled together to keep Osoro financially stable, but the young man had lost his drive. His willpower drained from him until he reached the age of 20. High school was over, but there was no sight of college. No matter how much his gym mates enjoyed his company, paying for college was something that they just couldn't do.
There was no world for him.
No justice. No future. No life.
But there was always something lingering in the back of his mind, wasn't there? Why? He never learned about the cause of death. At first, it was simply due to not wanting to hear about their deaths. Yet he was older now. Still no answers. No future. He had to understand, he had to confront. So that's exactly what he did. Traveling into the depths of the very same forest that took his parents from him, the darkness of night did little to illuminate his way. No street lights to guide him, no breathing save for the ambiance of this death forest and his own ragged, fear-filled panting.
A warm breath wafted across the nape of his neck. A vile creature, a wicked demon with the aim to finish him in one jagged slash. A snap of the neck. A slit of the throat. Osoro slowly turned his body around, facing the monster. It was like a wall of pure ebony, darkness given life, a pair of pearl-white orbs staring down at him. There was a mixture of curiosity and raw malice in the creature's gaze, and for a moment, Osoro gave pause.
"What.. are you?" Osoro asked.
The response he received was not human. This rage-filled cacophony of noise that ripped free from the vocal chords of the beast in front of him grinded on his ears like nails on an old chalkboard. Osoro screamed out, clutching at the sides of his head knowing that he was about to die. However, perhaps it wouldn't be all bad.. to meet the same fate as his parents. To fall.
To die.
Gunfire filled the air, the creature reeling back. It didn't seem to feel pain, yet it registered that it was in danger. Osoro knew that he was in danger was well, for if he stayed here, he would be in the crossfire. The boxer bolted out of there with the best footwork he could muster. The monster.. he had confronted it. It wasn't the darkness of the forest that killed his parents, it was that thing. He had to know more. He had to understand how this monster came to be, how to kill it.
Osoro joined college the next year. He became a professional boxer to help raise money for his degree in the only way he knew how. Environmental science was his major, but it was a mere means to an end. The boxer dedicated himself to researching everything about that forest, learning the lay of the land, recording everything about the beast he could possibly observe. However, in the end, the beast disappeared. All at once, as if it had never existed to begin with.
He didn't have much time to be confused, for soon after, Osoro's life had changed. One day, he was in college. The next, he was in the Research Hall, met with fellow Researchers where he would be briefed on their understanding of the situation. The creature he had been observing all this time was an SCP that had finally been brought back into containment. His knowledge that he shared throughout his studies with the college had been removed from the public eye. Any who came into contact with it had no memory. All that was left of his research was that which the Executives and the Director of Research looked upon.
Osoro was given a choice: to continue this level of research he had shown to them through his papers or to abandon his degree, his research and these newfound aspirations alongside losing his memories of everything he had striven to do regarding the SCP. He weighed his decisions, but.. ultimately, there was no real choice, was there?
He was ready to die to that monster that fateful night. If he gave up on this, he'd never know why, how or more about who slayed his parents. He was challenged to do research for this facility in order to understand more, and in the pursuit of that..
Osoro had become a Researcher.
Chapter 2: Ranks of Research
Becoming part of the Research Department was not a difficult process. Due to his prior experience in being a Researcher with his college, writing documentation came naturally to him. What didn't come all too naturally was his exposure to the creatures known as SCPs. He had never seen such otherworldly creatures in his entire life. Various Class D personnel falling victim to horrible research again and again, bodies piling up due to research that felt aimless or unethical. Osoro was sick to his stomach that there was a world like this underneath his very feet.How could he help make this a better world? The facility required this research to better keep the SCPs contained and perhaps even find uses for them beyond simply keeping them imprisoned. Osoro knew what he had to do: he needed to find the balance between the research and the survival rate of his Class D, so he went to studying. The Code of Conduct and the Code of Ethics were his bread and butter, the Bible and the Ten Commandments, his left hand and his right. With these two weapons on his side, he strode forth into the world of the Research Department.
It all started with his research on SCP-173, otherwise known as the Statue. Some of the researchers had taken to talking about this creature as the 'Peanut', and while he saw the resemblance, he knew all about how dangerous this creature could be if it was left to its devices. Osoro had taken to the habit of observing people researching on a creature before doing so himself, and the countless people who died in the creature's containment.. it felt like the risks outweighed the rewards. But with the breaches across the site, perhaps there was something they could do here.
Could SCP-173's essence be weaponized?
Through his research in SCP-173, he discovered that he could actually utilize a makeshift flamethrower utilizing the essence of SCP-173 as the fuel. It was potent, but it was very short-lived, only usable for bursts. It was a research that reached its end as soon as it began, but considering none of his Class D subjects died in the process... that in itself was a victory for him. He was happy that he managed to keep people alive with such dangerous research. This victory made him drunk, as if he could do anything. Little did he know, little did he know.
Osoro mentioned to the acting Director of Research, Ms. Halo @MegaByte , that there were many aspects of the creature that attacked him that he could remember. The more he described it, the more nervous Ms. Halo became. When Osoro questioned it, Ms. Halo explained the fear.
"This sounds a lot like SCP-682, Osoro," she explained.
But he wasn't aware of what this SCP was, what it looked like, how it acted. All he knew was that it was hidden behind a security barrier that required Clearance Level 4. Executive Researcher.
Executive. That was what he needed to strive for to get his answers.
Osoro began to throw himself further into his research in preparation for what would happen next. Making strides in research regarding luck-based correlations and even going further into in-depth analysis of the potency of SCP-035's telepathic abilities, Osoro made waves in his department and soon gained the notoriety he desired. He got the attention of the Director of Research, and soon enough, his efforts were recognized. With a red keycard in hand, it was time to commit to the second phase.
SCP-682 needed to be met.
Chapter 3: Colossal Coordination
But even as an Executive Researcher, that was not quite enough.Meeting with SCP-682 wasn't going to be as easy as he first realized. Osoro had gained a better lay of the land regarding the facility at this point, so he understood how many hoops he had to jump through. Not only did he need to frame this research perfectly, but he needed to have a proper reason for this research beyond 'Why did you kill my parents?'
He needed the coordination of the entire MTF E-11 unit to make sure they all stayed safe. Internal Affairs would need to help keep the Research Department in line and ensure all questions were appropriate. Intelligence would need to make sure the routes were clear and no one was listening in whenever they carried out this operation due to the high level of clearance required to even pull this off.
There was such a massive amount of red tape that it almost seemed like an impossibility to pull this off. But even with the lack of a Director, Osoro was determined to make this happen by any means necessary. Even if he had to make sure his name was known far and wide. So that was where he started: notoriety as an Executive Researcher.
He started off small. After all, he was the newest CL4 member on site. He couldn't just come out and say what he wanted. He couldn't expect the other departments to be absolutely in sync with him. That was why he needed to gain some friends in high places, so he got started within his very own department.
Lectures were where he started. While it took a few weeks to get started with this momentum, eventually he was captivating crowds with the way he spoke and presented information. This gained the attention of "Brazil" @JulesB , the acting Director of Intelligence. With a passion for documentation, Osoro and "Brazil" became fast friends and bonded over documentation every now and again when they were busy with their duties. Intelligence was on board with this operation.
Mire "Locust" Oren @NeoAltra was one of the most dedicated members of the IA Department, doing his very best to make sure that everyone was in line. This was where Osoro got his start in observations regarding Internal Affairs, and through this observation of Agents, Osoro met Dalton Bruno. He was the Director of Internal Affairs, and he was a fantastic leader. Osoro made sure to learn as much as he could about the department from Dalton @DaltonBruno , shadowing him when he wasn't busy with his Executive duties. This formed a friendship with the IA Department, and eventually, Osoro became a known quantity there at all times.
Through this, Research, IA and Intelligence had an unspoken coordination where if there was ever a problem on site that didn't need to be solved with combat, these three would take care of business.
That just left E-11, and truth be told, they were the easiest to get on board with this operation. While they needed to follow orders, it didn't hurt to try and gain their favor. Through coordination with them and making sure researchers stayed in line with any interactions throughout HCZ, they eventually came to respect Osoro as a leader of the department.
Now the stage was set.
It was announced that a two-phase research was going to take place with SCP-682 and that all hands needed to be on deck for this one. Every department was in sync and E-11 was on the escort. It was time to begin work. The first portion of the research was to gather samples to create something known as the Beta Sedative. While Osoro could have easily gone in there the first time to simply beg the creature for answers, that is not how a Research does things. He had to play this carefully.
Countless nights were spent figuring this game plan out, and Osoro thought he had everything planned down to the finest detail. So when the second phase came and everyone was escorted out for the research, well.. things did not go well. He had a list of questions he wanted the Class D to ask and get answers for. After all, if he did these questions himself, there was no telling if he'd be able to get through it without emotions taking the helm. Then the worst thing happened.
The Beta Sedative failed.
Once 682 was injected with the serum, it immediately consumed the Class D trying to sedate it. Osoro's eyes widened at the sight of the gruesome display. The second Class D cried out, screaming and trying to escape. But E-11 couldn't reach the door in time, not in a safe way at least. The second Class D fell, and he had believed he failed to get any answers. But.. then the creature moved to the edge of its containment. It said it would answer my questions because he fed it.
Osoro.. fed it? Fed it human beings? On one hand, Osoro was sick to his stomach on talking to this murderous creature. But at the same time, was it right to let those Class D sacrifice themselves for nothing? No, he had to press on. So he began the interview. Questions were asked and he received raspy, broken answers. While they were satisfying in their own way, it was the fourth question he needed an answer to.
"Why do you hate human beings? Do you hold an inherent grudge or is it something deeper like unworthiness?"
Recited off of a script, just like he practiced countless nights before. He could not show emotion. He wanted to understand why this creature killed his parents. But.. then he received his first answer.
"... snack..."
Osoro was stunned. Was he just seeing human beings as a snack? Was this the extent of what his parents were remembered as in the eyes of their murderer?!
"... I want a snack. Then I answer..."
It choked those words out, and Osoro realized the truth here. The creature was bargaining. It wanted another human to eat, and then it would answer his questions. Osoro was about to scream out of anger. How could this beast be so brazen in such disgusting behavior? Even when he was so close to his goals, he wasn't getting the one answer he needed to reach closure.
Osoro was about to scream that he needed no more answers, but then he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. An E-11 soldier slowly approaching the creature's backside with the Beta Sedative in hand. His breath hitched. One wrong move and this trained soldier could meet the same end as the Class D. The researcher couldn't even part his lips to try and distract 682 before it let out a growl. It knew.
God, it fucking knew.
The beast opened its viscera-lined maw and swung its body in a perfect half-arc, turning around to the E-11. All that could be heard was the screams of agony as the man's arm was bitten off in a single chomp. The E-11 fell on their rear, struggling to crawl away with one arm. Blood poured along the chamber's floor as the soldier made his way to the door.. only for his body to be taken inside of the creature's mouth. The sound of bones cracking filled the air as Osoro stared at the ground, frustrated at his own uselessness. How could he.. how could this happen?
But regardless, the creature came back to the window expectantly. Like a dog that had just received its treat. It seemed keen to answer him, so Osoro tried to calm himself carefully. He spoke the question into existence one last time, his tone shaky due to the trauma he had just undergone.
"Why do you hate human beings? Do you hold an inherent grudge or is it something deeper like unworthiness?"
The creature let out a growl, the slimy blood along its teeth shifting ever so slightly from the exhale of breath.
"... I am simply trying to get something which I do not have.."
He was actually going to receive an answer. Osoro and the E-11 attending hung on every word that the beast spoke into existence.. only for those four words to resound against their ear drums.
"A purpose in life."
...
Five days later...
Osoro was getting himself ready for another lecture, Red Iculous @Red Iculous , tugged him along to the side. He was curious about the research that had just occurred.
"Hey, Osoro. How did the SCP-682 test go?"
The Executive looked upon his fellow research, a tired smile upon his features with bags under his eyes.
"I got everything I needed out of it," Osoro explained before continuing on his path.
The murderer of his family was driven by nothing more than the pure desire to consume and destroy. He got his answers, and now it was time to move onto a new goal.
To make sure no one else makes the mistake of unleashing that creature upon this poor world again.. to make sure no one suffers the trauma he has been deemed to endure every day.
Chapter 4: Efforts Heard
Now that Director of Research "Pynput" had returned, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of Osoro's shoulders. With Halo moving on to Site Administration and the hands of the Foundation shifting seemingly every week, Osoro had his hands full helping out with keeping the Department afloat. To go from being a brand new researcher trying to write documentation to helping to run the place on his own was quite the shift, but he was prepared for it. Little did he know, his efforts were not ignored nor were they falling on deaf ears.Osoro had an ethical mind. His thoughts always went to the Ethics Committee when he pictured a future with the Foundation, so he was striving toward this. Helping to introduce researchers to the Code of Conduct and the Code of Ethics at a constant rate while on-site, he was believing he was getting eyes on him.
But.. he didn't take note of one eye that watched him carefully.
"Brazil" and Osoro were about to go out for another night of drinking and singing, readying up to go for Director Bruno. However, it was then that they were interrupted. Two soldiers armed to the teeth, rifles holstered but at the ready to kill on the spot. In the middle of these two well-trained soldiers was an imposing man. A thick, dark aura that threatened to siphon the air from Osoro's very lungs. He had never seen this man before, yet the way he presented himself, his stance, his posture, the way he glared with his one showing eye.
Presence. Power. Authority.
Osoro had been frozen long enough for restraints to be put around his hands. A blindfold put around his eyes to shroud him from their ending destination. The researcher gave everything he had done to that point thought. Was he miscalculating? Was he too confident? Was he not confident enough? Millions of things surged through his analytic mind in the walk to his new destination, but he just couldn't understand. What was happening? What had he done? What was going to happen?
As the last question struck his mind, the blindfold was removed. That same imposing figure stared at him from a comfortable chair, motioning to the chair across a small table seemingly set up for this exact moment.
"Have a seat," the man commanded.
Osoro moved to the chair slowly, settling himself into the seat. From there, the focus became a conversation between the two of them.
"I was told you had an interest in Site Administration."
"Actually, sir, I--"
"Let me finish."
Osoro quieted down in that moment.
"You have an interest in Site Administration. I can see you have also pushed information toward the Ethics Committee," the man said.
"Yes, sir. I was interested in upholding the Codes to the best of my ability," Osoro explained.
The man took the cigar in his mouth, puffing out a slight wave of smoke before returning the cancer stick between his lips.
"Let me be clear. The Ethics Committee lacks eyes and ears when it comes to your efforts, Mr. Mutekin. However, the Council has heard you loud and clear," the man explained.
A chill ran down Osoro's spine at the sound of these words. Just what had he gotten the attention of? The Council.. yes, the ultimate leadership of the Foundation. The ebb and flow, the deciders, the final stop at the end of the road. He had heard things every now and again, but to actually meet one...
"Why do you feel the need to go through the motions? Why do you not simply.. go for it?"
"I have a respect for my fellow man, sir. To not trample upon their efforts due to my talents, I want to go through this path the traditional way."
A sigh. A puff. A nod.
"If you wish to continue down this.. mundane path, I can't stop you. However, if you continue to provide for the Foundation as you have thus far, it will not matter. Eventually, you and I will meet again."
"Thank you, sir."
"Thank you."
The imposing man snapped his fingers, a trained soldier walking to his side. A whisper was shared between them, only for the soldier to be commanded to escort Osoro out of the area. Now he was able to see exactly where he was escorted.
Floor 3.
He had.. been scouted by the Council.
Chapter 5: A Director with Direction
A few days following the encounter with the Council, Osoro was approached once again. This time, it was by Director "Pynput" and the Site Administration team. Osoro was being requested to take up the mantle of Deputy Director for his efforts in helping the Research Department grow and stay stable in the Director's previous absence. Osoro was happy to take up the role upon approval, ready to take on the new challenge at hand. Once the week had come to an end, he became "Pynput"'s Deputy and began work with the sway of a Director.Now he began his first goal: a full Department Review.
This was something that he had wanted to do for some time, but as a mere Executive, he didn't believe he would have the sway to be able to do so. He wouldn't have any sway with his fellow men to be able to create a review. Now that he was a Director, he began to go forward with his plans. He began on the ground with observing experiments through the facility, giving them scores and learning about the weak points of the experimental process.
Then he went on to do in-depth interviews and record every single answer he was given. Speaking to the Juniors and working his way up to the Executives, he spoke with them with a desire to be able to help them become better Researchers and to improve the health of the department. The results that came of this review were.. less than stellar. The health, according to Osoro's standards, was dipping very low. He didn't like this, but he knew with the Executive team on board, they could do anything.
Once the review was submitted to Site Administration, it made it up to the Council, who believed that it was such an unbiased review of the Department that it could take the place of the review normally done by Site Administration. The efforts did not go unnoticed either, eventually being approached to try and become an assistant to the Council directly. This was the moment that Osoro had been waiting for: a direct in to the highest form of leadership on the Foundation.
He was ready to become more than he already was.
Chapter 6: A Full Departmental Weave
Once his application had been approved, the seeds had already been planted throughout the Foundation. Osoro wasn't just going to be an Assistant; he was going to be one of the most connected individuals in the entirety of the Foundation. Once he became an Assistant, he began the solidification of communication channels all across the Foundation.Starting with Research was easy. Connecting himself back to "Pynput" and the Executives was a breeze when it came to talking things over with them. Now that they had a connection higher up, they'd be able to have an easier time pitching policies to increase the safety of their fellow Researchers.
Internal Affairs came after. Dalton Bruno, the former Director, had created a hub for most of his IA agents to be able to speak freely. Being part of this hub early proved to be fruitful for Osoro, allowing him to easily get opinions and viewpoints from Internal Affairs at any time he wanted. By informing them of his position, they were able to give him all the information he needed to succeed.
Intelligence was the third to speak with Osoro, mostly through "Brazil", the Director, and another ambassador designated "Sparky". While Intelligence didn't have a whole lot of people in terms of leadership, when it came to how critical they were to the Foundation, they were second to none. Osoro and "Brazil" were already fast friends, so being able to assist with problems was just the icing on the cake.
GENSEC was the fourth through a friendship with the Chief of Security, Omar. While Osoro was not the kind of man to have a gun in his hand and a smile on his face, he had watched over plenty of training alongside his fellow Directors. Through this, he had gained a friendship with Omar and even participated a couple times to show the Research Department's chops with a gun.
The entirety of the facility was becoming tightly knit, more so with every passing second, and it felt like Osoro was a lynch pin. A helping hand, a guiding soul that was willing to put everything and more into the solutions that the Foundation would employ.
Now that he was able to work closely with the Council, he ended up running into the same imposing man that dragged him away before.
The Allfather.
However, now it felt like they were closer in footing. Perhaps he was even impressing the Allfather at this point too.
He could only hope those eyes and ears of the Council were still working because Osoro was never the kind of man who settled for second place.
His aim was high.
Side Story #1: Operation Yellow Stain
When it comes to being part of the Site Inspection team, one can often run into rumors. Some of them are harmful while others can be quite humorous. However, hearsay throughout Site 56 pointed to signs of a cult. No, perhaps that wasn't the correct word. 'Congregation' was what they wanted to be referred as. The Prodigy did not care for what their titles were, but rather, he wanted to understand their purpose. With the help of his Internal Security unit, ears were kept low to the ground.Eventually, they had their in and documentation began on the GOI known as 'The Urination Congregation'.
LEADER: 'P Pope'
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 155 lb
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Designation: D-2956
The leader of the organization. Very devout with his words, spoke of the Commandments regarding excrement. An interesting character, nonetheless. He was referred to when it came to primary knowledge of the GOI itself and how they induct their members.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 155 lb
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Designation: D-2956
The leader of the organization. Very devout with his words, spoke of the Commandments regarding excrement. An interesting character, nonetheless. He was referred to when it came to primary knowledge of the GOI itself and how they induct their members.
MEMBER: 'P Priest'
Height: 4'11
Weight: 120 lb
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Majority Caucasian
Designation: D-4532
The speaker of the organization. While P Pope was considered the brains of the operation, P Priest was considered the voice. She spoke to people and attempted to convert them, promising them the ability to escape from P-Purgatory and become one with the P-Plane. A negotiator.
Height: 4'11
Weight: 120 lb
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Majority Caucasian
Designation: D-4532
The speaker of the organization. While P Pope was considered the brains of the operation, P Priest was considered the voice. She spoke to people and attempted to convert them, promising them the ability to escape from P-Purgatory and become one with the P-Plane. A negotiator.
MEMBER: 'P Paladin'
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200 lb
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Designation: D-1298
The muscle of the organization. Slightly more aggressive than the Priest, constantly placated through speaking with them. Not much to say on this particular character. They were not talkative, but merely nodded along with what the Priest and Pope had to say about their organization.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 200 lb
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Designation: D-1298
The muscle of the organization. Slightly more aggressive than the Priest, constantly placated through speaking with them. Not much to say on this particular character. They were not talkative, but merely nodded along with what the Priest and Pope had to say about their organization.
Once we had enough information on their formations and their demands for a place of worship, we began Operation Yellow Stain. Under the guise of a sweep of D-Block ran by Department Chief of Security Man Manson, the IS unit moved in and extracted the three main targets of interest. They were surprisingly compliant with the orders of the unit to come with them, seeing it as an opportunity to spread their good word.
The scene was set and phase one of Operation Yellow Stain was a success. Now it was on to Phase 2: information extraction.
They brought the three people of interest to a new location where we could speak in a more private setting. With five men alongside him, -6 began to speak to the trio.
-6: "I've come to understand that you operation under the guise of the 'Urination Congregation'. Enlighten me: what does this group seek to accomplish?"
P-Pop (P-Pope): "We seek only the everlasting worship of our God."
-6: "And your God is..?"
P-Pre (P-Priest): "A vial of human urine. A heated vial that is carefully taken care and preserved, as it originated from Him."
-6: "I see. May we see God then?"
P-Pre: "Although God exists in us all, our particular vial of God's essence is lost to us."
P-Pop: "Yes. It seems that people are keen on stealing His essence from us. Through our scraps with fellow prisoners, we have unfortunately lost Him yet again."
From here, the IS offered to go get the vial back, referring to it as the Artifact for the sake of information purposes. However, the Congregation denied this offer, opting to believe in the concept that it will return to their possession through His will, not through the intervention of man. Opting to not dig into a situation further, the IS dropped this line of questioning and went further.
P-Pre: "Pope, please enlighten these gentlemen. Reveal to them our Commandments."
P-Pop: "Ah, yes."
A scrap of paper was taken out of the Class D's pocket and he began to recite the words off of it.
P-Pop: "Why is every poo poo time pee pee time, but not every pee pee time is poo poo time?"
It was from this point that -6 realized he was not dealing with the most intelligent GOI. This was an odd group of fetishists that could very well infect the remainder of the subject pool. This would not do for the Research Department, especially with one of the IS units seemingly nodding his head and beginning to agree with the sentiment.
Not wanting to lose anyone important to the whims of this GOI, he made the decision to introduce them to something else.
-6: "How would you all like to be introduced to the largest vat of.. worshippable liquid we have to offer?"
Elation filled their voices and expressions.
P-Pre: "Oh goodness, yes! Please, allow us to worship our God, bless you, sir, bless you!"
While he did enjoy the revered status he had toward the 'charity' he offered them, he knew it would be short lived. The three people of interest were taken to the containment of SCP-682. He already had experience with this creature that had such a burning hatred for humanity. However, to allow this pestilence to spread their ways throughout such a beautiful pool of subjects...
This was a mercy.
The Class D were introduced into the SCP's containment and the lever was pulled. While they worshipped the acid bath in the middle of the containment, it began to drain, only to reveal the monstrosity.
This was where their stories came to an end.
...
Or.. that's where it should have ended.
He didn't know what led to this moment. There were many tests that were had on SCP-682 where he expressed a burning hatred for anything that even resembled a human being. Yet when these three were introduced to the containment, SCP-682 was.. docile. Perhaps even enjoying their company as they worshipped him. He came out of the acid and arrived as their new God.
-6 was disgusted with these antics, the IS looked on in horror as they played with the feral creature. A monstrous situation that should have never, ever occurred.
After ten minutes passed, he knew that this was going to end as a failure. Much like a researcher would, the three targets of interest were escorted out of the containment. From there, they were sprayed with Class F amnestics. While Class A was recommended, these men and women could not be allowed to spread their infectious word to the gullible Class D.
Their identities were erased.
The Urination Congregation was no more, only serving as a page in the book of -6's accolades...
Operation Yellow Stain was a success.
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Side Story #2: McDonald's in the Dark
It all came down to this moment.The Council had given him an ultimatum. Either his life would be forfeit from this point forward.. or he would be made to endure the most grievous of fates: consuming a Big Mac from McDonald's. While most would shudder at such a fate, The Prodigy found himself in the exclusive position of not fearing such a thing. He did not shy away from destiny, no, he *embraced* it. With this in mind, he set forth.
He sat himself down upon the fairly comfortable chair, enjoying the company of fellow Council members and even Ethics Member Mr. Jules. He did not feel embarrassed nor ashamed of what was about to occur. No, he was going to bear this shame for all. Both of his hands closed down on either side of the meaty burger, liquid beginning to seep from the synthetic meat. The juice of the grill, the nectar of McDonald's very essence began to ooze its way onto the plastic tray below.
The Prodigy did not care, for he had big aspirations in this world. This was one step. However, he did not desire a long stint of suffering. No, it was time to end this. One gulp. One moment.
One opportunity to be seized.
The man began to open his mouth, seemingly unhinging his jaw. His gaping maw began to take in the burger, the essence of the patty flowing down his suit and staining it slightly brown. Only then did he finally take in the beautiful burger. In one bite, he *consumed*. He took it in. The burger. The meat. The lettuce. The tomato. Everything.
He would consume *all*.
The Prodigy gave a shudder as a bulge formed in his throat, forcibly stuffing the burger down his willing trachea before finally swallowing it. He was an expert in swallowing.
Finally, it was over. He ate his meal. He paid his dues.
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