u/societalL4

Looking for any positions, trying to get as many people as possible; preferably have discord
Central America, console players
Club: Al Qabilia

Central America target build lvl 90 and target+ striker 8.6 average match rating

December 3rd, 2013
The high-pitched ringing of the titanium cell echoed throughout the room as the metal bent outward.
Bang.
The wall bulged farther.
Bang.
The alarms blared violently, drowning the room in flashing red light and panic. A Class-D prisoner backed himself into the corner while several researchers ducked behind desks and equipment. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved.
The banging suddenly stopped.
Silence filled the chamber for only a moment before one final deafening impact shook the room. A pale humanoid hand burst through the titanium wall. Its unnaturally long fingers twitched as they slowly wrapped around the torn metal.
October 13th, 2013
Slavik walked through the corridors of his new job, passing rows of ominous rooms sealed behind thick metal doors. He glanced through the narrow reinforced windows as he passed. At first, he assumed the place was some kind of prison.
But prisons had yelling. Threats. Anger.
This place only had whimpering and sobbing.
Sector 4 was the one place nobody wanted to work. A containment facility hidden far beneath the public eye, built to house anomalies taken off the streets to “protect humanity.”
At least, that was what the orientation papers claimed.
Slavik ignored the desperate voices calling to him from the cells and continued toward the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of a massive metal-plated door.
Hydraulics hissed.
The door groaned open with a heavy clunk.
Beyond it stretched a spotless white hallway that led to a small office. A paper taped beside the door read:
PLEASE RING BELL AND WAIT
A comically large arrow pointed downward toward a silver bell.
Slavik pressed it.
The ding echoed sharply through the silent hallway.
After a few minutes of waiting, he sat down in a nearby chair. Exhaustion slowly pulled at his eyes until he drifted asleep.
A finger tapping his shoulder jolted him awake.
“Hey, man. You probably shouldn’t be sleeping on your first day.”
Slavik looked up to see a tired-looking man standing over him.
“I’ll be showing you around today. Name’s Sergil.”
“Slavik,” he replied quickly, standing up and shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
The two began walking through the halls together, casually talking as they passed rows of containment cells.
Suddenly, Sergil stopped walking.
“Alright, enough small talk,” he said. “I’m guessing you’ve figured out these rooms are cells by now.”
Slavik frowned. “I thought this place was some kind of animal containment facility.”
“Oh, it is,” Sergil replied calmly. “You’ll understand the rest later.”
The answer did little to reassure him.
They continued deeper into the facility until they reached another heavy security door. Sergil patted his pockets before pulling out a bright yellow keycard with a large number 1 printed across the top.
“What’s that for?” Slavik asked.
“This?” Sergil held it up. “Basic clearance card. Everybody gets one.”
The door unlocked with a loud beep.
As they walked farther down the corridor, Slavik suddenly felt something cold and slimy brush against his leg. He jumped backward in alarm.
Sergil laughed quietly.
“Relax. He’s friendly.”
Slavik stared at the orange blob wobbling happily beside them.
“What even is that thing? It looks like a melted pumpkin.”
“That,” Sergil said, crouching slightly to pat it, “is SCP-999. One of the only anomalies here people actually enjoy being around.”
SCP-999
The creature chirped happily.
“He’s allowed to roam the facility during the day as long as he returns to containment by night. Just don’t feed him too much sugar.”
Slavik watched the slime-like creature bounce away before turning back to Sergil.
“If this place contains monsters… why are there prisoners here?”
Sergil looked directly at him.
“For testing.”
The word lingered in Slavik’s mind as they continued walking in silence.
Eventually, they returned to the cell block.
“Go ahead,” Sergil said. “Pick one.”
Slavik hesitated before pointing toward a terrified man gripping the bars of his cell.
“That one.”
The prisoner immediately began pleading as Sergil unlocked the door using an orange Level 3 keycard. He grabbed the man by the arm and dragged him into the hallway.
The prisoner cried and begged the entire way.
Slavik tried not to listen.
After passing through multiple checkpoints, they arrived at an enormous reinforced door labeled:
SCP-939
Sergil pulled a sleek black keycard from his pocket. A white number 5 was printed at the top.
The scanner beeped.
Massive gears groaned somewhere inside the walls as the doors slowly slid apart.
“We haven’t tested this thing in a while,” Sergil muttered. “And before you ask, no, we don’t know if it’s male or female.”
Inside the chamber stood a thick wall of reinforced glass overlooking a large containment pen. A metal cage hung suspended from the ceiling.
Sergil shoved the prisoner inside.
The man collapsed into the corner, sobbing.
Sergil pressed a black button on a nearby control panel.
With a loud mechanical hum, the cage began to rise.
At first, only massive red legs became visible beneath it.
Then the entire creature emerged.
It resembled a gigantic skinless reptile balanced on elongated limbs. Jagged spines protruded from its back, while strange holes lined its head where eyes should have been. Rows of sharp red teeth extended from its mouth at unnatural angles.
Sergil handed Slavik a sheet of paper.
SAFE — Reliably contained with standard procedures.
EUCLID — Unpredictable and requires additional containment efforts.
KETER — Extremely dangerous and difficult to contain.
THAUMIEL — Used by the Foundation to contain other SCPs.
EXPLAINED — No longer considered anomalous.
APOLLYON — Catastrophic and impossible to stop.
ARCHON — Impossible to contain, but intentionally left uncontained.
“This one’s Keter,” Sergil said quietly.
The creature slowly turned toward the prisoner.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then it charged.
The prisoner screamed as SCP-939 slammed into him with enough force to crack the concrete beneath his body. Its claws pinned him to the floor while a wet tearing sound echoed through the chamber. The anomaly dragged its claws downward across his torso, ripping through flesh and clothing as blood splashed across the floor and stained the creature’s red limbs.
The prisoner kicked wildly beneath it, shrieking in panic.
SCP-939 lowered its massive head and clamped its jaws around the man’s shoulder and neck. Jagged red teeth pierced deep into him with a horrible crunch. When the creature jerked backward, strips of flesh tore free alongside fragments of bone.
The man’s screams became uneven and gargled.
Slavik stood frozen.
The creature released him for only a second before driving its claws into the prisoner’s stomach. Blood poured onto the concrete as SCP-939 slowly pulled the wound farther open. Organs slipped from the opening while the man weakly twitched beneath it.
Sergil watched emotionlessly from beside the control panel.
SCP-939 suddenly bit down again. A loud snap echoed through the observation room as the creature tore the prisoner’s arm free from his body. Blood sprayed across the reinforced glass in thick streaks, causing Slavik to stumble backward in horror.
The prisoner’s movements slowed.
But the anomaly continued feeding.
It ripped into the corpse with frantic jerking movements, tearing through muscle and crushing bone between its teeth. Wet crunching noises echoed throughout the chamber while pieces of torn clothing and shattered bone scattered across the floor.
Eventually, SCP-939 lifted what remained of the body in its jaws and violently shook it before dropping the mangled remains onto the concrete.
Silence returned to the chamber except for the wet sound of feeding.
Slavik stared through the bloodstained glass, his face pale with shock. What remained on the floor barely resembled a human body anymore.
Beside him, Sergil barely reacted.
“Don’t worry,” he said flatly. “They’re death row inmates.”
Something about the way he said it disturbed Slavik more than the creature itself.
October 14th, 2013
Slavik drove into the parking lot with a knot in his stomach.
The facility already felt different now.
Colder.
Quieter.
As he walked through the corridors, he noticed long scratches carved into one of the concrete walls that definitely had not been there yesterday. Several researchers hurried past him without speaking. One of them looked genuinely terrified.
Farther down the hall, a maintenance worker was scrubbing something dark red from the floor near a sealed security door.
Slavik tried not to stare.
He eventually reached the office once again and rang the bell.
The sharp ding made him flinch this time.
A moment later, the office door slowly creaked open.
Sergil sat behind the desk silently staring at him for several long seconds before pressing a button beside his monitor.
Somewhere nearby, a loud metallic click echoed through the hallway as a glass security door unlocked.
The glass door slid open with a quiet mechanical hiss and Sergil didn’t move for a moment as he looked at Slavik like he was trying to decide something before finally saying, “You didn’t leave.” Slavik frowned and replied, “Where would I go?” and Sergil let out a short humorless breath before gesturing toward the hallway and saying, “Sit.”
Slavik hesitated but sat across from him while the office stayed quiet in a way that felt heavier than usual, like even the facility itself was holding its breath. Sergil tapped a pen once against the desk, then again, then stopped and said, “You’re thinking about yesterday,” and when Slavik didn’t answer he continued, “That’s normal. First time always sticks.”
Slavik finally said, “That wasn’t normal,” and Sergil’s eyes flicked up briefly as he replied, “No.” That single word hung in the air longer than it should have while a faint vibration passed through the floor and one of the ceiling lights flickered before steadying again. Sergil noticed it but didn’t comment, instead standing and walking to a metal cabinet in the corner, opening it, checking something inside, then closing it again.
“Today should’ve been routine checks,” he said as he turned back, “cell inspections, inventory, nothing interesting,” and Slavik asked, “Should’ve?” to which Sergil paused just a fraction too long before shrugging and saying, “Facilities like this don’t always follow schedules.” He tossed a thin ID badge onto the desk and added, “Wear that. If someone challenges you, don’t argue, just show it and keep walking.”
Slavik picked it up and noticed the clearance number was higher than the one Sergil had used before and asked, “Why does everyone have different clearance levels?” Sergil glanced at him and said, “Because not everyone is allowed to know the same things.” It wasn’t really an answer, but it felt like the only one he was going to get.
They left the office together and the corridor outside looked the same as before with white walls, heavy doors, and reinforced windows into dim containment rooms, but it felt quieter than usual, not empty, just restrained. As they walked Slavik started noticing details he had missed before like a scratch near a doorframe, a slightly tilted camera, and a faint stain that had been cleaned but not fully removed.
They passed a cell where a person sat completely still facing the wall and Slavik asked quietly, “What’s wrong with them?” and Sergil replied without looking inside, “Depends on the day.”
A few minutes later they passed SCP-999’s corridor and Slavik could hear soft movement and faint bouncing sounds behind the door while Sergil paused briefly and said, “Don’t linger here too long,” then after a moment added, “Because you’ll forget what the rest of this place is,” before continuing down the hall.
As they went deeper the facility began to feel more tense as doors stayed shut tighter than before, staff moved faster with their eyes down, and at one intersection Slavik saw a group of researchers silently staring at a cracked wall monitor while one of them stepped in front of it when Slavik walked past. Sergil noticed but said nothing.
Eventually they stopped at a checkpoint door and Sergil scanned his card, and before they entered he looked at Slavik and said, “You’re going to see a lot of things here. Most of them you won’t understand at first,” and when Slavik nodded he added, “Just remember, if something looks wrong, don’t try to make sense of it immediately. Just survive it.”
The door unlocked with a soft beep and opened

December 3rd, 2013
The high-pitched ringing of the titanium cell echoed throughout the room as the metal bent outward.
Bang.
The wall bulged farther.
Bang.
The alarms blared violently, drowning the room in flashing red light and panic. A Class-D prisoner backed himself into the corner while several researchers ducked behind desks and equipment. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved.
The banging suddenly stopped.
Silence filled the chamber for only a moment before one final deafening impact shook the room. A pale humanoid hand burst through the titanium wall. Its unnaturally long fingers twitched as they slowly wrapped around the torn metal.
October 13th, 2013
Slavik walked through the corridors of his new job, passing rows of ominous rooms sealed behind thick metal doors. He glanced through the narrow reinforced windows as he passed. At first, he assumed the place was some kind of prison.
But prisons had yelling. Threats. Anger.
This place only had whimpering and sobbing.
Sector 4 was the one place nobody wanted to work. A containment facility hidden far beneath the public eye, built to house anomalies taken off the streets to “protect humanity.”
At least, that was what the orientation papers claimed.
Slavik ignored the desperate voices calling to him from the cells and continued toward the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of a massive metal-plated door.
Hydraulics hissed.
The door groaned open with a heavy clunk.
Beyond it stretched a spotless white hallway that led to a small office. A paper taped beside the door read:
PLEASE RING BELL AND WAIT
A comically large arrow pointed downward toward a silver bell.
Slavik pressed it.
The ding echoed sharply through the silent hallway.
After a few minutes of waiting, he sat down in a nearby chair. Exhaustion slowly pulled at his eyes until he drifted asleep.
A finger tapping his shoulder jolted him awake.
“Hey, man. You probably shouldn’t be sleeping on your first day.”
Slavik looked up to see a tired-looking man standing over him.
“I’ll be showing you around today. Name’s Sergil.”
“Slavik,” he replied quickly, standing up and shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
The two began walking through the halls together, casually talking as they passed rows of containment cells.
Suddenly, Sergil stopped walking.
“Alright, enough small talk,” he said. “I’m guessing you’ve figured out these rooms are cells by now.”
Slavik frowned. “I thought this place was some kind of animal containment facility.”
“Oh, it is,” Sergil replied calmly. “You’ll understand the rest later.”
The answer did little to reassure him.
They continued deeper into the facility until they reached another heavy security door. Sergil patted his pockets before pulling out a bright yellow keycard with a large number 1 printed across the top.
“What’s that for?” Slavik asked.
“This?” Sergil held it up. “Basic clearance card. Everybody gets one.”
The door unlocked with a loud beep.
As they walked farther down the corridor, Slavik suddenly felt something cold and slimy brush against his leg. He jumped backward in alarm.
Sergil laughed quietly.
“Relax. He’s friendly.”
Slavik stared at the orange blob wobbling happily beside them.
“What even is that thing? It looks like a melted pumpkin.”
“That,” Sergil said, crouching slightly to pat it, “is SCP-999. One of the only anomalies here people actually enjoy being around.”
SCP-999
The creature chirped happily.
“He’s allowed to roam the facility during the day as long as he returns to containment by night. Just don’t feed him too much sugar.”
Slavik watched the slime-like creature bounce away before turning back to Sergil.
“If this place contains monsters… why are there prisoners here?”
Sergil looked directly at him.
“For testing.”
The word lingered in Slavik’s mind as they continued walking in silence.
Eventually, they returned to the cell block.
“Go ahead,” Sergil said. “Pick one.”
Slavik hesitated before pointing toward a terrified man gripping the bars of his cell.
“That one.”
The prisoner immediately began pleading as Sergil unlocked the door using an orange Level 3 keycard. He grabbed the man by the arm and dragged him into the hallway.
The prisoner cried and begged the entire way.
Slavik tried not to listen.
After passing through multiple checkpoints, they arrived at an enormous reinforced door labeled:
SCP-939
Sergil pulled a sleek black keycard from his pocket. A white number 5 was printed at the top.
The scanner beeped.
Massive gears groaned somewhere inside the walls as the doors slowly slid apart.
“We haven’t tested this thing in a while,” Sergil muttered. “And before you ask, no, we don’t know if it’s male or female.”
Inside the chamber stood a thick wall of reinforced glass overlooking a large containment pen. A metal cage hung suspended from the ceiling.
Sergil shoved the prisoner inside.
The man collapsed into the corner, sobbing.
Sergil pressed a black button on a nearby control panel.
With a loud mechanical hum, the cage began to rise.
At first, only massive red legs became visible beneath it.
Then the entire creature emerged.
It resembled a gigantic skinless reptile balanced on elongated limbs. Jagged spines protruded from its back, while strange holes lined its head where eyes should have been. Rows of sharp red teeth extended from its mouth at unnatural angles.
Sergil handed Slavik a sheet of paper.
SAFE — Reliably contained with standard procedures.
EUCLID — Unpredictable and requires additional containment efforts.
KETER — Extremely dangerous and difficult to contain.
THAUMIEL — Used by the Foundation to contain other SCPs.
EXPLAINED — No longer considered anomalous.
APOLLYON — Catastrophic and impossible to stop.
ARCHON — Impossible to contain, but intentionally left uncontained.
“This one’s Keter,” Sergil said quietly.
The creature slowly turned toward the prisoner.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then it charged.
The prisoner screamed as SCP-939 slammed into him with enough force to crack the concrete beneath his body. Its claws pinned him to the floor while a wet tearing sound echoed through the chamber. The anomaly dragged its claws downward across his torso, ripping through flesh and clothing as blood splashed across the floor and stained the creature’s red limbs.
The prisoner kicked wildly beneath it, shrieking in panic.
SCP-939 lowered its massive head and clamped its jaws around the man’s shoulder and neck. Jagged red teeth pierced deep into him with a horrible crunch. When the creature jerked backward, strips of flesh tore free alongside fragments of bone.
The man’s screams became uneven and gargled.
Slavik stood frozen.
The creature released him for only a second before driving its claws into the prisoner’s stomach. Blood poured onto the concrete as SCP-939 slowly pulled the wound farther open. Organs slipped from the opening while the man weakly twitched beneath it.
Sergil watched emotionlessly from beside the control panel.
SCP-939 suddenly bit down again. A loud snap echoed through the observation room as the creature tore the prisoner’s arm free from his body. Blood sprayed across the reinforced glass in thick streaks, causing Slavik to stumble backward in horror.
The prisoner’s movements slowed.
But the anomaly continued feeding.
It ripped into the corpse with frantic jerking movements, tearing through muscle and crushing bone between its teeth. Wet crunching noises echoed throughout the chamber while pieces of torn clothing and shattered bone scattered across the floor.
Eventually, SCP-939 lifted what remained of the body in its jaws and violently shook it before dropping the mangled remains onto the concrete.
Silence returned to the chamber except for the wet sound of feeding.
Slavik stared through the bloodstained glass, his face pale with shock. What remained on the floor barely resembled a human body anymore.
Beside him, Sergil barely reacted.
“Don’t worry,” he said flatly. “They’re death row inmates.”
Something about the way he said it disturbed Slavik more than the creature itself.
October 14th, 2013
Slavik drove into the parking lot with a knot in his stomach.
The facility already felt different now.
Colder.
Quieter.
As he walked through the corridors, he noticed long scratches carved into one of the concrete walls that definitely had not been there yesterday. Several researchers hurried past him without speaking. One of them looked genuinely terrified.
Farther down the hall, a maintenance worker was scrubbing something dark red from the floor near a sealed security door.
Slavik tried not to stare.
He eventually reached the office once again and rang the bell.
The sharp ding made him flinch this time.
A moment later, the office door slowly creaked open.
Sergil sat behind the desk silently staring at him for several long seconds before pressing a button beside his monitor.
Somewhere nearby, a loud metallic click echoed through the hallway as a glass security door unlocked.
The glass door slid open with a quiet mechanical hiss and Sergil didn’t move for a moment as he looked at Slavik like he was trying to decide something before finally saying, “You didn’t leave.” Slavik frowned and replied, “Where would I go?” and Sergil let out a short humorless breath before gesturing toward the hallway and saying, “Sit.”
Slavik hesitated but sat across from him while the office stayed quiet in a way that felt heavier than usual, like even the facility itself was holding its breath. Sergil tapped a pen once against the desk, then again, then stopped and said, “You’re thinking about yesterday,” and when Slavik didn’t answer he continued, “That’s normal. First time always sticks.”
Slavik finally said, “That wasn’t normal,” and Sergil’s eyes flicked up briefly as he replied, “No.” That single word hung in the air longer than it should have while a faint vibration passed through the floor and one of the ceiling lights flickered before steadying again. Sergil noticed it but didn’t comment, instead standing and walking to a metal cabinet in the corner, opening it, checking something inside, then closing it again.
“Today should’ve been routine checks,” he said as he turned back, “cell inspections, inventory, nothing interesting,” and Slavik asked, “Should’ve?” to which Sergil paused just a fraction too long before shrugging and saying, “Facilities like this don’t always follow schedules.” He tossed a thin ID badge onto the desk and added, “Wear that. If someone challenges you, don’t argue, just show it and keep walking.”
Slavik picked it up and noticed the clearance number was higher than the one Sergil had used before and asked, “Why does everyone have different clearance levels?” Sergil glanced at him and said, “Because not everyone is allowed to know the same things.” It wasn’t really an answer, but it felt like the only one he was going to get.
They left the office together and the corridor outside looked the same as before with white walls, heavy doors, and reinforced windows into dim containment rooms, but it felt quieter than usual, not empty, just restrained. As they walked Slavik started noticing details he had missed before like a scratch near a doorframe, a slightly tilted camera, and a faint stain that had been cleaned but not fully removed.
They passed a cell where a person sat completely still facing the wall and Slavik asked quietly, “What’s wrong with them?” and Sergil replied without looking inside, “Depends on the day.”
A few minutes later they passed SCP-999’s corridor and Slavik could hear soft movement and faint bouncing sounds behind the door while Sergil paused briefly and said, “Don’t linger here too long,” then after a moment added, “Because you’ll forget what the rest of this place is,” before continuing down the hall.
As they went deeper the facility began to feel more tense as doors stayed shut tighter than before, staff moved faster with their eyes down, and at one intersection Slavik saw a group of researchers silently staring at a cracked wall monitor while one of them stepped in front of it when Slavik walked past. Sergil noticed but said nothing.
Eventually they stopped at a checkpoint door and Sergil scanned his card, and before they entered he looked at Slavik and said, “You’re going to see a lot of things here. Most of them you won’t understand at first,” and when Slavik nodded he added, “Just remember, if something looks wrong, don’t try to make sense of it immediately. Just survive it.”
The door unlocked with a soft beep and opened

December 3rd, 2013
The high-pitched ringing of the titanium cell echoed throughout the room as the metal bent outward.
Bang.
The wall bulged farther.
Bang.
The alarms blared violently, drowning the room in flashing red light and panic. A Class-D prisoner backed himself into the corner while several researchers ducked behind desks and equipment. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved.
The banging suddenly stopped.
Silence filled the chamber for only a moment before one final deafening impact shook the room. A pale humanoid hand burst through the titanium wall. Its unnaturally long fingers twitched as they slowly wrapped around the torn metal.
October 13th, 2013
Slavik walked through the corridors of his new job, passing rows of ominous rooms sealed behind thick metal doors. He glanced through the narrow reinforced windows as he passed. At first, he assumed the place was some kind of prison.
But prisons had yelling. Threats. Anger.
This place only had whimpering and sobbing.
Sector 4 was the one place nobody wanted to work. A containment facility hidden far beneath the public eye, built to house anomalies taken off the streets to “protect humanity.”
At least, that was what the orientation papers claimed.
Slavik ignored the desperate voices calling to him from the cells and continued toward the end of the corridor. He stopped in front of a massive metal-plated door.
Hydraulics hissed.
The door groaned open with a heavy clunk.
Beyond it stretched a spotless white hallway that led to a small office. A paper taped beside the door read:
PLEASE RING BELL AND WAIT
A comically large arrow pointed downward toward a silver bell.
Slavik pressed it.
The ding echoed sharply through the silent hallway.
After a few minutes of waiting, he sat down in a nearby chair. Exhaustion slowly pulled at his eyes until he drifted asleep.
A finger tapping his shoulder jolted him awake.
“Hey, man. You probably shouldn’t be sleeping on your first day.”
Slavik looked up to see a tired-looking man standing over him.
“I’ll be showing you around today. Name’s Sergil.”
“Slavik,” he replied quickly, standing up and shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
The two began walking through the halls together, casually talking as they passed rows of containment cells.
Suddenly, Sergil stopped walking.
“Alright, enough small talk,” he said. “I’m guessing you’ve figured out these rooms are cells by now.”
Slavik frowned. “I thought this place was some kind of animal containment facility.”
“Oh, it is,” Sergil replied calmly. “You’ll understand the rest later.”
The answer did little to reassure him.
They continued deeper into the facility until they reached another heavy security door. Sergil patted his pockets before pulling out a bright yellow keycard with a large number 1 printed across the top.
“What’s that for?” Slavik asked.
“This?” Sergil held it up. “Basic clearance card. Everybody gets one.”
The door unlocked with a loud beep.
As they walked farther down the corridor, Slavik suddenly felt something cold and slimy brush against his leg. He jumped backward in alarm.
Sergil laughed quietly.
“Relax. He’s friendly.”
Slavik stared at the orange blob wobbling happily beside them.
“What even is that thing? It looks like a melted pumpkin.”
“That,” Sergil said, crouching slightly to pat it, “is SCP-999. One of the only anomalies here people actually enjoy being around.”
SCP-999
The creature chirped happily.
“He’s allowed to roam the facility during the day as long as he returns to containment by night. Just don’t feed him too much sugar.”
Slavik watched the slime-like creature bounce away before turning back to Sergil.
“If this place contains monsters… why are there prisoners here?”
Sergil looked directly at him.
“For testing.”
The word lingered in Slavik’s mind as they continued walking in silence.
Eventually, they returned to the cell block.
“Go ahead,” Sergil said. “Pick one.”
Slavik hesitated before pointing toward a terrified man gripping the bars of his cell.
“That one.”
The prisoner immediately began pleading as Sergil unlocked the door using an orange Level 3 keycard. He grabbed the man by the arm and dragged him into the hallway.
The prisoner cried and begged the entire way.
Slavik tried not to listen.
After passing through multiple checkpoints, they arrived at an enormous reinforced door labeled:
SCP-939
Sergil pulled a sleek black keycard from his pocket. A white number 5 was printed at the top.
The scanner beeped.
Massive gears groaned somewhere inside the walls as the doors slowly slid apart.
“We haven’t tested this thing in a while,” Sergil muttered. “And before you ask, no, we don’t know if it’s male or female.”
Inside the chamber stood a thick wall of reinforced glass overlooking a large containment pen. A metal cage hung suspended from the ceiling.
Sergil shoved the prisoner inside.
The man collapsed into the corner, sobbing.
Sergil pressed a black button on a nearby control panel.
With a loud mechanical hum, the cage began to rise.
At first, only massive red legs became visible beneath it.
Then the entire creature emerged.
It resembled a gigantic skinless reptile balanced on elongated limbs. Jagged spines protruded from its back, while strange holes lined its head where eyes should have been. Rows of sharp red teeth extended from its mouth at unnatural angles.
Sergil handed Slavik a sheet of paper.
SAFE — Reliably contained with standard procedures.
EUCLID — Unpredictable and requires additional containment efforts.
KETER — Extremely dangerous and difficult to contain.
THAUMIEL — Used by the Foundation to contain other SCPs.
EXPLAINED — No longer considered anomalous.
APOLLYON — Catastrophic and impossible to stop.
ARCHON — Impossible to contain, but intentionally left uncontained.
“This one’s Keter,” Sergil said quietly.
The creature slowly turned toward the prisoner.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then it charged.
The prisoner screamed as SCP-939 slammed into him with enough force to crack the concrete beneath his body. Its claws pinned him to the floor while a wet tearing sound echoed through the chamber. The anomaly dragged its claws downward across his torso, ripping through flesh and clothing as blood splashed across the floor and stained the creature’s red limbs.
The prisoner kicked wildly beneath it, shrieking in panic.
SCP-939 lowered its massive head and clamped its jaws around the man’s shoulder and neck. Jagged red teeth pierced deep into him with a horrible crunch. When the creature jerked backward, strips of flesh tore free alongside fragments of bone.
The man’s screams became uneven and gargled.
Slavik stood frozen.
The creature released him for only a second before driving its claws into the prisoner’s stomach. Blood poured onto the concrete as SCP-939 slowly pulled the wound farther open. Organs slipped from the opening while the man weakly twitched beneath it.
Sergil watched emotionlessly from beside the control panel.
SCP-939 suddenly bit down again. A loud snap echoed through the observation room as the creature tore the prisoner’s arm free from his body. Blood sprayed across the reinforced glass in thick streaks, causing Slavik to stumble backward in horror.
The prisoner’s movements slowed.
But the anomaly continued feeding.
It ripped into the corpse with frantic jerking movements, tearing through muscle and crushing bone between its teeth. Wet crunching noises echoed throughout the chamber while pieces of torn clothing and shattered bone scattered across the floor.
Eventually, SCP-939 lifted what remained of the body in its jaws and violently shook it before dropping the mangled remains onto the concrete.
Silence returned to the chamber except for the wet sound of feeding.
Slavik stared through the bloodstained glass, his face pale with shock. What remained on the floor barely resembled a human body anymore.
Beside him, Sergil barely reacted.
“Don’t worry,” he said flatly. “They’re death row inmates.”
Something about the way he said it disturbed Slavik more than the creature itself.
October 14th, 2013
Slavik drove into the parking lot with a knot in his stomach.
The facility already felt different now.
Colder.
Quieter.
As he walked through the corridors, he noticed long scratches carved into one of the concrete walls that definitely had not been there yesterday. Several researchers hurried past him without speaking. One of them looked genuinely terrified.
Farther down the hall, a maintenance worker was scrubbing something dark red from the floor near a sealed security door.
Slavik tried not to stare.
He eventually reached the office once again and rang the bell.
The sharp ding made him flinch this time.
A moment later, the office door slowly creaked open.
Sergil sat behind the desk silently staring at him for several long seconds before pressing a button beside his monitor.
Somewhere nearby, a loud metallic click echoed through the hallway as a glass security door unlocked.
The glass door slid open with a quiet mechanical hiss and Sergil didn’t move for a moment as he looked at Slavik like he was trying to decide something before finally saying, “You didn’t leave.” Slavik frowned and replied, “Where would I go?” and Sergil let out a short humorless breath before gesturing toward the hallway and saying, “Sit.”
Slavik hesitated but sat across from him while the office stayed quiet in a way that felt heavier than usual, like even the facility itself was holding its breath. Sergil tapped a pen once against the desk, then again, then stopped and said, “You’re thinking about yesterday,” and when Slavik didn’t answer he continued, “That’s normal. First time always sticks.”
Slavik finally said, “That wasn’t normal,” and Sergil’s eyes flicked up briefly as he replied, “No.” That single word hung in the air longer than it should have while a faint vibration passed through the floor and one of the ceiling lights flickered before steadying again. Sergil noticed it but didn’t comment, instead standing and walking to a metal cabinet in the corner, opening it, checking something inside, then closing it again.
“Today should’ve been routine checks,” he said as he turned back, “cell inspections, inventory, nothing interesting,” and Slavik asked, “Should’ve?” to which Sergil paused just a fraction too long before shrugging and saying, “Facilities like this don’t always follow schedules.” He tossed a thin ID badge onto the desk and added, “Wear that. If someone challenges you, don’t argue, just show it and keep walking.”
Slavik picked it up and noticed the clearance number was higher than the one Sergil had used before and asked, “Why does everyone have different clearance levels?” Sergil glanced at him and said, “Because not everyone is allowed to know the same things.” It wasn’t really an answer, but it felt like the only one he was going to get.
They left the office together and the corridor outside looked the same as before with white walls, heavy doors, and reinforced windows into dim containment rooms, but it felt quieter than usual, not empty, just restrained. As they walked Slavik started noticing details he had missed before like a scratch near a doorframe, a slightly tilted camera, and a faint stain that had been cleaned but not fully removed.
They passed a cell where a person sat completely still facing the wall and Slavik asked quietly, “What’s wrong with them?” and Sergil replied without looking inside, “Depends on the day.”
A few minutes later they passed SCP-999’s corridor and Slavik could hear soft movement and faint bouncing sounds behind the door while Sergil paused briefly and said, “Don’t linger here too long,” then after a moment added, “Because you’ll forget what the rest of this place is,” before continuing down the hall.
As they went deeper the facility began to feel more tense as doors stayed shut tighter than before, staff moved faster with their eyes down, and at one intersection Slavik saw a group of researchers silently staring at a cracked wall monitor while one of them stepped in front of it when Slavik walked past. Sergil noticed but said nothing.
Eventually they stopped at a checkpoint door and Sergil scanned his card, and before they entered he looked at Slavik and said, “You’re going to see a lot of things here. Most of them you won’t understand at first,” and when Slavik nodded he added, “Just remember, if something looks wrong, don’t try to make sense of it immediately. Just survive it.”
The door unlocked with a soft beep and opened

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Looking for any positions, trying to get as many people as possible; preferably have discord
Central America, console players
Club: Al Qabilia

https://discord.gg/vxhaZFKny

Looking for any positions, trying to get as many people as possible; preferably have discord
Central America, console players
Club: Al Qabilia

https://discord.gg/ZGgCFYZ3Gk

Looking for any positions, trying to get as many people as possible; preferably have discord
Central America, console players
Club: Al Qabilia

Fc26 pro clubs recruiting; no requirements. Club: Al Qabilia
Having discord would be nice
Accepting all positions

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