Rift
@multiversalmansion
‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’
When he escaped the foundation walls this was not where he was expecting he’d end up. Just to think a few months prior, back in February, he was limping and dragging his bloody feet across the ground, burns coating his physical form and tearing through his ‘clothes’. He was hurt, beyond comprehension, and he had no one to help him. And yet, despite this, he managed to hide so well out of sight from those who pursued him. Now that the cold winds of winter were replaced with the coming of spring, late March seemed like such an odd time to be placed in the midst of a universal malfunction(or at least that’s what it appeared to be).
What brought him to this place, and for what reason, seemed to be a mystery to him. The lights within the building were on and yet he could see no people in the clear view into the building. It was as if the home was inhabited by nothing but ghosts. Spectral entities with no purpose here other than to exist and to try and move on. Something he didn’t mind but couldn’t quite comprehend. Carefully he approached the door and wondered if he should knock or not, if it would be worth outing himself to get back to where he was suppose to be. If he was suppose to do something like that.
There was no way to find out however until he does it-- he can’t really die after all so what did he really have to worry about. Besides he’s been through hell before has he not? Gently he knocked upon the door to the mansion, awaiting for someone to appear to help his still recovering form find his way.
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